#and in seeing that we are given comfort

[serendipetite]

sometimes twitter can be a good place

#came across a thread made to comfort neurodivergent armys #of bts doing many of the same things #to help them feel accepted and seen and valid #and my heart just swelled so much #it's not my place to say who in bts is or isn't neurodivergent #but seeing them have many of the same.....quirks? that i do #is such a comforting feeling #bless who makes those posts #like there's so many posts made to comfort adhd armys and autistic armys #and beautifully written posts about how seeing ourselves in bts is for us only #and not us trying to headcanon or diagnose the members #it's us seeing them openly express parts of themselves #that we too have but struggle with #and in seeing that we are given comfort #sometimes twitter can be good

[bumblingbabooshka]

B'Elanna, Neelix, Tuvok and Chakotay needed to star in an episode where they just talked about their different beliefs and approaches to spirituality/religion. Paired off and all together. I need to gain more insight. I need characterization and I need it to be messy.

#B'Elanna's difficulty with Klingon myths and religion (especially due to her internalized racism) #Chakotay's current strong belief in his own spirituality despite his initial complete rejection of it (and how B'Elanna seems to admire #and have talked with Chakotay about it extensively in the past given how many specifics she's aware of) #Neelix's belief in an afterlife being the only thing that comforted him after his entire family was killed - the knowledge that he would be #able to reunite with them again and that knowledge being ripped away from him #Does he still believe? Are there other aspects of his previous spiritual beliefs that are thrown into question? #Just because it isn't 'real' does it make it unimportant? How do we even know whether or not it's 'real'? #He died and doesn't remember reaching that tree and seeing his family - does that mean it didn't happen? #Tuvok's line in 'Innocence' about how he's begun to have doubts about whether or not a katra exists and what happens after someone dies #and his firm ties to Vulcan spirituality and ritual #ALL SO INTERESTING!!!!!!!! #star trek voyager #I don't think it'd be a calm or healthy conversation either - they're not therapists and I don't think anyone but Chakotay #would be particularly careful with his words #and before you say Tuvok's a Vulcan so he would be let me remind you that Tuvok told B'Elanna to her face that he thought Klingons #were basically savages - he is INDELICATE to say the least #Neelix is careful with his words bc he's a people pleaser for survival but also he has a tendency to bother people and be overly pushy #and I think he'd do a lot of research and be the one leading the conversation/the reason they get on the topic and continue on it #B'Elanna wouldn't want to talk about it. She wants to talk about it the least. But she must!!!! Bc the episode demands it!! #st voy

[snuggleboots]

♡ in which i'm still having big feelings about kisame. naturally, i'm cramming the reader into said big feelings. have some genin and newly-graduated chunin kisame and reader, his one and only friend (´。＿。｀) it's dark, lots of death, so huge dni to minors. ♡

♡ might make this a dumb little series of drabbles, maybe? i'm sure as hell not dropping a whole thing in one post when it turned entirely into a chunin selection thing. it's choppy, probs has mistakes, but that's because i wrote it here and i am dogshit tired and slightly scared to post smth i just roughed out here :' ) ♡

Tags: kid kisame (6-10), kid reader (6-10), reader-insert, canon/reader friendship, dark themes, such as kiri's chunin selection, mentioned child deaths (the chunin selection), angst, shock/trauma.

It's a death of spirit, slow to manifest, to make your home in another person. The innocence of youth was never something fostered in the Land of Water, reclusive and cutthroat was the village that stands bastion in the heart of the island nation. Those of the Mist learn young that survival is a series of little deaths, each one an intangible shepherd to the next that awaits them.

Kirigakure, where connection is granted to budding shinobi for the sake of becoming one of life's many harsh lessons. It's when you're small, and your childish sense of hope is somehow still naïve and alive, that something so treasured as a comrade is allowed to be anything more than a means to an end. Sharing meals, and clinging to life by the skin of your teeth through missions too gruesome for children so young, one's genin team is often one's first true taste of friendship.

He was so young when you met, six years old at best; a competitive thing- oblivious of his own strength and rough at times, but fierce in his loyalty. It started then, a boy with a gruff heart too big for his body, and a sawtooth grin that looked more frightening than he ever bothered to actually be. He was your friend, with cute ears that stuck out and gills that sometimes flared in a way that made you helpless but to laugh, and an unyielding sense of self-assurance that made missions less frightening, so long as it was him that fought at your side.

