#you need community you need connection

[itsybitsylemonsqueezy]

I have failed in my task to be connected to others. But I don't have to keep failing.

I remember 2016. I remember the fear, the panic. I remember the sludge my brain turned into in the wake of the news. The sorrow and despair I felt then is of the same, is the same, as I feel now. It's a sickening feeling, makes it hard to move, to think.

But what was true then is still true now. We must come together. We must connect with each other. We must not feel alone in this or allow each other to feel alone. I know I have not done my part in reaching out, for help and to help. I have demurred, because I was tired or because I was afraid. I cannot do this anymore. We have to reach for one another, we have to try.

The divide is a wall of distortion. Our voices get lost and we appear bigger and smaller than we really are. Our features are exaggerated to extremes, making monsters of just people. Just people. In all our ugliness. We must reach out through the fear, through the distortion, and try to see each other for who we are. There's always more in common than you think, often than you want. But if we can connect on those things, then we can conquer the distortion. We can pull each other past it.

I am hurt and I am grieving. And I don't mean to ask anyone to reach out in ways that make them unsafe. But I know that I have to understand and accept my fellow man if I want to go anywhere with her. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I want more connections, not fewer. I do not want to fail my fellows by not giving you a chance to be understood. Because I want that chance for myself. I want you to know me, see me, care about me. I can only ask that if I'm willing to give it.

I'm a person and so are you. We are scared. We are hurt. We are trying to make it through, sometimes not well, sometimes not consistently. I want you to know I love you. I want you to know that I see you are a person. Not good, not bad, just a person, flaws and virtues intact. This is what I wish for me. This is what I wish for all of us.

Come say hi if you feel it, I am here.

[lastoneout]

the whole guilt-tripping language in posts about important topics paired with how I'm still getting bitches in my notes talking about why it's actually good to tell "bad" people to kill themselves continues to prove to me that a lot of people have absolutely no concept of social justice or activism outside of assuming the worst of and then viciously attacking strangers on the internet

[call-me-pup2]

You ever see someone you want to do horribly disgusting kinky shit with but also be so wholesome with after? Like lets fuck and experiment until we're both out of breath, have came multiple time and are fully satisfied then let's snuggle up together. Tangled up in each others arms, wanting to be as close to each other as possible while trying to catch our breath. Big silly smiles thinking about how perfect it all was, trailing little kisses and nuzzling into each other, drifting off to sleep in a little blissful bubble

[mbirnsings-71]

genderfluids your pro neighbor because the gender in parkciv is parkour- Who needs gender roles when you've got parkour anyways-

[ministarfruit]

local alley cat gets beaten up (colourised)

[kitfizzo]

The "this number is.." is a reference to idksterling.. theres nothing nsfw on here its all just innocent kissies and cuddles i promise 🙏

Ughhhh I'm waaayyy too autistic and depressed rn to say anythingg... ive got choir district on Saturday and its really stressing me out so im bringing my X plush for an extra friend to support me... autism who?

Also a stupid vent under the more lolol its funny if you need a laugh i guess

Someone on Pinterest saw my gore art and was like.. "dni" I GAVE A TRIGGER WARNING WHY DID YOU GO TO THE COMMENTS- and then on the htwins discord server i posted some adorable 4x art i got eight 🔥 reactions BUT SOME KID PUT A ROLLING EYES EMOJI- BROOOOOOOO THEY WERE JUST GIVING EACH OTHER A FLOWER WHY U HATTING 😭😭😭☹️😨❤️😭⁉️❤️☹️❤️🔥🤭🗣️❤️✌️🩸🙏❤️🗣️❤️❤️🤭 I SWEAR OSC KIDS ARE SO MEAN FR ☹️

[brick-van-dyke]

So, I've been doing some thinking. This could either be a meaningless little ramble that no one will care about, or something seen as really dangerous and putting a target on my back.

So, what if we, those most weary of the far right created an international group of activists in light of the US election? See, the thing is that Donald Trump and Elon Musk are very dangerous, but they are also very incompetent and could lead the government down a path that weakens it. It could create a very unique opportunity to address the far right problem and the US Imperialist system itself in one go. Or maybe I'm being overly ambitious.

This group I have in mind would have several purposes, such as keeping communities safe and protecting people from the harm the far right would do in the name of winning the election. Or, most importantly of all, connecting activists from all over the world and allowing us to dismantle the system as a concrete and united movement. Maybe it's just me being naive and hopeful, but maybe it's also something we've all wanted deep down but been too afraid to initialise? If so, maybe this is a sign to really stand up and start trying to make those connections.

