#DO IT FOR ME!!!

[tunastime]

Close to the Heart

Mornings are made for reflection. Mornings are also made for sleeping in. Tired, but unable to shut his eyes, Tom does only one of those, it seems. or, in a little slice of a world far from the one he came from, Tom finds comfort in silence, and comfort in the two people he cares about the most.

some bangarry in honor of the yogship bracket (and because someone (@shepscapades) decided to throw me into the deep-end of yogscast and i had to learn how to swim) <3 it's been an honor to get to learn them, and there might be more where this came from :3c

(words: 3701)

(read it on ao3!)

There was something in the silence that was good. It wasn't true silence—or it was never just silence. There was always something else there, something to add warmth to the stillness of sound—or the near stillness of it. Something to add itself to the quiet, which didn't make it no longer quiet. Just less quiet. A tick above the pitch of silence. He remembers what true silence feels like. Space is true silence, when the engines quiet and the shuttle drifts through lightless-ness, suspended in the absence of gravity. Hallways are silent, and so are test chambers, chambers turned rooms, turned into holding cells, still quiet, even with the dull hum-buzz of electric lightning or air conditioning. It became its own sort of claustrophobic silence, but not like the silence of nighttime. That wasn't quiet at all, and it's just now he liked it. The silence was full of small noise, not enough to breach, but enough to be noticed. Like now, as a warm, comfortable, safe body next to him shifts a little closer, presses their face a little harder against the soft outside of his arm. The sigh that emits is sleepy and full sounding, breathing out over the crest of his shoulder with a small huff. 

Ben keeps himself close, but sprawled out, taking up as much of his side of the bed as he can. His body is half turned toward Tom, half, like his opposite shoulder, up, like he had started to turn but didn't get that far. He breathes soundly against his shoulder, warm and even. Who would've thought that the sound of breathing, of sniffling, of snoring, would be such a comfort. 

To his other side, his right, another rests, curled away. His back fits into the space of his side, each notch of his spine perfectly fitting to the curve of him. His arm is trapped against the mattress, pinned under the slot of Harry's neck. Harry's hand clasps firmly, even in sleep, even as he's curled himself tightly over one knee, brought to his chest, even as his face contorts into a frown as he sleeps, over his wrist. Harry's breathing tickles the inside of his arm, but he can faintly feel his pulse against the space right before his elbow. 

Despite being effectively pinned in place, there's something of a comfort to it, to the others finding safety in his presence. He finds ease in the way Ben sprawls into him and the way Harry uncurls himself just a bit when he's tucked close. The way Ben leans his tired weight into his shoulder and the way that Harry's sleepy fingers trace out the palm of his hand, down to the fingertip. It's not morning just yet, but there's a dull, blue-grey light filtering in through the window. He'll take the dregs of sleep where he can get them. And he does. 

When he finally wakes, the pins and needles have gone from his arm, and there's a new, comfortable weight over him. He blinks, taking in the warm light of the morning as it cuts through the door to the porch. He can see the crown of Harry's head, the hair brushed away from his face. He's still perfectly tucked into Tom's side, but rests with his head against his shoulder. His hand winds around Tom's—he can feel Harry trace out his knuckles even as he stirs awake. Ben is facedown, arm strewn across Tom's chest. His hand curls against Harry's shoulder blade, as if he had spent time tracing the bone out under his hand. Tom squeezes the fingers he manages to catch in his hand, listening to the noise of protest that Harry makes as he's interrupted in his tracing. When he returns to it, feather-light against his skin, he's watching the pricks of light form. 

Tom cranes his neck, pressing his face into Harry's hair, and he smells a bit like sawdust. Something in his chest squeezes unbearably tight around his heart and he breathes out into Harry’s hair to try and loosen it. Instead he gets a tired laugh that peters out into a hum. 

After a moment of lying there, Harry drags himself up, dislodging himself from where he had tucked himself close to Tom. He rolls, leaning on one elbow, still wedged between Tom’s side and his arm, but propped up, now. He smiles tiredly at Tom, his half-lidded eyes just a touch far away. He doesn’t say anything, but his expression carries a weight of its own. 

Tom’s hand finds the smooth shape of the crook of his elbow, settling his palm there, thumb tracing the inside of his arm. The smile on Harry’s face grows, until he’s laughing under his breath, his shoulders shaking. 