Hoshigaki Kisame was not a monster. Not as you knew him.

Companions in a shared misery back then, you were each other's determined and desperate support through the trials of your paths; assurances shared with conviction carried you through the horrors that no heart so soft as yours should ever have been forced to witness. You wanted to heal, he strove to conquer the art of blades.

Children are, unfortunately, as precious as they are blind, and their pride is earned hard through enduring that which would cull their lessers. Together though, there was nothing that could stop the unbeatable two that made him and you. It was a connection found only by the miracle of chance, a friendship forged through the four years shared as junior shinobi. Your sensei, your third man - they existed beyond the bubble of two.

You were children together, once.

But in the Bloody Mist, you fight or you die. It was a death of heart to swallow the fear in your throat when it came time for selection. Ten years old by then; it was cold that day, and the pit in your stomach was nearly all-consuming when Kisame bid you the first of many goodbyes. 'Just in case', he'd said - his voice quiet, and heavier than you'd ever heard it then - just in case one of you failed to survive. It was better to say goodbye now than risk losing his chance if it had come down to facing you.

Through the chūnin selection your three-man squad became a bitterly victorious two-man cell. It was only a small mercy given to you by chance that you weren't forced to face Kisame, and not yet was he forced to turn his strength on his team. He survived by the ferocity of his blade whereas you weathered the terrified betrayal of your third man, a soft-spoken boy no older than you. A tracker - or, at least he would have been.

Surviving that was the first time you saw Kisame's eyes feral and searching, his developing muscles drawn taut and teeth bared like a wild animal as he tore through the small ceremony of fellow children-turned-soldiers that had proved their mettle in the slaughter, each newly minted journeymen shinobi drenched in the blood of their friends.

Some were too stunned from the shock of their own actions, most too numb to react to the Hoshigaki boy who sought you out like one drowning sought the ocean's surface. There was no pretence of honour or achievement to be found in the way his hands, still slick and stinking of iron, had gripped your shoulders when he finally found you, as if you were the only tether he had left to anything good.

Neither of you smiled that day. There was no crooked grin that greeted you there, and no stifled tittering that followed the frenzied flaring of his gills to welcome him in turn, not that time. Finding each other through the bloodshed as official chūnin, you both learned that no amount of conditioning could have prepared either of you for the reality of taking the lives of your compatriots. It felt different, somehow more visceral, compared to cutting down someone marked an enemy.

Kill or be killed, neither of you had any other choice. That day would not be the one that marked his end, nor your own. Not yet - he was manic and peaked, you were despondent and spiralling - not yet. You weren't ready. He wasn't ready. Not yet. It was a shame that you weren't built for killing, and an even greater one that Kisame's concept of a comrade, that day, began chipping down to you. You became the exception.

Fear is something any child is bound to experience in life; a crawling dread felt in their bones when something goes bump in the night. It wasn't fear he had felt, and he was a child no longer when he emerged as one of the several victorious. No, the young swordsman-to-be was a selfish boy, he knew, because what he felt when he'd shoved his face into your hair and squished his nose into the crown of your head was the shameful sensation of relief. So many had died horrible, gruesome deaths - but not you. You lived, you breathed, you were shaking like a leaf and staring through him, but at least you were alive.

He was surely broken, and at that point so were you, but at least you had survived.

Your body moved through the motions of a person after the fact, while each champion was recognised, your stare one thousand yards detached from the moment when the weight of your certificate soaked up the death from your killing hands. You hadn't had it a moment, hadn't had the chance to exchange it for your hitai-ate, and already it was marked with blood. You were meant to feel proud, strong for having outwitted and overpowered the others, too weak to serve the village - yet, you'd felt sick. Bile burned the back of your throat, swallowed down hard while your brain marked you a hypocrite that day, despite the ceremony of congratulations thrown in the faces of you and your peers.

It was a blur, what little remained of that day. You have no memory now, nor did you then, of dragging yourself to the baths, but you know that every time you closed your eyes you saw the faces of those you'd defeated. Their faces stricken with panic or wet with desperate tears, voices squeaky or hoarse in their last moments - your kunai buried deep in the throat of your squadmate, his tantō skewered through the fleshy part of your waist. Pain, in every manner of which it existed.

