#trauma dumping on Tumblr is really funny to me

[smokeintheattic]

So I’m making this post out of “character” (it’s not a character but I basically mean I’m not horny rn 😂) bc there’s something I wanted to talk about candidly. It’s gonna be some trauma dumping ngl but I swear this post has a point. This account has always meant to be my safe place. TW for religious trauma!

I have never been an outwardly sexual person. Being a lesbian who grew up catholic repressed my sexual identity in ways I never knew how to heal from. Coming out was the first step, but I genuinely believed I had nothing to unpack after that. Even though I was going to make myself abstinent until marriage, even though I’d never masturbated (I was 20), and even though I’d never really even taken a minute to ask myself what I like for sex.

Even thinking about sex made me feel like I was risking my life. I had always known I’d liked intoxication, but only subconsciously. I felt disgusting for liking it, convincing myself the feelings weren’t sexual and that my father’s addict gene was just pushing through. But then I met my wife. The woman I’d lose my virginity to. And then we moved in together.

It’s funny, when you’re a gay kid with religious trauma, you’re convinced you know everything because the adults around you know nothing. But when you’re a gay adult healing from religious trauma, you suddenly realize you knew almost nothing as well. I discovered what an intox kink was a little over a month ago. I finally felt safe enough in my home and even my own body. Safe enough to sit down and actually think about what turns me on. Finding these posts on tumblr has made me realize that this kink isn’t bad. It isn’t an affront against nature, nor is it hurting anyone.

I know this isn’t exactly the kind of content you want to find under these tags, but I just wanted to say this.

💕Intox is NOT a bad thing💕

💕healing comes in all shapes and sizes💕

💕allow yourself to feel all your feelings💕

💕never force yourself to be someone else💕

At the end of the day, you have to live with yourself every single day. Nobody is closer to you than yourself. So, if that’s the case, be someone you like. Be someone who makes you happy. Be someone you are excited to live with forever ❤️

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

just stumbled upon this blog and it's great. i genuinely love how many of the same situations come up as they do on reddit, but the tone and lingo of the posts are so distinctly tumblr <3

question for ya, is there a process you use to determine whether stories sound fake vs plausible? or do you publish all of them as long as they fit the scope of the blog?

Thank you! :D I'm kind of feeling out the vetting process as I go, there's no real hard rules yet, but so far I've posted or queued most of what I've gotten. The ones I've rejected as inappropriate for the blog have been either transparently not the asshole with no conflict to judge or advice needed, or just kind of excessive trauma dumping (which is something I don't really want to open up for discussion here)

I'm not really vetting for plausibility, except for the really low-effort fandom ones (high-effort, funny fandom ones might be posted at my discretion, basically if you make me go "yeah that's pretty good you had me in the first half" you're likely to make it through)

[tpato]

Ok guys we need to have a chat about Bridgerton. (Guys I know the immediate associations please I am a holy woman so I had my mom skip the inappropriate scenes and tell me the important things. How dare you assume other wise. Anyway-)

I actually thoroughly enjoyed watching through the first season with my mom, but we kind of stopped there and didn’t have a lot of time to fit it into our schedules to watch it together. But after hearing all the fuss about Colin and Pen when season three came out I caved and watched the whole show on my own time. (Happy to report, I’m a wholehearted Polin shipper. Also Kanthony made me feral I love them too.)

Now I have just finished watching Queen Charlotte a Bridgerton Story and I’ve loved these stories and the story-telling of them, but I seem to have noticed a slight theme…

I feel like, specifically for Anthony and King George’s characters, the writers decide to dump literally gallons of trauma on our characters halfway through the show and we never really see them work it out 😂 (😭).

Like for Anthony. Randomly it’s dropped on us that he’s been processing the death of his father under the immense pressure to be the head of the household for TEN YEARS. A whole decade of trying to hold it together; resulting in him having such an extreme reaction to simply the presence of a bee. Along with a bunch of other things that come with this new authority, as well as witnessing his father’s actual death and the sorrow of his mother thereafter. And we kind of have his talk with his mum about marriage which is very sweet and all but like??? He never actually faces this trauma?? Like we get the whole next season and he still doesn’t ever actually talk about it lol.

And where do we even begin with George. Obviously, he’s gone through a lot even before we are introduced to the story in the show. And so there’s likely some things we weren’t shown that his mother and/or doctors worked on with him in relation to the study of his condition/his childhood. BUT. HOWEVER. I am specifically talking about how he went through, um, months of actual torture, and we never really touched on it again? Like Charlotte is like “give him a warm bath and a meal” or whatever and then for the rest of time the only problems that continue are to do with his condition? Like I’m sorry he put himself through months of psychedelic (not quite the right word but you know what I mean) torture and we’re going to say a warm bath and hot meal and loving wife did the trick? And like even Reynolds! He stood outside a door listening to a man being tortured for months, which has got to do a number on this poor man. And like we just end the show😭.

100% no hate to the writers or filmmakers or anyone, this is just something I noticed and thought was kind of funny/strange and was worth note. Not trying to like critique or anything. I was ranting to one of my friends abut it and thought tumblr might care to hear aswell. I just want some therapy for my bois let’s be real🥲

[uglypastels]

Sorry for anon, but I'm too embarrassed to go 'public'. Just came back from my vacation, and started catching up on NWE -btw: loooooooove it, and I can't stop thinking about it. But that is beside the point for now.

I read some of your posts, and let me tell you- I understand. Not having friends or not fitting in... it sucks.

And probably I should just shut up at this point, because it's not very constructive, but I just spent last 10 days pretty much alone and I have a need to talk (tumblr is my safe place, and I consider a lot of people here my actual family).

I would kill - and I mean really, I would commit a murder to have parents like yours. My mother was abusing me when I was a kid. Took adventage of me when I was a teen, and stole from me when I was an adult. All that while hurting me physically and emotionally - for which I still felt responsible - and thought I actually deserved it. I can't even think about my so-called dad without burtsing in tears.

It took me years of therapy to start healing and go NC. Now, in my late 20ies, I feel like I'm just starting what my peers did when they were in their teens. I have no friends, no family, no support system. No partner.

I went alone for my summer vacation. I live alone. But I am alive! And I'm my own person.

I am free. I am healing.

My point is, I learnt to appreciate small things. I am happy with my crappy apartment. I love my cat. I like my dead-end job. I love my online community of nameless strangers. I am glad to be alive and safe.

Yes, I am jealous reading about people having family, friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, and supportive parents. Or parents taking them for vacation, and just spending time with them. Or even just treating them like actual human beings... (I am also happy for them).

And yes, there is always someone that has it worse. And just because I had it worse doesn't mean your feelings are not valid.

