#yeah im sure that's fine

[bumblee27]

Well, hello! Here's a little treat for @pearlescent-poppies as part of the @mcyt-summer-of-yuri! I hope you like it! ^^

"I'll be your house when your roof starts leaking <3" - It Gets Better, Bears in Trees (it's just cute and it fits :3)

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The queen of Gilded Helianthia landed at the base of the winding stairs leading to the magnificent Prisma Palace of the Ocean Empire with great grace. She brushed down her dress, neatly folded her golden wings and began the ascent to the top of the tower. Granted, it would have been far quicker to simply fly to the top, but, well, she was a bit of a stickler for politeness.

“Lizzie? Lizzie, are you here?” she called, wandering about a bit. She waited, but there was no response. She wrinkled her nose in disappointment, telling herself that she would have to make her desired trade another time, and was just about to take off when she heard a cough.

A cough? Pearl wondered for a moment whether she was hearing things, but no, there promptly came another.

“Hello? Anyone there?” She followed the direction it had come from, her footsteps echoing on the prismarine floor. (A/N, I know it's not prismarine, but I can't remember what it is :’D) She crossed the bridge to the smaller tower of the two that made up the Prisma Palace, and after some hesitation, pushed aside the curtain of kelp that marked the Ocean Queen’s private quarters. “Queen Lizzie?”

Pearl took a small, surprised intake of breath. For the mighty, powerful queen of the ocean, renowned throughout the empires for her unmatched strength, knife-sharp intelligence and effortless intimidation - was curled in a ball on her bed, sniffling like a child with a cold.

“Queen Pearl! A- ah. A pleasure to see you, as always. What can I do for you?”

“Are you alright?”

“Me? Yes, perfectly.” The axolotl-hybrid wiped her nose with her arm in a rather unladylike fashion, standing up hurriedly, before stumbling, falling back onto her bed and swearing under her breath. Pearl’s compassionate nature took over, and she leaned in to feel her forehead. She did not notice Lizzie flush an even darker shade of red.

“Goodness, you're boiling! ‘Perfectly fine’? You're sick as anything! I'd say a fever, if you're lucky.”

Lizzie groaned, covering her face in her hands. “Please don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Your reputation is the least of your concerns right now, madam!”

“Excuse you! I am a respected queen-”

“Yeah, well, so am I. But I have medical training, and right now, you're my patient. So you are going to stay right here while I fly back to Gilded Helianthia and get my kit. Got it?”

Lizzie frowned, looking as though she was going to protest again, but then huffed and curled into a ball. “Please try not to be long.”

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[imma-triple-a-battery]

also

maybe i should've saved this one for halloween or something

oh well, anyway

yeah it's based off of @mha-quotes-and-such again, i hope it's not too annoying cuz there will be more

[linddzz]

Thinking about Weird Barbie and how she's the very obviously queer outsider of the Barbie world, she straddles the lines between Barbie and the Real World. She's the most aware of the performative nature of it all. She supports Barbie while also gently mocking her panic at losing the hyperfeminine perfection. Her weird house is also home to the discontinued reject weird Barbies, the outcasts (including very gay earring Ken) who never fell into either the original matriarchy or the Kentriarchy brainwashing.

The other more classically heteronormative and beautiful Barbies both pity and fear her, and at first the narrative pities her as well. She's the vessel of girls going weird and crazy and feral on their dolls and that's amazing. Weird Barbie is aware of who she is and how the world sees her and she loves it. She's Weird Barbie and She Owns It.

[troyandabedsnewapartment]

YOU LIE AND I STAY, AGAIN AND AGAIN.

1. letters of sylvia plath | 2. i know im not the only one, sam smith | 3. cut, caitlyn siehl | 4. ask polly: help, im the loneliest person in the world!, heather havrilesky | 5. cool about it, boygenius | 6. driving east (2002), helen frankenthaler | 7. motion sickness, phoebe bridgers | 8. wishbone, richard siken | 9. bicho 87/9 (1987), gego | 10. gilded lily, cults

[adriles]

Wow some of you are really mad at me. Probably b/c i maimed & killed your friends, brothers, fathers, and sons on the field of battle. Thats ok though. Im fated to die soon

[cowardlykrow]

"Ooooo, you wanna get in my toy box SOOO badd"

[your-turn-to-role]

is. is this going to turn out to be relevant to the story or is he making a fucking clock

[re-colligere]

hyeah iummm sorry I've gotta flush out all the mushiness out of my system. you know how it is. it's whateva

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[shepscapades]

shep. i finished xisuma's s8. i am plagued with so many thoughts /silly

Oh my gognfjgmgimfggfmgnmfdnffgh it’s. It’s so much. I have so much to say and so many thoughts they make me so crazy. They make me so crazy THEY MAKE ME SO CRAZY IS THIS THING ON CAN ANYONE HEAR ME

[simplydnp]

phil asking dan if he'd do something and dan immediately going 'we' okay. i see you.

[randomwriteronline]

You know its true that out of the four stone toa we know Onewa is the exception due to being An Asshat but i think we could focus more on Pouks being the white sheep of a flock of goats. Hes the only one of them who was like, formally employed and working an actual job as a toa. His siblings are just his coworkers. I dont think he knows a sport. He was so glad Pohatu and Hewkii were nothing like Onewa for all of twelve seconds before dreadfully discovering that they are exactly like Onewa, just in previously unimaginable ways, such as the batshit circumstances of their toahood and accidentally kicking a ball into each others face at mach speeds for fun

[vodka-and-ocs]

what two failed saves do to a mf

[nyctocollective]

friendly reminder that plurality is caused by trauma. trauma is defined as an event that has a severe negative impact on oneself. there are going to be dark parts of plurality that no one wants to talk about. the brain created you to cope with what it went through. it's okay to have parts (or wholes) that have “twisted” desires, attractions, innerworld or external relationships, sexual or emotional needs, etc. other people might call you disgusting, evil, immoral, but it's just part of being traumatized. it's going to be unpleasant or unsightly.

read the tags.

[waywardsalt]

refused to let myself rest until i finished making this