No matter how desperately you'd scrubbed, your skin left raw and burning, your breathing haggard and unbearably tight, the blood never seemed to wash clean from your hands. Kisame was a persistent one, perceptive for his age and unwilling to part while his brain somehow struggled to rationalise that you lived, even if you'd left his sight. He'd scrubbed your back and bid the little comfort of his company - a silent sentinel that never once mentioned the strangled sobs that wracked your body when finally, you'd worn through what little energy you had left.

You couldn't understand why you cried.

And he had no answer as to why you didn't feel clean - he didn't either, though it bothered him somewhat less than it did you. Then, he'd never had as optimistic an ambition as yourself. His path was always of the sword.

You'd managed to patch your own wounds, and then Kisame's - because that was meant to be your path. The medic, the healer, a preserver of life. The death of hope was dealt through the cold realisation that you would never truly be that. At least, not in this lifetime. Not like this.

You were naïve to have ever thought that the path of a medic was above the demand of bloodshed.

It was he who helped you fix your clothes when your fingers refused to, no words exchanged when he pulled you under his arm and guided you from the baths - it was good, at least, that you'd washed up before heading for home. The silence shared between you, then, remained unbroken out of respect for those unfortunate dead. Loyal to a fault, and in search of an excuse to be near, he'd helped you back to the tiny apartment you called your own.

You felt many things that he didn't, then - but it didn't make you weak. You survived selection, you'd survive this too, he knew.

Your home was empty, polluted with noise from the market district beyond your windows, inhabited at that point only by yourself - still a child, yet so alone. Long had the Land of Water suffered civil wars - and your parents' lives were claimed somewhere along the line, but at the very least he was there. This world had no shortage of children orphaned, and like you, there was no one left alive to have awaited his return.

His home was with you. At least, it was then.

You were children together, once.

That day, through a series of deaths both tangible and in spirit, began the first of many goodbyes. To childhood, to juvenile altruism, and to the hope of most things good.

But not Kisame.

Kisame was not a monster, not then, at least. Not ever when you knew him.

#kisame #kisame x reader #akatsuki #naruto #naruto x reader #writing tag #kisame hoshigaki #reader insert #the night we met by lord huron carried me thru this one #really want to work on making my writing more narrative rather than w/e it usually ends up being ugh #also want to write some comfort as an addition to this but that'll come later maybe #this is dark - but i cannot see anyone having a good time in the bloody mist era #i rly dont think they went easy on their genin given the whole - y'know - chunin selection being what it is

[liar-or-lawyer]

NCIS: Los Angeles (2009-2023)

14 Seasons ; 323 episodes

It's a wrap.

#this show has given us so many happy and beautiful memories #the best part about this episode is that these people seem to genuinely like and enjoy each other #these are my comfort characters #my first show and my favourite team #i love these behind the scenes and i wish we got to see more of them #i had so much fun in watching them on repeat while preparing these gifs #ncis la #ncis los angeles #ncis fandom #ncis #ncislaedit #g callen #source: ncisla #ncis la team #sam hanna #kensi blye #marty deeks #hetty lange #nell jones #eric beale #dominic vail #neric #sallen #densi #ncisverse

[cerealmonster15]

Hello!! :D if you’re still taking art reqs for the drawing meme maybe 1A or 2A for Autumn Oak/Linda Stampler please?

THANK YOU!!! :] 

YES this is how i know i've made it as a dndads fanartist - the rite of passage of receiving the autumn/linda request jsklfjdsl MILESTONE ACHIEVED!!!

i had to kinda fumble around my brain a bit to come up w/some designs so maybe theyll change!! who knows!!!

[send a pose prompt!]