What I'm trying to say is, things change. Things get better.

It may sound pretentious, but if you can figure out a way to be happy about small things you have- your life may feel better.

Just to wrap up with more trauma dump- your mom helps you with ideas for your fic. My mom, showed up drunk to my singing recital and tried stealing somebody's coat, and then puked on my music teacher. She only came because they had free snacks, which she also loaded into her bag (together with the trays they were served at).

Your writing is beyond amazing. May sound cheesy, but you have a rare talent. Storytelling is a gift! And you just got it!

You are smart, funny, you are loved. You are also very young and have so much time to experience all the things you are missing now.

Not sure where I'm going with it... but what I'm trying to say. I feel like what you wrote is relateble

And I've been there. Still am there.

So... thank you for opening up. You are not alone. Things change. Life is surprising.

Hope I didn't upset you- I meant well.

XOXO

i know i am still quite fortunate and privileged with my situation and my family, but there is also so much that i do not share and that i do not want to share on here, despite this being my safe space to rant and cry and yell whatever i feel. i have gone through shit and am still going through it, and only share so much of my day-to-day life with everyone here, and even with what i know of myself I'm sure there are people who have (had) it worse. but like you said, that does not invalidate my own experiences.

i appreciate your kind words and the sentiment of what you wanted to say, but this trauma-dumping trying to compare people's situations (or at least in the way that it comes across as comparing it) is not the way to go about it.

[goldencherriess]

This is really funny and I'm sure we've all done this as writers (except maybe the trauma dumped on the character was multiplied by ten) but it's actually really cathartic! On its own it's a healing process because it is a way of working through your trauma and your emotions, even though maybe you aren't aware that you wrote them into your story, in the first place. More often than not I've written my trauma into stories (yes, even here on Tumblr) and it helped me to come at peace (or at least a somewhat peace) with them. Therapists love this and they support this. So write! Even for the sake of writing, because at the end of the day we're still writers and we always will be. Who's gonna write that story if you don't? Write.

[mentholils]

ִ ࣪𖤐 Basics

I’ve decided this blog will be my psychic/medium/sensitive person in general spiritual dumping ground. YIPPEE!

My Spirit Guides (Active)

Luna-

Love her. She’s looks like a purple light person. No better way to describe her. I gave her a name specifically for this tumblr (sorry girl, I couldn’t think of one for the longest time)

Helps me with clairvoyance and clairecognizance and overall to just understand information I’m seeing. She’s usually the one helping me out when I do tarot or any witchcraft. (Is she a spirit guide or is she a patron? WHO KNOWS! We love her anyways)

Red-

My GURL. She gives me information in easily digestible ways via pop culture references. She gives older sister vibes. True to her name, she is ginger. She is the loml, we are besties. I talk to her the most.

Claire-

??? She just named herself while I was writing this. Love that, thanks queen. She’s a protector guide, and when I get scared she screams at things. Idk what that means spiritually but she can clear a room, that’s for sure! She looks very lolita goth (doesn’t like that description but its the best I got) and also has red in her general color scheme. I don’t talk to her much.

Inactive Spirit Guides: (Still updating as they pop in tbh)

-Child (I don’t know his name and it feels weird to give him one)

He popped in once when I was seeing if I had any other guides. I’m not sure if he was/is a spirit guide but he is attached to me in one way or another. I was told he was a child of mine in a past life.

From what I can understand, he either helped me or will be helping me with empathy/feelings in general. He looks like he’s around 6-7 (spiritually, he’s older though. idk how to explain it LOL) and is blonde. He’s cute. I cried when I first met him.

My Abilities

I’ve always “seen” stuff, and sort of just played it off as an active imagination growing up. I can go into my past experiences in another post, but I basically shut out all of the spooky things in my life due to fear + unrelated trauma I was enduring at the time.

About two years ago, I got super back into my craft, and fell onto a side of the internet that introduced me to actual mediums and psychics, and soon after I started seeing stuff + getting information again.

I don’t like calling myself a medium, because while yes. I can talk to dead people, it takes concentration and I don’t “see” them physically, I see them in my third eye or mentally. I also don’t like the term Psychic because while I am great at reading people, I can’t read minds and that’s the general association with the word.

I don’t really know what to call myself other than sensitive to these things, and if you think I sound crazy? So! Do! I! I’m constantly doubting myself and thinking it’s all in my head, but I genuinely have too many strange and odd occurrences to not believe in my own abilities anymore. I am still learning how to use them comfortably, and that’s fine!

Tags

#MentholilsInfodump : For general posting of information I receive because I am constantly forgetting

#MentholilsFunStuff : For funny moments in the absolute chaos that comes with my abilities

#MentholilsSpiritguides : For more specific posts about my spirit guides (may add actual tags for the guides themselves in the future but rn i’m not great at deciphering who’s giving me info and when)

#MentholilsFriendlyGuys : For general posts regarding my friends and their spirit guides. My friends have some CHARACTERS as guides, and a lot of funny things happen with them

Might add more tags later on, but for now—these are it :3

[stultusharley]

Sorry for trauma dumping, but Tumblr is the only safe place that I have.

So, I used to be friends with these two girls (A and Y). They were my world, I did everything for them. I cared about them more than my family. All I wanted was them to see me the same. But they always left me out. We have known each other since first grade. I was bullied from second till seventh grade. A was in love with my bully and Y dated one of his close friends for a couple years. They never defended me. Not in second nor in seventh grade. They even helped him sometimes. They called me Dome (which is heavily overweight women in a German show) in sixth grade even though I was underweight at that time. I wanted to lose weight and begged my mom to let me join weight watchers. I cried every night, just wanting them to see me like they saw each other. The best days were when one of them was sick, so I had the other one for myself and didn't get left out. I really tried to be liked by everyone. I tried being normal for some time. I was always boyish and weird. (Turns out I have ADHD and am genderfluid) Around seventh and eighth grade I really tried to fit in. Wore Makeup and copied the others behavior. Still got left out. I saw how they often flirted with each other and I admit, this was very wrong from me and I am deeply sorry for that, but I often made them very uncomfortable by trying to do the same and I often took it way too far. I stopped after eighth grade.

Actually, the beginning of eighth grade was really great, we knew an old classmate (R) from primary school would join us, so there would be an even number of friends and maybe I wouldn't be left out anymore. I was very pessimistic though and knew that Y would sit next to her bf and A next to R and I was right. I ended up sitting with S, a guy who was also bullied. It still worked out for the first semester and J was even able to sit next to A for a while. Then the twin sister of an classmate (A2) joined. And she was perfect. Blond, tall, pretty, good style, funny and liked by all the boys. Just perfect. A became best friends with her and he'll started again. They even started a group chat without me and send me pictures of them hanging out without me and it broke me. Worst thing, I developed feelings for Y. She's so pretty and she has the most beautiful eyes and when it's just us, she was so funny and nice and I just loved her, with all my heart. Nothing really changed after that, just being left out and me crying every night, praying (I was christian) to be normal and making my friends more and more uncomfortable.

