#breathe like you care about breathing

[viasbutterflies]

fall

in love

with your solitude

#rupi kaur #poets corner #spilled poetry #my favorite poet #she’s beautiful and her writing moreso #fall in love with your solitude #be comfortable in your own skin #live like you deserve it #breathe like you care about breathing #love like the only thing you can do #is love

[hajihiko]

“oh no people tell me I have no sense of personal space and I'm a man and her unofficial coach what if I've been making her uncomfortable- and Akane is like nah. You're not gonna do anything to me I can feel it. Like hes the only person who can overpower her but he just uses that strength to be there for her” og my god. i need a minute after that ome. god i had a whole long winded analysis of this and i was gonna put it all here but i seriously have no words. this is so real in every possible way and a lil too relatable lmfao

ITMEANS A LOT TO ME OKAY. I too could rsnt but idk where it would go

#Akanidai #Like... the way he thinks putting her first is just a Duh action like of course shes the most important look at her!!! #The way she is used to being on her own and taking care of others but finally someone thinks she's worth putting first .... #The way shes used to being treated badly especially if vulnerable (which is why she never IS) and the way he would just literally die first #Akane being like ok here I am. In his room. At night. Comparatively weak. This is when other guys would take advantage #And hes like hey are you cold? Hungry? I was thinking we could work on your breathing tomorrow. You're doing great at LIFTS! #HE SAYS HES IMPRESSED BY HER STRENGTH BUT HE WANTS HER TO GROW SPIRITUALLY.... he wants her to be her best self.... #Why does no one talk about them I love them #an art

[yesokayiknow]

okay so you know how it goes: fourteen comes to life in thirteen's clothes. and they're both too short and too loose and entirely too bright for his frame of mind. they worked with a doctor who hid everything behind a too wide smile; not so much with a doctor whose pain and tiredness is written across his face

he needs to change. obviously

and then the star beast starts, and fourteen leaves the tardis, and he's still in thirteen's clothes

he just. he doesn't know. how does he choose new clothes? he feels wrong. how will wearing something else change that?

(donna tells him that it's christmas, mate; it's bloody freezing. maybe wear longer trousers, yeah? also he's both too young and too old to wear braces. just a friendly note)

he doesn't have to explain who he is to the unit scientist, not with those clothes. instead he talks about how he doesn't understand why he looks like this. why he is this. why this face? why isn't he someone new?

actually. maybe he is someone new. was he ever this open before? hm

why do you look like that, sylvia hisses, trying to hide him from the daughter he destroyed ruined left

it's a lottery, he replies, purposely ignorant

he still has his thirteenth self's screwdriver. it's too small in his hands

(the whole time they were her, her hands were too small. she didn't like touching anyway, but whenever someone took her hand, it felt wrong. they were too small. sometimes it felt like if she worked fast enough, tinkered about without stopping, she wouldn't have to look at them)

everything goes wrong. his fault, like always

(blimey. of all the things to carry over from the first time he had this face, it had to be the guilt, didn't it?)

you shouldn't look like that, the doctordonna says, and he runs a hand down his face with a tired laugh

no, the doctordonna says, not the face. a hand reaches out to grasp at the collar of his shirt, at the dangling earring chain. this isn't you. who are you, doctor?

like he knows. like they've ever-

she dies.

she lives. he doesn't deserve it. it isn't about him. he still doesn't deserve it

we're letting it go, donna says, and he looks down at himself, at another him's clothes, another him's screwdriver

well, she never was subtle, his donna

the tardis is gorgeous, though when isn't she. he tries to show off his new console to donna, and she rolls her eyes, and drags him off to the wardrobe

unlike normally, where all the clothes are scattered about, the new tardis wardrobe now also has a line of wardrobes stood against the wall. fifteen of them, to be exact

the last wardrobe is open. and empty

he goes to the second to last, and opens it to reveal a wide array of rainbow patterned shirts. she probably would've hated for her things to be organised like this. always creating mess so she wouldn't have to think about anything important. he laughs. and he takes off the sky coloured coat and the worn boots and the earrings and gently places them inside. tag, he thinks, as he closes the doors

and then he moves down to the eleventh wardrobe, full of brown coats and blue suits and neatly pressed shirts and pairs of converse. and he stands in front of it. and he wonders

after a moment, donna's like wait do you want me to leave?? you never cared about nudity before, did you? and he's like oh actually i do feel more self conscious. huh. weird.