#asks #lex-the-lesbian #dndads #autumn oak #linda stampler #cereal tries to draw #<- btw is that her actual name or like a fandom given name?? #i was doing some research today to see if they had a canon appearance #[i couldnt find anything for either of them so my bad if they do and i missed it LOL] #but the transcripts just called her Rons Mom #and the wiki says she has no name but also the wiki isnt exactly accurate #[we ARE talking about Rons Mom here right fjkldsjfldsjf] #thats the context clues id gotten from skulking around dndads tags a while ago #anyway. ANYWAY i hope this is ok!! #again s o r r y i. need more practice drawing Older People fkldsjlf ILL GET THERE. EVENTUALLY 😭 #BUT this is cute FUCK their husbands they could learn to love again 2gether #mutual support... yea... #im p much always open to suggestions in general #may or may not do em depending on if im busy/comfortable/NERVOUS but #more often than not i will lol #it's good practice :3 anyway again lol THANKS FOR THE PROMPT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #OKAY WAIT sorry i skulked ur blog i see the name linda came from a poll jksfjdsk #glad i wasnt missing Important Lore Somewhere ok carry on 🕺

[novelconcepts]

Peak lesbianism is just trying to be so normal about how good women look in casual wear. Glasses? Messy hair? Sweatpants? Have mercy, dude, I am the simplest gay alive.

#lesbian #I am gay as hell dude #like yeah yeah women are hot always and we love a good dress-up #but nothing beats like. a grunge t-shirt and zero fucks given. #me as a kid in the 90s going why the FUCK did you take her glasses away and put all that product in her hair? #did you not SEE her before?? #relaxed environment vibes my eternal beloved #we love a girl looking comfortable

[dragonlights]

Like I don't Post about drama but vis a vis predestro's Tumblr ban, like. I don't necessarily think it's a good thing that we on the Internet have become so desensitized to threats of violence that we use them as jokes, but like.... That's been Tumblr culture for, what, a decade now? At least four years. Almost definitely longer.

And like. I've seen so much worse. Folks admitting to sending asks telling others to kill themselves!! Folks outright wishing x/y person killed themselves!!! Folks harassing trans folks (esp. trans women!)

But what gets this one lady banned was her man door hammer hand car boom-ass post???

Like, talk about enforcing the TOS from the wrong angle.

I totally get that part of it is "this person had their rule breaking reported en masse so something happened" but shouldn't the severity of the response have more to do with the severity of the offense, rather than how many people reported that user?

Like. The fact that we have to do mass reports to get anything to happen to anyone is ridiculous.

And, the fact that INCORRECT mass reports aren't punished more is also ridiculous.

There's also no report function for discriminatory content, or for seeing users harass each other. So... If you're not the one being harassed, your report does... Nothing??

Unless you, what scroll through someone's blog looking for things you could report as threatening violence??

On the "I hope every politician dies" webbed site???

There's obviously something fucky with their reporting system- either the way that reports are handled, or the way the severity of the reports are being judged.

Cause right now, it looks like they got a flood of reports from TERFs, photomatt saw a post about him, and went "well, fuck it, get her out of here" without looking at the context of HER BEING HARASSED FOR AGES. And that the post in question- the only one I saw shared!- was almost certainly a vent post for Said Situation that was...

Comically mishandled?

Like this one?

Like. Look. Do I think maybe at some point, on the "way too comfortable with violence on people I see as Wrong in some way" webbed site, a popular user said something that could actually be construed as a threat, and due to rampant transmisogyny got, got her shit reported?

Yeah, I can see that.

I don't follow her blog too closely, I know she does a lot of hyperbolic stuff. (as is Done on this Web site, again... I've almost certainly rb'd things just as bad)

But the example photomatt uses is hilariously bad and so obviously not a threat, and one would think, IN LIGHT OF THERE BEING ALLEGATIONS OF TRANSPHOBIA ON THEIR TEAM FOR YEARS, THEY WOULD BRING OUT A MORE CREDIBLE PIECE OF EVIDENCE THAN A LOONY-TOONS ASS DEATH WISH.

Just. The bar was on the ground and they still fumbled It! Fucking! Amazing!

#dragontalk #i don't like all her views on transandrophobia. but her takes on the ways trans women are policed are spot on. #but seeing this shitshow is wild! I've followed thia lady for ages and she's like. Intense but fine? #again. i don't follow her blog too closely! there might be more harsh shit that I'd never seen! #but. mostly i see a lady who's had to fight constantly. in a way lots of trans women have. to be taken seriously. #not as a threat. not as a joke. not as a hypothetical. but as a person! who's experience this like. #really shitty intersection of transphobia and transmisogyny and probably regular misogyny and like. l #i think most of us would get pretty snippy at that point too #and given we exist in a culture way too comfortable with wishing violence on people... yeah. #most of us would have wished ~someone~ got hit with a falling grand piano or an anvil or stepped on a rake so hard they died #just. truly wild times we live in. #maybe i should start a collection of 'this post wishes violence on someone' #maybe even narrow it to 'violence on someone who hasn't upheld state sanctioned violence during their life' #to cut out the ronald Reagan margeret thatcher queen lady ass violence wishes #which i can't even bring myself to care about. and that says something about me o don't think i like. but like. #but at the aame time too much colonial ass violence in this world. I'm Tired.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Hiiiii! So, a few days ago you were talking about the whole thing with Amy, Rory, and River. And when I saw those posts a thought arose in my head and I wish to share it with you.