After eighth grade we all went to different schools, except Y and me. We went to the same that had a boarding school and we ended up sharing the only two bed room, all the others were four beds. (I wanna mark that I'm asexual and would never look at anything inappropriate and that I stopped making them uncomfortable) It was fine till she found new friends. She constantly invited them in our room even though I have social anxiety. I always locked myself in the bathroom and tried studying there. Y was often begging me to unlock the door and when I did, she filmed me while I was sitting on the floor learning. (She asked me if it was ok and I agreed, but was visibly uncomfortable, bc I only agreed to make her happy) Also at the beginning of the school year we were allowed to switch rooms one time after everyone got to know each other and some wanted our two bed room. Y agreed to give it up and to move in with two loud girls, but had to ask me first. I was working out with another classmate at that time and she called me. Again, I wanted to make her happy and agreed at first, but was trying my best to show that I don't actually want to, bc again, social anxiety. She didn't notice the sign, so I had to call her again and begged her to not give up our room bc I couldn't take two more roommates that I barely knew. She got really mad and I went to where they were discussing all this to sort this out. I was crying at that point btw. When I got there she was screaming at me, yelling bc I'm messing everything up by being egoistic and that one classmate (who was a loner and just didn't want to move out of her room) was already crying. I screamed back at her that I was crying too and that I would be really uncomfortable with other roommates. They later were able to sort it out so that everyone was happy, but Y was still mad at me.

Another situation in boarding school was, when a friend of ours had her male cousin (18 yo) over. Mark, we were an all girls class and when our classmates found out, they were all over him, making him visibly uncomfortable, ate the snacks that he bought for our friend and us and not giving the friend a chance to talk to her cousin. I left pretty early. Later, after he left, our classmates left without helping to clean. The friend and Y were mad at them and a huge fight started between them. We studied later together when some classmates stormed in the room we were in and we're still mad at us. Me, trying to protect Y and wanting to help her, went off on them and tried to defend them, but Y got mad at me, yelling that I shouldn't talk to her friends that way and that it was her fault. I went to bed early and slept at home the next day. (I only an hour away, no big deal). After that I became really depressed and started therapy. (No one knew about it)

Another incident was, that I wanted to go to bed early (7p.m.) but Y wanted friends over at our room (remember we have the smallest room) I stood my ground and she went to the others room. She came back once to get something, I was almost asleep but she turned on all the lights and asked me loudly if I was still awake. I asked her to be quiet and maybe use her phone but she got mad and told me that she couldn't do that, but after a while agreed to it. (Btw, I got up in the morning always an hour earlier for breakfast, only turned the lights on in the bathroom and tried to be as quiet as possible, barely making any noise. I also often brought her breakfast) When she came back to sleep, she woke me up again by shining the flashlight in my face and asking me if I was still awake.

I left boarding school around Christmas and drove to school every morning by bus.

We also got a new classmate. Openly depressed, often talked about her ED and SH. I tried to be sorry for her, but it was simply annoying how every conversation with her had to be around her mental health or her stupid horse. (Yes, she had a horse) Y was really worried about her and always supported her, something that she never did for me.

At the end of the school year I met up with A bc my dad had to fix her Moped. Idk how it came to it, but I started venting about Y and A agreed with me and started talking shit about Y. Saying how she was always showing off and trying to steal her crush (her crush was 18 at that time, she 15) and I agreed with her just because it felt good that I wasn't as alone as I thought. Well, I fucked it up. A told Y about our conversation, but mixed it up and said that I was talking shit about Y. Y got really mad and we had a big argument where she just blamed me for always ruining the fun, always being so sensitive and things like that. It was like talking to a wall. I kept telling her how shit I felt and always coming up with new examples, but she just came back with the same argument over and over again. (Btw. I was crying really bad and we were in a room out of class in the middle of the school) After a while I just stood up and said, that apparently we weren't a good fit and that we shouldn't be friends again. She said that it didn't have to end like that and that I should just stop acting like this, but I walked away.

So, here is the thing, this was one day before the class trip and we would be sharing a room for two nights with two other girls. We agreed to just ignore the day before for these few days to keep peace. In the evening, we went to an escape room. We had to make groups out of seven, but we ended up in a friend group of nine around middle of school year. So, me and the friend (with the cousin I mentioned before) got left out. We decided to stick together. Then, Y tried to be a "good person" and joined us. (Probably to look good or for the friend, def not for me) But all teams were already six so we had to separate. Y got with a group that my cousin (L) was in too, the friend got in the original friend group and I got with some girls that I barely knew and probably hated me. Long story short, I got a panic attack. It was zombie themed, so there was often banging on the door, only red lighting, no one was listening to me and my teammates were always screaming and running together to cuddle every time there was banging. One time I was standing in a corner and there was banging again. They ran to me and pressed me against the wall screaming. It was like a switch. I couldn't breathe anymore, I almost started crying and was almost blacking out. It took me five minutes to get the courage to leave the room. The panic attack stayed. I didn't have my phone with me. Then, my friend group finished. I rushed to them and told them that I was having a panic attack and that I needed help. (I was extremely shaking and gave my best not to cry.) Their answer: oh no. And left. Next person that came was Y. Said the same thing to her, almost begging her to help. I still know exactly where we stood, how she phrased it. Cool. Just cool and left to talk to the others. Didn't sleep that night. Panic attack didn't wear down till late in the night. Didn't even know that this could take so long. They always helped the new girl, why not me? Me, the one she knew FOR 9 FUCKING YEARS. 9 years for shit. I was done, just wanted to die.

To this day I always ask myself why not me? Why did she helped everyone, said sorry so often just not me. Why not me...

Feeling for her didn't wear down for over a year. I loved her for over a year even after that. I often wanted to text her to say sorry, hoping she changed. I was writing a poem for her, wanted to give it personally to her the next day, when my mom told me she and R were at the door. I thought they wanted to apologize. NEVER. They would never do that. I posted a couple of vent videos on TikTok. Not mentioning anyone's name. Made characters that had similar personallys like them. They wanted me to delete them. Saying they didn't want me talking shit about them on social media. It wasn't anything wild, just my Oc getting left out, like me. I thought I lost feelings after that, but no, I still loved her and would die for her.