he doesn't have to say, i think i'm a different person. not to donna. she just gives him a smile, and a shoulder nudge, and tells him she'll see him in the console room

the last wardrobe is empty

he takes a breath, and then goes to rummage about in the rest of the clothes

#13 🤝 14 (🤝 12) -> dysphoria 😔 #doctor who #the doctor #fourteen #my fanfic #i mean ig #the tardis is including war. and so am i #the fugitive doctor's clothes are around somewhere also #then he leaves the wardrobe and donna's like literally all you've done is change your colour palette #and he's like oi i've only been me for a few hours! give me time to get a fashion sense! #and she's like well how long were you your last face #and he's like idk. bout a century? #and she's like i saw your clothes before this. that one had decades & never found a sense of fashion so i'm not holding my breath with you. #it's the new year i've decided to write about things only i still care abt probably dsakjlaskjl #why isn't this a proper fic. because i can't be bothered. hope that helps #bye im gonna go make brownies

[wilsonsmcgillsweatshirt]

House's problem isn't that he lacks empathy. It's that he has too much. He cares to the point that it's self-destructive. That's why he avoids interacting with patients like the plague because he knows that he'll care. He knows that he'll get attached, and he can't cope with that kind of vulnerability. House can empathize with and understand people so well that if he didn't constantly fight against it, he'd lose himself. He insults people and hurts people, and pushes them away as a survival tactic. Nobody spends that much time trying to convince people they don't care when they actually don't care. He has experienced so much heartbreak and abuse that he's learned his only way to survive is to push people away. He's not just trying to convince others he doesn't care. He's trying to convince himself, too. And he fails every single time. Because Gregory House loves people. He relates to them, he cares about them, and he feels vast amounts of empathy for them. He never gives up on patients, and he'll try to convince you that it's just because he loves puzzles, and while he does, it also is because he cares. When you experience that much empathy for people, it saturates every single part of your life. Every interaction you have becomes painful and overstimulating. You start to lose yourself. House is desperately trying not to drown in the minds of others. His ability to understand and care about people is what makes him a great doctor, but it's a blessing and curse. So he bites and claws and avoids and fights because it's all he can do to stay afloat. He's trying to constantly battle experiencing the emotions of others, on top of his own emotions, all at the same time.

#I honestly think is a big reason he gets along with Wilson so well #Because while Wilson pretends to care as much as House actually does #Wilson doesn't actually give a shit about 99% of things #So he balances House out #House can be around him without suffocating underneath an oppressive amount of emotion #I'm sure it's like a breath of fresh air being around somebody who genuinely doesnt care when you care to much #Because then he doesn't have to worry about taking on another persons emotions plus his own at the same time #Not to get into my hannibal/house crossover again but Houses empathy reminds me of Will Grahams #house md #house #james wilson #greg house #gregory house #hate crimes md #hatecrimes md #housemd #house headcanons

[wandaspetal]

Late Night Talking

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/MCU

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (past), Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanoff

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Friends to Lovers, College AU

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6K

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cursing, flirting teasing, mention of insomnia, anxiety and stress, jealousy, and huge fat warning college, some angst with happy ending

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: If you’re feeling down Wanda wants to make you happier baby

𝐀𝐍: Reader uses she/they pronouns. Loosely based on Late Night Talking by Harry Styles and my insomnia (surprise surprise). This was written at 3 in the morning and is unedited. Enjoy! :)

At first it was passed off as a quirky trait they had by their friends and family members. Now they were starting to acknowledge how much of problem it is for Y/n to deal with. Hopefully Professor Harkness wouldn’t be on her ass about it. The last time they were here the professor showed an immense amount of concern at the lack of livelihood in them due to their insomnia.

She was becoming somewhat of a concerned mother figure towards her while still maintaining her professionalism.

Thankfully she wasn’t at her desk yet and it was still 5 minutes before class started. As Y/n plopped down into their seat they barely spared the person they sat next to a glance. It wasn’t an auditorium styled classroom it was one of the smaller ones. Only 20 people were in this Psychology class and it was the smallest one the professor had (she has joked about it multiple times).

Wanda couldn’t help but stare. The droopiness in their eyes and bags underneath raised so much concern. The Sokovian cleared her throat and debated giving the gift she had for Y/n now or after class. Her utensils and items she uses for class were all perfectly laid out in front of her.

She quickly reached into her bag deciding she could use Professor Harkness as a distraction in case Y/n didn’t like what she gave them. Wanda removed the plastic bag and slid it towards them.