“Gettin’ sentimental in your old age, Tom?” Harry mumbles. Tom can’t argue—he scrunches his face up, and Harry laughs again. Tom watches, a bit absentmindedly, a bit self-indulgently, the line of his neck as Harry swallows down the last bit of a laugh, and as Harry furrows his eyebrows just a little, as if to ask some ludicrous question that he won’t say. Tom’s hand drags up his arm, skips over his shoulder. It finds the back of his neck, fingers twisting in his dark hair. 

It’s Harry who leans first, closing the space between them until there’s barely an inch that isn’t touching. He presses their lips together, and though it’s gentle, it’s anything but hesitant. He kisses him the way he does most things, with conviction, and want, and will, and not wholly unconfident in himself but certainly the smallest bit shy, despite the aforementioned conviction and want and will. Harry runs his hand up Tom’s arm, and though nobody sees, he feels his skin prickle with energy, and he stamps down a laugh in his throat at the last second. He’s good at that—holding back a big, giddy wave of laughter until he can really let it out, so he won’t ruin such a lovely moment. 

Harry smiles first, and when Tom feels it, when he tries to not kiss his teeth, when he finally pulls back to see, it feels like the world's most addicting punch to the gut. His eyes are half-open again when Tom finally gets a good look at him, a smile still tugging at his mouth. Tom traces his thumb down the side of his jaw, where it meets his ear. 

From beside Tom, after a moment, comes a small noise of protest. When he looks over, Ben is blinking back sleep, a frown curving his mouth down. His eyebrows are furrowed together, making a crease that Tom nearly reaches over to smooth out. He instead curls his arm around Ben’s shoulders, running his hand up his spine and over the back of his neck. His fingers comb through the hair at the base of his skull.

At the same time, Harry leans over Tom’s chest, stretching out and over to plant a dramatic kiss to the side of Ben’s head. He lingers there, forehead pressed to Ben’s temple as Ben startles, a laugh bubbling up through his chest. 

“That’s more like it,” Ben says, laugh petering out as he speaks. It still lingers in the way he smiles as he leans back against Harry for a moment. Harry scoffs, and though his eye-roll isn’t visible, Tom can put his money on it being implied. He doesn’t say anything, though, and Ben seems to bask in the moment of contact, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. As Ben leans away from him, Harry buries his face in the side of Tom’s neck, letting out a profound sigh. Ben leans as much as Tom pulls him forward to kiss him properly. 

There’s something different about kissing him, something that feels like he’s always waited so long to do, something that feels like tying a loose end. He smooths his fingers down the back of his neck, as if he were feeling out the spaces of Ben’s spine. It feels safe, it feels secure, and it feels a little like Ben’s elbow is digging into his ribcage and feels a bit like the shiver Ben shakes out when Tom’s hand brushes the side of his neck, but mostly, it feels like love. And a lot of it. 

Ben mumbles something as he kisses the side of Tom’s mouth. Tom hums, but only gets halfway through his question before Ben laughs. When Ben pulls away, he stays with his forehead pressed to Tom’s. A smile plays on his face as he looks at him, and it must be something about the light of the room or how close he is, enough that their noses bump together, that makes him look so much younger. Maybe his features blur together, or maybe Tom’s eyes just really aren’t that good without his glasses, but he finds the breath too stuck in his throat to let out.

Ben laughs again, and for a moment, Tom feels everything settle around him, everything adjusts into place, like the world isn’t weird and like they aren’t stressed and tired. It’s good, it’s better than good, it’s sweet and safe and secure. Ben’s laugh fills a space previously cold in his chest like he’s pressed himself into that space. Tom squeezes the back of his neck, letting his eyes shut for a moment, a precious second in time, where it seems to stand still. 