Since River grew up with Amy and Rory as Mels. And Mels was Amy's best friend do you think that they ever talked about children? Since I know that it can come up when talking with friends, and like... do you think that Amy might've ever expressed whether or not she wanted children?

And if she didn't, that Mels would've had to listen to her mother say that she doesn't want children? The idea is so heartbreaking and sooo interesting.

What do you think about it?

no, no, see, you're so right and this drives me wild.

because, the way i see it, i don't think amy wanted children. she's somewhere on the 'hasn't thought about it' to 'vaguely negative feelings about it happening' range to me, which falls sharply into 'Not Happening Ever Again' post-s6. (specifically, in terms of having a kid herself, even if she could, i really don't think she would. i do love that she and rory end up adopting a kid later, because that does make sense, for amy pond who grew up alone in one universe with her family swallowed by cracks in time before the doctor helped her set it right again, for her to want to make sure another child won't be alone in the world like she was. getting off-track here.)

and that's so. because the first real memory river/mels has of amy is of amy shooting at her. and depending on how well the silence fucked up the rest of her memory, it might be one of the very first memories she has at all. that's how she met her mother, crying for help and getting a bullet instead. her mother tried to kill her, so of course, you have to think. she must have needed to hear that she was wanted, right? even if she was taken away, even if amy shot her, at some point, melody must have been wanted?

river is good at getting people to do what she wants, but she is very, very bad at subtlety. and mels is younger, has less practice, so when she wants to know this, she's just going to ask. blunt and quick, easy enough because amy's used to the way mels will open her mouth and you just have to be ready to roll with what comes out if you want to keep up. it's why they're such good friends (like mother, like daughter.)

they're nine, and mels asks if amy wants kids, and amy wrinkles up her nose and says she won't have time for children, obviously, once her raggedy doctor finally comes back. they're fifteen, and amy and rory dance will they-won't they in a way that makes mels twitchy to watch, and taunting amy about wanting to have rory's babies is a good way to get on her nerves. but amy calls her gross, tells her she's got more life planned than children would leave room for, and besides, imagine her, a mom? it'd be a disaster.

mels does. a lot. she looks at her mother and just sees her best friend instead. she's not even sure what she wishes was there, but. maybe amy's right. and besides. imagine her, a daughter, instead of the ticking time bomb she really is? it'd be a disaster.

they're sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, and on. mels stands on the outside of a love story that births a universe. and her. how do you compete with that? not that she would know, not yet, she hasn't been there. but it doesn't make her feel any less alienated when amy and rory talk in whispers about a half-remembered world that's bled through to this life, about roman soldiers and boxes and the big bang of belief.

all these memories, they never mention children. on amy's wedding day, she's different, not like someone remembering a dream but someone who lived it. rory stands straighter, won't leave her side, and they're both so much older than they were yesterday. maybe now, right? a wedding's as good a time as any to decide you want kids.

mels not being at amy & rory's wedding is such an obvious lazy way of them trying to explain why they totally didn't just throw this plot twist together at the last minute that i'm not even going to acknowledge it. of course she was at their wedding. she's their best friend. there's too many people around the doctor, and she wasn't ready today of all days, so despite this horrible burning need under her skin to strike, she stays her hand. doesn't let him dance with her because she might just tear his throat out if he gets too close. stays with amy and rory as the maid of honor should. she must have been there for the awkward questions that always gets asked, 'so, any plans for a baby?' 'when am i getting grandkids?' 'oh, you two are going to have gorgeous children together.' standing a few feet from amy in her wedding dress and watching her mother tense and grit her teeth and brush off the questions. watching her look nervously at rory but never ask if he means it when his mom asks him if he'd prefer a son or a daughter, and rory answers 'either one, some day, not anytime soon.'

