#this is a safe space for myself

[comfymoth]

i’m mad this is my most liked post right now so look at my cat instead lol

[heartthroblopez]

Me logging onto this app to create a safe space specifically for me to vent about my fat crush on YouTuber Rob Lopez that no one else understands

[alonelystargazer]

what happened to the era of men showing off their hairy chests or wearing little crop tops and cut off jean shorts with a little cheek peeking out

[liauditore]

cw// implied character death, double life nonsense

because you are love itself.

[melancholyfleurs]

just wanted to say to those with stone identities that i love you and the people who refuse to understand are not only ignorant losers but also they are completely undeserving of your presence and the beauty in your intimacy. i will defend you forever <33333

[aromantic-diaries]

Here's to all the aplatonics, you guys rock! The aspec community as a whole puts a lot of emphasis on friendship and platonic love which I imagine must be pretty isolating for you guys, but you're valid nontheless and you have my respect

[moonkhao]

hi.

[disorderly]

cluster b culture is just don't make this about yourself don't make this about yourself don't mention yourself don't do it I swear to God don't mention yourself don't please God anyways I did the same thing and you didn't even notice what about me how come you never notice me but expect me to always be paying attention to you why don't you—

[delusinaldreamer19]

Black butler Fanfic Recommendations

Here's a lil list of fanfics I've read over the years. Make sure to look over my notes & see the labeling key at the top :)

There's an emphasis on dadbastian and Sebagni b/c that's just what I like to read lol, but majority are no ship. (And no Sebaciel).

(My own works aren't included. You can find them on my blog if your interested.)

Lmk if this link or any included don't work. I had to fuss around to figure out how to publish the doc anonymously. (On that note, if for whatever reason it ISN'T anonymous, pls pls pls let me know. I definitely don't want to publicize my personal email 😭).

If you have a fav fanfic that wasn't included, send it to me and I'll add it!

[kanalaure]

(*i dont know what kind of dog huan is, but he sheds. a lot. caranthir just wants to have ONE (1) space thats not covered in shed fur)

assume this is in the context of a modern au, or else that everyone is miraculously back from the dead and generally getting along fine and in the interim aman has had its industrial revolution and produced a more eco-friendly equivalent to our technologies

dont take this too seriously or get upset if your blorbo isn't represented, i filled out the ballot on a whim lmao. if you have someone you are Convinced would have one that isn't on this ballot, please do mention it in the tags

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[kcalkys]

remember if you haven’t been accused of having an eating disorder you’re not thin enough

[reichurine]

:) gotta love making merch (sometimes)

Felt like sharing since I am kinda happy with how the merch looks this time around~

[elliott-the-creature]

🩷Welcome to my blog!🩷

Names: Elliott, Eli, K, Kai (for me; the host)

Pronouns: they/them, it/its, he/him, xe/xem, meow/meow, bark/bark

Identities: Queer (specifics are on my pronoun page), Alterhuman (specifics are on my kintype list), Neurodivergent, plural, artist, deterministic, agnostic, anti-war, anti-authoritarian, etc.

Age: Minor (bodily we are 17 but all of our ages range within teenage years (except for princess and Something))

Things I post here: my alterhuman experiences, my neurodivergent experiences, my plurality, Wings of Fire stuff, my art, and stuff related to my life.

Tone tags are not required but definitely appreciated!

Signoffs:

Me (the host): N/A

Maple: 🍁☮️

Princess: 🐶🎀

Ty: 📺📚

Fin: 🐾🧣

Red: 🐦‍🔥🏔️

Flax: 🌿🪲

Something: 🌚♠️

🩷 more about me (aka my pronoun page) 🩷

🐱 my current alterhuman identities 🐱

🗂️ about our plurality 🗂️

🖍️ my side account for kin requests 🖍️

📫 ask game sheet (kintype questions) 📫

📩 another ask game sheet (regular questions) 📩

❗️DO NOT INTERACT/FOLLOW❗️

Basic dni (racist, xenophobic, queerphobic, abelist, p3dos, z00s, pro-contact, bigots, n@zis, terfs, swerfs, radqueers, transmeds, etc.)

Anti contradictory queer labels (like mspec gay/lesbian, gaybian, lesboy, turigirl, nonbinary boy/girl, etc.)

Sh/ed blogs (or supporters of sh/ed)

Thinspo/fatphobic blogs (or supports or thinspo)

Nationalist

Pro-cop

Pro-military/warmonger

Anti cringe

Anti kin (includes those against physical alterhumans, otherlinks, fictionkins, and any and all types of alterhumans)

Anti age/pet regressors (or people who sexualize age/pet regression)

P0rn/nsfw account (18+ in general is ehh unless you post explicit content)

13 years or under

Ddlg/mdlb

Right winger

Anti endo/tulpas (basically any sysmeds or anti nontraumagenic)(endo neutral are alright)

Anti objectum/POSIC

Political and/or war related blogs. And yes, this includes blogs related to world conflicts like russia/ukraine and israel/palestine. I do not enjoy seeing war and genocide, and I obviously want it to stop and for people to stop needlessly killing and dying, but it can be distressing or frustrating to see, so don’t interact if that’s the main thing you post. this also includes asks related to donations for war efforts and support like that.

Anti self diagnosis (I’m fully supportive of self diagnoser as a former one myself, but I don’t support fake claimers or people who say they have a disorder/condition as a joke or insult)

Hybristophiles (sorry, this just makes me super uncomfortable)

Accounts with no content (idk if you’re a bot or side account for potential spam)

I block freely and without discrimination, but I only report if it’s for a good reason. If you get blocked, it’s probably because your content upsets me. It is what it is.

massive (and constantly growing) hoard of userboxes (all made by me). DO NOT USE THESE FOR YOURSELF ⬇️

I hope you enjoy our content! 🩷

[littlexrory]

i am just a little guy who loves forest and rivers.

who loves animals, especially cats, frogs, foxes, tigers and dinosaurs.

who loves smells of rain and forest (especially smell of forest after rain).

who loves being alone but is afraid of loneliness.

who loves music, books and cartoons.

who loves cute things and dark, scary things at the same time.

i am just a little guy.

[hilacopter]

torn between not being able to trust goyim to not be antisemitc anymore unless they really prove me otherwise and going "I guess we'll get along" when they find out I'm Israeli and still treat me like a human being