#send me to a support group

[kakusu-shipping]

Wait I almost completely forgot I had a dream the other night that I got an Anon Hate message that claimed to be Koro-Sensei saying he would never love me due to the Proshipping thing and I just remember replying with a 20 bullet point list of How to Spot a Fake Koro-Sensei, as reviewed by Koro-Sensei.

Was a little sad to wake up and find the ask wasn't real.

[dreamlogic]

aye can i get a fuckin uuuhhhh

break. on my burger

[ach1ll3s]

the time has come. it is yet again pasta tuesday. i can’t believe it.

what are we doing today?? how are we celebrating?

[anotherpapercut]

came up with a great idea to take the teens at work on a camping trip to a national park that's designated as an international dark site where you can see the milky way and it's right on a river so we can fish and maybe even kayak. did all this research looking for the right spot and the best dates to do it and some other cool stuff we can do to prepare them for the trip. aaaand admin has decided to steal my idea and open it up to the other teen centers in our organization and if we don't agree to that they probably will not let us do it at all

[pisshandkerchief]

listen I'm depressed and I make no secret of this but with the things my mom sends me every day you'd think I was an active suicide risk

[scribe-cas]

i need to explode. Vent post

RAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH. FUCK. I MISS HIM SO MUCH.

I know and I fucking knew I wasn't going to find him, but my fucking God

How the fuck am I supposed to live like this

"Oh so I have a book character based off of an actual entity who haunted my brain for a little while in the form of alter possession because I had splits at one point and at any mention of him I go literally fucking shitballs insane and will do anything to see him again" like what the fuck is wrong with me /lh

I know I sound insane but that's. Insaner than shit.

Like wow I feel actually awful and freakish some days. I sometimes wonder if this is actually here or if it's just all in my head and some huge fucking coincidence. It seems like every time I get closer to figuring something out about him or anyone and anything associated with him, it's like I take 4 steps back.

And it's. Heartbreaking. I don't know how else certain things could even have possibly happened without his existence, but also am I somehow just making up all of this shit. Am I going to spend the rest of my life chasing after every redheaded transgender man I see only for my brain and my heart to be left. Empty. Because it's not him.

nobody's ever going to be him, and I doubt anyone would ever want to.

There's just a level of feeling abandoned that's never going to heal.

The only thing that helps is writing my books.

Seeing people connect to them. Seeing people connect to, and emulate, him.

That makes me feel less crazy. It makes me feel like maybe if it is all in my head and if nothing is actually real at least it was kind of worth it.

To quote bojack horseman, which i probably should not have watched:

"That means that all the damage I got isn't 'good damage'. It's just damage. I have gotten nothing out of it and all those years I was miserable was for nothing."

This is what's. Just circling my brain. If he's not real then yeah I kept myself alive but why did I love. What was the point of it all. There are other people who love me and it's wonderful but sometimes I miss his smile and as fucked as it is I wish that I'd run into someone who's even slightly like him.

Just so that i can stare at them and. Like. Remember.

Redheaded long haired trans men it's your time to shine im summoning you from across tumblr, come tell me you love me

Bonus points if you're folklore obsessed, dress like a flamboyant dance student, like heels and bartend /j obviously

But like. I can't explain it. It's devastating i miss my brother man 👍

Thanks tumblr for listening to my tedtalk

[teabookgremlin]

i cried in bed last night bc i saw a reel on instagram of someone showing all the things that belonged to their dead dog to that song “pink skies” bc it made me think of the bag of things in my closet that belonged to the dogs i’ve raised

[veethefreeelf]

Okay so I have a few reaction requests in my inbox but I don’t think I’m good at those

I can recommend some other writers for the anons in my inbox but I won’t be doing reactions

I write fics and can do some shorter drabbles because it’s what I enjoy reading and writing

I’m gonna update my fic rules and such so that you guys are aware

Sorry to the ones wanting reactions but my asks are fully open to fic and drabble requests (preferably from the groups and biases in my fic rules but I am open to others!)

Love you and thank you for reading my works 💗💗

CHEERS 🥂

[freedomarrow]

31. Writer’s choice

"I should thank you for that last battle, Leonardo."

The archer blinks upon hearing his name before turning, forced to crane his neck to look in the eyes of the Hawk King as he approaches him. The words take him a moment to process, but he cannot help but find himself befuddled.

"Thank me... for what?" His voice is quiet, as though expecting a negative reaction. "Didn't I just... kill a bunch of your men?"

"Hm? No, not at all. Were that the case I'd have to hate myself as well just now," the large man huffs. There is a smile on his face, and yet in spite of that, somehow, Leonardo can feel he is absolutely and fully serious. Indeed, the expression vanishes the instant he continues speaking.

"You helped free my brothers' souls from torment." He crosses his arms, his voice falling as he talks of something clearly difficult for him; briefly, his eyes falter, looking away from the archer. "To become a Feral One is torture beyond imagination. It can and will break any laguz out there. It has broken any that met this fate. And then, that wretch would not even let their souls rest peacefully, forcing them to fight for him." He shakes his head. Leonardo can see it, the urge in every muscle of the Hawk King's body, wishing Izuka would resurrect himself just so he could tear him to shreds again. And again. And again - but it subsides as the violent impulse fades from him (funny, they always told us the sub-humans could not do that) and addresses him again. "So for helping me free them from this fate and send them to a peaceful rest, I have nothing but thanks."

Leonardo remains silent for a moment, considering the weight and meaning of his words. It takes a bit before he can think of something that would feel appropriate to reply with.