From the column of his neck, Harry laughs warmly. Ben draws back from Tom after a moment, shifting so his elbow isn’t pressing into his sternum. He makes a questioning noise, reminiscent of a scoff, just something small and breathy in his chest as Tom’s hand lingers on his neck. Tom watches as Ben looks down his neck, away from the spread of gold freckles over his cheeks, away from him, and to Harry, breathing warmly into his neck. Tom runs his fingers over Harry’s back, following the dip of his spine. Though Ben’s arm doesn’t come back to Tom’s chest, he does lean, planting a hand behind Harry. Tom watches him lean forward, feels him settle his weight against his side, and sees as he quickly kisses the high of Harry’s shoulder. From his neck, where he can’t see him, Tom hears Harry make a startled noise. He turns his head; Tom feels him press a little closer before he peels away with a tangible reluctance. He sits up, scrubbing at his eyes, pushing his hair away from his face. Ben shuffles back. The smile on his face is entirely directed at the tired, confused look Harry is shooting back at him. Tom splays his fingers over the small of Harry’s back as it smooths down his spine. Ben’s hand still holds his. With his other hand, he reaches out to Harry, hand cupping his cheek. Harry’s face doesn’t change, even as Ben coos at him, even as he leans forward to kiss the bridge of his nose. Harry startles with what sounds almost like a chuff, jerking back, held still only by the hand on the base of his spine. Ben laughs. Harry tips his face into his hand, grumbling like he’s cursing, until Ben leans forward to kiss him square on the mouth.

Tom visibly sees Harry tense and relax, hand reaching across Tom to latch onto Ben’s shoulder. He spiders his way across it, smoothing his thumb over the fabric. Tom feels Ben squeeze his hand. He runs his thumb over the ridges of his knuckles, and when Ben pulls away from Harry, turning to glance at him, he grins. His face is flushed across his cheeks, pink at the tip of his nose, and Harry’s no better. He’s worse, even, leaning into Ben’s temple, hand falling to the inside of Ben’s elbow. Ben laughs a little, leaning back into him as much as he can. Tom drags his hand over the small dip of Harry’s back. He wonders, just for a moment, what exactly he might be thinking, what all this might be like for him. Ben kisses between his eyes again, his cheek, pulling a face as Harry squirms away from him. 

Harry lies back down, draping himself over Tom’s stomach, groaning in protest. Tom runs his hand absently over his back as he tries to hold in a quiet laugh, to keep Harry comfortable where he lies. Ben sighs, tsks, face morphing as he looks over at Tom, softening around his eyes, mouth curving into a frown—and a pitying one at that. He runs his hand over the back of Harry’s head, burying it in his hair. Harry makes a tired noise in response, but doesn’t lift his head.

“Right,” Ben laughs. “Okay.”

“Legs aren’t working,” Harry says, muffled from where he lies face down.

“Not working?” Tom asks.

“Nope. Ben’ll have to carry me.”

“Wha—” Ben snorts, leaning back a bit on his free hand. “And why’s that?”

“You took him out, Ben!” Tom starts, hand pausing on the center of his back. Harry interrupts with a drawn out, tired noise. Tom resumes his tracing. Ben meets his eye, looking between him and Harry laid out across him.

“Did not—!”

“Fucks sake,” Harry drawls, drawing out the vowels. Ben shakes his head.

“I am not carrying you, Harry.”

Tom laughs again. It shakes Harry from where he rests, but doesn’t seem to draw any complaints from him. Smoothing the flat of his palm against the center of his back, Tom shifts to sit up. Harry doesn’t sit with him, but instead falls from sternum to stomach to lap, until he’s draped himself over his knees. Harry’s hand shoots out, searching blindly in front of him as he lies over Tom’s legs, trying to find any point of contact with Ben in front of him. He’s unsuccessful, though, as Ben worms back out of reach, giggling to himself. Tom takes up the task of raking his fingers through Harry’s hair, feeling him sag as he relaxes again. In about thirty minutes, Tom won’t be able to do this anymore—Harry’ll be back to his usual self, much less pliant and much more annoying. Tom’s heart swells with affection. Ben glances over from where he stands at the bedside. He sweeps his arms over his head, eyes screwing shut as he stretches, bends this way and that to work out the kinks in his spine. He raises an eyebrow as he settles, glancing down at Harry. Tom shrugs.

“Mrgh,” Harry complains, barely a word at all. Tom snorts.

“Yeah?”

“Mm.”

Sighing, Tom prods Harry’s ribs. Harry jolts, squirming away from the ticklish spot and further off Tom’s legs. He lies partially across his side of the bed, eyes half open, looking almost defeated alongside the pathetic, fake sob he whines out. As Tom stretches, climbing off the side of the bed, his eyes follow.

After a moment of standing at the bedside, Tom sighs, low and deep in his chest. He shuffles over to the opposite side. There, he meets one of the cats, still dozing on Harry’s cold pillow, and Harry’s shin, as his legs are thrown across his side of the bed. He gives it a firm pat before he stands there, arms open.

Harry squints up at him.

“What?”