“What- oh good morning Wanda, don’t forget your stuff.” Their voice was laced with tiredness.

Wanda giggled. Even when they were sleep deprived they were cute. “It’s for you baby.” The pet name slipped out causing both their cheeks to burn.

Y/n cleared her throat and sat up in attempt to straighten their posture but still hunched over the desk a bit to grab the bag. They untied it and looked inside to see an assortment of snacks, a water bottle and two different brands of melatonin. Their cheeks flushed for another reason. Y/n had no clue Wanda had been paying this much attention to her.

“Oh Wanda I’m sorry I- do I bother you during class? Because I can move–”

“None of that.” Wanda shook her head immediately cutting her rambling short. “Whenever I’m sleepy during class it helps me to stay awake to eat or drink in between writing…and because it helps me stay awake, I thought it might help you too…I also used to take these melatonin brands when I had issues sleeping during finals from all the stress and they worked pretty well unless you blatantly ignore the tiredness they cause you like I did at the start of taking them…” Wanda scratched the back of her head, she could not read Y/n’s expression. “Point is, I got this stuff for you because I wanted to help.”

Y/n could not fathom why someone she rarely sees outside of class would do something so kind for them. Kate, Yelena or one of their other friends would do this but Wanda and her only interacted because she briefly dated Natasha until the two decided they were better off as friends. And even then Natasha and her never got that close due to the overwhelming crush Y/n had on her in highschool. But that can be reminisced on another time.

Y/n placed her hand on Wanda’s wrist immediately feeling it relax under her touch. “Wanda, thank you, seriously.” The two shared a smile. “You’re sharing them with me throughout class though.” Wanda began to protest. “I wasn’t asking, Maximoff.” Y/n smirked when her cheeks flushed and a shy “okay.” Reached their ears.

The two shared the snacks during class and Y/n carried the melatonin around with them for the rest of the day. After eating dinner with her roommates she laid in bed for two hours until she glanced at her night stand and saw the melatonin mocking her. Melatonin usually doesn’t work, she’ll feel drowsy then immediately begin to doze off then wake up and be awake for the rest of the night.

They sighed and reached for the melatonin, ripping the package open. “5 milligrams per fruit gummy.” Y/n popped in 4 and hoped for the best.

Their phone buzzed on the bed signaling a text message coming in. Y/n grabbed it without looking and unlocked her phone. The time read 1:20 in the morning which was less worse than usual.

Wanda :D | 1:20 AM

You up?

Y/n forgot Wanda had her number after they (her friends, Natasha and Wanda) all went to the arcade together. Seems Wanda didn’t forget though.

Y/n <3 | 1:23 AM

Yup! Just took the melatonin though so let’s see if it works.

Not even 30 seconds went buy before Wanda’s name popped up on her phone, signaling she was getting a call. Y/n answered, propping herself up against the head board with her pillow for support.

“Hi.” Y/n sang.

“Hello.” Wanda’s accent was pronounced as ever. “I…sorry I called you I just- I wanted to talk to you and hear your voice, I also don’t feel like typing any longer.”

“That’s alright, not like I’m asleep.” Y/n joked with a hint of amusement in their voice.

Wanda chuckled deeply. “That’s true, which one did you take?”

“I’m too lazy to grab it and look but it has a clear packaging with the label on front.”

“Purple top?”

“Yeah.” Y/n grinned.

“Oh cool, I figured you would like gummies more.”

“And what made you think that?”

Wanda twirled her hand between her fingers as she sat at her desk inside her room at her brother’s apartment. “I sort of remembered how you said you enjoy fruit flavored things so…yeah.”

Y/n nodded even though Wanda couldn’t see them. “Yeah well you are what you eat.”

Wanda giggled. “Shut up.”

“Oh okay well I’ll just hang up now.” Y/n said with mock offense and their hand on their chest.

“Stop, no teasing.” She chastised playfully.

“Me tease? Like you weren’t calling me nicknames in class earlier.” Y/n’s chuckle was deep and raspy. After not hearing a response they pulled the phone away from their ear. Then put it back as it said the call was still going. “Hello? Wanda.”

Wanda muted herself and screamed into her pillow then calmly moved her hair out of her face as Y/n questioned where she went. She picked the phone back up and unmuted herself.

“Wanda you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay just wanted you to see how empty your life would be if I hung up on you.”

“You are so–”

“Pretty, smart, amazing–”

“And also annoying.”

“That’s rich– you think I’m pretty?”

