#tbd soon

[woednesdayaddams]

#♱ vero speaks. #tbd soon #hear me out #it would be written in 1st person and how joker sees everything and everyone #kinda like joe from you #it would also be a sideblog to wednesday bc i no longer have emails

[anticheryls]

does anyone know if you can get the legacy editor if you don't have it? i want to make it easier for my mutuals but tumblr dot com decided that's not the case and i just now notice i don't have the button on the upper right of my screen to switch between beta and legacy💀

#〉⠀ANTIVERO ⠀₎⠀ooc. #tbd soon

[merrilark]

Does anyone have the spoons for me to be sad in their direction?

#i may chicken out. and i should know better than to socialize when i have late night sads lol ;; #tbd soon

[inkskinned]

it is hard to explain without sounding vain or stupid - but the more attractive others find you, the more you're allowed to do. the easier your life is.

i have been on both sides of this. i am queer and cuban. i grew up poor. for a long time i didn't know "how" to dress - and i still don't. i make my sister pick out any important outfits. i have adhd in spades: i was never "cool and quiet", i was the weird kid who didn't understand how "normal" people behave. i was bullied so hard that the "social outcasts" wouldn't even talk to me.

i got my teeth straightened. i cut my hair and learned how to style it. i got into makeup. it didn't matter, at first, if i actually liked what i was doing - it mattered how people responded to it. like a magic trick; the right dress and winged eyeliner and suddenly i was no longer too weird for all of it. i could wear the ugly pokemon shirt and it was just "ironic" or a "cute interest."

when i am seen as pretty, people listen. they laugh at my jokes. they allow me to be weird and a little spacey. i can trust that if i need something, people will generally help me. privilege suddenly rushes in: pretty does buy things. pretty people get treated more gently.

i am the same ugly little girl, is the thing. still odd. still not-quite-fitting-in. still scrambling. still angry and afraid and full of bad things. of course it became my obsession. of course i stopped eating. i had seen, in real time, the exact way it could change my life - simply always be perfect, and things can be easy. people will "overlook" all the other things. i used to have panic attacks at the idea others would see me without makeup - what would they think? even for a simple friend hangout, i'd spend a few hours getting ready. after all, it seemed so obvious to me: these people liked me because i was pretty.

i worry about how much i'm being a bad activist: i understand that "pretty" is determined by white, het, cis, able-bodied hegemonies. if i was really an ally, wouldn't i rally against all of this? recently there's been a "clean girl" trend which copies latinx aesthetics: dark slicked-back hair, hoop earrings. i almost never wear my hair like that; i can hear the middle school guidance counsellor advising me that i might fare better if i toned it down on the culture.

the problem is that i can take pretty on and off. that i have seen how different my life is on a day where i try and a day where i don't. i told my therapist i want to believe the difference is confidence, but it's not. and when you have seen it, you can't unsee it. it lives inside your brain. it rots there; taunting. i get rewarded for following the rules. i am punished for breaking them. end of story.

pretty people can get what they want. pretty people can feel confident without others asking where they got their nerve from. pretty people can be weird and different. pretty people get to have emotions; it's different when they get aggressive, it's pretty when they cry with frustration.

of course people care about this. of course it has crawled into you. of course you want to be seen as attractive. it's not vanity: it's self-preservation.

#pretty in this post is a stand in for . literally all forms of normativity #warm up #tbd maybe idk #ps! hi!! i'm queer!!!!!!!!! it is how i identify! if you tag this 'q slur' i will fight you!!! #i am using it here in the EXACT way it is NOT a slur !! i am identifying as a queer person! #this is EXACTLY how people reclaim it !!! #it's like practically ACADEMIC in this usage!! #please do any reading into what the fuck the history of the word ''queer'' is before telling me #as someone identifying as queer #that i'm a slur. that the place i find comfort in is a slur #''well it makes me uncomfortable if people use it for me'' #im sorry to hear that dude. that sucks. i hope things get easier for you soon #but you don't get to take it from ME #in case you can't tell by the REST of this piece #i DID hear queer used as slur against me. i DID get bullied with it. i DID hear a lot of shit said #i also heard it about lesbians #about ''being gay'' #about pretty much any fucking term that could describe me. #i like queer. i like how it feels. and it's mine. #you don't get to undo the work i've done personally because it makes u uncomfortable #it's ahistoric to pretend like there are ''safe'' ways to identitfy if ur queer. #none exist. it has never been safe to be like this.

[longinglook]

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#tbd soon #how about we tw some of this stuff :)

[loveinhawkins]

It’s only once everything is okay that Dustin starts thinking there’s something deeply wrong with him.

They’re out of the danger zone, where hospital visits have almost become normal hangouts rather than something to sit through on tenterhooks. Eddie’s getting the all clear to go home soon, and Dustin feels like he’s finally, finally able to take a deep breath, and blow it all the way out.

