#will i post this??????!!!!!??????/ idk!!!!!!!

[dancinghannigram]

the art of grounding your machine <3

[rokonrrc2]

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sending your friends terrible tumblr posts is a love language

[traumasurvivors]

I try really hard not to do this because I feel so guilty over asking for any type of help, but I am in a really desperate position. More so than usual. I know I've posted for requests for spreading the word about my business and stuff before because things are hard, but they've never been as bad as this.

My partner and I have a line of credit that is maxed out, and I deal with that. But when we get paid, I put all our money on the line of credit to pull as we need it for payments and everything because I want my interest payments to be lower and figure the money is better sitting there than in my account.

The problem is that with no warning, our bank decreased our line of credit by the amount I had sitting there.

This means I am $2,000 short. I cannot cover any of my payments this month or cover food, or gas for my husband to get back and forth to work. I also can't afford my dog's medication that I purchase monthly for managing her arthritis.

I really, really hate to ask but I would really appreciate any help spreading the word about my business @flappyhappystim. This is an advertising post that I share on that blog.

I also have a ko-fi .

I also have some digital books I wrote on Etsy for $1 CAD. This is a book about my healing, and this is a poetry book. As well as a digital workbook for $6 CAD

I really appreciate any spreading of this post, or my post about my business.

Edit: I got an ask about my PayPal and I think this is the link for it.

[casscainmainly]

The thing about Dick and Cass is not only that Dick resents Cass' closeness to and understanding of Bruce, but that Cass resents Dick's closeness to and understanding of Babs. They both make each other feel insecure in their most fundamental relationships, which is why they fight so often, and why many of their fights feel one-sided. Essentially, they're mutually beefing with each other over different people, but because they'll never admit it neither of them ever know what the other is mad about.

[biblically-accurate-dca]

i just wanted to post something before the year ended

[br1ghtestlight]

@dan-crimes

Mute this. The music is annoying.

Follow @brattylikestoeat for more.

[bepoucorp]

some fun lil joker outfits + little doodles

I've draw this blue outfit atleast two times [1] [2]

[feralforfrank]

simon riley x fem!reader

simon gets hit by an umbrella like three times, sorry for not knowing proper british and scottish slang, i'm greek and trying my best 👍🏻 implied age gap (reader is in uni)

holidays in Edinburgh, part 1/?

the 141 is home for the holidays. home being all over the uk, with gaz and price spending their time somwhere in the country with their partners and simon accompanying johnny and his partner in Edinburgh. johnny insisted he come along, Edinburgh is full of bonnie birds, you never know, you might meet your match, lt.

you're miserable. spending yet another holiday in a foreign country, isolated in your flat with only your cat, warm tea, and a book to pass the time. you couldn't go back home due to finals starting soon, and your parents decided to spend Christmas in warm weather down under (Australia).

it's not half as bad, you try to convince yourself. your flat is quiet, as are the neighboring ones and the building in general. your bedroom window overlooks a busy street, and you envy those who flood them with shopping bags and smiles. you haven't made that many friends, and the ones you have are already visiting their hometowns. the upside is that you're in a warm, comfortable space while others are freezing their pinkies off.

even johnny is gone. the loud scot from next door, a guy you had disliked at first without having officially met him - thin walls was the only bad thing this building has, and you were forced to listen to him do everything, from weight lifting, to watching tv, to having sex - but when you bumped into each other your opinion changed drastically. a gentleman, funny and light-hearted. he hadn't taken to heart your complaints about the noise, only promising to take it down a notch.

without the muffled sounds of his tv to annoy you - his partner had apologised for the volume, saying he's partially deaf in one ear from having been too close to explosions way too many times - you were left reading your book in silence. maybe you'd go to the grocery store later, stock up so you won't need to leave your house - the weatherman said it's going to get colder, heavy snow expected.

johnny hands simon the keys to his flat. him and his bird are going to the supermarket, there's nothing in the fridge or the cupboards for the next few days. the scot told him to take a shower, relax and make himself at home until they come back, and he didn't have to be told twice with the biting cold making his nose stuffy.

johnny's building is freshly painted to look new on the outside but old on the inside. he's been here before, and he remembers mactavish struggling to open his front door sometimes, for the lock got stuck.

he tries to reenact the technique his best friend uses to get in, trying his hardest to open the door gently instead of pushing with his shoulder like he does back at his own flat. he turns the key one, two, three times and pulls forward softly, trying to turn the key for the fourth and final time.

fuck. you gotta be fucking joking.

