#hey im anon

[heyimanonboy]

what i can't find in my life i may find in the bottom of another bottle

#quotes #chaotic academia #dark academia #poetry aesthetic #aesthetic #dark aesthetic #hey im anon #hey im anon boy #heyimanonboy #heyimanon #dark art

[miwtual]

im so fucking tired of the disrespect gifmakers get on the gifmaker website

#kai.txt #negativity tw #(sorry these are gonna be a lot of tags. i have a lot of feelings and i dont know where else to put them) #we make gifs and nobody reblogs them #when they do get reblogged all people want to tell you is that your gifs arent good enough to them and rip it to shreds #'you're missing x' 'why didnt you do y' 'if i made this i would have abc' 'hey op ur wrong and this is why' 'i dont like this op' #reposters dont even reblog your fucking gifset but they'll save your gifs to repost later asking for how to do something #that they could have asked you how to do in the fucking first place #we reblog ourselves constantly because nobody else will and maybe to make our work look like it has more notes than it does #to make ourselves feel better about the lack of interaction we're getting #and then when we TALK about this frustration we have. people who are too afraid to say it to our faces #go on anon in our askboxes and tell us how we're somehow selfish for wanting people to interact with the sets #that we spent time on. hours. days. WEEKS in some cases #or we get anons who tell us the reason we dont have notes are because we arent good at gifmaking in the first place #but this is all on anon. because they're too scared to tell it to our faces #they're too scared for us to see that they ARENT a gifmaker and that they dont know how to do it any better either #they dont see us as people doing something we love as a hobby. they see us as content machines that dance like court jesters #im just so fucking tired of the disrespect #and this sentiment goes for more than just gifmakers. graphicmakers. artists. literally any creative hobby shared on this site #we get treated like shit and for what? literally for fucking what.

[caelanglang]

chuuya will go insane seeing dazai cry? zamn would pay to see that lmaoo

hi, i kinda went insane thinking and drawing about this one.

a continuation of the drunk fem!dazai post !

mini bonus:

update: now with extra here ~

#girls kissing girls kissing girl being gay aaaaaa #i wanted to draw ugly crying bc tbh crying feels ugly esp when you cant control the tears #yes i went a wee bit insane to finish this I'm sorry it took a while to reply this inbox #this was a very sever brainrot thats for the encouragement anon #severe* #chuuya is weak af when dazai actualy cries and does anything to stop it #dw she did not go insane #she merely flooded the living room but hey it made dazai stop crying so its a w #im the one who went insane finishing this comic i think... #hope you like it! thak you for reading this super self indulget comic #can u tell im so so torn with what hair to give fem chuu? yes. #bsd #skk #inbox #inbox sketch #sketch #my art #my comic #soukoku #fem skk

[atthebell]

*shakes can* long hair cellbit? Long hair cellbit to spare please? Please

order up

#asks #anons #cellbit images #genuinely sometimes someone will be like oh hey he played [insert random game i might be interested in here] when he had long hair #and im like oh well okay definitely watching that vod yup #wheres my other long hair cellbit post also idr if i saved it over here #also also also. idr i had something else to say and then got completely distracted #anon i came on here to post a clip and you got me so sidetracked

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

A (slightly angsty) domestic zukka hc I’ve been thinking abt a lot: I think Zuko would have a sort of knee-jerk flinching reaction when anybody touches his scar (with katara he looks like he’s bracing himself and with mai his whole upper body is sort of being held in place by her) (which i definitely think mai did on purpose to make him feel more comfortable but anyways) I think Sokka would after the first time figure out Zuko flinches hard even when he sees it coming and he’s The Plan Guy so I think he would secretly experiment and find out Zuko doesn’t flinch when sokka drags his hand from a different part of him (like his hair) onto his face. So he just starts doing that and it takes Zuko a stupid long amount of time to realize “hey Sokka touches my face a lot and it doesn’t suck. I wonder why🤨” until one day he figures it out like Sokka you sneaky shit you were nice to me and I didn’t notice

Bc the whole “zuko lets Sokka touch his scar bc he trusts him and he’s super normal abt it” is nice but it doesn’t feel realistic? You can trust someone a whole lot and still have instinctive trauma reactions. I think it’s much sweeter if Sokka notices and figures out a way to make it better without being asked.

Oh….. I’m….. this is a nice one 👍🏼

#ARREGEHSJKASJDASHJDKHGSADJHGSJHGSDMGHASDMHGSAGHMDSAHMGDMHGSAMHGDSGHMADGHMDMHGASMHDAGHMSDJHGDSSJGHSEJHDDSEDSE #????????? #hey anon???? #you didn’t think u could get away with this right???? #like this isn’t absolutely devastating in the best way possible???? RIGHT #?????? #I’m ROLLING AROUND CRYINF SCREAMING WAILING THROWING UP BANGING MY FISTS ON THE WALL??? #THIS IS ACTUALLY THE MOST TENDER SWEET ANGSTY THING IVE EVER READDDDD HOW COULD #HOW COULD YOU #HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEE #ANON IM PUNCHING YOU IN THE FACE AND KISSING U ON THE KNUCKLES #DASHIUDUKHSADKUHDAKHSUKHUAD #NEVER RECOVERINF BRB 👍🏼 #(thank you for your contribution this is beautiful and I’m going to think about this for the rest of my life) #atla #zukka #zuko x sokka #asks #my asks

[starheirxero]

I just got an image in my head-

What if Gemini pulls their cape off their shoulders and puts it around Lunar's? What if they give him a forhead kiss, and disappear without explanation-

I am going insane about them I'm sorry-

YOU SENT THIS LITERALLY IN FEBRUARY BUT I'M GETTING TO IT NOW TO TELL U THAT'S THE CUTEST THING EVER AOAUAGHH

I can just imagine 1) how insanely flustered Lunar would be after it and 2) how much bigger Gemini's cape would be oh them..... I wanted to draw all of this but I only got this so here's a doodle for this adorable ass idea 👍

#asks #anon #xero creations #IMAGINE IF IT WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A VIDEO TOO. earth just being like hey u want quiet r u okay ?? #and lunar is like (quietly) /im so great you have no idea/ #lunar and earth show #the lunar and earth show #tlaes #lumini #gemini x lunar #lunar x gemini #sams lunar #lunar laes #laes gemini #< not in the art but blatantly in the scenario HSJAHS

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Her Sunrise 🌄 Her Dawnbreaker

Ever since the very first time I read Still in Dark, the detail of Zayne being covered in scars from fighting wanderers/abominations has sat so heavy on my heart. Because you know that poor man hasn't been getting any professional medical help. Much like Xavier, he's just riding those injuries out, only unlike Xav, he's not blessed with a body that heals itself with relative ease.

This particular 'moment' is from a fic I'm still formatting in my head, that will hopefully see the light of day soon. His expression is a reflection of your own when you realize just how much he's been through. Our poor little meow meow 😩

My desire to bring this man into my arms and shield him from everything overwhelms me sometimes, and today I sat consumed with the desire to do just that, so instead of doing all my other obligations I did... this. Lol.

#hey hey hey anon I did it i drew him are you proud of me??? #there ya go i did it i finally drew you a Dawnbreaker yall can be happy and rejoice now #and its only mildly angsty #and still sexy imo #yeah hes not all the way naked im sorry but i had a vision i was going for in my head and yall can just go with me on this one k? #i just KNOW i wouldnt be able to control my face when i saw his body looking like a battleground #and id be so fucking sad and i would bet large bills he'd be so vulnerable in that intimate moment that he couldn't help making a face back #and it would be so heartbreaking bc the moment of insecurity #jesus christ i went nuts in the tags again fuck #lnds #love and deepspace #lads #l&ds #love & deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #Dawnbreaker #db!zayne #zayne dawnbreaker #art of kay

[whumblr]

I LOVE when you do hiwthi drabbles. The collar punishment oH GOD. Can we get a little public whump scenario the classic “don’t make a scene” or silent threats things

Public enemies

Jay shivered and punched his fists into his pockets, setting a brisk pace towards the station. The short walk already turned his fingers into popsicles and he somewhat regretted not bringing gloves. He hurried down the stairs. At least underground it was nice and warm. And stuffy...

And immensely crowded.

What with being in the business district, he’d thought more people here would be burning the midnight oil, but it seemed the usual rush hour applied here as well. He wasn’t the only one who was glad it was Friday evening. Gently bobbing along in the sea of people, he shuffled towards the platform.

Just when he’d found a somewhat calm spot to wait for his train, and his thoughts too started drifting to the weekend, something tugged on the strap of his bag. And before he could even turn to make sure he wasn’t being mugged, the person behind him already betrayed his identity. And his intentions.

An arm slithered around his and softly yanked him aside, pulling his elbow against leather.

“Hey, love,” a familiar voice crooned in his ear.

“Let go of me, what are you even doing here?”

Zayne gestured a thumb over his shoulder. “Did you forget this is the domain of the lord in the tower? Spotted you and followed.”

Jay deflated in a sigh, tipping his head down. “What a coincidence…” What an awful, awful coincidence.

“This time it was,” Zayne beamed, as if somewhat proud his stalking was actually not premeditated this time.

The hand around his arm relaxed a bit, but just when Jay wanted to step away, it slipped down to his wrist and disappeared into his pocket, caressing the top of his hand.

Jay resisted lightly, unable to get away from the touch but still showing it wasn’t welcome. Zayne didn’t even look at him. He stared at the entrance of the tunnel and merely let his fingers slide through Jay’s, nails digging into his palm in warning. And Jay had no choice to wait for the train with him. Not how he planned the start of his weekend.

A woosh of dry air signalled the arrival of the train and Zayne stepped forward, gently pulling a reluctant Jay along by their still entangled arms. They boarded together and Zayne spun lightly, dragging Jay to position him in front of him, nestling him into a corner in-between the doors and the seats.

Before Jay could even protest, the rest of the commuters effectively cut off his escape and, worse, pressed Zayne even closer to him. He was completely stuck in his little corner, Zayne resting his hand just next to his head, under the pretence of keeping himself steady on a moving train, but Jay knew better. It completely boxed him in.

“Cosy.” Zayne smiled down on him. “I don’t often take the tube. It’s a whole new…” he pressed up against Jay a little further and rested his other hand on Jay’s waist, “…experience.”

Jay glared up in response. He flailed ever so lightly, just shifting uncomfortably, trying left, right, up, down to find a way out. Zayne stood closer than ever, closer even than when he had him pinned against a wall, and it set off all alarm bells. Judging by the amusement in his eyes, Zayne seemed quite content with this happy accident, even when he was just as stuck as Jay.

The hand on his waist brushed up and disappeared under his open coat. It slipped under his pullover, feeling its way up the side of his abdomen and without fail instantly found the day-old fiercely purple bruise hidden under his button-up, just under the side of his ribcage.

Jay went rigid.

“Don’t,” he whispered, breathless as fingers touched over the sensitive spot, teasing out waves of something he couldn’t quite call pain. Yet.

“Hm?”

“There’s loads of people here!”

Zayne bent forward, head nearly resting against Jay’s forehead and he whispered, “Then you’d better keep quiet.”

His open palm hovered over the bruise, tilting until a thumb rested right onto its nearly black core. Fingers dug into his waist, one by one, starting with his pinky as if counting down to his thumb.

Jay tried to hold back a wince, exhaled sharply through clenched teeth when the dull pain shot through his abdomen.

“See, you can do it.” Zayne’s eyes narrowed in a smile, a fond and almost tender expression on his face as he watched Jay’s eyes furiously dart about.

Jay wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for; hoping that someone would notice something was fishy and would help, or fiercely hoping the exact opposite: checking to make sure that no one was even looking at them. He was like 90% sure it was the latter…

“Relax,” Zayne whispered, “everyone is either sleeping or looking at their phone. Besides, they don’t want to look at a couple who’s clearly a little too keen on getting home quickly.”

“We’re not a couple! They won’t think that!” Jay shot back in a whisper-hiss.

“Oh. Then maybe I should make things more believable with a nice kiss.” He leaned forward again.

“Don’t you dare.”

Still, Jay slunk back, shoulder blades pressing hard into the partition as he tried to get as far away as possible from Zayne. It bought him maybe a few inches. And trying to slip his bag in front of him to create some distance only hid the hand groping under his coat from sight.

“I need to change here,” he tried as the train slowed down.

“No, you don’t,” Zayne simply said, “Easier at Liverpool Street.”

Despite Jay’s furious hoping that maybe the platforms had changed sides, the opposite doors opened.

Zayne’s hand relaxed and merely rested under Jay’s coat against his waist, as if keeping him steady and from falling over.

It disappeared for a moment in the bustle as – unfortunately – only more people squeezed right in again, only to be replaced by a closed fist this time. Knuckles brushed under his coat slithering fully out of sight to hide in the small space between the wall and the small of his back. And just when Jay expected the hand to open with fingers fondling his lower back, something clicked - literally - and he felt something sharp prod against his back instead.

His knife. Fucker had smuggled his knife under his coat, hidden by an embrace. His eyes widened, and he shifted forward to try and relief the pressure, but Zayne stepped even closer, a leg in-between his, turning lightly to push him back with his hip.

More teasing touches drew out a wince as Zayne’s other hand also slipped under his coat. Fingers roamed over his belt, dipped under to pull his shirt from his trousers and he felt the cold touch of the blade crawl over bare skin.

“You can't stab me here,” he whispered.

“I don’t see why not. Your coat will hide the blood, anyway.”

Jay blanched at that but still shot back, “I’ll scream and collapse and people will stop you!”

“Pff, you think these nine to fivers will step into the path of someone with a knife? No. They’ll do the right thing. They’ll stay with you, so they get the feeling they’re helping. And they’ll be kind to you, help you, send you to hospital.” He pressed closer and turned the knife over, scraping the edge over skin. ”And hospital will have questions. I've seen your torso yesterday, there's a lot of questions assembled on there."

His empty hand slithered over his ribs, searching until—

Jay hissed.

"Like, what caused this burn, Mr Fawcett?"

"Don't."

The hand slid away, further down. "What about this bruise?" Another stab of pain. "And this cut— oh, now that is very sensitive, sir. Look at that, just the barest touch and it's already bleeding through your shir--"

Jay gave a sharp gasp and his gaze snapped down, searching for blood. Zayne lightly pulled his coat aside to reveal… nothing. Asshole, there was nothing!

A hushed chuckle brushed against his ear and the cold touch of the knife fell away.

“But we don’t have to do all that, right?” Zayne retreated and weaved an arm through Jay’s again as the train started to slow down.

“No…”

“Then let’s go home.”

-

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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#thanks so much anon <3 sorry for the wait #whump #public whump #cornered whumpee #hiwthi #hiwthi drabbles #my writing #I need to do more public whump for them...Im not too satisfied with this drabble... but hey

[spoopdeedoop]

starlight strings au; on one hand its so funny if they were all named numbers, on the other hand it would be So Incredibly Funny if they were ALL named John Smith, legally. Including thirteen. we've got at least 6 John Smiths at this residence.

maybe thats why they go by numbers. they are counting the john smiths that live there.

this is the funniest fucking thing ever

#spoop speaks #answered asks #IDK WHAT TO ADD IM LAUGHING TOO HARD #'hey rose! did i introduce you to my family yet? we have john and john and that there's john and there's also john over there' #HAHAH number origin story where a neighbor says jokingly that whoever lived here first is the original john smith and everyone turns to nin #(bc he bought the first flat) #and he goes 'i'm the ninth one' for some fucking reason and everyone just goes ykw sure #this is the best silly idea ever. laughing way too hard for 9 in the morning. thank you anon #starlight strings au

[turrondeluxe]

Do you think Breakdown has nightmares about what happened with MECH? I think Knock Out would be a nice thing to wake up to if he ever has night terrors

(P.S: Do transformers even have nightmares?)

Oh he definitely has

#i like to think they do indeed dream #added to all the time from war and shit his night terrors just get worse #knock out there's for him when he realizes something wrong #(I think bd doesnt really tell knock out when hes having one of his night terrors) #having knock out with him always calms him down tho #also just wanted to tell that i drew this while listening to jack stauber's Just Take My Wallet on loop #and the whole What's the softest way to say #until the end of the song just makes me think of ko slowly losing bd off because of the trauma until he becomes a shell of a man (bot) #((quite literally)) #also hey yall how are yall doing #im doing Awful but hey! this ask was from april and its answered now B) #might answer a bit more before the semester starts again #ask #anon #tfp #transformers prime #tfp knock out #tfp knockout #tfp breakdown #breakdown #knock out #kobd #maccadam #doodles #my art

[heyimanonboy]

nothing but ink in my mind

#dark academia #serious academia #dark aesthetic #poetry aesthetic #dark art #hey im anon #hey im anon boy #heyimanonboy #heyimanon

[king-krisu]

What is the difference between "Mikä?" and "Mitä?"

The first one is what duolingo told me is "what", and the second is what I've seen in Jere's songs

Ohhh lets go I love this (I'm gonna put it under the read more so it's easier for the tag lolol)

So they both mean what, but they are used to refer to either unknown amounts of things, or singular/countable things.

Mikä is used when asking about something you assume is countable and concrete, for example:

"Mikä tämä on?" - Se on lautanen

("What is this?" - It's a plate)

"Mikä tuo on?" - Se on lintu

("What is that?" - It's a bird)

Mikä can also be used to ask about feelings:

"Mikä sinua ärsyttää?" - No tämä sää

("What's annoying you? - This weather)

Meanwhile Mitä is used to ask about an unknown object or amount of things:

"Mitä ruokaa rakastat?" - Italialaista

("What food do you love? - Italian)

"Mitä kaikkea sinä harrastat? - Jalkapalloa ja lukemista

("What kind of hobbies do you have? - Football and reading)

I found some good examples to see the difference in the two:

Mitä sulla on? (What do you have, unknown object)

Mikä sulla on? (What do you have, as in "what's wrong with you?", feelings)

Mitä kello on? (What is the time, abstract unknown number)

Mikä kello on? (What is a clock, concrete object)

Essentially you use Mitä when you don't know the subject or number of the answer. You would use Mikä when asking about feelings or when you assume the subject is a countable thing.

It's a bit tricky and I hadn't even thought of this before you asked me about it, it's one of those things you just subconsciously know but can only hear when it's used wrong lol. I hope this helped atleast a little bit 😮‍💨 I feel like explaining your native language is so difficult, hats off to teachers who do it haha

#käärijä #jere pöyhönen #cha cha cha #finnish #finnish language #im so terrible at these things but hey i asked for these anons lol

[whitehairedanimeboyfriend]

by the way trans men, the reason people keep calling you a transmisogynist for unfounded reasons isn't because they actually think you're a transmisogynist. Stop taking the bait and taking them at their word. They call you that because they're bullies that want to make you feel insecure, so they call you something you're sensitive about. Once you stop considering transmisogynist as a horrible insult it stops having any power over you.

#transandrophobia #i started to agree with the anons i get if theyre ridiculous enough and simply ignore most of them #once u realize #hey im not a transmisogynist so this literally doesnt matter and is dumb #this shit gets easier

[m1d-45]

been having thoughts so. college. interesting experience. you meet cool people, weird people, normal people, you take classes. sometimes they’re fun, sometimes you’re up at 11:45 crying bc ur goddamn code won’t work right and you don’t know how c# works you’re just a little guy and fuck unity anyways!

my point here. reverse isekai with college student!creator. you’re like “no i can’t go to teyvat from the game genshin impact i paid Five Thousand Dollars for my classes this semester and i’ll be damned if i don’t get my money’s worth” - teddy anon

oh thats hilarious actually

you who only got interesting in genshin because you needed a break from schoolwork, and never intended to get too invested into it. you can never play for very long, frequently having to log-off mid quest because shit, you'd forgotten about your calculus assignment, sorry jean!

your traveller can hear your distress, can tell that your world is getting too overwhelming for you... as time goes on, you save teyvat, but at what cost? your mental health? physical health? no no, the world you were in was flawed.. hopefully you wouldn't mind.

and when you first wake up in teyvat, you don't, not at first. you think its just a really, really weird dream, that your brain tapped out from trying to make sense of if-then-else statements. its a nice break! the people are a bit more reverent than you'd expect—seriously, you barely played twice a week, calm down—but overall, it's not bad!

when you next wake up, you do so with the brief panic of having not turned in your assignments last night. you pull away the blankets with intention, and take a solid step toward the door before registering that you're not in your room anymore. not a dream.

albedo is confused when you ask to go back—why? the traveller said you were stressed, you were overwhelmed, why would you want to go back?

"i went through too much stress to get into those courses and i refuse to let that go to waste."

"holy wind, you- if you wish to learn, i can ask master jean to contact the dendro archon-"

"albedo. my tuition."

#this is such a silly post /aff #m1d : [chats] #teddy anon #yeah ive. had this ask for a while #hey teddy hope you dont hate me for this one- #sorry ive been busy this week and am getting too ambitious with what im writing

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

Domestic Zukka: when they're in the SWT, Zuko wakes up first still and will warm Sokka's socks and slippers right before he wakes Sokka up. Before they leave to go outside, Zuko puts Sokka's mittens on to heat them up

just fell to my knees btw.

#atla #zukka #zuko x sokka #asks #my asks #fffuuucccckKKKKkKKkKKKk WHY WOULD U DO THIS TO ME ANON #IM GONNA CRY??? #IM GONNA WAIL AND SHOUT AND SCREAM AND EXPLODE?? #(I asked for this) #hELP???? #the caring the effort the vibe??? #he WOULD? #also may I just add that he’d do this before they were even. fucking dating and Sokka would just: #*falls face first onto the floor* #so hey anon how about we talk about this over dinner in a lavish restaurant and it’s candlelit

[ambrosykim]

i don't write down a lot of my thoughts on bg3 characters bc i think some of them are just,, really obvious but??

astarion disapproving of moral acts in the beginning of the story is a feature not a bug. he's just escaped slavery and is immediately lumped in with a band of heroic idiots who want to help everyone? of course he's at least hesitant and at most hates your guts (or just gut instincts) bc he's been conditioned to only think about himself or risk being tortured (and still. if u want to romance him u don't need to get every single approval w him and do immoral things bc he will like tav if they act kindly towards him)

and in the two endings??? if he ascends (or tav lets him ascend) that not only reinforces his ideas on him having to only look out for himself by basically becoming a new cazador but it also confirms all his worst fears of only being seen as a sex object (which,, judging by people's reaction to "hot evil vampire lord" um. checks out)

#i dont knownif this is coherent and i feel like this has been said a thousand times but hey ho #anyways if this is stupid feel free to send me anon hate lmao i just have stupid big feelings about this man #astarion #bg3 meta #nett rambles #nett plays bg3 #some of these thoughts might be stoopeed but im sick of not talking about my baby wife