“Come on.”

“Seriously?” Harry says, suddenly a touch more alert than he was previously. He sits up on his elbows.

“You wanted to,” Tom prompts.

“Well, I didn’t mean it,” Harry backpedals. The pale stretch of skin up his neck is turning pink.

“So you don’t want me to,” Tom asks, drawing back. His hands sit between them, half open, half welcoming him forward and half pulling away. A lazy smile worms onto his face, eyebrows raised expectantly. A floaty, fuzzy feeling roots around in his chest, in the pit of his stomach, watching the uncharacteristic flush grow on Harry’s face. Ben leans against the banister of the stairs, watching with his chin in his hand. Harry shoots him an icy look, but the expression melts as soon as it freezes. Looking back to Tom, he deflates.

“Auww, fuck,” he sighs, scrunching up his face. If Tom has any less common sense he might be tempted to call it a pout. “I didn’t say that…”

Tom holds out his arms, waving him over. With a start, Harry wades over through the rumpled comforters, his initial surprise shifting into something much more self-satisfied as he meets Tom. Tom scoops him into his arms, feeling Harry hook both of his arms around his neck. One of Tom’s hands curls around his hip, Harry’s back resting in the crook of his arm, where the other rests under his knees. Harry leans his forehead against his temple, slouching to nose at his cheek, humming something about how he didn’t have to, but that soon morphs into how he always takes such good care of him, that it’s the best, or maybe that he's the best. Tom tries to crane his neck to plant a kiss on any open spot he can, but finds none as Harry jerks away from him, pressing his face to his shoulder, twisting himself in his arms. Tom laughs again, and so does Ben from the banister as Tom wanders over.

“Proud of yourself?” Ben asks, affection flooding his voice, despite the roll of his eyes. He runs his hand over Harry’s knee and down to his ankle, giving it a squeeze before letting go. 

“Maybe,” Harry says from where his face is buried. He lifts it for a moment to presumably glare at Ben, but his voice sounds too full of a smile to really mean anything. “Fuck off.”

Ben sticks his tongue out.

“Please, boys,” Tom starts. Harry grumbles, cutting him off as he tries to make his home in the side of Tom’s neck a little more comfortable. Tom shifts him in his arms as he wanders to the stairs. “You’re both unbelievable.” 

Ben laughs at the same time that Harry huffs. Neither of them are particularly heavy. Well, Harry isn’t heavy, he’s just awkward and tall, and Ben isn’t heavy, he just goes completely dead-weight, and there’s no way Tom could carry either of them much more than twenty minutes without needing to switch how he was lifting. He wasn’t exactly made to carry anyone. He puts the thought aside for now, as much as it makes him laugh to entertain the thought of lifting them both.

“Ben,” he says, leaning his head to him. “You mind putting the kettle on?”

“On it,” Ben says. The infectious smile that lingers on his face is back, and he must shoot one at Harry, too, because Tom feels him sigh against his neck, feels him get a little heavier. He soothes his thumb over the divot of his hip, finding a strip of exposed skin. He’s still sleep-warm, clinging to Tom’s neck, dozing off again most likely. Tom takes the stairs slowly, making sure not to jostle him too much.

As he reaches the final step, he moves them both toward the kitchen table. Ben’s already at the stove-top, putting a kettle with chipping paint on the stove, alongside a tin coffee pot. With his foot, Tom pulls out one of the chairs, sinking to set Harry into it. Harry goes, a touch unwillingly, leaning back until his legs stretch out under the table. He sighs. 

“Normally you’re the sleepy one, Tom. You’ve gone and rubbed off on me, what the fuck.”

“Not my fault you came in late last night,” Tom argues. He takes down three mugs, lining them up on the counter beside the stove. Ben nods his thanks. “That’s on you.”

Harry scuffs, sighing, but leaves it at that.

Tom lingers at Ben’s side as he starts breakfast. They work in tandem, as if tethered, Tom watching Ben’s hands move as he slices bread, as he finds the tin of sugar, as he searches for a spoon that Tom hands him instead. He laughs, scrunching up his nose, and Tom smiles, warm and full. He leans into him after a second, as Ben lifts the kettle off the stove and leans back into him, laughing low and to himself. Tom kisses the side of his head. His chest feels full up through his lungs with affection, and his body tired and heavy with it, too—though he would put money on it being sleep that still lingered behind it all. From the kitchen table, he hears Harry hum to himself. Tom glances over from where he rests against Ben’s shoulder.