[vicciouxs]

07. A DEAL previous ★ beginning ★ next

KNOX: It's nice to see that you've stoppped straightening your curls...I've always liked how they look on you. AUDREY: I know. It was the last thing you said to me that day. KNOX: Sorry for that. AUDREY: Don't worry, past is past. And you have cut your hair, it never occurred to me that you would do something like that, but it looks good on you. KNOX: Well, sorry for breaking this moment of reminiscing, but I feel like you have something to ask me. AUDREY: Yeah...I guess I'm still a terrible at lying...or avoiding topics (sighs) AUDREY: I'm going to be honest with you. My friend, Astra, I feel like she's in something...something bad. KNOX: OK...and, well, how can I help you with there? I don't understand. AUDREY: Because... AUDREY: ...you both move through the same world.KNOX: Audrey, have we really come here to talk about drugs? AUDREY: No, it's not that. Well, it is but not in that way. KNOX: I don't consume or distribute, so we're done. AUDREY: Knox, please, I wouldn't ask you this if I wasn't desperate. I have tried to go alone, but I think they have a cover business. KNOX: (sighs) AUDREY: ...I only know that the place was called "Snake Club" or at least that's what they called it. KNOX: Okay, I'll see what I can do. Maybe I can call someone, but I can't promise anything. KNOX: Although, you have to promise me that you won't return to a place like that alone, never again. AUDREY: Knox, thank you. [ Hours later ] LEON: Hey bro, what's up? How long without hearing from you. KNOX: Yeah...sorry for that. Do you have a moment? LEON: Yeah sure, shoot. KNOX: I was wondering...Do you still have contact with that guy? LEON: Eh, what guy? KNOX: You knox, Arabella's guy. LEON: Oh shit bro, don't say more [Cuts the call] I need something stronger.

[jonbinary-archive]

metal genre self ship asks !!

bc i am a silly little guy who likes metal + my silly little f/os...

death metal: who is more intimidating, s/i or f/o?

metalcore: who is the 'um they asked for no pickles...' half of the pairing?

nu metal: does f/o communicate more with words or actions? how about s/i?

doom metal: who gets scared more easily?

classic metal: have f/o and s/i ever attended a concert together? who was it?

power metal: do they get into arguments easily? do they make up easily?

glam metal: does s/i steal clothes from f/o or the other way around?

industrial metal: who stays up late working and who convinces the other to come to bed?

thrash metal: do s/i and f/o dance together? what kind of dancing?

idol metal: what's something s/i does that f/o finds cute or endearing? the other way around?

[kaurwreck]

have yall ever noticed in osamu dazai's entrance exam that ranpo cuts to the heart of dazai within moments of meeting him, weighs him against the feather in his gaze, decides it neither too heavy nor light, and then says, simply, unfeignedly, deliberately, "Oh, that's nice. Anyway, welcome to the Agency."

and dazai, despite smoothing himself shapeless under ranpo's scrutiny, is rattled, slipping aside his noh mask to self-soothe by asking kunikida about ranpo's skill. because the radio static crackling along his spine can't be the sensation that he's been caught, or ranpo would have renounced or redressed or recoiled from the snake in his home— so it must be no longer human, buzzing and frustrating such and such skill ranpo set on him, and this placidity is a facade to save face. ranpo couldn't have seen what dazai didn't deign to show him, however much the thought briefly excites dazai.

except then kunikida explains that ranpo's skill is to deduce the truth of a case just by looking at it, and dazai is momentarily stunned, the static roaring in his drums as muscle memory swallows piqued yearning and spits bitter incredulity. even if there were a skill that could crack him apart to out the pluck meat that might reassure him he's made of flesh beneath the chitin, there is no exception to his nullification.

even as the blackened grief encroaches like ennui around dazai's edges, ranpo is calling them, promising them the answer they asked for, and no more than that much. he asks dazai for his glasses (the glasses precious to him, typically on his person, but in that moment, somewhere else), and dazai is coaxed by his curiosity and ranpo's beckon.

and because dazai is still a pitiable creature prone to wanting, he leans towards the taunting lure and takes it between his fingers while holding his breath to brace against the certain-to-be-crushing disappointment.

and instead, substantiation brokering little argument. ranpo can deduce the truth by looking at it. and as dazai's own discernment reverse engineers ranpo's conclusion, he finds no fault in it.

dazai's rhapsody enlivens him in the car with Kunikida, the well of him overflowing with the salvific implications that moments prior he was pinned, writhing in place, by someone sincerely seeing him, who was satiated by enough substance to then look away, who wasn't the least surprised to see wriggling, living flesh in the shape of him.

dazai's so beside himself that when kunikida remarks that he's never seen dazai marvel over someone else's skills like that before, dazai scarcely lies to him when he says lots of things take him by surprise, like when he tried to pick up a clam with his chopsticks, and it was still alive, startling him.

kunikida, who also notices more than he's given any credit for, dismisses dazai's third perspective, depersonalized, dehumanized, and disassociated clam metaphor, and says: "You seemed taken aback that someone had the ability to see and know all."

to which dazai responds with the same seamless and subtly mean spirited deflection he tends towards whenever he's suddenly feeling vulnerable.

but yes, he is taken aback. it's worldview shattering, not unlike when chuuya incited him, or oda shrugged at him, or when kunikida would, later, see a lock without any key (a climax without any hope) and create one himself.

ranpo saw him, saw who he'd been, and said, with prejudice: "Anyway, welcome to the Agency."

because I didn't until a couple of weeks ago, but I haven't stopped thinking about it.