god i'm just going on and on, aren't i. but really, what's it like to know that amy never changed her mind. the next time she sees them, she's already been born and stolen. i don't like let's kill hitler for. so many reasons. but there is something compelling about how recklessly river lashes out at the world, at the doctor. even her sacrifice at the end is almost suicidal, throwing all her regenerations into this man without knowing if that will even work or if it might kill her to do it. but it makes more sense in the context of someone who has reached the end of a long, long wait for some kind of indication, any kind, that her mother wanted to have her. and finally been told, no. she didn't choose melody.

#like. to be clear also: i don't think the fact that amy didn't want kids and really didn't have a choice in giving birth to river #means that she wouldn't love river. i think it would make their relationship Complicated but i do think amy loves her. so much. #that's her daughter but it's also her best friend. #but like. god. to spend your whole childhood hoping you'll hear about some little glimmer of yourself. #a dream. a passing mention. a debate on baby names. anything. and to hear nothing. #and river is. like. she is really really bad at relationships right? we know this. #the person she's closest to is the doctor and she spends most of her life believing *he doesn't even love her*. #we're talking about someone whose base assumption about everyone is that they will try to hurt her at some point so she should always keep #one hand armed. #and her mother. didn't choose to have her. didn't have that choice. that has to fuck her up a little. #(and also serve as proof that river is. so so bad at knowing when she is loved. because maybe amy didn't choose to have her but she named #melody pond after mels her best friend. she has been choosing river every day for the past however many years since mels decided to come #here and be near her mom and dad even if only as kids. but river still can't see it. #and. given the nature of how the ponds disappear from her life. and we never get any closure about them and river. #you have to wonder if she ever did. river song do you know your mother loves you? #having the melody-as-river reveal be so close to the end of the season and then getting rid of amy & rory before they can actually do #anything with the three of them as a messed up little family unit is the show's biggest crime. because i don't know! i don't know if river #knew her parents loved her! i don't know if she *ever* came to terms with how she was born and how they didn't need to choose her then to #choose her now! i don't know if river ever really felt comfortable thinking of them as her parents rather than her friends? #according to the transcripts. river calls amy 'mother' twice. (and 'mummy' once jokingly.) she calls rory 'father' once. and 'dad' in angel #in manhattan. and it just. it drives insane right? it's almost weirdly formal. like the words aren't right but she knows she should say the #and. and. i don't think i'm ever going to get over river song. #i think that's the takeaway here. #ask #doctor who #river song #amy pond #rory williams

[faelapis]

whenever there’s discourse like some gay guy listed his fave queer movies and didn’t include enough wlw or whatever, all i can think is. holy shit you guys are cis.

#vent / rant #if i called out everyone who didn’t include trans media in their fave queer media the list would be ALL OF YOU #personal lists are subjective and expecting someone’s taste to perfectly match up with ideals of equal representation is #insane but also extremely revealing about what your blind spots are #catty arguments about whether cis gay men or cis lesbians have the most rep just unintentionally reveals the insane gap between #cis gays and trans people here #you are both very very very spoiled in comparison. i would know. i’m mlm myself and not once has it given me 10th the pain of being trans #yes this is technically oppression olympics but it’s also really fucking honest #so cope + accept cis privilege and stop arguing about catty dumb bs #and don’t ask me for trans rep recommendations either because the whole point is we have scraps of crumbs and most of it is bad #certainly not a lot of the happy fluffy safe and comforting media that we see more and more for the cissises #not su /

[s0fter-sin]

we all know dean wears john’s jacket after he takes it from his hotel room in the pilot. but i completely forgot we also see him wear it to school in the flashback episode in s4, where he’s fronting like mad and feeling like just as much of an outsider as sam

which means he’s always used it as a comfort item. which means john let him wear it and knew, at least on some level, that it helped him. he let him wear it enough that dean doesn’t hesitate to grab it in the pilot when he needs the comfort

but more importantly, john leaves it behind for dean to find

he could’ve taken it with him when he dropped the woman in white hunt (he takes all his other gear, weapons and clothes), but he leaves it on the coat rack where dean could easily find it. he knew he’d be gone for a long time, if not outright suspecting that he’d die going after the yellow-eyed demon, and he deliberately leaves the jacket behind for dean to find comfort in