Y/n responded without hesitation. “What? Of course you are! Natasha only dates pretty girls and you’re the prettiest I’ve ever seen– dating her aside.”

Wanda’s smile faltered at hearing Natasha’s name. Then returned at full force as Y/n reassured her right after making that comment. Nat and Wanda being in the same friend group was a decision Wanda regrets but also loves. Her friends are some of the best people she has ever met. Once Carol and Nat started dating soon after they broke up Wanda avoided speaking to Natasha as much as possible.

“Sorry, did I make things weird by bringing up the ex…I didn’t mean too.” Y/n was now laid down in bed, snuggled under the covers with her phone to her ear.

“No you didn’t, baby.” She cleared her throat. “Are you feeling sleepy?” Wanda asked, physically resisting the urge to write notes on their current state.

Y/n swooned at the nickname for the second time that day. “Yeah.” She sang. “Are you– wait why are you still up?”

Wanda grins. “I stay up late sometimes when I don’t have plans the next day, it’s like a reward for getting through the day or week.”

“And you decided to use your reward time to call me? Such a sweet girl.”

Wanda giggled, shut off her lamp and laid down in bed under the covers. “I try.” She glanced over to see the clock read 2:30 in the morning. “We both have to try going to sleep now though angel, get some rest for me okay?”

Y/n hummed in response, her heart fluttering at the nickname. “Okay…night.”

Wanda grinned knowing the melatonin was kicking in. “Goodnight angel, sleep well.”

They both hung up and for the first time in a while Y/n got a full eight hours of sleep. Wanda sighed happily and held her phone to her chest. It was clear Y/n needed some guidance, someone to take care of them. Wanda just so happened to have her favorite love language be acts of service, what a coincidence.

Two weeks go by and Y/n’s sleeping habits start getting better at the same time Wanda and her become even closer. Unfortunately some habits take a while to stick.

“It’s not working.” Y/n cries out of stress, feeling physical tears start to come to their eyes. “Finals are right around the corner and I need to have this together or–”

They’re sitting outside in the court yard near the student center. This was the first time Wanda and Y/n have hung out outside of class without their friends around. Wanda places her hand on Y/n’s wrist effectively stopping her speech.

“Yes you will, everything’s gonna be fine baby.”

“But Wan I–”

“Baby? Didn’t know you two were that close.”

Y/n groaned and dropped her head on the metal table at the sound of another persons voice. They were already having a break down outside it’s worse that another person had to come and perceive them. Wanda forced herself to relax instead of snapping at her friends for interrupting. She understands how emotional Y/n feels as it’s how she felt during the summer semester not too long ago. Wanda turned her head to greet them as politely as she could to see Carol’s concerned expression but see Natasha’s eyes bouncing between them both with an emotion Wanda did not like; jealousy.

“Yes we are, that close. In fact I adore Y/n with everything in me and I’m trying to comfort them so now is not the best time–”

“Y/n/n what’s going on baby girl?”

Wanda felt like a hypocrite at the sound of her exes voice. Now she was jealous and looking at Y/n to avoid glaring daggers at Natasha. Her shoulders tensed up at the hand she placed on their back. Wanda nearly smiled as Y/n’s whole body tensed up at the contact.

“Ask Yelena.” Came Y/n’s muffled voice.

Natasha smiled playfully. “I will if she could answer her phone.”

Y/n sat up right and took a deep breath, inching closer to Wanda. She wiped her face as she spoke. “She’s in class today doing a double to catch up and make up for her grade so she won’t be out of class until 5:30 and I made sure her and Kate are doing a buddy system so that they won’t be around after sundown by themselves because we are women on a college campus be fucking for real and use the buddy system whenever you can and however you can….Yelena is also the size of five stacked up toasters, black belt or not buddy system always works.”

They all laughed in a various octaves at her rant.

“That is very true, the buddy system is what works best.” Carol agreed gesturing towards them with her can of soda.

“Can I have some?” Y/n asked with a pout.

“Did you have soda today already?” Wanda asked softly, scooting closer to her.

Y/n shook their head. “No, I want a sip.” She pouted.

“Okay, baby.”

“What’s with the nickname seriously,“ Natasha passed off her comment as a joke with a forced chuckle. “are you two dating?”

Wanda opened her mouth to respond but Y/n beat her too after handing Carol back her drink. “And what if we are?” They asked.

Wanda beamed at the protectiveness on their voice. “Yeah what if we are.”