Steve must feel it, too, because he starts drifting off halfway through one of their last visits, while Dustin’s telling Eddie how Tews got up on the roof last night.

Dustin’s not offended by Steve falling asleep—for one, Steve already heard the story on the ride to the hospital and, more importantly, Dustin’s pretty positive that he’s barely been sleeping, only just enough so he can safely drive his car.

Dustin pats his knee fondly as he gets up.

Even though he’s steadily swaying towards the end of the couch, Steve tries to rouse himself.

“Mm, Dustin, jus’… jus’ need ten minutes, then… give y’ride home…”

“It’s okay,” Dustin says. He gently pushes Steve’s shoulder, snorts when Steve’s head tips right onto the arm of the couch. “I’m gonna go call my mom.”

He knows Steve really must be exhausted when he doesn’t attempt an argument to counter that, just sighs with a murmured, “Hmm? If tha’s… ‘kay.”

From the bed, Eddie looks on with a smile. “Thanks, Henderson,” he says softly. “Wayne’s gonna come later, he can… give him a ride home.”

He yawns through his words, like just looking at Steve is making him sleepy, too.

They’ve been like that a lot recently, Dustin thinks, like their breathing falls into sync without them even trying.

He slips out of the room quietly. There’s something between Steve and Eddie, he can feel it—and although he can’t quite put a name to it yet, he knows it’s something delicate, like spun glass. He’s not going to be the one to disturb it.

When his mom comes to pick him up, it happens.

“Put your coat on, hon, it’s freezing out.”

Dustin rolls his eyes—it’s hardly that cold—but as he steps outside, the air hits his bare skin and—

He’s in The Upside Down, and the cold is in his throat, in his lungs, he can’t stop shaking with it, and Eddie, he’s—he’s not breathing—

“Dustin? The car’s parked this way, baby.”

Dustin breathes in, short and sharp. For a moment, he can still see it all: the lightning, the blue tint, the particles hanging in the air, and then, like blinking away a camera flash, it’s gone.

His mom frowns, steps closer. “Dusty? Oh, you look pale. Hope you’re not coming down with something. Early night tonight, okay?”

“Yeah,” Dustin says. Blinks. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

-

He tells himself it’s a one-off.

Then it happens again—inside the hospital this time.

Steve opens a window in Eddie’s room before heading to the vending machine—just a crack. Barely anything.

But the cold is so intense that it takes Dustin’s breath away.

He hears the bats. Feels the pain in his foot, burning white-hot as he runs, he has to run. Eddie. Screaming. He has to get to him now or he’ll—he’ll—

Dustin shuts the window with such force that the pane rattles.

Eddie glances over from where he’s standing, right in front of the tiny mirror on the wall; he’s been wringing out his still damp hair with a clean T-shirt that Dustin highly suspects belongs to Steve, unless Eddie’s suddenly taken to owning a Hawkins Phys. Ed uniform.

“Woah, that’s the window shut, I guess,” Eddie says lightly. “You cold?”

“A bit,” Dustin says, hopes it comes out normal.

It must do, because Eddie just shrugs and goes back to the mirror, fiddling with his curls, and Dustin would usually give him so much shit for that, but his chest is tight, and although logically, he knows he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, he can still feel the dampness of the ground, the dirt under his nails, Eddie’s blood…

“Did you just close that?” Steve says, jerking his head towards the window with a bemused look.

“I live to piss you off,” Dustin says.

Eddie laughs.

“Yeah, it’s your special talent,” Steve shoots back, monotone, but he’s grinning as he throws a candy bar at Dustin’s head.

3 Musketeers.

Dustin isn’t hungry, not even for nougat.

But he tears the wrapper anyway, takes a sizeable bite just for the sake of appearances.

Steve is catching Eddie’s eye in the mirror, and Eddie’s smiling, looking at Steve’s reflection; and although Dustin can hardly hear what they’re saying through the thud of his own heartbeat, their joy is obvious without words.

Because it’s over. It’s all over.

Dustin’s not gonna be the one to ruin this for them.

He won’t.

#dustin henderson has ptsd #with special love & thanks for the messages on my Dustin related fics ❤️ Tbd on amount of parts but will be on ao3 soon too ❤️ #dustin henderson fic #steddie with dustin’s pov #henderfam #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #eddie and dustin #steve and dustin #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie munson

[nolan-sims]

me rn ☺️🌸🌱💗✨️

#non sims #nonsims #tbd #I've been deathly ill for the past week #but these boops are healing me #☺️ #new cc is coming btw #as soon as I can pull my bones out of bed and cosplay as a person again #💀

[fangbangrr]

My valentines shop update is live today at 12pm EST! Matching heart magnet charms for your friends, enemies, strange lovers, or yourself 💘

PS—if you order using my direct link Etsy will waive my transaction fees for the order thru Feb 15th. They usually take almost 10% (😵‍💫) so it helps a lot!

