#terrified actually

[icara-mack]

@sixteenth-day-event prompt - techno and dream - moon

don’t normally do myct but the nostalgia been hitting me hard, also have never draw c!rivalsduo, so thank you for the cool prompt ! It was super fun <3

[rueclfer]

YOU FINISHED ACT ONE OF S2?? take this caitvi edit as a congratulations

KISS SCENE BUT AT WHAT COSSSTTTT

[nexahexagon]

Oh,, my god,, I thought I was safe from him here wdym SneegSnag has a tumblr,,

[yanavao]

What Are You Truly Afraid Of?

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Fear is a strong word. Everyone feels an unpleasant emotion towards something to be terrified of and experiences it in some form—whether it’s fear of failure, rejection, or mortality. It is often felt in the body before the mind catches up. It begins in whispers—small, uninvited doubts that slip in when the world goes still. You might not hear it, but you feel it: the tightening of your chest, the shiver of hesitation in your spine. It’s not always the loud, crashing terror you imagine. Sometimes it’s just the weight of what if.

What if you fail? What if they leave? What if you’re never enough? Fear takes root in the spaces between what you are and what you fear you will become. It nestles in your vulnerabilities, clings to your unspoken insecurities, and lingers like smoke in your lungs—unseen, but always there, always lingering.

But what are you truly afraid of?

Is it the dark? Or is it what the dark might hide? The unknown fires like bullets—every possibility, every outcome, every disaster that could befall you and strike you down without warning. The unknown is both freedom and prison—endless potential, but also a door that opens into emptiness. And in that empty space, fear grows: in the not knowing, in the silence before the storm, in the unknown territory of tomorrow.

Perhaps you are afraid of losing control, that fragile grasp on the reins of your life. You cling to the illusion of assurance because in assurance, you are guaranteed that there is safety. But the truth is, control is fragile. It shatters at the first sign of havoc, leaving you grasping for something solid in a world that refuses to be held still. Control slips away when you can no longer steer your own path, when the tides grow too strong to fight.

Maybe, though, you’re afraid of being seen. Not in the superficial way—no, it’s deeper than that. It’s the fear of exposing your core, of revealing what’s really inside, those hidden parts of yourself that even you don’t fully understand. The parts that would crumble under scrutiny. The fear that if others truly knew you, they would turn away. It’s not rejection you fear so much as the silent realization that perhaps you never belonged in the first place.

Or, likely enough, you fear time itself—the relentless ticking of the clock that pulls you forward, whether you’re ready or not. Time leaves nothing untouched: dreams fade, faces change, and one day, you will look back and realize you’ve become someone else, someone you didn’t quite intend to be. Time whispers, Hurry, but the more you rush, the more you lose. And in that loss, you fear that you’ll run out of chances to make it all count.

But in the end, what are you truly afraid of?

Is it death? The end of everything, the fading into nonexistence? Could be. But even death is not so much feared for its end, but for what’s left unsaid, undone, unexperienced. It’s the fear of not having lived fully before the curtain falls. It’s the fear that you’ve missed your purpose, that your time here has slipped through your fingers like sand, forgotten and unacknowledged.

And yet, perhaps the thing we fear most is not any of these, but simply the fact of being human. The truth that we are all delicate, unpredictable, and transient. That no matter how tightly we try to control our story, no matter how carefully we construct the walls around our hearts, we are always vulnerable. Fear is the constant companion that shows us our fragility—the reminder that life, in all its beauty, is momentary.

But maybe, just maybe, that is what we need to embrace. For it is not the absence of fear that defines us, but our ability to stand in its presence, to let it wash over us, and still choose to move forward. To live despite it, to love despite it, to reach out even when the future seems doubtful. In the face of fear, we find our strength.

So ask yourself: What are you truly afraid of? And then, ask yourself again if it’s worth letting that fear hold you back.

— @yanavao

[adhdinfluenceddisaster]

Feeling really hopeless rn. Like I know it'll get better but I live in the south y'all. I live in fucking Mississippi. I don't even have a car or enough money to move to a blue state where I know at least some of my rights would be protected. I have family here. My pawpaw is buried here. My career is here.

I will live another day and through these next four hellish years even if it's only out of spite. But god do I just want some rest. A breather. A day to feel like my entire existence doesn't hinge on some orange fucker who thinks I don't deserve to exist.

[someforeignband]

my cat was playing with an enormous bug for 15 minutes and now the large bug has disappeared under my dresser she is the worst predator alive

[give-soup-please]

👉👈 um... I finished the Good Omens fic I'd been working on. normally i'm not this nervous about posting my work, but this one is especially a sensitive one.

Summary:

After a misunderstanding between himself and his relatives, A trans man takes to the streets of London. He's young, frightened, and upset. Aziraphale, as always, comes to someone's rescue in an unexpected way.

A discussion on religion, desire, safety, and love ensues.

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(MUFFLED SCREAMING NOISES)

[tiger-gemii]

I'm getting my insides cut out in 2 days. I'm scared I won't wake up.

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was young my dad offhandedly told me he thought people treated fish with so much casual cruelty because fish can’t scream.

The words branded themselves across my soul.

As an adult I think he may have been joking. He payed no especial attention to any indignities fish suffered in our household but I could never forget. I saw fish in a different light after that.

Fish kept in tiny bowls, breathing their own poisons, dying by inches. Fish kept in cold tanks, casually disposed of. Fish touted as being short lived when they could outlive the better loved family dog if only they could breathe. Fish casually won and discarded in cheap plastic bags, thrown away a week later.

How they would scream, if they could.

[trekkerac]

he's like a faulty lightbulb

[miinsang]

how was minsang yall i missed it

[walkerrenee]

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

[majunju]

getting married to the cold duke of the north but contrary to belief he's rather cuter than expected?!

[biting-rose]

helloooo, just starting out :,> redesigning all of my wings of fire designs with lots of tribe headcannons and hoping to become active here maybe!

first up was Blue! enjoy🌼

[thefoolsprocession]

It’s never a good time for any app to replicate Twitter but I find it especially mind-boggling that Tumblr and fucking Discord are backpedalling on all of their unique and good features in order to become a clone of a website that is actively losing money and most of their userbase.

Discord is especially egregious considering that it’s NOT EVEN A FUCKING SOCIAL MEDIA WEBSITE. IT’S A GODDAMN MESSAGING APP. It’d be like if whatsapp decided to recommend other family group chats for you via an algorithm

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

updated ethan winters scar chart for every unavoidable injury he received in re7 and 8!

remake of this older one i made a year or so ago!

in the previous one i forgot about his varcolac scene, and that thing MAULS him its like actually scary

ive included his leg even though u can technically avoid it because it has a whole cutscene and i like it...