“So what if Wanda is the air that I breathe and the water that I drink.” Y/n added with a shrug, pulling the brunette into her side. “I adore her just as much as she does me, if not more.” The sleep deprivation was definitely talking but so what Wanda didn’t seem to mind. Natasha looked off to the side, avoiding eye contact with them both.

The brunette giggled and kissed her cheek.

“Well congrats.” Carol added with a grin.

“Thank you fellow lesbian.” Y/n beamed.

Carol threw her head back and laughed. “You’re welcome fellow lesbian.”

They all laughed at the exchange.

The day left and night began, as the clock hit 8 Y/n took their shower and did everything they needed to be done before bed. By the time they took their melatonin it was 11 at night.

They laid down in bed with all the lights off and the quiet thrum of voices coming from the living room as Kate and Yelena worked on a project for a class they had together. Y/n’s phone began to buzz on the night stand. Knowing the only person’s notifications she had on at this time of night she answered the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“Hey.” Y/n said.

“Hi.” Wanda sung.

“How’s my pretty girl doing?”

Wanda’s cheeks burned as she left her bathroom and moved to lie down in bed. She was stunned into silence and Y/n knew it. They began to laugh.

“Sorry, too much?”

“No, not at all just a shock that’s all.”

A few minutes of silence passed as Wanda got settled down into bed with the lights in her room off and her brother out for the night.

“About that conversation earlier…”

“My breakdown or Natasha’s jealousy?”

Wanda rolled her eyes so hard she wouldn’t be surprised if Y/n heard it through the phone. “Oh god don’t get me started, that was so annoying! And I hated when she started touching you like you two are close and that she speaks to you outside of you and Yelena practically being sisters like don’t touch her!” Wanda huffed.

Y/n giggled so loud she knows her bestfriends heard it. “I didn’t realize she got you so riled up my love.”

“Tell me about it.” Wanda sighed then bit her lip at the sound of their laughter. “But no, before they walked up I wanted to tell you that I understand how you feel and I’m here for you, you’re going to get through this.”

Y/n wished the Sokovian stood in front of her so that she could give her a hug. “Thank you sweetheart.”

“Of course angel.”

“You wanna stay on the phone with me tonight? I like the sound of your voice.”

“Well you have to I am your girlfriend now.”

Y/n chuckled. “Yeah…” Silence passed between as they both thought over that part of the conversation. “I would actually like for you to be my girlfriend in the future Wanda…I feel like you want the same but I could be wrong–”

“You’re not. I like you so much. Our nightly talks are something I’ve been looking forward to every day since they’ve started….can I take you on a date?”

“Absolutely.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #Wanda being territorial over reader before they are official is my niche idk about y’all but I LIVE FOR THAT SHIT #some dom sub dynamics now that I think about it #my insomnia is kicking my own ass and I need Wanda in my life #had to make Natasha a tad weird in this one although it pained me to do my pookie bear like that #I love this song btw it’s been stuck in my head for DAYS #I live breathe and eat college au’s #Wanda would absolutely take care of you without hesitation #when will user wandaspetal finally post smut?? only time will tell #mcu fandom #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu fanfiction #college au #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen

[paellegere]

i can't stop thinking about the first episode of season 6, when sam tries to convince dean to come with him, to come back to hunting. he says "it's just better with you around, that's all." it's an interesting line because sam is soulless, obviously. and even though he doesn't understand the details yet, he knows something's wrong with him.

"it's better with you around" he says, citing dean's compassion and care for others as the reason why. and how interesting is that? sam's working with plenty of other hunters who still have their souls—they're all more than capable of caring about the people they save. but sam needs dean specifically. he knows he's missing something, and he sees dean and recognizes that something in him. even cold and calculating and unrelentingly logical, sam recognizes that dean, alone, can "complete" him, give something back to him that he's supposed to have.

in episode 8 he tells dean he "needs his help." he doesn't elaborate; he never explains what he means by that. he has a whole family of hunters who'd be willing and able to help him, but still he needs dean. even without his soul, his hyperrational mind knows he needs him.

soulless sam isn't capable of caring about dean. but he doesn't need to care to know they need to be together, no matter what—to know dean is good for him, dean completes him, dean needs to be there for him.

it's like a sick reversal of season 1. sam drags dean back into this life because he can't keep going without him. because he needs him. because when you think about it logically, and sam has no other choice, there was never any other option for them.