#john winchester letting dean have a comfort item like that is breaking both my heart and my brain #like my instinct is that its out of character but then i think of how he gives him the impala #he doesnt have the same attachment to it as dean does #dean sees it as a home while john just sees it as a cool car #i think he thinks dean sees it the same way he does which is why he pokes him about it #‘hey dean why dont you touch up your car before you get rust. i would have given you the damn thing if i thought you were going to ruin it’ #meanwhile we all know just how much he loves and cares for the impala #its not like dean would or could verbalise what it means to him #but he never asks for the jacket back #he never makes a comment about dean wearing it #hes never even surprised that he has it #more to the point #he leaves it behind for dean to find #which means he without a doubt knows dean finds comfort in it #and not only allows it but boderline encourages it #which is a level of emotional intelligence i would never expect from john wonchester #carry on my wayward son #coming out of my cage and i’ve been doing just fine.txt #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #john winchester

[solarisgod]

Extremely blessed and grateful to have a circle of mutuals here who are so so so incredibly talented and wonderful, truly. It's always an absolute delight getting to see how everyone's doing in real life and what they're thinking about regarding their muse[s] and just seeing everyone having a lovely time on writing / talking about who they're passionate of while interacting with those they're content of. We do hope you all hold so much pride in your portrayals and / or original creations because it is always breathtaking to see what people can create and expand on and develop. Even if you may feel like you're not doing good enough or you're doing too much, you will always have many people who enjoys both your blog[s] and your presence so much.

#[ ✨ : it's Sappy Sunday as well oh stars :< ] #[ this is coming on a more personal note now but ] #[ thank you all so so so much for giving us and our original canon and Starwake System the chance ] #[ we've been feeling a lot more happier and comfortable on here lately and it's just ] #[ honestly such a rare feeling when our emotional detachment and ongoing amnesia makes it so hard ] #[ for us to be able to maintain connections and interact with folks consistently ] #[ also it is beyond scary to be openly plural ] #[ given the cautiousness or / and lack of understanding in dissociative disorders ] #[ but it just feels right for us to be so ; hence here we are ; still even with the anon hates ] #[ there's just a lot of factors that'd make us so grateful for being given a chance ] #[ like writing an OC ( many subfactors even for this like them not being white ) or having complex original lore etc ] #[ but you all get it ] #[ so it's just very lovely getting to interact with our mutuals in some ways to some degree and seeing you all thrive ] #[ just thank you so much everyone for being a wonderful friend and person. 💖 ]

[jils-things]

i know me and my friends tend to joke a lot over how red is (hc) huge and how hes basically caked up and down 😭😭but that genuinely comforts me because i can hug someone and feel super warm and comfy (aka chest lol) but i mean this in the most wholesome way i promise asdkaldkadjak <3333🥺

#youll get an eepy appleshipping art one day and you'll understand where im coming from #~ rambling #~ lovemail #this is me responding to that poll btw HEAUEHUAHA my main answer is still shoulders #back then i dont hug people (out of shyness) and in my last school hugging always was immediately recognized to be /rom so i rarely hug #but when i switched schools everyone seemed to recognize platonic friendship better than the last and i remember being hugged by a taller- #classmate of mine when i greeted him a happy birthday and i was immediately surprised over two things #1) he hugged me (which again - was rare for me because of last school influence) and then 2) his hug was super... warm and #i just liked it a whole lot - and given his broad shoulders its like i was hugging a big bear HAKHSAJFHAFHJSAF so yeah thats why i like the #i wanted to experience that again so i always find myself hugging my peers (doesnt matter who. i loved the warmth) and i always get excited #i have a classmate rn who im super close to and we always hug it out and it comforts me a whole lot (while also simulating that goofy feeli #of... omg (f/o) hugging me eeek LOL SORRYA DJASSJKFHSKFJFHAHKF😭😭😭😭 #thats why i always appreciate seeing red a little bigger than his actual model because i always get reminded of that moment #yea <3 #red.rom