I left school. I'm a confectioner apprentice now. I also found a best friend. Her name is Neah. We met online and she lives four hours away from me, but I didn't know that I could be treated like that. She listens to me. Doesn't always say that I'm cringe or stupid. I feel like she genuinely likes being my friend. I also reconnected with S.

S is still in contact with A, Y and R. They sometimes go partying together. We met up today and he told me that they regret it a bit.

We went no contact over a year ago, AND NOW THEY FEEL A LITTLE REGRET?! Just a LITTLE. Just a little for absolutely traumatizing me, making me believe that no one could ever love me or be my friend. I don't trust anyone, I think everyone hates me, even my new friends. But I'm just to tired. Before I would punch my punching bag till my hands were bleeding.

Now, I'm just sitting here, at 23:34, typing this even though I have to get up at 4:30. I just wish they would tell me they were sorry. Or at least give me a sorry look. I still love them, both of them. Especially Y...

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Sunshine and Moonshine: Chapter 25: Untimely Confessions

(Read on ao3)

Luna and Simón finished the pizza in her room. They laughed and talked about everything they could think of. 

Luna grabbed her tissues to wipe her fingers so she wouldn’t make her whole bed sticky with pizza.

“Wait,” Simón said, “Stand up and we’ll shake your sheets so we know there’s no crumbs left.”

“That’s so smart!”

Simón grabbed her sheets and shook them off, and then he gently remade her bed.

“Now for the princess!”

“Is the princess me?” Luna asked.

“Yes, the princess of this bed.”

“I’m the pillow princess!”

Simón for whatever reason started to burst out laughing as he heard Luna say that.

“What?” she asked, genuinely confused why he found that so funny.

“Nothing, nothing… please lie down.”

Luna laid down in her bed, and Simón gently tucked her in.

“Wow, you look really cozy!” he said.

“I do feel really cozy!” she replied, giggling.

“I better go,” Simón said. “It was nice hanging with you, though.”

“Yeah!”

Luna felt like there were butterflies fluttering inside of her as she watched him leave.

She was kinda weirded out by it.

-

When you were Rey, you kinda had to be a hacker if you wanted to do your job properly. 

“Here you go, miss Benson.”

Sharon started going through Ámbar’s entire phone. Pictures… although there was no real suspicious picture she had taken. Search history… which were 80% just roller skate related or “what is this word in french?” questions. The rest seemed to either be definitions of other words or news sites she had flickered through.

She was uninterested in Ámbar’s social media. Mostly because she didn’t have any herself, so she did not see the point of it. Besides, it just seemed to be videos of makeup and roller skating, and selfies of Ámbar and her friends. 

(It was lucky she never even saw the tumblr app. Ámbar had hid it in a folder so no one could see it on her homepage. Sharon did not know how much Ámbar had trauma-dumped on that site… even if she never had said Sharon’s name)

But then Sharon reached her texts. She went through Delfi and Jazmin’s texts quickly. Ámbar seemed to just write “ok” or “yes”, “no”, or at some points do a thumbs up emoji, while Delfi and Jazmin did most of the talking in the texts. 

She was a bit hesitant to see what she discussed with Luna. But that seemed to still be your average texts. “Where are you?”, “We’re gonna be late, hurry up!”, that sort of thing. This was mostly because Luna and Ámbar knew that it was risky talking about heavier stuff on the phone, and if they ever needed to, they talked on their social media where they had turned off notifications.

There were other people that Sharon didn’t know the name of. But then, Emilia… Sharon sat down and scrolled up, wanting to read everything that Ámbar talked about with her.

“What does it say?” Rey asked.

Sharon seemed to grow slightly uncomfortable. 

“Miss Benson?”

She gave Rey the phone. “I don’t like these texts.”

“How come? Were they being harmful?”

She shook her head. “It’s just… I feel like the Ámbar writing in those texts, it’s not the girl I raised.”

“Well, to be fair, people often act differently towards their friends than their parents. Not that you’re Ámbar’s parent, of course,” He gave a slight chuckle.

Sharon turned to him. “Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out.”

“Ok, but… Ámbar’s phone-”

“Leave it in her room!”

“But Miss Benson-”

“She’s asleep, Rey, she won’t know!”

As Rey left, Sharon pressed her hand on her forehead. She thought about what was said in those texts… 

She tried to figure out what was wrong with it. 

It was just… everything. The way Ámbar seemed to be so open with her. The way they spoke in a more vulgar language… 

And how it seemed like Ámbar was very interested in this girl. Sharon could tell she tried hiding it, but it slipped through in the text. She had been smitten with her.

But didn’t Ámbar have a boyfriend? Sharon recalled very vividly catching her and him in her room. 

Although, she remembered Ámbar mentioning something about them breaking up…

She really needed to confront Ámbar about it. And quick.

-

Jim stretched her arms. She looked at Yam. Yam slowly woke up as well.

“For how long did we sleep?” Jim asked.

“I don’t know,” Yam admitted. “But it was nice…” 

Jim frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like that. Like you… know something.”

Yam immediately tried to change her facial expression. “Uh… no, nothing, I… I think I heard you sleep talk?”

Jim seemed to get some more color on her face. “Oh… uh… what did I… what did I say?”

“I thought you said my name. Was I in your dream?”

“Well, I… I don’t remember! I mean, it makes sense, we have been hanging out all day!”

“Yeah… yeah…” 

“Did you hear me say anything else?”

Yam didn’t know why she didn’t tell the full truth, but she didn’t. “No. Not that I remember.”

“Ok…”

They were quiet for a moment.

“So I should probably head back home,” Yam said. “My mom is coming home at any moment, and she’s gonna think I skipped school.”

“Haha. Yeah, go home.”

Yam kissed her on the cheek. “Bye!”

As Yam got home, she noticed the front door was opened. Oh no, she hoped her mom hadn’t come home yet…

Instead, it was her 12 year old brother David. He was playing video games in the living room.

“Hi,” he said. “Woah, you look sick!”

“I am sick,” Yam said, “I stayed home from school today.”

“So why were you out?” 

“I just… took a walk. It was boring staying home.”

David smirked. “Or maybe you have a secret boyfriend that you went to meet!”

Yam rolled her eyes. “Oh, sweet brother…”

“What?”

“If only you knew me better…”

“What do you mean?” David had to pause his game.

Yam just shrugged. “I’ll tell you one day.”

“About your secret boyfriend?”

“No. About who I really am.”

With that, she left him with a question mark on his face.

Julia came home a while after Yam had left the house. She immediately went to check on Jim.

“Hey… how’s the sick girl?”

“I’m fine.”

“Did Yam go home?”

“Yeah.”

Julia leaned against the wall. “So… what did you do?”

“We watched TV and then we took a nap.”