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #my art #hannibal fanart #hannigram #hannibal lecter #hannibal merch #shop update #hannibal art #Marlana #new valentines prints Soon…tbd

[hrryshoney]

let’s go down to the tennis court

You were one of the best female tennis players in the world. Having gone D1 in college and joining the ranks, being as young as you were, you made quite a name for yourself. Fans would come from all around the world to watch you play. Following you through your journey as a rookie to a challenger.

The fans didn’t just love how good you were, they loved your attitude, too. How ruthless you could be on the court, but still remain humble. How you could tear your opponent to shreds with your words and your racket. It was all apart of the game, right?

Matty Healy, lively frontman of famous band The 1975, had also taken quite an interest in you. When you’re alerted that he mentioned your name in an interview, and then coincidentally run into him a week later, what do you do?

#um guys… new au #tennis!reader #listen school has been swamping me but you’ll get something this week ok #yes the title is based off the lorde song!! #also def based of Carrie Soto is Back :) #will anyone enjoy this.. idk. #but i needed sports!girlie for my own peace of mind #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfic #coming soon tbd etcetc

[enden-k]

i dont like drawing when my mind is racing bc i start too much and finish none

have some sketches of the hkvthm comic thingy, some haithams and a random nanook i did today in case i disappear 😔✌

#bc i feel like i might get art block soon i had difficulties drawing properly today. so unfocused ughh #sketch #wip #tbd

[darehearts]

#today has been all kind of crazy-- not even counting the fact #that i think my car is totaled and i could have gotten in an #accident if i wasnt lucky. this is not including anything else #going on with me personally that i'll spare everyone. like... #i can clearly feel that i am back home. even being on here #is giving me anxiety and throwing me back to 2017. i just #really hope i feel better soon ;' ) #i just wanna write Jim #and forget about all this but i'm too messed up for that too #tbd #vent tw #rant tw

[v-arbellanaris]

here's the thing, right. like. okay, let's take everything up to the title showing up as the 'origin' style opening for dai, where you establish character. but like. literally what about that opening establishes character. you get brought to the chantry in haven where they briefly discuss executing you before declaring the inquisition. you can either begrudgingly support the people who have actively threatened you repeatedly or you can go uwu i'd love to help you guys out im so excited to be working with you. like. hello.

#throughout most of the haven stuff you don't get to develop your own opinions on anything. key information is shoved into codexes with #no other information or dialogue contradicting what was said. if you do express an opinion the game goes out of it's way to have every #single companion hammer you over the head with the 'correct' opinion. and for some reason they're almost ALL on the same page. #for example. DORIAN advocating for the circles so southern thedas doesn't ''become like tevinter'' like hello what. WHAT. #magic dangerous. apostates bad. blood magic evil. wardens bad. tevinter evil. qunari evil. dalish bad and stupid. ferelden bad and stupid. #chantry good! templars good! seekers good! orlais good! colonialism good! #like somehow. ALL OF THEM. #when it's to that extent like it's clear they're trying to push you towards some kind of conclusion. rather than letting you make your own. #or even be able to express it. AS AN ACTUAL CIRCLE MAGE I CANNOT EXPRESS COHERENT ARGUMENTS TO SUPPORT THE REBELLION. #like HELLO??? #sorry but there IS no moment or period in time where the herald gets to establish their character. they're immediately thrown into #the deep end of the plot. you get IMMEDIATELY THROWN into the resolution of the mage-templar war. with barely any info except what you #get from your advisors and companions. and some codexes if you go out of your way to read them. which. considering they push you to go to #val royeaux as soon as possible. is just. #like come on. let's be real here. #tbd #dai critical

[stillsolo]

when will han wake up

#( . not me hollerin' in his ear #( . he's been hibernating in carbon #( . gonna drag this boy off the bed at this rate #( . hhhHhHHh ill try to do replies... soon... maybe. after i finish cleaning the house #( . maybe i just need to rewatch the OT #˒・*。◞ ( tbd ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇss. #˒・*。◞ ( ooc ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴀʀʙᴏɴɪᴛᴇ. #˒・*。◞ ( mobile ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴄᴏᴍʟɪɴᴋ sɪɢɴᴀʟ ʟᴏsᴛ.

[needylittlegirl]

anytime i stay up late and im not talking to anyone i feel like im a little cat that got locked out of a bedroom for knocking cups over so now im violently sticking my paws under the door

#there is two (2) people i want to talk to rn and i think theyre both asleep #idk why i wanna talk to them im just in a weird mood and ik talking to them would make me feel better #im sooo sleepy but i dont think sleeps comin anytime soon im gonna be so cranky tomorrow #tbd

[nolan-sims]

🍳💙✨️

#wip #tbd #simself #hoping to share this small set soon 🙏 #but for now #EGGIES #P.S. test files for these are on my patreon for anyone who's a subbed!

[fangbangrr]

mcr + stationary enjoyers/undead office girls…something coming your way soon :3

#my art #mcr #return era #shop update date TBD! but soon