#we are done

[peachyxxkeens]

Its so over Butcher gang omfg.....

[cavsracing]

ladies and gentlemen the 2023 F1 season is officially over

[phancakes]

soooo they are gonna address heart eyes howell on this tour huh.

[insaneloligoth]

Well that’s it guys. Glitter Force is officially gone. I’ve seen all 70 episodes throughout the week, heard all 12 endings and both openings, we’re done.

…Now what?

(Btw if you don’t like it I respect your opinion)

[snowy-bones]

Looks like you stopped letting others use your kind heart and soul for their own gain. Good on you Snow. 👏 Hope you're doing okay.

teh heh! honestly? i'm really just done chasing after people who dont want to put in the same effort that i have/had constantly given only to be treated like a secondary or back up friend. im not going to continue to give my entire heart and soul only to receive hardly any sort of love and care in return. im tired...so very tired. im not okay, WE are not okay and we are tired of only being talked with when it is convenient for someone. im not going to sit around and wait anymore. im not going to give if nothing is going to be given back. im tired of being forgotten and given the same excuse time and time again. my system is tired. we're tired of being used and abused. we're tired of being treated like toys. its so easy for those to talk with others and yet so easy for us to be forgotten when we arent convenient and relevant. we're tired of being excluded, we're tired of being avoided when we have done nothing wrong. we're tired of being punished for doing absolutely nothing wrong. we're tired of being left in the background and the shadows. we're done. d o n e. those who know whats going on know. and we wont be sharing any info publicly any time soon. we're not making it convenient. if those people wanted to know they would have made the effort. so there is no more running after people that wont let us walk beside them anymore. we're so tired of being the last thought. the only thing we can say right now is that...we are healing... ...good night -The Snowflurry System -Host Snow, Protectors Ash and Thomas

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

HAPPY JANUARY 31ST!!! THIS IS IT! THE LAST PROMPT FILL! WE DID IT!! Thank you so much to everyone who followed along on this little January Prompt Fill journey with me. I started this exercise for myself, and didn't expect anyone to actually read them. I was instead only posting them on Tumblr to hold myself accountable. Instead, I was met with so much kindness and support and I am so extremely grateful. These have been hard, some days I really did not want to sit down and write 500 words, and some days I almost forgot to. BUT I somehow managed to not miss a day, and I am so proud of myself for it. Thank you for following along! I will NOT be doing this for February 😂 Please note this one is a little cheesy but what better way to end a month of prompt fills with potentially the cheesiest one yet!

31. “The safest place is in your arms”

Matty was trying to hide it, but George knew he was crying. The sound was muffled from the way Matty had his face squished against George’s chest, and could be mistaken for the whistle of his congested breath. But George knew better, a wet patch spreading across the fabric. 

He hated when Matty was sick, run down and worn thin at his fraying edges. One tug at his loose threads and he would unravel completely. But he hated when Matty cried even more, overwhelmed by illness, and the hatred of the masses. It made George’s heart ache. Matty didn’t deserve the witch hunt the mainstream media had fueled, he didn’t deserve the Twitter users calling for his blood. Even when he misspoke, George couldn’t imagine anyone deserving the level of abuse Matty found himself subjected to. 

He had been drunk, weeks ago, when the hate train started, looking so helplessly young as he stared up at George, his eyes bright and wet as he asked, “Why do they hate me so much?” George hadn’t been able to give him an answer, just pulled him to his chest, and ran his hand down Matty’s back, silently hating that he was once again, able to feel every bump of his spine.  

George knew he had seen the AI images, his already pale face growing all the paler as he locked his phone and sat down next to George. Jamie and the rest of their team was already working to get them taken down, and they had hoped that Matty wouldn’t see them. But George should have known they wouldn’t be able to hide it from Matthew Chronically Online Healy. 

“Can I have a cuddle?” He rasped, his voice rough with illness and his eyes glassy with unshed tears. He had snot matted into his sweaty curls and was objectively disgusting. But George had just opened his arms and Matty slotted into the space like he was made to fit into George’s arms. Sometimes, when George was high and feeling introspective, he wondered if he was. 

George couldn’t protect Matty, he couldn’t keep him safe, but he could hold him while he cried, while he was ill and whisper sweet nothings in his ear, trying to show him that even though he was hurting, and even though it didn’t feel like it, he was loved. 

“I’m sorry,” George said softly, “I’m so fucking sorry, that I can’t fix this, that I can’t protect you, that I can’t keep you safe.” He said, his own heart breaking at the words. 

Matty stilled, and George froze as well, leaning back, to try and get a look at Matty’s face, concern pulsing through his veins as Matty held his breath before exhaling slowly, looking up at George. His nose was red, his face swollen and puffy from his infected sinuses, his eyes bloodshot from crying. 

“Don’t apologize,” said Matty, his voice hoarse but still strong and full of conviction. “The safest place is in your arms,” he paused, “nothing can hurt me here.”

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

[littleladylav]

"I thought you said you know who I am? I would've assumed you already knew my name."

<𝙻𝚊𝚟 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙, 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗>

"I do. I just want to hear you actually introduce yourself."

"Hmph. That's stupid. ... I'm Lav."

<𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙻𝚊𝚟 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍>

"Nice to meet you, Lav. You can call me Pastel."

"Nice to meet you too, Pastel."

<𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝙻𝚊𝚟 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍>

"...What now?"

<𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚊𝚟>

"How about arson!?"

