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#“i know what you are”
splashthecar · 24 days
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WHAT
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anon-maly · 1 month
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Summer Camp
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the-cooler-sidestep · 3 months
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Y'all arent ready for my chargestep Bella/Edward parallels allegations
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silversiren1101 · 9 months
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💎💎💎 but I think I'll be finding out soon anyway lmao so no pressure
[Going to anyway! Muahahaha!]
Siavash
At the mention of Siavash's name, a hand reaches up and pinches the bridge of her nose. It still can't hide the affectionate grin behind it, though.
"Oh, Sia. Touched by Elysium in nearly every way and it shows; for better and for worse. All play and no work, because even the work he does do ends up becoming play in some way for him! He's an excellent bard, but his tutoring does leave a little to be desired. It comes so naturally to him and he hardly knows the meaning of hard-work that he sometimes just... forgets I can't magically copy whatever he just did. He's never condescending or anything about it, don't get me wrong. Just a little awkward sometimes."
"As for outside of lessons, well--", she rolls her eyes, "--cleaning up his messes could be a full-time job around here, honestly. The tavern is a mess after his performances, and the pranks and games? All fun, yeah, but I don't think he understands that you need to take responsibility for the aftermath... I don't think he understands taking responsibility for one's consequences all that much, actually now that I think about it."
She coughs awkwardly. "Still, you'd be hard pressed to find a genuinely kinder and friendlier soul around. Gods forbid he take anything seriously for once, though. If you ask me, it's because he's hiding something--something that keeps him from actually connecting to most anyone on a deeper level and acknowledging the very real darkness around him in the world. I recognize a part of myself in him that way. The facade of sunshine and rainbows and flowers is as much a wall to protect himself as it is to make the people around him feel better and brighter. I have no idea what's eating him up inside or what he went through, but I'm pretty sure he's on to me as well."
She chuckles wearily.
"Can't wait for that tutoring session that'll be our first mutual therapy. It's inevitable, honestly."
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tiredandjaded · 7 months
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cardinal truths
“What did she look like?” 
Eustace must have been feeling sentimental that day—while reshelving old books, she had brought up Catherine of her own accord. I had already finished my meager chronicle of yesterday’s events, and had mostly just been taking in the cozy atmosphere of the library, but I didn’t want to spoil the tentative peace Eustace and I had enjoyed for the past few days. And, well—I wanted to know more about Catherine, too. Even if some of the things the sisters said about her were hard to believe. 
She had been partway through recounting an old argument between the two of them, a look of wry fondness on her face—something about how literally a certain passage should be taken—when I had interrupted her. 
“Catherine?” Eustace asked, though there was no one else I could have meant. “Right, I guess you couldn’t know.” The remark stung, as they always did, but I had no room to protest here; even if my conversations with Catherine weren’t a secret, I never would have seen her face. I masked over the twinge of pain and waited for her to continue, wary of breaking the prickly sacrist out of her unusually forthcoming mood.
“Well… she was beautiful, I suppose,” Eustace began. “A regular Helen of Troy, if you believed the stories she told from before she joined us.” 
I frowned. 
“I know that,” I said, unsatisfied. “I meant—” 
“How?” Eustace cut me off rudely. I opened my mouth to protest, but she wasn’t done. “You couldn’t possibly have seen her face, even if she ever went to your cell.” 
“Well, I…” I trailed off, feeling rather foolish. She was right: I had no clue what Catherine looked like. She could have been as unsightly as I was, or worse; but even as I thought that, I rejected it out of hand. Of course Catherine was beautiful, she was… she was Catherine. The way she carried herself—except, I couldn’t have known that, either. All I had, all I’d ever had, was her voice.
And yet, I knew it, as surely as I could point to north without seeing the sky: Catherine was—had been—beautiful. 
“Katherine told me,” I finished lamely. “The, um, second.” 
Eustace fixed me with an inscrutable look, her eyes piercing me through her glasses. I felt my face heat up, unsure what she was reading from my response. I was right, wasn’t I? How frustrating it was being outside my cell—I had been fully literate as long as I could remember, even priding myself on my vocabulary, only to learn that there was an entire language of expression I had no knowledge of. Margaret and Katherine were the most versed in it, managing to fit entire conversations in a lingering glance, but as usual, everyone but me seemed to have a working grasp. Something told me that saying anything more would just be digging my own grave, though I hadn’t the slightest clue what Eustace was seeing in my fumbled excuse. After an agonizing few seconds, Eustace pushed up her glasses, apparently satisfied. 