“Look at you two lovebirds,” he says, leaning on his hand. His mouth curves into a smile when Tom meets his eye. Though Ben declines to comment, aside from a soft huff that only Tom catches, Tom sighs, a touch dramatically, against Ben’s cheek, earning another laugh from Ben in his direction. 

The rest of the morning moves in relative silence, as it often does. Aside from the playfulness, and the genuineness that hides behind it, most of their language is in silence, like it often was. Ben pours two cups of tea, adds sugar to black coffee. Tom sets a cup of coffee in front of Harry and leans to kiss the side of his head. From his spot at the table, Harry flushes, even now, even after so much time of being kissed, being held, and being loved. It always seemed to catch him a little by surprise, even with his bravado. Ben passes Tom a cup of tea, keeping it warm in the cradle of his hands. Tom smiles, as he often does, more often than not, as he takes it, sitting across from Harry at the table. And finally, Ben joins them, poking Tom’s shin with his foot, shutting his eyes as he takes a long sip of hot tea. They wait for the toaster, they sit in silence and drink, and they glance through the ice crusted on the window. Inside is warm, safe, and loved. Inside is home. Inside is where Tom keeps a special sort of silence close to the heart, where it belongs, and where it can settle, understood.

#outcast trio #bangarry #bedgar #angory tom #hrrybrry #yogscast #yogslash #yogshipping #mcyt #text #fics #mcyt fic #yogscast ship bracket #HEHEHEHHEHEHEH okay im so sorry im like kind of in love with them #i kNOW this isn't regular content from me but hear me out. HEAR ME OUT GUYS PLEASE HEAR ME OUT #blame shep and myke ngl #the sillays that enabled me and continue to enable me #this is yogship bracket propaganda. vote bangarry #VOTE BANGOR #DO IT FOR ME!!! #shep if you see this ilysm #the rest of you. you're cool ig /ily

[im-a-chunky-potato]

Potato. Grips your shoulders. Potato I can’t capture this man’s glorious greasy ass hair I’m struggling so hard Potato this drawing has taken me a day

MY GUY IM NOT AN ARTIST WHAT YOU EXPECT ME TO DO OR SAY TO HELP

But uhhh I will probably simp for this man no matter what if that's any comfort🙏 and I wish you the best of luck ALSO TAKE A BREAK AND HAVE SOME FOOD/WATER IF YOU HAVENT TODAY

#Do it for me!!! #Hsgshhshs but I'm sure you'll figure it out soon #And sorry to hear it's taking do long? Is it the shape or something?

[butchfalin]

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

[stuckinapril]

are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me

#do you get me

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

#i love reading your examples! however next person to be like um actually this exists?? it’s on sight #i know it exists. i think it’s fun. that’s why i think more people should do it. #sometimes i think the confessional style loses impact because everything has to be excavated from the depths of the soul #and somehow. confessional writing seems to be going with the most disaffected bland sound possible. odd. #i love deeply personal songs! i love when songs sound like they mean something to the artist! #something something wider issue of mining trauma and being performatively vulnerable for quote unquote content #idk i don’t have the actual knowledge to write about this well there’s just something not landing for me recently #mine

[cadaverkeys]

You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).

Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.

#rambles #if you are a person who is into delicate skills #like lacemaking or printing or sewing #you will know fair well just how non expansive the knowledge online is in comparison to written guides from like the 50s #there was a time where at least one person in the household had to know a constructive skill #but in the modern day there is just less ans less demands for comprehensive guides #library propaganda #im stuck doing an essay rn but bc i have covid i cant go to the library and its totally fucked me #i want to source a lot of the stuff i read irl but i just cant go and get it and theres no online ver

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

#ramble #if you say unalive in front of me i will personally kill you with my hands #you just can't muffle and censor and hold someone's hand through some things #some things are horrible. and they should be spoken aloud and they should upset you. because they are horrible #the second we started kidzbopifying the world was the end of taking anything seriously i think #i'm not even joking i've spoken to people older than me who won't even say the world sex #this isn't the playground you're not going to get in trouble just let us say the word!!!!!! #how am i supposed to listen to you when you won't even say the thing you're supposed to be talking about #yes this is the fault of the platforms with their censorship rules but the fact that we all just go along with it like it's not dystopian #you do know it doesn't stop with cursing right. people are already having to censor queer terms because they get flagged as inappropriate