“Ooh, cozy!” Julia then scanned Jim’s facial expression. “What’s wrong?”

“What? Nothing.”

“Sis. I know your facial expressions outside and in.”

“Well, I… I had a weird dream, and I’m scared Yam heard me sleep talk.”

“Ooh… What did you dream about?”

Jim just stared down on the floor.

“Jimena… tell me right now… I wanna hear your dream.”

She sat down next to her. Jim took a deep breath.

“I dreamt… that me and Yam were sitting under a tree in a park. We just… watched the clouds. It was cozy. And then Yam looked at me and smiled… and she touched my leg.” Jim touched her own leg as if somehow visualize how it looked. “And it felt… so good . Like I got this electric feeling inside.”

“Ooh…” Julia hummed in a flirtatious tone. 

“Yeah, and I… in the dream that is, just gazed into her eyes and told her… I loved her.”

“Aww!”

“Yeah. And now I’m confused.”

“What are you confused about?”

“Well, that I had a romantic dream about her? And what if I talked in my sleep and she heard?”

Julia chuckled. “Jimmy, if I’m being honest… I thought you were already kind of dating.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah. I thought you simply weren’t ready to tell anyone yet, but I’ve noticed.”

“How long have you thought this?!”

“Well… since a year or so back.”

Jim shook her head. “We’re not… and I’m not a lesbian, either.”

“You could be bisexual.”

“No, I’m not, because I’ve never been in love with a boy.”

Julia formed a smug face. Jim suddenly realized what she said.

“I’ve never been in love with a boy. I’ve never… I’ve always wanted to be in love with a boy. But I’ve never actually had. I thought I had crushes, but what if… I just liked the idea of them.”

“I don’t know. How do you feel about girls?”

“I… have never thought about it. I’ve never considered it.”

“How does Yam feel?”

“She’s…” Jim was about to say Yam likes boys, but she realized she never actually asked her. Yam had never mentioned any boy, besides if anyone else didn’t ask first. Jim looked at her sister with large eyes. “I don’t know how Yam feels. I don’t know how I feel.”

Julia hugged her. “Oh, hermanita… want my help to figure out a plan on how to figure it all out?”

“Will it work?”

“I’m as unsure as I am about you possibly being switched at birth, but let’s try.”

-

The next day, both Luna and Ámbar felt all better. They still had some coughs, but it was not at all so bad.

“It’s such wonderful weather outside!” Luna exclaimed at breakfast. “I wanna make up for yesterday and go roller skating today.”

“No,” Sharon said. 

“Why no? Me roller skating does not affect you at all.”

“Because it’s not a good day for you to do physical activity.”

Luna smiled. “I think it’s a myth that you shouldn’t do physical activity on the first day of your period. But I’m not even on my period, anyway.”

“I know.” How Sharon kept track of her niece’s menstrual cycle, no one really wanted to know. Luna never told her when she had it, but maybe Sharon had ways of knowing. “I’m referring to the fact that you were sick yesterday,” she continued.

“So?” Luna asked, “I’m all better today. And I get so unfocused and distracted if I don’t get some exercise!”

“Answer is still no. You’re lucky it’s Saturday, so you can properly rest up before Monday.”

“So we should just be inside all weekend?” Ámbar asked. 

“Preferably, yes.”

The girls sighed.

Ámbar noticed Sharon was staring at her. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Sharon replied.

“Ok… you’re just… staring at me weirdly.”

“I just… want to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Are you still broken up with your boyfriend?”

Ámbar frowned. “Uh… well… yes. Yes, we’re broken up. We’re not together anymore. It’s the end.”

Sharon nodded. “And you’re not seeing anyone else?”

“Why are you asking this?”

“Just answer.”

“No… no, I’m… single…”

Sharon turned her head. “How about you, Luna?”

“Me?” Luna was not prepared for this. 

“Yes, are you dating anyone?” Sharon did not seem as interested, but it was like she didn’t want to make it obvious this was mostly about Ámbar. 

“No… never.”

“Good to hear. Continue like that. And don’t kiss your friends like I heard you did again. That can give you bad rumors.”

The people Luna hung out with wouldn’t give her bad rumors if she kissed her friends, but Luna just nodded.

“Can I at least be in the garden?” Luna asked. “I need some fresh air.”

“Alright. But I don’t want you getting more sick again.”

Ámbar stood up.

“Where are you going, Ámbar?” Sharon asked.

“I’m done with breakfast… I’m going to my room…”

Sharon nodded. “Good. Then I know where you are.”

“You’re odd today, madrina.”

-

Ámbar sat down at her mirror table. She decided to check her phone. Maybe read some more of those fanfictions… 

Then Emilia texted her. She smiled even before she read it.

Emilia: Still sick?

Ámbar: Not really. I still need to be kept inside. 

Emilia: Why?

Ámbar: Don’t know, madrina is weird

Emilia: Is she like running secret tests on you on something?

Ámbar giggled. Oh, Emilia could be so silly.

Ámbar: Seems like it sometimes. 

Emilia: Anyway to make you not so bored, here’s a video of me skating. 

She sent a video the next second. Ámbar pressed play and immediately felt her butterflies grow stronger as she watched Emilia skate. Emilia had chosen short, black shorts, and her shirt was short enough to reveal her belly, but still covered a large portion of her upper half. It was like a long crop top. 

A sexy long crop top…

As Emilia skated around, Ámbar couldn’t help but pay attention to her hip movements. She was happy she was just watching a video in the comfort of her bedroom and not right there. Or else Emilia would ask why she was staring so intensely at her. 

Ámbar: Nice!

That was the least it was…

”Oh, Emilia…” Ámbar let herself mumble, as she bit her lip.

Sharon walked back and forth in the hallway. 

”Is something wrong, Miss Benson?” Rey asked.

”I need to speak to Ámbar,” Sharon said, ”But I need to prepare what I need to say.”

”You seem… nervous…”

”I’m not! I just… need to prepare to have a certain talk with her that I never assumed I’d need to have.”

”May I ask what it is about?”

Sharon glared at him, her eyebrows almost making her eyes pop out. 

”No. It’s a delicate matter. Leave, Rey.”

Rey seemed hesitant, but nodded. ”As you wish, Miss Benson.”

Sharon took a deep breath, and walked up to Ámbar’s room.

She knocked, and then immediately went inside. 

”Madrina…?” Ámbar looked at her curiously.

”I need to speak with you.”

”Ok.” 

Sharon gazed at her eyes. Ámbar had those doe eyes she always had. She was just a little child… did she even know herself?

”I…” Sharon pandered around the room until she placed herself right in front of Ámbar. ”I’ve noticed… a certain behavior with you.”