"Wha... arson?? Why that of all things right now?? I mean.. yeah, I'm probably not in the best state of mind.. but I am not burning down a bunch of things right now."

<𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕'𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊, 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚢>

"Arson!!!"

<𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚟'𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚊𝚟 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙>

"H-Hey wait! Where are we going??"

"I'm gonna go harass your dad!"

<𝙻𝚊𝚟 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔>

"Why are you going to harass my dad? We already give him enough heart attacks every day."

"Aw, don't take me so seriously, Lav! Really, all I want to do is get you back home. Someone's gotta be worried about you after you disappeared, and my bet's on Jax this time."

<𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊���𝚖𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗>

"I'm sure it'll be fine. It's not like I'm hurt or anything. It isn't that important to go worrying about a kid who has just disappeared for a few hours over any other scenario."

<𝙻𝚊𝚟 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎>

"At least now I won't be as alone anymore during the painful days."

Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

(Note from Mod: Now I can just sit back and let my sadness come from all the other dramas... Just a reminder too that this is set within the past. ALSO!!! Credits to my irl best friend for both playing and going to continue playing the role of the voice! :D They don't want to get a Tumblr account, so I'm letting them technically share mine where we tag team playing the two characters! And now, since this has finally been released... I CAN FINALLY GET THIS OFF MY BACK, NO MORE DRAMA FOR A WHILE FROM ME! Hopefully..)

[childishfirmino]

liverpools transfer window is making me mentally fucking deranged

[barcelonas]

pedri is the glue 💔

[maxemilianver]

unless max serves his whole verstussy for the whole weekend we aint winning it in baku....and i know that he aint gonna serve with that new sprint format...in BAKU of all the places....i can only hope that max is in his form

[titleofpersonage-p01]

[idontt-belong]

5th tack being so long, london!!!!!!

i cant keep my cool man

fuckkkkkk

The Tortured Poets Department tracklist!

1. Fortnight (feat Post Malone)

2. The Tortured Poets Department

3. My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

4. Down Bad

5. So Long, London

6. But Daddy I Love Him

7. Fresh Out The Slammer

8. Florida!!! (feat Florence + The Machine)

9. Guilty as Sin?

10. Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

11. I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

12. loml

13. I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

14. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

15. The Alchemy

16. Clara Bow

Bonus Track: The Manuscript

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

19

[sidras-tak]

Accessibility takes too goddamn fucking long.

My brother was paralyzed in October 2023. We got him home from the hospital (in Texas, when we live in Iowa) in a clunky old hospital chair. He hated it. He was scared and angry and in pain and his life had just changed forever and he couldn’t do anything for himself in that wheelchair. His first goal (aside from learning how to transfer) was to get a wheelchair. My family was lucky enough to afford one so we thought it would be easy enough. Nope.

We couldn’t buy him a wheelchair. He needed a prescription. For a wheelchair. A doctor had to examine him and declare him in need of a wheelchair. It wasn’t good enough that he had scans and tests showing tumors cutting off his spinal cord. He needed his primary care doctor to examine him during a physical and write a prescription. He was making 2-4 transfers a day, tops. He had no energy to get to a doctor. Home health was in and out every day. He had no time to get to a doctor. He didn’t get a prescription for almost a month. Then it had to go through insurance.

We asked if we could skip insurance and just buy a wheelchair for him. Nope. They wouldn’t sell us one, not even at full sticker price. It needed to be approved by Medicare. We ordered a wheelchair, a nice one, a good shade of green, sporty, small. It would let him move around the house. He would be able to cook, to reach drawers and get stuff from the fridge and brush his teeth and put his contacts in at a sink. We were told it would take awhile, maybe two months. Silently we all hoped he would be around to see two more months.

He went on hospice care on a Saturday in March. On Monday, I was calling his friends to come see him before he died. I got a call on his phone. It was the wheelchair company. They were about to order his wheelchair, she said, but there was an issue with insurance— had he stopped being covered by Medicare? Well, yes. When he started hospice care, he got kicked off Medicare. The very nice woman I talked to told me to call her if he resumed Medicare coverage so she could order his wheelchair. He died less than 12 hours later.

We ordered that chair for him in early December. Medicare didn’t approve the order until March. He was dead before they got around to it. He wanted that fucking wheelchair so badly. The only reason he had any semblance of independence and any quality of life for the last five months of his life was because the wheelchair company lent him an old beater chair, a very used model of the chair he ordered. If I could go back and change one thing about his end-of-life, I would get him his dream wheelchair. He told me again and again he couldn’t wait to get it, so that he could feel like a person again. He made the best of what he had with that old beater chair, but it still makes me mad to this day. He was paralyzed. He needed a chair that afforded him dignity. We had the money for it. And yet, we were left waiting for five months, for a chair that wouldn’t even get ordered until the day he died.

[thkmadame]

Please call Tyrone and you can’t use my phone, signed, A Tired Black Woman

[oh-snapperss]

they'll fund a genocide and let their poor regions be destroyed. don't fucking forgive them for that.

my hometown is completely gone from what pictures i can find of it, i have not heard from my family (including aunts, uncles, parents, one sibling, and a grandparent), and the infrastructure in the mountain communities is wiped out. i cannot stress how catastrophic this is, or how difficult it will be for these communities to build back. i am angry, and scared, and heartbroken by everything that's happened.

and our government is spending it's money to fund a genocide.

free palestine, and don't be complicit. realize that this is not something happening that doesn't affect you--although it shouldn't take this to care about the deaths of thousands of people anyway.