#supernatural #wincest #i mean i'm absolutely looking at this through wincest-colored lenses but this isn't even a romantic observation #and i think that makes it so much worse #every time soulless sam gives an indication that he needs dean in his life even when he's incapable of caring about him. that's so fucked u #like what the fuck do you mean sam's dependence on dean isn't even irrational. that it's so normal to him that it's completely logical #to need him. that sam needs dean the way humans need air to breathe: an unalterable fact of nature and reality #'there are also things about it i remember that i... let's just say i think i should probably go back to being him' #What The Fuck Do You Mean By That Sammy #having a soul hurts but he should 'probably' go back to having one #he says in a conversation about how he knows he should care about dean but doesn't #like there's something inside him screaming for dean. and it's trapped and trying to claw its way out #he needs to care about dean no matter what the cost is. he needs to love him again #it's unnatural and wrong for him to exist without loving his brother. is that what you're saying. is that it #i just can't stop thinking about soulless sam. sorry. what's wrong with him seriously #besides not having a soul #.txt #sam #the winchester gospel #spn posting

[moonfruito]

god. drives me crazy how the condition of the token non-white character who never gets their own storyline outside of supporting the white characters around them is that they completely unintentionally embody the isolation of being a poc in a majority white environment. always so distanced from everyone else, no matter what. the audience doesn't look twice at you other than to register you're different from everyone else. the writers don't pay you any mind outside the purpose you serve to the rest of the cast. you're only ever seen as half the character that the rest of them are. you're never given the space to express their same depth of emotion. and it's not that you don't have it, just that they won't give you the precious screentime to do it in, and you'll never connect with the other characters properly because of it. always a step out of time, just because they'll never let you take up enough space to catch up. you're never alone but you're always lonely. and you'll still stick around. there's no one else you'd rather be with in this shithole town, and you love them, you do. but you'll never be one of them.

#i wish i. related less to side characters who the writers don't fucking care about #my textpost #lucas sinclair #stranger things #dear people in the tags saying 'oh whoops this is about lucas sinclair didn't realise sorry' please please know this is not just him #it's about him but it's about every character like him and it's about every single living breathing person who has felt like this #it's about him it's about me it's about you ok please #he inspired this but it's NOT JUST HIM

[veronicathegoddess]

thinking about getting throat trained. having my hair held to be kept in place as my eyes roll back while i choke on their cock. the gasps i let out when he lets me have air for a brief second before his cock is shoved back into my mouth. crying, hoping that he'll take pity on me but it makes him harder and he forces me to keep going despite my tears because we're not done until he thinks i'm capable of pleasing him perfectly

#i had my throat fucked this week #and ngl #its all ive been thinking about since #maybe i have a death wish #but i like when you clearly cant breathe #but they dont care and they just keep going #shoving themselves further down your throat #its everything to me #mine

[vroomvroomsposts]

Okay, so this is the video that got all the anti-Carlos people quaking and screaming!???

I don't think he said anything that bad to get the reaction he got. And I am not even saying this because I am biased, and he’s one of my fav, but what he said is understandable and makes sense.

And he said Lando because the interviewer was talking about him. And he says “Fernando and other drivers”. He doesn't have to name all the drivers. He was just giving an example.

But if he had said Charles’s name in this context, y’all (anti-Carlos people) would still be screaming and crying and throwing tantrums left and right about how he’s not a good driver and blah blah bullshit.

He can never win with y’all. If he were to say Charles is the better driver (which is your biggest argument point) y’all would still say hate on him and still find a way to make him a bad guy. If he does something that should not even matter to you, y’all hate him. If he does nothing you still hate him. Like, let the man be.

Why do y’all have such a hard on for hating him? I don’t understand. Does it turn you on by being mean to him or something? Is that your kink? Being hateful to Carlos? Does it get you off typing stupid bullshit about him?

Like what do you think Carlos is gonna be like, “oh this so and so on the internet said I am not good driver. I am going to quit racing because they know so much.” like be fucking for real. I’m pretty sure he is fine without y’all’ input on how his racing is, and he is just living his life, getting to do what he loves while you are a loser and a piece of shit on the internet doing nothing but writing shitty things about him.

Leave him the fuck alone and go touch grass or something.

#what do they think they will accomplish if they hate on Carlos??? #Is there like a noble prize or an Olympic golden medal for hating on him??? #at this point they’ll probably find the way he breathes is wrong!?? 🙄 #fucking losers leave my man alone #and STOP FUCKING TALK ABOUT HIM IF YOU DON’T CARE OR LIKE HIM #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #f1

[sirenium]

'If you're doom scrolling this tag-' shut up. Get out of the tag that you, yourself detest, block it, and move on. You're helping nobody with these corny ass posts; if anything you're exposing yourself to the very thing you hate. You're triggering yourself. And if you doom scroll, get out of the tag and block it. It's that simple.

#yes this is about radqueer tags #reminder that you can be anti rq without infiltrating their spaces and breaking your own DNI #I only know you people do this shit because I find myself on RQ tags from time to time. #no not by 'doomscrolling' but out of boredom and curiosity #and what do I see? multiple 'stop doomscrolling! take care of urself! úwù' posts💀 #stop exposing yourself to things that actually harm you. stop it with the savior complex #You aren't a baby that needs their hand held either. I will not coddle you like a four year old that fell and scraped their knee. #you did this to yourself. #show some maturity and rationality and distance yourself. breathe. etc #cuz crosstagging? actively going on tags when you know it harms you? that ain't the way to go about things. #I say this as someone who's been knowingly queer on the internet for about six years #it's super easy to develop a sort of complex where you put yourself in situations with the false idea that you can change minds or whatever #but you aren't going to change minds. you aren't helping anyone by throwing yourself to the wolves so to speak. #so again please get the fuck off rq tags if you're 'doomscrolling' or telling people to stop doomscrolling as it only does harm. #anti radqueer

[martyrbat]

superman 80-page giant #2

[ID: a narration box about Superman. It reads, ‘He has a voice like Old radio, a deep baritone edging towards basso profundo.’ END ID]

#insane about this btw. if you even care. #he mouth breathes and its like brown noise that'll help you sleep or study #crypt's panels #superman #clark kent

[snail-studios]

unpopular opinion but i absolutely despise mipha's english voice acting and am so sick of hearing everyone act as if that's her only voice when there are so many better ones in japanese, german, almost any version other than english .3.

#every time i hear her in english i want to give her a ventalin she sounds so out of breath #also i hate how all the royals have british accents I SWEAR TO GOD its so annoying #delete later #also the same problem zelda's english va has where she sounds so old #negativity #i heard her english va and immideatly fell out of love #its like with falins va it sounds so simpering and faked #scrapes on my ears #she sounds better in aoc but oh my god if you heard her in japanese #i really need to get my hands on a chinese copy too #maybe once I've saved up enough from commissions #in other vas she stutters and sounds like she is about to cry in the post waterblight cutscene #if you even care #(i care. i care so much.)

[jahiera]

as we exit the period of people overly woobifying astarion we will enter the period where people who don’t like him will wildly over-exaggerate and misconstrue flaws he doesn’t even have as a way to combat the woobification and the most painful thing about it will not be that people are talking about his flaws but that they’re not even addressing the right ones

#breathing through my nose reading excessively combative takes knowing that they’re rooted in annoyance but my god they’re also #so so bad. so so so soooo bad. #like that’s something literally addressed in his main arc. it has the answer. you don’t have to like it but don’t misconSTRUEEE IT #anyway it’s fine. I need to be back in the vacuum of silence when the game first dropped and it was nothing but me and my thoughts on it #I PREFER my ideas and my thoughts and my conclusions without all the noise and input I don’t know why I Engage in the popular thought #I must not engage in public opinion of my favorite complicated characters. engaging in public opinion is the mind killer. #‘haha I killed him immediately’ I could not care less about your opinion. in fact I care even less than I do about the #‘astarion is my smoft smol bean’ people. and I also hate that. #complaining /

[milimeters-morales]

i will be totally honest with y’all i can’t see Hobie (ATSV) in a romantic relationship ever. like, i can’t see him seeing anybody ever as “the one” or even having multiple partners or anything. I can barely see him having friends outside of the ones he already has. I can somewhat see the “are we dating or are we not dating” thing being something he gets involved in, but not really. i think a lot of people either don’t know or just forget that he’s probably homeless and that his world is shit rn and that stuff he needs isn’t easy to come by 😭😭 and a lot of homeless people just don’t have time/energy for shit like romantic relationships and the stuff he’s doing canonically because they’re so focused on trying to survive. That’s why when I make posts about him casually flirting or whatever it’s never serious, it never goes anywhere, because honestly! Between music shows, trying to find your next meal, fighting the power, trying to find a shelter for the night, helping other homeless people and others in need as both a civilian and Spider-Man, dealing with dimensional threats, trying to find a place to get clean, i just don’t think Hobie has time to even consider it. Sure, maybe there are facilities in the HQ to make it easier, but after that stunt, i think he’d avoid using them as much as possible. do you see what i mean??

#like i know he isn’t confirmed homeless in the movie. but like #like. i know. i also don’t like to think about homelessness and how terrifying it is esp for black guys #but you gotta realize he does not have all these damn hair products. he probably doesn’t smell good either #and he probably doesn’t have good breath most days or good teeth at all #and his clothes are probably dirty more often than not #and he will not be fun. people are not fun when their basic human rights are stripped away and they’re treated like garbage for a majority+ #of their life #like. i genuinely think people just don’t consider a lot of shit he doesn’t do or even get the chance to bc he’s homeless #and how you’re treated like a pest and as if you aren’t human and don’t deserve human decency/necessities #now don’t get me wrong. i love to imagine hobie having a reliable space at the commune! with karl and kamala and all them. but + #that doesn’t mean he has reliable food sources and it’s basically a middle class well stocked and cared for house #of course i can’t/won’t police you because i don’t give a shit about what others do regarding him but yknow. keep it in mind at least #don’t even get me started on the knowledge of fixing pipes and other broken shit. god i could go on forever lol #this post was about Hobie not dating anybody and it turned into this 10/10 to myself actually #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spider punk #m&m posts

[sarah-kings]

Me trying to find a good start to explain the story I've been writing for the past five years that mostly consists of G/t and is neither only focused on just one person, but on multiple who aren't even necessarily on one planet, having rich lore that goes back since the creation of time in the story, trying to figure out how to explain it to a friend like:

#god I want to talk so much about this i want to talk SO much about this! #i just don't know where to start and it's just ddhdlsvsksvykahsks #not a single character of mine counts as a side character! everyone has equal amount of lore and care of background story! #meaning that you could have a story following whoever you wanted and you still could tell the story! #which is EXACTLY my problem because I don't know which is the best one to start with! #if you want to talk to me abt my brainrot of a story feel free to ask me #plz plz plz plz plz! #i have only like ONE friend of mine who understands my story and that's only I told it to them BEFORE I settled on the deep lore #*deep breath* I'm cool now #I'm cool now... #shsksgskshslshsks #ok. now I'm cool #kinda a shitpost #enjoy my ramblings

[manglam-marfach]

dyke!Chilaios has me understanding breeding kink all of a sudden

#chilaios #that's a lie i understand breeding kink very well lmao #HOWEVER IT MUST BE SAID #they finish up a great scene. hot lesbian sex. all going well. #and laios lies back with her eyes closed. still flushed and sweaty. she rests her naked hand on her naked lower stomach and says. 'hah.... #'did you know ...that tallmen and halflings can have kids together?' Like its just another fun monster fact. #she's trailing her fingers absentmindedly over her stomach now. tracing idle patterns. #'with our lifespans being so similar it isn't even as big a deal as it is for elves and humans. they're even fertile and that's ... #that's really rare for hybrids.' her eyes are still closed. she swallows hard. She's more red now than she was when they fucked. #'you should talk about that next time you're in me. i'd like it...' and she cracks one eye open a sliver #to see chilchuck . BEET. RED. #because Chilchuck DID NOT. KNOW. #She was already fucked out and now she's dying?? she's dying. Laios still has her huge hand resting on her huge smooth stomach #miles and miles of soft skin...that she wants chilchuck to put a BABY in #she's thought about the hypothetical lifespan and safety of the hypothetical baby! is this just a sex thing? is this a for real thing? #chilchuck does not know and does not know which one she's hoping for now!! cause both sound GREAT #AND OF COURSE THERE'S ALSO #chilchuck remembering that conversaion next time Laios's huge huge fingers are inside her. Laios's hot wet breathing by her ear. #Laios's breathing going ragged even though no one is touching HER she is the one toying with Chilchuck right now. She always does that. #between the breathing and the fingers and the warmth and the smell Laios is all around her and she just thinks - #'Laios is so huge. Laios's baby would be so huge. I'd be so huge. Pregnant with it.' And she cums. #rattles her to her fucking core. Chilchuck who HAS BEEN PREGNANT BEFORE realising. holy shit. #i want this fluffy haired socially awkward 26 year old doggirl to . to fuck a baby into me. in a sexy way. #i think . I think it's hot. #enough to turn you to drink isn't it! #u may ask - hey how come chilchuck has a girlcock and has got pregnant? can laios get chilchuck pregnant? #does anyone even have a womb in this situation? I may answer - don't worry about it #a wizard did it. whatever. its a fantasy world. #whatever is sexiest in the moment i don't care #lesbiance