[hooved]

i dunno if this is like weird advice to give, but for anyone who is or has a partner/friend/etc. who's interested in a threesome (or more), you gotta make sure that everyone involved is emotionally ready for that. if you or someone else might get jealous, then just don't do it. don't lie and say you're ready just because you wanna make your partner happy, or because of peer pressure, or even just because you're attracted to someone involved, etc., if you're having any doubts at all then just say so. this is something you need to discuss thoroughly beforehand. jealousy or any other sort of emotional discomfort during group sex WILL negatively affect your relationship(s) with whoever's involved. if sex is an experience that's very important and personal to you and you're not ready to share that with someone other than your partner(s) then there's no shame in turning it down. a good partner wouldn't be upset by you setting boundaries. your comfort is more important than the opportunity to have a threesome

#sorry if this is too personal/tmi or whatever but i was just thinking about one of my exes and like #i asked her many times beforehand if she was okay with it. i really really wanted to make sure she was comfortable. she told me she was #but it still made her jealous and that did irreparable damage to our relationship. i could tell pretty quickly that it was a mistake #and yeah we don't talk anymore for mostly unrelated reasons (i unfortunately learned she wasn't a great person) but i still regret that #i could see after we broke up (which was mutual because we were....not as compatible as we thought. as mentioned above) #that she was always going out of her comfort zone to try to make me happy. and i genuinely feel bad about that. i would never ask for that #i wouldn't have been upset if she told me she wasn't sure about it because i don't wanna put anyone in an uncomfortable situation like that #anyway this was like. 9 or so years ago at this point. i still wanna apologize to her but i feel like it'd be weird to bring up y'know #but yeah i just want ppl to know this kinda stuff is avoidable if you have a truly honest discussion beforehand #and if there's any doubt at all then it's best to just not go through with it because your feelings could change at any moment tbh #but if you're all emotionally prepared then threesomes can be great ! exhausting but that's a given lmao

[justinefrischmanngf]

i teach this kid usually twice a week and he's a bit of an asshole sometimes, but we're slowly building up a relationship and his writing is really improving and it's genuinely such a joy to see. i told him yesterday that i was really enjoying reading his writing as it became more detailed and he asked if that was a good or a bad thing so i told him that it was a really good thing, i liked what he was writing and that he was becoming much more clear in it and it was cool to be able to see his writing form. and this kid, this fucking kid trying not to look pleased because that's uncool i guess, but the excitement and pride and happiness that crept into his voice after that, it's one of the most beautiful things about teaching

#and he IS improving so much i am really really looking forward to seeing where we can take his writing as he goes on #i think he could write some really interesting stuff and i think it's something he would enjoy so much when he gets a bit more confident an #comfortable with it . he's definitely got ideas whether or not he can articulate them and i would really love to read them #it is part of the reason that i want to get back into ME writing more proper fiction writing because i do a lot of it with kids #and i just want to refamiliarise myself with the process of it through doing it as well as teaching so i can help them more #also because i miss it but that's a given #anyway i fucking love the fact that i have students i know back to front and i know what they need to work on and i know how they operate #best and it's just like yeah yeah absolutely good for you you'll get there

[fluentisonus]

also this bit was so. it was so

#like firstly their whole conversation. I really like the way they interact w each other it's so like. idk how to phrase it. #like two different machine parts that fit together so comfortably & smoothly through continuous interlocking over time or something. #like you feel like even while having these Fraught back & forths they've got this underlying steady intense understanding of each other #while still being distinct people. like combeferre's personality comes through here. his certain sort of sharpness. idk #And Secondly. seeing enjolras cry is so. like its So impactful it really hits to the gut #like this & then that line about the only two kisses he'd ever given in his life. hh #i'll be honest nothing I'd ever seen on my dash abt enjolras ever made me think I'd care abt him But! here we are #thoughts #les mis #sorry if that's all a bit jumbled I'm like half asleep but I was thinking abt this scene adjhkjs #trans. hapgood

[feluka]

i'm so fucking devastated about the City of the Dead

#might be strange to say this about a necropolis but it's always given me comfort since i was a kid #i passed by it every day on my way to school and it was so beautiful and serene. no better place for the dead to rest #i don't see it as often now but every time i do i just want to throw up!! #in our university we have a professor whose job is to assess whether old structures are stable or whether they need to be demolished #and he HEAVILY protested all the demolishion in Old Cairo and said it's entirely unnecessary #and in the end he had to resign. i'm so sorry for him and for the dead people buried there and their families.