“...Anyhow,” she said, continuing as if to ignore the interruption entirely.
“Hold on,” I protested. “What was that?” I was certain the answer would only leave me feeling more foolish, but in that moment, not knowing whatever judgment Eustace had just passed on me seemed unbearable. Did she suspect I’d spoken with Catherine? Or worse, that I’d left my cell before? 
“Nothing, Hedwig. Just thinking.” Her flat look told me I would get no further, and that I’d be pushing my luck to try. “Now, do you want me to tell you what she looked like or not?” 
I wanted to argue, to demand an explanation for that strange look. Instead, I shelved my indignation for later. Once she had decided not to talk about something, there was no getting Eustace to open up. 
And besides… I really did want to know. If I would never see her face, I could at least hear Catherine described by someone who cared about her, in her own way. 
“Let’s see… she was a fair bit taller than you, I’d say…” 
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bonesandthebees · 29 days
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one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method
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butchfalin · 5 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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just-spacetrash · 3 months
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the 'what if you played it a little risky' post literally Changed my life but i cant fujkign find it in my blog because its. a tiktok screenshot
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eosofspades · 9 months
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i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues
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greykolla-art · 2 months
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My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚
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fleshadept · 3 months
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looking at (vetted) gofundmes for people trying to escape palestine and i don't know how many of you actually click on the gofundme links you reblog but i would like to point out, for what it's worth, just how amazing it is that so many have raised so much money. it may overall feel like a drop in the ocean but the fact that several gofundmes have raised tens of thousands of dollars is amazing. it is so expensive to leave gaza right now, and people still need money after they escape. but regardless of what propaganda the US, UK, canada, and other western nations are trying to pump out, people across the world are doing what they can to help these people survive. many of them are still very far from their goals (like this one and this one and this one) and some of them are very close to high goals (like this one), and some of them have reached almost double their original goal.
and that's not even addressing direct aid or organizations that take continuous donations for distribution of food, menstrual products, etc. the PCRF has raised $16,000,000 of their target goal of $20,000,000 to fund current aid and long-term relief efforts in gaza. ANERA's febuary 13th update discusses the material ways they helped palestinians today:
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(ANERA donate link)
my point is, it often feels like the world is turning a blind eye to palestine. but i would like to point out that there is an important difference between "the world" and "western political leaders and media narratives". a breathtaking amount of real people, the people who make up the world, are trying to help. in the face of israel attempting to commit genocide, the world is saying No. These people deserve to live. and literally sending millions of dollars internationally, through the internet connection that israel has desperately been trying to destroy.
it may not feel like it matters in the grand scheme of things. but to the people who get fresh clothes, or a hot meal, or blankets, or the kids who get new toys, or to the people who are able to bring their families to safety, it matters to them. go make someone's day better. i've linked so many options with ways to do that.
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romansmartini · 3 months
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hey guys if you’re planning on making a vaguepost on the dashboard can you message me with the details and some of the lore behind the vague post you’re making. a vaguepost for the dash and a detailedpost for me. because i like to know what’s going on. if you do this i will automatically take your side because you’ve done the right thing by letting me know what’s up. thanks in advance ❤️
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wearenotjustnumbers2 · 4 months
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Yesterday marked the 100th day of genocide. Please, do not get used to this. Our people, killed, bombed, kidnapped, stripped, executed and starved is not normal. Our kids in pieces, their body parts collected in bags is not normal.
Israel has killed 23,700 human. More than 10,300 child. We'd need 177 school bus to carry the Palestinian children killed by Israel in gaza. 10,022 fatherless child. 8,352 motherless child. The wounded have their wounds rot and die waiting in front of the crossing. Maggots seen inside alive people's wounds. 5,500 pregnant woman will give birth in the upcoming weeks. 100 Days of Genocide. 100 Days of the world watching silently.
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cognitiveinequality · 6 months
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So... a bunch of NFT grifters threw a party in Hong Kong this weekend and reportedly a bunch of attendees are now at risk of permanent eyesight damage because the promoters used unsafe lighting, and people are going to the ER...
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sing-you-fools · 8 months
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me: this is a background character who's in one scene, has two lines, and is completely irrelevant to the rest of the story. i am going to stop obsessing over what to name him and use the random name generator on behindthename.com. i am going to accept the first thing it gives me and move the fuck on.
behindthename.com:
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