"fuckin' hell."

he tries again. and again, this time throwing his bag on the floor. the door rattles as he uses a bit more force, frustration building steadily and quickly.

you press play on spotify, the familiar voices of joe and frank from the basement yard podcast filling your ears. your headphones are pushing the hair out of your face and also act as ear muffs. you check your coat pockets for your phone and keys, nodding to yourself before kissing your cat goodbye. you promise her treats from the grocery store.

at first, you don't notice the hunk of a man at the door next to yours. the podcast is on full volume and your securing your scarf around your shoulder. it's when you turn to shut your door that you freeze mid-step.

in front of you, with is back turned to you, there's a giant guy pressing all his weight to johnny's door. he's wearing all black, hood drawn up, which makes this situation much much scarier.

fuck fuck fuck fuck. what the fuck. he's tryinf to break in the flat. oh fuck fuck fuck, what do i do? has he noticed me? he hasn't turned around yet. what the fuck. shit fuck. FUCK. what the fuck?!

your body reacts a few seconds later. with wide eyes and pursed lips, you hold your breath, and take a step inside your home. half your body is outside, facing him incase he decides to turn around and your arm is blindly reaching for your big umbrella.

once you have a stready hold on it, you don't hesitate to take two big steps forward and hurl it on the intruder's neck. your headphones for on your shoulders, and you hit him again, and this time he physically recoils.

you hit him another time, not quite as hard, and flinch at the sound the plastic makes against his jacket but you're gaining confidence as he grunts in pain. you shout something at him, something about this being karma for trying to break into somebody else's house, and he yelps something in response, but the blood rushing in your ears is louder than your voices.

you swing the umbrella back to hit him again, gathering all the courage you can muster for a final blow. you take a millisecond more to do so and he has time to move before it can connect with his back. unfortunately for the guy, the umbrella hits the side of his face.

he yelps and you drop it with a gasp, hands covering your mouth in shock.

his face is still hidden under his hood, but his ungloved fingers reach for his cheek, where the tip of the umbrella connected.

there's a moment of silence. your eyes are wider than before, as wide as saucers, and you're breathing heavily like him. you're scared beyond your mind, the fear having paralysed you once again. you stand there watching him rub his face witha grunt.

"you fuckin' crazy or wha', lady?!" he finally speaks with gritted teeth. his accent is hot. "'m not a fucking intruder."

oh shit.

"...you're not?"

"no, the fuck 'm not," he says calmly, and your heart rate picks up. "would an intruder have keys to the bloody flat?" he shows you the keys and you gasp softly, recognising johnny's scottish flag keychain.

"i'm—oh," your hands reach out as you try to approach him. "i'm so terribly sorry, i just—mactavish isn't home and you're huge and you were throwing yourself at the door and you have your hood up and you're so. fucking. big, i thought you were trying to rob the place—" you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts - you just beat a guy with an umbrella for no fucking reason!!!!!! ‐ "here, let me help you." you signal for him to enter your flat.

simon watches you for a moment. flushed cheeks, eyes glassy and overflowing emotions, hands waving frantically as you open your own door wider for him to walk in.

he should refuse. flat out say no. you just attacked him with an umbrella for fucks sake. it's still in your trembling hands. he should refuse. but you said mactavish. you know johnny. and he knows himself. he must've looked terrifying to you, back hunched over the lock, shoulder pushing on the old wooden door.