”Ok?”

”I’ve noticed you’ve seemed to have some… intimate interactions with girls.”

Ámbar felt like her heart was gonna fall out. ”Uh- how- what?”

”You can’t hide anything from me, Ámbar. And I need to know if you feel any sort of attraction… towards girls.”

Ámbar just stared at her.

”Do you? Answer me, and don’t lie.”

Ámbar slowly nodded. ”I… I do. Yes.”

She wasn’t planning on just telling it like this. She was barely coming to terms with it herself. But… she did know she felt an attraction to girls. It was pretty obvious. 

Sharon was silent for a long while. Ámbar wasn’t sure what she would do with this information. She grew more anxious about it by the second. 

Finally, Sharon opened her mouth. 

”Very well.”

And with that, she walked out of the room and closed the door.

Ámbar just kept sitting on her chair, trying to process what just occurred. 

-

The end scene is a scene I’ve been wanting to do since the beginning. I didn’t know when exactly to put it in, but it felt perfect right now.

[callernumbereight]

I have a horrible anger problem. If I'm angry, or overwhelmed, or feel cornered I will say whatever will cut someone the deepest. No filter, go for the throat. At this point I know I have ruined friendships like this. I guess I'm just waiting to ruin my relationship. I'm trying to get better. It's hard. Everyday feels overwhelming. I am so upset with how my life is going. I feel myself retreating inward more. I am not feeling helpful, or kind. Just absorbed in whatever distractions I'm up to. I just rot my brain with TikTok until Im so high I don't care or I just fall asleep. How do you even apologize for saying hateful shit? You can't. I mean you can say the words but it doesn't make anyone feel better. You still hurt that person. I always do it to the person I'm most close to. I'm too scared to go back to therapy and everybody I know is also going through their own stuff. I feel like at the point of my life I can't feel okay about just dumping my trauma on everyone. It's really hard. And I never feel comfortable venting to my partner. It's not his fault. It's a lifelong problem for me. I was just hoping by this time in my life I would be more mentally stable. I guess it was a pipe dream. It always feels funny to vent like this on Tumblr. Just like the old days. Only I don't need to worry about anybody I know reading it. I mean, I know a big part about being human is having the ability to grow and change, but I don't know how to turn this part of my brain off. The part that reacts with teeth and claws. I've always been like this. I've always been mean. I guess I'm just aware of it now. I just don't know how other people do it. How do you not lash out at others?

[winderlylandchime]

The fact that he kind of dreamt your future fic is making me laugh so hard. He really is an idiot by day and a psychic by night. This also now made me excited for your future fic, can’t wait for when that comes around. I might fuck around and actually do give him fics to read ngl.

Also yes! When we first started watching the show, he did think that Gale looked a little bit like Ashton and it was the funniest thing ever to me. He did only talk about it in the pilot though. Btw I am so tempted to later on give him Gale’s out of the box interview to watch. He was asking me yesterday about the actors and if they still act and where are they and I didn’t answer because well, one of them abandoned his podcast so i don’t know what he’s up to and the other one we dont even know if he’s still alive since theres been no new photos. I do wonder how he will react when he finds out Gale is straight though because he mentioned to my neighbor and i did get the feeling that he thinks everyone is gay. So i am tempted to ask him questions about what all he thinks of the cast since his only introduction to them is the show.

And yes! He has been going on and on about Brian’s growth and how he’s changed since he clocked it around 4th episode. He is so happy that he’s growing and allowing himself to be happy and in love even if he doesn’t want to admit it, that i just know the second 5x01 will start, he will have a mental breakdown and it will be very valid of him.

Your celebrities/therapist story actually made me curious now because how can a famous celeb that is known everywhere, even get a therapist then omg. I had no clue this was kind of a thing. And yes! My brother would absolutely launch into it, he’d have pictures and everything ready for it. I mean his confidence when it comes to talking to everyone and anyone about anything in his life (usually interests and shit he’s done thats funny to him or in this case the show) is impressive as fuck but also for an innocent bystander like me? actually a nightmare to be around that. He truly doesn’t give a single fuck! He just tells anyone who will listen (not in a trauma dumping type of way but his interests and such? No shame) When he was in high school he made an entire poster presentation for his class to talk about his love for the movie School of Rock and HE DID IT BY SINGING A FAKE ROCK N ROLL SONG (id give anything to remember the lyrics). Mind you, the presentations was supposed to be about current events in the world and School of Rock came out like a year or two prior so it had no relation to the exercise and yet that didn’t stop him. So you best believe he would do the exact same for Gale or more importantly QAF/Brian. And as someone who does shy away from talking about qaf just because it is a lot, it is insane watching him talk about the show because he truly gives zero fucks. When we started watching the show, he was fully explaining to the nurses/doctors/anyone that would listen about how the show is AND HOW BRITIN MET! He TALKED ABOUT THE RIM JOB! I NEVER EVEN FUCKING TOLD YALL THAT! IMAGINE MY SHOCK WHEN HE RANDOMLY BROUGHT UP THE SHOW FOR THE FIRST TIME TO SOMEONE RANDOM! AND HE DECIDED TO DO IT BY BRINGING UP THE SEX SCENE! HE TALKED TO OTHER HUMANS ABOUT THE RIM JOB! So if you ever feel like maybe you’ve said a bit too much about something you like? Fear no more because my brother has for sure shared even more.

Dear sweet anon. I just signed onto tumblr on desktop and it looks like I never responded to this message?!?! It says it’s from 4 days ago.

I thought I did. I’m sorry <3 <3

I am still dying over all of this. Your brother has no embarrassment. Maybe we can all take a page from him (although don’t corner people at their place of work to discussing rimming, even fictional rimming).

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

u guys ever hold two loose conversations + reading a fic at once and so you jump back to reading for a sec while u wait for a response, but then one of the conversations is like mostly ended so you're like 'hmm should i go check discord to see if they've replied' and decide nah not yet bc you forgot the other conversation was happening and so you accidentally ghost your friend for like 10 minutes? yeah.

pari if u see this i'm sorry

good fic though!!! it's one i read like a year ago and subscribed to and i got a new chapter email today so i'm rereading :]

i also got another honedge with the poketwo bot :D my collection grows

pajama day today but like i was cute <3

also that made it easy for me to take a lil sort of nap this afternoon which was nice

air fried some steak fries + ate cold peas + homemade turkey sandwich + my dad brought me a sonic pretzel = good lunch

we had homemade pizza for dinner and it was SO good ahhhh

i had a klondike bar :]

i've been going through theamandafiles' AC playlist for the past few months and i just reached her collaboration with sherb,,,, she's so funny and fascinating y'all aksjdfa;slkdfs;ldk <3

also i started watching steven universe !! they really just dump you in no context learn as you go huh

i've heard SU future addresses his trauma and WOW he really needs it. i watched like 6 episodes and he's had his life threatened in like all of them 😭 the cat fingers one was not life threatening but was quite traumatic i'm sure. someone put this kid in therapy

it's neat so far though <3

scrolled a lot through this one person's tumblr so have fun seeing all the posts i queued from them tomorrow a;lfdjad <33 i had fun reading them

listened to glass animals with rac and percy!!!! that was so nice :]] i didn't understand hardly any of the lyrics i was just vibing

[steal-yourdadsgender]

Story Time

so, I think I accidentally came out to my mother as asexual today. I was updating my instagram bio and put in “Putting the ace in disgrace” as one does, with the whole matching flag emojis and everything. And I know my mother follows me, but my brain completely forgot to mention to me that she could actually see my account. So, I’m pretty sure my mother knows now and just not mentioning it.