[secondbeatsongs]

somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me

#personal #sbs rambles #eta: the people tagging this with leverage are correct by the way #love that show so much #hug for morale! #but that's not what started me doing this I think #hmmm

[dendrochronologies]

maya angelou saying the funniest thing anyone has ever said about editing, which i can never let myself forget EVER AGAIN [x]

#OK. YOU'RE RIGHT. SO WHAT? DON'T EVER MENTION THIS TO ME AGAIN. IF YOU DO I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN. #i used to think about this interview all the tiiiiime i can't believe i let myself lose track of it!!!!!!! #maya angelou #FAVE #editing #*r #god i've read this a thousand times and i still laugh every time it's so GOOD #'OK. YOU'RE RIGHT. SO WHAT. DON'T EVER MENTION THIS TO ME AGAIN' #notifications are off for this besties 💗 #i will eventually turn reblogs back on but 20k notes overnight was a little too much pls slow down ✋️ #also pls do not follow me unless you are desperately in love with me. i can't make silly little personal posts with so many of you here!!!!

[ursulaklegay]

its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%

#as a writer every time someone dms me saying thank you for what you do its like no THANK YOU for reading it and telling me #writing #art

[visenyaism]

seven years ago in the name of tolerating free speech from all political perspectives my nasty ass evil university let an army of tiki torch wielding nazis shouting jews will not replace us march through grounds threatening the lives of students and community members with zero police presence. and today they retroactively changed campus policy around tents so they could send in the cops to bust up the gaza memorial vigil. genuinely fucking stomach turning

#admin and the cops do not give a fuck about protecting jewish students and they know it #worth saying that most of the activists in charlottesville who organized against unite the right are now pretty overwhelmingly pro-palestin #because i see a lot of people comparing the protests to unite the right which is. well it feels crazy to me #cw antisemitism

[dovesick]

endless night

#animal art #animal comic #penguin art #comic art #artists on tumblr #just a comic about emperor penguins #(they are emperor penguins but yellow didn’t go with the colour scheme loool) #(i tried to make it work just trust me lol) #i keep forgetting to upload here woops #sometimes i don’t wanna draw anthros #i’ve been wanting to experiment again #i have a couple pieces planned #but i also wanna do more horror #rlyyyyy hard to decide lmaoooo

[merrigel]

Everybody do the wenis!

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#artists on tumblr #animation #dropout #game changer #sam reich #ify nwadiwe #mike trapp #siobhan thompson #pic #couldn't help myself from doodling this up #I am a very serious animator yes #thought about doing more frames but the like. club penguin energy really delighted me LMAO #fanart #yes? yes #for sure lmao

[mybreadsmybutters]

when i was a kid i wanted to be a famous youtuber like dan and phil so that people would gay ship me with my irl best friend and we would be sooo weirded out by it and laugh and make videos joking about it but secretly it would make her realize her repressed gay crush on me and i'd help her through her gay crisis and then we would have a sickeningly sweet sappy romance and read fanfiction about ourselves together... anyways just found out she's married to a guy in the mafia now so i probably don't have a chance

#dan and phil fanfiction changed me #come into my lady door #and teen me saw that and went “i need to be that so fuckan bad” #i wanted to be dan but now that im a mature adult i understand that phil is better. phil guy 5ever nowadays #do i tag this as dan and phil. i still dont know tumblr site tagging norms and im like a year in now #dan and phil #dnp #phan

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

#spilled ink #warm up #“why did u tag it warm up” bc i wrote it off the cuff while drinkin coffee lol #btw the 30 dollar buy in for the dog walking is bc they pay the organizer a small pittance so she can #run fb ads and stuff and like she does put in a lot of work i don't mind paying her #but that's exactly what im fucking talking about like. #ppl can't afford to volunteer their time anymore and we all understand it!!! everything costs money for everyone! #like we didn't have to use to say ''do you mind paying me back for the stuff we ate'' #we used to be able to afford to feed our friends once in a while!!!

[lastoneout]

I just love it when video games let you do really stupid shit that kills you immediately. I love being like "oh this is a terrible idea" and being able to do it and then die. It's good game design.

#like how fnv lets you run right up to a deathclaw at like lvl one and then you die #it's good #let me do stupid shit and let it have consequences #even if those consequences are just “yeah driving into a gas giant kills you stupid”