you look genuinely sorry and worried, very willing to let him into your home, even though he hasn't given you any information about himself. for all you know, he could've stolen the keys from johnny or his bird, he could be a proper burglar.

he should shake his head and turn your back on you. it doesn't even hurt. he's had worse. he thinks his cheekbone might have a scratch, but he's fine. ghost has been through torture before - your hits are nothing compared to that.

but you're pretty. extremely so.

so, he nods slowly, removing his hand from his cheek and grabbing his duffel bag from the ground. you wait by the door, watching his every move as he walks in.

you point to your kitchen chair, he sits - he's so imposing, your kitchen seems smaller with him in it - and you immediately rush for a pack of beans from the freezer and a towel.

"put this on your cherk," you instruct and disappear somwhere further inside the flat. he watches you.

when you come back you have rubbing alcohol, cotton pads and a packet of band-aids. simon begins to stand.

"'s not necessary. 's barely a scratch, ma'am."

you don't even look at him as you set the stuff down. he stares at you. "no, no, i feel terrible - the least i can do is fix your face."

"you sayin' my mug is ugly?"

you pause, head snapping to the side to meet the stranger's eyes. you frown, another apology ready to escape your lips.

he's smirking. right corner of his lips tilted up. he's joking. your shoulders sag and you exhale with a smile.

"no, your face is quite nice, stranger."

it is. strong features, long nose - looks to have been broken a hundred times - some scars here and there, long eyelashes and pretty brown eyes.

"simon. simon riley."

simon. nice name - suits him. friend of johnny's, you remember. probably military, judging by the width of his back. and the unintenional scrutinising and intimidating gaze.

you introduce yourself, breath hitching when he repeats your first name slowly.

"pretty name." you shrug, grabbing a wet cotton pad and slowly moving it towards him. he doesn't pull away, and you press it against the small scratch on his cheek as he speaks. "suppose a pretty girl deserves a pretty name."

you chuckle, heat rising up your neck and spreading to your cheeks as you move on to the pack of band-aids.

"so, you know johnny?" you ask.

"saved his ugly mug a coupl'a times. we're spending christmas here."

your smile falters as you stick the small band-aid on his cheek (only now realising it has anakin skywalker printed on it). you're once again reminded of how lonely you'll be during christmas. simon notices it, but hesitates asking if you're okay.

"sorry for the uh, band-aid. uh, i don't have any normal ones." he brushes it off with a shake of his head. "you're good to go, now. i'm sure you have things to do."

simon silently gets up and grabs his things, all while watching you put your coat and scarf back on. whatever light you had on your face moments before is gone, and he's trying to figure out what he said wrong to cause this.

he follows you out of the flat, mind forming different ways to ask if something's wrong. he can't help but ask when he hears you sigh heavily, almost defeated.

"you okay, love?"

"huh—what?" you look at him once and then continue locking your door.

"you alright? did i say something that upset you?"

your smile returns with his words, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

"no, i'm all good, don't worry. just don't want to go for groceries in the freezing cold, ya know?" he nods, jiggling johnny's keys in his hands. "anyway, it was nice meeting you, simon. and i'm really sorry for thinking you're an intruder and hitting you with my umbrella and whatnot. i hope to see you around - have fun!"

and before he can ask where you're spending your christmas, or why you're going to the supermarket instead of packing to go back to wherever your home is - your accent clearly indicates you're not from edinburgh, as if the books, pens, and scattered notebooks at your home were not enough - you're walking down the stairs and dissappear from his eyesight.

simon stands for a moment before turning to the door again. you're interesting, to say the least, and you said his face was...nice - he doesn't get that often. and you have band-aids with Star Wars characters, and you laughed at his joke. and you were brave enough to attack him when you thought he was a burglar.

yeah, he hopes to see you around too.

[not-terezi-pyrope]

I understand that we're all mourning the death of public third spaces and feeling nostalgic for how things were in the 80s or whatever, but in terms of lost treasures of the past, I feel like people are losing sight of the fact that the go-to hangout spot being a shopping center/"mall" was already a pretty bleak expression of how (especially US) culture revolved around capitalist consumerism? Even before they started to ban teenagers from existing there.