"... I still don't think you need to thank me for anything, King Tibarn," he says quietly. "I did... what I had to, and what was right."

"To do what's right can sometimes be the most difficult thing of all," the Hawk responds with a good-humored huff. "At any rate, we are all in this together now. Do remember that if you need any help, I've got your back, alright?"

There is something about the other's posture and expression that makes it unusually easy for Leonardo to relax a little. "In that case... there is a favor I'm thinking of that I would like to ask."

"Oh?" The laguz king tilts his head slightly, curiosity visibly piqued. "That was quick. Let's hear it, then."

A light, shy smile creases the archer's lips. It feels like a silly request, a little out of line perhaps - but one he feels he simply must make. "Would you... allow me to team up with you? I'd like to learn more about you and your people. I mean... being from Daein, I've only ever been taught about how to kill your people. I'd like... I'd like to know more than just that."

He is not certain at first what the reaction will be - but then the smile on the Hawk King's face widens, and finally he lets out a laugh, patting Leonardo's back with his wing; a friendly pat, and yet with enough force to make the blond stumble forward a step.

"By all means, kid. I like your way of thinking. So be it! We'll learn about each other together."

Leonardo chuckles as he regains his footing. "Thank you, King Tibarn. Let's do that, yes. It will be an honor."

.

.

.

And perhaps, one day, I will be able to make the skies of Daein safe for your kind.

[aroaceofthesea]

With one of my groups of friends we do this thing where we say good morning and goodnight every day (theres a whole story behind why we're acting like boomers ok) and it eventually turned into saying youre not ok when you need help like those days we just say morning or night and then we can try to make that person cheer up and idk its just nice to have a daily check in to know how everyone's doing and also imo it's easier to ask for help by not saying smth than by saying it so it's easier to trick the brain into actually telling the others

[tatakaeeren]

hi are there instances where u saw ur gif/s getting reposted? may I ask how do you deal with it?

I frequently see my gif getting reposted, I know it's the gif I made because I repeated extra frames to add an emphasis. Though, I forgot to add a watermark. I know I don't own the rights, but i kinda feel bad seeing some random internet user getting credit for it

Oh anon sadly more than I can count, and it sucks 🙃. Most of the time I reach out to the person and ask them to add the credit or delete the post. 80% of the time they do one or the other. The problem is that sometimes it is not only on Tumblr and that gets more difficult to track or people never answer😥. If the person fails to answer (I give three days) then I report the post 👍.

The other 20% are the ones that fight back and say "You don't own the anime, show, video, etc" but to that, I say, "Yes I do not own the source BUT I DO OWN THIS GIF BECAUSE I MADE IT MYSELF!!! I took the time to cut the clip, open Photoshop, reduce the frames, select the timing, add color, contrasts, lighting, PSD, resize, sharpen, blur, etc... so if it is that simple then take a screenshot or cut the video yourself" We don't own the source but we made the gif ourselves so we own that gif!

I feel terribly bad because gifmaking is not easy, it is not as simple as people think. And we take time and effort to make every single one of them just so another person reposts it and makes notes?!?!? no f*cking way, and the worst part!!! Sometimes they make even more!!! it is so frustrating that people who steal get more views and notes, and people who create and share their talent with others get swept under the rug slowly demotivating them to keep making content.

SO PLEASE IF YOU SEE A GIF WITH WATERMARKS MAKE SURE THE NAME OF THE BLOG IS THE SAME! DO NOT SUPPORT REPOSTERS!!!

[nottheweirdest]

Gehah- Hi !! I don’t have questions just, thought i should interact in this app more .

ANYWAYS!! Love ur work :D Inspired me to post on AO3, and v glad I did! Love checking my email and seeing a ‘your subscription had posted’ notif.

also i so feel you, i’ve struggling to write any content too. atleast we’re not alone !!

- 🦔

Hello!!! I'm so glad you interacted, I love it!! 💗🥳 Awwww heck, thank you so much!! I'm honored I had anything to do with inspiring you to post!! Are you under the same name on Ao3? 👀 Always looking for new things to read!

🤝<-me and you and our uncooperative writer brains lol I'm sorry you feel it too. It's so frustrating! The ideas are there, the want is there and the words are just... sassy little toddlers doing the exact opposite of what's asked lol Hang in there to you too and good luck! 💓

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[eeunwoo]

this is super on brand for me but today I’m experiencing debilitating frustration @ being misunderstood on the internet like some kind of loser 😩

[biohazardousvoidwithfangs]

sometimes I forget about the possibly plural stuff and then I get hit with a wave of feelings that aren’t 100% my own and I’m like………. right these other facets of me never have a chance to be themselves. It makes me want to join a roleplay group to give them some space to be. But first i hate discord, forums forever. and second, I can’t ever keep it up. It’s like every other activity I’ve tried- I’ll obsess over it for a while and then drop it and never think of it again. until maybe randomly in the future. My interests like cycle around and that isn’t fair to the other people in the roleplay groups. So I never truly know what to do about it. I don’t feel like these are 100% completely separate people in my brain. It’s like a gem that rotates around so different facets are reflected in the light at different times. I’m a guy, I can’t stop being a guy I can’t stop taking T, but what am I supposed to do with the facet of myself that’s a girl and a lesbian and a romantic.

[nebulainatree]

My superpower is that I get so obsessed with something that I cannot stop thinking about it long enough to sleep. It's also not a superpower and actually is a curse