you can’t all be puppies one of you has to be an anteater or something
Five year olds in the playground
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you can’t all be puppies one of you has to be an anteater or something
Five year olds in the playground
they should make dracula daily but for homestuck. drop the very first update on 4/13/2025 and then re-release all updates with a 16 year delay to the original publishing dates. which means that yes, the final update would be posted in 2032. this is not a good idea but someone should do it anyway
i think this moment with the look on adora's face might elicit the most relatable sense of how very vulnerable & scared adora actually is here, despite her underlying conditioning pushing her to refuse any notion of stopping.
the way adora looks at catra when she reaches out to her -- the way her face instantly falls to a brief expression of sadness & fear that shifts the split second after posed with catra's quiet reminder that they had to go & get to the heart.
it's exactly where adora had secretly longed to be through so much for so long -- with catra at her side, protecting each other like they once did. a secret i think she spent a long time tryna keep even herself from finding out. but it's crystal clear in the heart-wrenching gaze she turns on catra here, a mix of disbelief & relief at the very fact catra's there. that she came back.
she's gonna be the one with her. she's gonna take her to the heart.
and she's not leaving.
not now.
not ever again.
<3
Making friends at the yarn show 🐑🐈
wish i was a fish, no school no work no taxes no social obligations just swim swim
fish literally live in schools
okay one school
Hello, as you know we have returned to genocide, death and destruction... martyrs are everywhere, there is no security... today is supposed to be a day of joy and happiness and people visit each other to celebrate and not to mourn and offer condolences for the loss of their loved ones.😔
No food or drink and the crossing is closed... Eid al-Fitr is a holiday for exchanging gifts and giving children money but the situation is extremely difficult.😔😢
miss the days when comic book chapters would have obscenely whack poses for chapter covers with fun, tacky outfits so I drew my fav lesbians to scratch that itch
the girl I like when I leave her on read for 10 mins
me trying to spell "gorgeus"
*Scrolls past*
*reluctant sigh*
*scrolls back up*
*rebogs*
i don't know how you post-as-you-go long fic writers do it because i just went back 50,000 words and retconned all of chapter 2 in a 25+ chapter fic and i sure as fuck couldn't have done it if i were publishing it chapter by chapter.
Except that you can. I've gone back and fixed things in previous chapters. I'm gonna do it for one of my incomplete docs here shortly because I madeup a street name in a game and realized just now that there is an actual name for it.
If you're using AO3 it is meant to be a living archive. That means the fic doesn't have to stay perfectly the same since the day you post it. I make grammatical or small word changes to my fic all the time when I go back and read them for fun. Teeny stuff.
But big changes are okay too. Adding in some foreshadowing. Removing a paragraph that no longer makes sense. Make a note to your audience if you think you should or just don't address it whichever. Some people may act like these kinds of changes are bad. But it's your work. It should look how you want it.
And it's genuinely a thing that happens in real publishing too. There are cases where authors on second or third reprints will change some things.
this might be one of the worst things anyones ever said to me
tumblr has some competition in the hate mail game
unfortunately to be a good and valuable member of your community you’re going to have to get used to a certain amount of unpleasant sensory inputs. like, you simply cannot expect to control every aspect of the world around you and still somehow be a tolerant and poverty-focused leftist
“getting used to” might mean you have to prepare yourself before entering certain situations but it also means not entering them sometimes. your community contains people who talk loudly to themselves or even hit themselves, aren’t always fully dressed, use drugs openly, shit on the sidewalk, spit and have teeth rotting out of their mouth. there are people in your community that are just plain fucking rude, and you don’t have to be their friend, but you do have to care if they live or die and most importantly not fucking call the cops on them.
sometimes you, my darlings, are going to have to exit a situation if you can’t handle the other person and that will be a community conscious act. we must learn to exist alongside unpleasant ppl and experiences there’s no point to any of this if we don’t!!
When everything is embarrassing, that’s a sign that your passion is waking up, and it wants more. Your desire is a tender sprout that wants more water, more sunshine. It wants you to give up on SEEMING happy and in control and to start FEELING joy instead, even when it feels a little too big, even when it makes you cry, even when it forces you to question where you are and why.
Passion and desire and shame and sadness don’t signal that you have to change everything immediately, though. These are sensations that don’t require solutions. Your primary job, in the face of renewed lust for life, is to tolerate the shame of joy.
Because embarrassment is sometimes just a sign that you’ve never lived out in the open before, you’ve never cared more about a feeling than you care about how you’re coming across, you’ve never prioritized happiness over control.
This is why it’s good to take risks that might embarrass you regularly. Because every time you dare to embarrass yourself for the sake of who you are, you’re teaching your body to prioritize joy. You’re teaching yourself to let go of seeming better than the things you love. You’re showing yourself how to feel where you are — to soak in the cool fall air, to breathe in the moon, to love every lopsided moment of your glorious, flawed life.
I Worried, Mary Oliver
My name is Hashem from Gaza. I am 32 years old and my wife, Samar, is 27 years old. We have a child born in the eighth month of pregnancy. His mother was premature because of my wife's fear of war. My large family consists of 8 members: my father, mother, four male brothers and 2 females. My father died in the war due to a lack of medicine in hospitals as a result of the fierce war on Gaza.
My story began when we were displaced from our home in northern Gaza in mid-October 2023 after a letter threatening eviction, and then the house was targeted and destroyed. Between this Exodus and the current fifth Exodus there are many stories and sufferings.
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The second monster logo has to be pink so no one thinks that hes gay
Cosmo and Wanda
Never talk to me or my children ever again.