Idk whenever I see a nostalgic aesthetic post venerating the lost magic of a shopping multiplex I just imagine in 30 years time people going "these were the good times... What we lost" and then just posting a screenshot of the Amazon.com homepage, pffff

When we rebuild society I feel like we should try to make the social centerpieces/hangout spots like, parks, and entertainment/community/leisure centers, rather than money extraction complexes

[sorens-bsf]

this trios dynamic 2 me 😋

[wandixx]

I know it's kinda past Christmas fic season (not really, but it's late for anyone to start wirting one, my own is close to finishing I promise) but:

Considering Santa Claus is real and DC and considering big part of Danny's problem with Christmas is his parents fight over Santa's existence and his alive status, I believe there wasn't any fic, where Danny just straight up kidnapps him and shows to his parents like "See?! He exists! He is [ghost/not ghost](dealer's coice). Can you stop already?!"

Also, considering that both some Justice League members and Young Justice (Tim's) met the guy, you could have them react to Santanapping

Could be funny if Fentons didn't know about Phantom, had a moment of "how exactly our totally normal son managed that?" before brushing it off and just excitedly start examining guy he brought to them like a feral cat brings little birds

[vix-png]

just me going crazy . same old .

[dear-ao3]

[cont of last question] idk i just think it's unfair that writers are constantly told to write 'for themselves' (which we do, it's posting that is for others), to never expect any sort of interaction, to do mental backflips to console ourselves and above all to keep writing. for ourselves. for lurkers out there to read it. but of course, for ourselves.

as someone with a whole degree in writing. about 95% of all writing classes are Oh Think Of The Audience. How Will The Audience Perceive This? Let's Do Feedback On Eachothers Writing For Several Weeks So You Know How The Audience Reacts To This.

so. would be nice. to hear. from the fucking audience. tell me what you think and i will keep feeding you but i need to know that you like what im fucking serving.

[ventismacchiato]

🔎 beneath the mask!

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

synopsis ever since you were chosen, or rather cursed, to become a holder of a miraculous, you’ve spent your time juggling your nights as a masked hero and your days as a tired college student. and when your master introduced you to your new hero partner, scaranoir, you hoped your missions would become easier. but you both can’t seem to get along, let alone agree on anything, which only makes your nights the more difficult to get through.

but things start to look up for you when the city’s heartthrob, kunikuzushi, transfers to your university, especially when sparks fly between the two of you. but with your double life constantly demanding your attention, will there ever be time for anything more?

genre enemies/rivals to lovers, superhero au based on miraculous and mha sorta, college au

warnings time stamps don’t matter, characters including y/n are portrayed as young adults, mentions of alcohol, nsfw, villains are based off the genshin enemies

notes just posting a silly idea i had idk if i’ll write this after swy, title still pending

taglist open! comment to be added, asks will be ignored (also i’ll use ur user as a fan in the au if ur on the tag list)

STARRING

LOVEBUG ⇄ YN | SCARANOIR ⇄ KUNI

SEASON ONE

PROLOGUE

O1. look at what the cat dragged in

O2. nine lives

O3. you’re gonna be popular

O4. why he kinda

O5. best of both worlds

O6. cat in heat

O7. sleep is for the weak

SEASON TWO

11. the bugs and the bees

12. by night we fight

13. stockholm syndrome

SEASON THREE

20. tba

author notes fun fact i was writing this as a one shot and then i was like hmm wait this wud be fun as an entire universe,, also i ate that header up didn’t i not to glaze myself or anything. also i’ve been watching mlb since i was 14 good grief. also this is sort of btl vibes

[bondagebimbo]

🩸show me your deity, and I will show you one that bleeds🩸

[angstandhappiness]

DUDE

If I had a nickel for every time a cartoon protagonist ended up wearing the outfit of someone they once looked up to but now resent/despise I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice