#you're safe with me i promise

[humblepoet26]

POV: I captured you but give you the chance to play nice, are you coming with me? Or am I going to have to tie you up and drag you out of here..

[mariamegale]

concept: omegaverse on the gorkhon except twyre bloom doesn't send anyone smack dab into feral heat during the plague, it just means artemy runs around going increasingly insane about how bad he wants to take a nap with daniil while city man furiously has to resist his Deep Desire to put on one of artemy's sweaters and hiss at people who call him mean things. out of normal emotions. absolutely not for overwhelming domestic urges reasons.

[blindmagdalena]

Heeyy a bit of a self indulgent ask here but I had a phobia/trauma trigger today and it caused me to have a messy sobbing panic attack. Do you have anything on how Homelander would deal with his s/o having a panic attack like that? almost completely inconsolable. I know this is self serving and indulgent and I’m sorry for over sharing homelander is a comfort character for me and you write him exquisitely. If you’re not comfortable with this just ignore

Homelander was sixteen when he had his first panic attack. He'd flown further and faster away than he'd ever had the freedom to and collapsed in a dense woodland, sobbing and rocking his body against the cool forest floor.

He'd pulled his hair so hard it should have come loose, grit his teeth so tightly they should have cracked, and choked so badly on his own constricting throat that it should have caved in.

They didn't. He's invulnerable, after all. As solid as marble.

It was the first attack, but not the last.

That's how he recognizes it so quickly in you.

"Hey," he says, ears attuned to the rabbit-like pound of your heart. "Heyy, hey, it's okay. I'm right here, you see me? Hey." He's only just found you, he doesn't know yet what your trigger was, but he can ascertain that later.

Your staccato breaths and sharp sobs, the sea salt smell of tears streaking your cheeks, are nearly enough to rouse his own panic by proxy. He needs it to stop. He needs you to stop. He cares about you too much for you to scare him like this.

"Hey, you hear me?" He asks, cupping either side of your face. You can't answer through it. Your tongue is gnarled with panic and you're sobbing so hard he fears you'll choke yourself on it. He's not even sure you see him.

He takes you into his arms, one moving smoothly around your waist while the other cups the back of your head. He holds gently at first, grip gradually tightening, compressing your body against his in the hopes that the hammer of your heart will meet and match the steady beat of his own.

"Sssshhhhhhh," he shushes by your ear, lifting you just enough to keep you on your feet, but take from you the weight of your own body.

"I've got you. Whatever it is, it's okay. It's okay. I've got you. M'gonna take care of it, alright? Ssshh," he says, rocking you the same way he used to rock himself in the corner of the bad room, soothing himself with the thump of his own skull against those sterile white walls.

He knows it's working when you slip your arms around him in turn. He continues to hush you, whispering more honeyed assurances in your ear, the core sentiment always the same.

I'm here. You're safe. I love you.

It's everything he can think that he always wanted to hear in these moments of raw, horrifically human weakness.

Eventually, your breaths begin to even out, though your heart continues to thunder in his ears, still convinced that the danger hasn't yet vanished. He tries not to take that personally and scoops you up the rest of the way into his arms.

"That's it, just like that," he coos, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. "Breathe. Breathe. Good... Light as a feather now, okay? Like you can fly," he tells you, sharing the greatest comfort he's ever known. His only real escape has always been his weightlessness, the ability to shed gravity at will. He uses his strength in an attempt to share even a sliver of that sense of freedom with you.

Maybe it works, maybe it doesn't. All he knows is that your heart starts to slow alongside the flow of your tears. He kisses your wet cheeks, the bridge of your nose, your forehead. He whispers praise and love with each one, voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry," you choke out. He's appalled that would be your first instinct.

"Don't," he says firmly, though his voice is still low. "Don't. I can carry it for you. Carry you. What's the point of super strength otherwise?" He murmurs, a smile playing at the edges of his lips.

You almost smile back, and that's enough for him. He kisses the crease between your brows until it smooths, and the highs of your cheeks until the tears dry up, and your lips until they're ready to speak again.

He'll hold you for as long as it takes your body to realize the threat was only ever in your mind, and that there isn't a thing in this goddamn world he would ever let hurt you.