[musubiki]

lately ive been thinking about the contrast going on in Early Lime where hes like "tbh im pretty sure i could have any girl i wanted including mochi i mean i guess if she wanted we could give it a shot one day but i dont really care lol" and then very easily becoming completely unhinged for her the second he gets a tinge of romantic affection

[spacedlexi]

the way the ericson group were at the outbreak just a bunch of troubled kids who made various mistakes or committed crimes and were judged by a system that punished and abandoned them instead of giving them the support and love they needed, are then nearly a decade later put into a situation where now they must judge a troubled child for the mistakes and crimes hes committed against them. and 5 to 3 vote them out 😭

[cyanbeetle]

I’ve tried like 500 times to articulate my thoughts about nonwhite superman and how much that adds to his childhood of loneliness and every time I hit a stumbling block because the topic makes me too insane to think but please hold my hand and imagine this little boy trying to grow up in rural Kansas and being the only person he’s ever known who looks like he does. This little boy who never has a proper answer when people ask where he’s really from, and even once he knows the truth of himself he can never safely share it. Please imagine him fighting every single day to belong and never being able to no matter how hard he tries because people will always find something questionable in the very way he looks. A lot of the superman mythos is dependant on Clark’s ability to assimilate but when you take that away what is left?? He’s just a kid fighting so hard for a belonging he’ll never have a hope in hell of being handed. Oh it hurts my heart

[elllteo]

Creators I love you but it's time to wake up

Among rumors about our tumblr user data being sold off to Midjourney/Generative AI, recent Extremely transphobic events (that have been ongoing) coming to a head, another extremely concerning internet censorship bill being pushed in upper levels of government, and a general air of frustration over how the site belongs to and is operated by perhaps the second stupidest CEO (second only to twitters own) of our age, I'm very done with the last few vestiges of what the old internet held for artists.

And if you're reading this, you probably are too.

I know we're tired. We are all tired. It is not always viable to pack up shop and move, again and again and again.

From tumblr to twitter to anywhere else we've ever grown up posting, things no longer work. Our audiences are kneecapped by aggressive and hostile algorithms, our reach is abysmal - if we aren't shadow-banned or silenced for one (transphobic) reason or another, we're thrust into an ever growing pit of hostility where the only thing that drives clicks is fighting and contention.

We're tired. We're so fucking tired. We aren't businesses, we aren't content mills, we cannot keep this pace that modern social media has set for us, to wring every ounce of creativity out of us to profit from and leave us rotting.

The key to staying afloat here, and I cannot stress this enough, is to stay connected to your peers.

Pack up and move as units if you must. Exodus from the sites that are killing us. Push your entire friend group of artists to move from one site to the next that promises you a kinder experience.

Art drives movements, it drives change, it is all that encompasses being human. If you take that away from the shitty places, they will be left with nothing but a cesspit of inhumanity and the people who follow you will be more incentivized than ever to move with you.

Yes, this is terrifying. There are no guarantees. There never was, and never are, and never will be.

But stay connected. Stay human.

Support each other and be willing to hold hands and jump when we all - as a group - need to jump from the flames we're all trying to convince ourselves wont kill us before rescue comes.

Rescue isn't coming, rescue will be found hand in hand with each other. I'm offering you my hand, please take it. There's always a new start, there are always helping hands reaching for you. You have to look up from the doom-scroll long enough to see and take them.

[crustaceousfaggot]

On one hand my phone is my bestest friend who protects me and shows me so many beautiful wonders. On the other hand I wanna throw this fucking lump of metal into the sun before it can erode my brain any more than it already has. Do you understand.

[baura-bear]

what's pissing me off most about the election is how many people who have similar opinions are absolutely tearing into each other in search of someone to "blame" for the trump win. It doesn't matter what we could've done differently because at the end of the day it's done. blaming each other and turning on each other is only gonna help the white supremacists who want to run this country. so instead we need to focus on creating community so that we have a network of resistance and care built into our lives. tear into trump supporters all you want but if you are anti trump, if you were discontent with both options, if you were/are whatever, focus on people who share the same ideas as you and how you can build each other up and make your community stronger. that is where revolution begins. not yelling about ballots that have already been cast.