[olderthannetfic]

I got in a similar situation with that anon that was trauma dumping, except I had been in that server for more than a year. I was cancelled, had a sleuth of real life problems, and usually would just announce them and then take time off. Never went into detail or asked anything out of them, nor dumped too much information they didn't want to hear or that they didn't ask for.

It took me a while to come to the conclusion that they really didn't care at all about me when I realized that I was always DMing them, always checking in on them if they weren't online for a couple of days, leaving comments under their works to make them feel better, and other people in the server would talk about how the others were always so kind to them, so nice, "They DM'd me"/"They left long comments"/"They gifted me a fic", and... when it came to me, no one gave a shit.

I did an experiment and told them that I was going through a shit period because of a very personal issue (I didn't make it up, it actually was), and left Ao3, left Tumblr, left Discord all together, not deleting them, but not updating anything nor messaging anyone. I literally disappeared. I was in complete silence for months, not interacting with anyone.

No one cared.

I didn't hear from any of them for months in a row, and when I finally decided to try and interact again and bring up how hurt I was that the people who would keep telling me they were my friends couldn't be bothered to send me a single message in months, I was accused of trauma dumping on them, being unreasonably mean, being downright evil to people who had done everything they could to support me. When I asked them what they had done to support me or show me they were actually my friends, something they kept repeating to try and guilt trip me into apologizing to them, they kept changing the topic and accusing me of being horrible.

When I left the server, they told me they were happy I had finally left. Thank god they were my fandom friends.

--

*slew

Yeesh. Yeah, those aren't friends. You're better off out of there.

TBH, a lot of fandom friends won't usually DM you or check in that much. I have some fandom friends I've met in recent years, gotten close to quickly, and spent a lot of time talking to in discord PMs. If they go silent, I usually assume they're busy. I don't think it would occur to me to keep close tabs on them like you're describing. It would feel a bit presumptuous. Though I guess if I sent them a few "look at this funny link from today" messages and heard nothing, I might eventually go "Hey, are you okay?"

But if this was a common practice in the server aside from you, then it probably did mean something. It's possible they just didn't like your fic for non-personal reasons, but that this led to less overall interaction with you and fewer positive feelings about you without anyone really realizing. It's also possible they were just jerks.

Regardless, you were putting in a lot of effort that you weren't getting back, and that always sucks.

Either they were taking advantage and not holding up their end of the friendship or you were being pushy with people who weren't interested and who don't express friendship the same way you do. I genuinely have no way to tell. Both situations are very common, and it's not always easy to tell when one is in the situation oneself.

But it doesn't matter because both result in you feeling used and abandoned. In either case, you're better off now, out of that server and looking for other friends with whom it will be more mutual.

[faerielovesanime]

Banana scandal got me so mad im loggin onto tumblr to rant....

First of all, the author fully bullying taehwan after giving him all this childhood trauma and end up with severe abandonment issues??? WAS THE ENDING.

Taehwan was sexually assaulted by Mike his guardian while being the token immigrant eldest child forced to survive in a foreign place alone with no one to turn to at a young age. THIS onto of the racism, isolation, and bullying he received throughout his childhood. He strived hard to be the nurturing older brother, got good grades internships, the unproblematic child, and mr.popular. He kept majority of his relationships at arms lank to not get hurt by anyone nor to disappoint anyone.

The next time he was assaulted was by Yeonwu. Kissing someone unconscious WOULD FREAK ANYONE OUT. If a friend did that to me in high school regardless of sexuality or gender I WOULD CURSE THEM OUT. seeing as yeonwu and taehwan were friends for years and end up in same college your telling me the only time they could genuinely talk was that night??? And taehwan wasn't even initially upset when talking to yeonwu again he was being his usual politely conditioned self. He only became sadistic when yeonwu (idc who the fuck gets drunk off 1 beer??? It's like 12% alcohol fucking hate these story lines) jumps him. Then he remembers their last encounter where he was jumped as well. Like wouldn't that piss any normal person off but because taehwan liked him he started the start of bdsm relation. Yeonwu was down bad im sorry yall he woulda sucked his dick regardless drunk on 12% alcohol, sober, fever induced, possessed by a demon whatever plot device it was he was gonna eat him if taehwan dropped it out...

The bdsm relationship was seen as bad??? Whatever they didnt really talk it out properly with safe words and such but the author made it seem like it was all bad when all of the toys were yeonwu's and taehwan was just actually making him use them. Taehwan didn't even know how to use them so why was this all put on him being sadistic when yeonwu willingly went to him everytime?? Of course taehwan felt superior they were doing a S and M play wtf??? And outside of the bdsm they were getting to know each other again...they were only fuck buddies for like what 2 months acting like it was 2 years and taehwans feelings were slowly developing over that short 2 month period.

Yeonwu actually not liking bdsm play??? Just like him dating random men he didn't even like on the app??? He came from taehwan stepping on him??? I'm confused on what yeonwu actually likes cuz what. His self esteem issues and religious parents upbringing were all valid but I think he laid the blame on taehwan way too thick.

Taehwan reenacting the high school kiss to saying he should have responded with kissing him back and yeonwu going along with it made me sick. The scene was cute but yeonwu still dumped him after lol

Taewhan still sleeps with the light on. Wakes up in a terror if he actually goes to sleep cuz he has fucking sleep paralysis from being assualted in his sleep. Wakes up angry and swinging is not funny or normal...his roommate knowing this and think he's desperate to be around people all the time instead of popular. No one knows the real taehwan cuz he's still scared to let people in besides Emma a side character who lives far away and barely confides in.