[tomwambsgans]

tom's expressions as he stares up at greg in the safe room in 2x4

[everypanelofizuku]

Chapter 96 - Home Visits

[smile-files]

as a jew, seeing what all of these israeli leaders have said is sickening. as a jew, anti-palestinian rhetoric is sickening. as a jew, zionism is sickening.

how dare my people -- a people who've been massacred, ethnically cleansed, dehumanized, forcibly removed, and discriminated on religious grounds for their entire existence -- do the same to another people? how dare we turn our backs on them, when they suffer like we have?

i understand that so much of us have been fed zionist propaganda our entire lives; the same happened to me. i understand the desire for a homeland where we don't have to fear antisemitism at every turn; i want that too. but it doesn't take much thought to understand that a homeland for us, which actively oppresses and kills another people, is antithetical to what we want.

if you, as a member of an oppressed group, believe that your freedom and safety can only exist when you oppress another group, you are acting no better than the people who oppressed you. such a belief is horrible, and cynical, and wrong.

as a jew, i want jewish people to be happy and safe and connected to our heritage; as a jew, i also want other peoples to be happy and safe and connected to their heritage.

don't call the palestinians "amalek". you are turning us into amalek.

doesn't the torah tell us to have empathy for those beaten down by the world? doesn't the torah tell us to make the world a better place? doesn't the torah tell us to free people of their shackles and help them escape oppression?

i have so many israeli aunts and uncles and cousins; i fear for their safety. of course, my parents do as well. i'm worried that this fear, in addition to anything they were led to believe earlier in life, is placing my parents even deeper in the zionist camp. but it doesn't have to be this way! my relatives' safety does not rely on the continued oppression of gaza!

it is easy to be uninformed, to be swayed by propaganda, to blindly hope that israel was founded in good faith -- but we can't lie to ourselves. a world steeped in senseless hatred (which we are now promoting!) could never be a home for us. none of us are free, liberated, equal, until all of us are.

as a jew, to other jews, i implore that we stand with our palestinian siblings. i want us all to be happy and safe. i want us all to live in harmony -- in the holy land and around the world. that is what we all deserve. <3

[coockie8]

It's so weird and funny to me when antis will be like "coping with taboo fiction is fine, but don't you understand you can't post it because people might get off to this!?!?"

Like what a stranger masturbates to is any of my business at all.

[teathattast]

So what you doing Monday?

Doing Tuesday?

What you doing every day for the rest of your life?

'Cause that's where I'll spend mine

°•☆•°♡°•☆•°

And just like that

We fell so fast

And I can't help it

And I don't want to

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

True confidence in your dog being a pushover is pissing them off until they snarl at you, then continuing to piss them off while kissing the snarl, inches from sharp teeth that could end you.

I enjoy making Riley angry and daring her to bite me.

As a puppy, when she WAS very bitey, I'd poke her cheek into her teeth so if she bit at my finger she got her own cheek first. She would pretend to gnaw on my finger and snarl really viciously but really she was lightly gumming her own cheek.

[aussietummytickler]

Sorry again for the lack of response times to peeps. And also the asks still in my inbox I haven't answered yet. I will get to them. I just need a bit.

March 15th, on my 29th birthday, I had to put my beautiful cat of 16 years down. She was 18. She lived a well loved life. I went with her to the vet. I stayed petting her, always by her side. She did not flinch when they shaved her leg, she did not flinch when the injection needle went in, and she passed painlessly and peacefully.

But my heart is absolutely aching. I can barely type this post through misty eyes. It's been 2 days, but I feel like I lost the biggest piece of my heart with her. I keep expecting to see her. I keep expecting to nearly trip over myself in the middle of the night going to the bathroom over her. I keep expecting to see her sunbaking on the front path to the house. I keep expecting her to see me when I come home from work to look up at me, meow, then flop on her side for belly rubs. One more cuddle. One more rest on my lap. One more sleep on my bed. One more snuggle under the covers. But she's over the rainbow bridge now. I had a moment when I got home after the vet. A good, long moment. But I still feel I haven't felt it all the way through. Grief is an immense and heavy weight to feel. To others she is just a cat. To me she is family. I got her when I was 12, and she died on my 29th birthday. She was with me throughout the entirety of my teenage years, and was a part of every year of my 20s. I'll be getting her pawprints tattooed on me this coming Thursday.

It's just too quiet without her. I miss her jingling bell on her collar. I miss her licks/kisses. I miss her cuddles. I miss *her*.

A big piece of my heart, died on my 29th birthday.

This past month can go and absolutely fuck itself.