The professor at his school just being there and not being addressed??? While taehwan did everything to bring yeonwu's stalker and assaulter to justice. Only yeonwu gets relief while taehwan's assaulter living it up as a professor wtf is this? Taehwan beating that guys ass, trying to find a solution GENUINELY for yeonwu and gets put down by yeonwu so he reacts in the way there relationship is built on and tries to sleep with him yeonwu tells him to fuck off he does and they cool the relationship, later he does all this research to find his attacker after another incident and just leaves the info for yeonwu to do with as he pleases. No one does that for taehwan he's doing what no one did for him.

They really shouldn't have shown me taehwans point of view of wallowing and craving any type of attention. The man was literally screaming help for like 20 chapters with no answer. Still unanswered cuz he's more dependent on yeonwu then ever.

Idk my rant is all over the place but I'm just saying taehwan didn't deserve to be abandoned for 2.5 years like it's cool whatever if you wanna break up for a bit and establish an actual relationship. Idk how tf yeonwu got Conditioned in a 2month bdsm relationship he all of a sudden hated but go off I guess.

[kaythefloppa]

Binga Redesign [Sloth Bear] + Rewrite/HC:

My first artwork that ever is posted on Tumblr. It's garbage and disproportionate, but it's something!! [to be clear, this isn't the only Lion King/Guard-based artwork that I've made, this is the first of many that I'll be uploading here].

I've been high off of my Lion Guard hyper fixation for the past few weeks, mainly in how demotivation and disappointing S3 was and how I should write my post-canon fic/have the events after the finale play out in my verse [which I will illustrate with some art-pieces - I'll do this here, Deviantart and on the Lion King subreddit, my user is KrattBoy2006].

However, one thing really ground my gears to a halt and made me immediately clap my hands and say "Fuck this" was fucking Binga. I refuse to accept this abominable incontinent MLP-OC-reject-pukeskin-gender-bendered little Chippette. She's 10x more annoying than Bunga is [even with Season 3's character assassination of the poor dude], her existence, personality, design, and by extension, her relationship with Bunga relies on really outdated, sexist, and overall boring hetero-romance tropes. You could cut her from the story and nothing of substance would be changed [don't believe me? Fiona Riley recorded more lines for the one episode Shabaha appears in, than for the 3 episodes Binga appears in. Take that however you will]

Out of everything in TLG S3 that I've had to tolerate or write around when it comes to my headcanons, AUs, and fics, Binga is the one thing that I flat-out choose to ignore altogether. If not because of how much cringe I endure, it's because.... she's boring lmao.

And rather than just taking the easy way out and pretending she doesn't exist [not like that's not a good option either] or by having Bunga dump this chick [again, am not entirely opposed to], I eventually just said “screw canon” and came up with my own version of her, more fleshed out than in the show itself [I’m definitely not a fan of her name since that’s another cisbend of Bunga, but until I find a good substitute, I'll go with Sloth!Binga].

Rant Aside: On with my Rewrite version of Binga. Here, she’s a sloth bear: Why that? Because A) I want to take more advantage of the Asia setting, B) because sloth bears are termite predators like honey badgers so it does fit, C) because sloth bears, much like honey badgers are incredibly fierce when they need to be, D) I’m a sucker for height difference in relationships, and E) I think them being an interspecies couple makes it very interesting, funny, and wholesome, and be a neat mirror to Timon & Pumbaa's relationship. [And before y'all say anything about how they can't have babies, note that the ability to reproduce in a relationship should not solely determine if two characters should and shouldn't get together]:

I originally wanted to have her be a honey guide [since they do also live in India]. But then I read that the whole "Honey badger/honey guide symbiotic relationship" thing was an outdated myth so I went with the next available bug-eating, Indian-native animal.

In my AU, Binga is the polar opposite of Bunga. She lived in fear and isolation as a result of immense trauma from the loss of her parents [in the same tragedy that took Sãhasí and Ãnanda and left young Rani with a scar, I'll get to that point in my verse soon]. The Night Pride adopts her out of pity and she grows up as a sister to Rani and Baliyo until she leaves on her own: Meeting Bunga inspires her to be braver, but at the same time, she is able to help Bunga become mature and level-headed, and which inspires him to eventually reconcile with Kion and apologize to him for his emotional negligence.

Bunga and Sloth!Binga have an on-off relationship. Both of them are new to the concept of actually being with someone, especially with one of them having such a coveted and busy title as the Night Pride's Bravest. They go through some ups and downs and travel around lands with each other before eventually deciding that they would rather spend the rest of their lives with each other.

I have 2 existing possible outcomes for their future:

Scenario 1:

Bunga and Binga follow Kion to the Pridelands after him and Rani's relationship falls apart, and during their time there, Bunga and Binga stay at Timon & Pumbaa's old home. When Kion returns to rebuild his alliance with the Night Pride, Bunga, and Binga opt to stay in the Pridelands, and they help advise the next Bravest of the Lion Guard .

Scenario 2:

Same as Scenario 1, except when Kion returns to the Tree of Life, Bunga and Binga return alongside him and become the surrogate aunt and uncle to Kion and Rani's kids.

In either outcome, they do end up adopting children, orphaned from both the Pridelands and the Tree of Life, much to the excitement of Grandpa Timon & Pumbaa.

For Binga's design, I tried to incorporate the sloth bear look and blend it with Binga's design. The freckles were my own design choice. Overall it doesn't look as awful as it could've been.

[deadboyswalking]

Just a friendly reminder you shouldn’t be coming into people’s ask boxes or comment sections (or replies in a public Discord server 👀) and acting unhinged because you think you’re friends when you’re really not. You shouldn’t be “playfully insulting” if you don’t actually know them like that because your intent does not carry over into the written word when talking to a stranger, particularly a stranger from another language/culture. Getting an “I hate this” or “garbage” or “you suck” or “you bitch/whore how dare you” comment on a creative work is incredibly hurtful 100% of the time unless the two of you are actual best buddies and that’s how your dynamic works [but you should treat your friends better].

Trauma dumping or making fun of other people’s experiences are both inappropriate and wildly uncomfortable. “My trauma made me funny haha jokes are how I cope,” no, it made you super annoying and unable to function in a casual social situation. Learn better coping mechanisms.

You also shouldn’t send sexual comments to people unless it has been explicitly made clear by the situation or receiver that such comments are welcome. This is a heavily NSFW blog and author, so it’s fine with me if fans thirst on here, my AO3, or my Twitter. But if you want to get to know me and be actual friends through Discord or DMs or my main blog? Be normal, be polite, and don’t just randomly inbox me your most explicit fantasies about the characters I write. 

Starting off your interactions with people by acting out of line isn’t cute or funny or sassy or whatever Twitter/TikTok/Tumblr has made you think appropriate social behavior is, it’s just breathtakingly rude. And, well,