I don't know when I'll be back. I'll try to be responsive in messages as best I can, when I can. But please don't take offence if I take while. I need time. I need to mourn. I need to grieve. Catharsis.

Please, if you have a pet, hug them a little tighter today.

Vale, Sooty. My darlin'. My baby. My love. My heart.

2006-March 15th, 2024.

This world is a lot darker without you in it. 🖤

[bilesproblems]

So about the people asking me if they can be a lesbian: I'm not the gatekeeper of the lesbian label or the mspec lesbian community. I don't get to decide who's allowed and who's not. I'm an unemployed autistic 18 year old with a tumblr blog who sits on her phone all day. I don't want to be given the power to decide who can and can't be a lesbian. I do understand wanting someone to validate you and your identity - that's why I give it to people when they ask. Because that's a normal thing to want, you want someone to tell you that it's okay and makes sense if you're doubting yourself. But while I can do that for people, you are allowed to identify as a lesbian with or without my permission. You don't need anyone's permission for that matter, you only need your own. I am not a high authority on mspec lesbians just because I made a themed tumblr side blog and people found me entertaining or helpful. Anyone can do that.

I'm not mad at anyone - I hope I don't come across that way - because I do understand. But the place I'm at in my inclusionism doesn't include needing permission to identify as a lesbian, or not being allowed to identify as you wish, and it would go against my stances there to just give permission without making it clear that my permission isn't necessary. I'm flattered that you guys think of me highly enough to value my opinion, but I am still just a teen with a tumblr. I have made a joke poll about being the "ceo of bi lesbianism" but I would rather take that silly title as meaning I can give good information about the community and people in it, doing my best to represent everyone when I make arguments even when I don't experience everything the same way. I want that to mean I'm a safe place for people to go to feel validated and share struggles and connect with the community. I don't want it to mean that I check everyone at the door to make sure they're valid. What makes me so special that I get to decide? I mean I value my opinion over an exclusionist's because I have more knowledge and I'm not a reactionary but I still don't believe anyone has the right to decide who gets to be a lesbian, not even me. A core principle of being an inclusionist, is that everyone has a right to self identification, and "validity" is bullshit. Me deciding if someone can or can't be a lesbian isn't much better than an exclus deciding it, regardless of if we give different answers or not. It would still be practicing gatekeeping to get to choose.

If people in the future want to ask me for validation on their identity, consider alternate wording! You can ask "hey Lun, do you think it makes sense for me to identify as a lesbian?" You can ask "I'm considering identifying as a lesbian. [x experience here.] What do you think?" You can ask "hey red this is my experience. If you had this experience do you think you would call yourself a lesbian too?" You can ask "can you give me some validation on my identity please?" That's all fine. Those keep it to just my opinions and thoughts, but aren't permission. You can tell me you're going to identify as a lesbian because it's your favorite pride flag and I might think that's a strange reason to identify as a lesbian, and if you ask my opinion I'll probably say as such, but I'm not going to assume authority to say you CANNOT identify as a lesbian because I think the reason is weird. It's just not my place to decide. My place is just to make people feel accepted, safe, and happy, and to spread good information to people seeking it.

[tsenya]

briefly coming back before finals to say rip bozo to the healthcare CEO who made his money off of killing people by denying them healthcare. sucks to suck!

[sol-consort]

something about being in an online game makes you want to personally give every tank player who's ever lived a kiss on the lips

[neon-dreamboy]

Is it truly a narcissistic high to feel confident about it, if you're just objectively better at something than someone?

Like lets be honest here.. sometimes the confidence is just fucking deserved

[juliareed]

Sing, sing, won't you sing for me? Beast in your belly, you've got to let it breathe Breathe for me

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

this isn't about witchcraft but I don't even care, I just found out my special interest game is getting an update today in like five hours and somehow I missed that memo???? I was burnt out so I wasn't paying attention and now I'm hearing that we're getting a new main quest, specifically the quest in which the formula is "this one guy shows up, drops the biggest lore bomb, and then leaves."

needless to say I am FROTHING AT THE MOUTH no one's gonna hear from me for like a month on my main (/j) it's all gonna be my alt's sideblog (yes I have three Tumblr blogs, shhh) screaming about this nonstop. because I'm one of those players who doesn't ever actually play the game but will never shut up about the worldbuilding and ✨LORE✨ and we're getting a quest that will, most likely, once again shift the entire perspective of the world a little to the left.