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you can only reblog this if you're not racist

huge coming from the site who is so against black art that 'tumblr users are afraid of rap' has been a meme for the best part of a decade. You know that yall are 4channers with pronouns right?

lesvegas

addendum: you can only reblog this if you're not racist part 2

slowavesloth

#hmmmm #cool #air #flow of air #nice

Today is my Birthday, and I kinda hate how my family indirectly shames me for not planning stuff or having ideas on what to do exactly at that moment, it's a bit frustrating like I thought this was supposed to be my day or something?

What if in my birthday I just want to be isolated on my room and sleep all day? What if I don't want a cake because I don't like it, why should my birthday be about other people? Why exactly should I care about my birthday thaaat much?

It was never something that special, but now that I have to deal with then suddenly is the most special thing I should care for in my life?

#life stuff #family #birthday #I hate social norms

frogpropaganda

Petition to protect @demaparbat-hp with a big sword.

titsay

I love coffee so much, makes the heart go boom and swishes my problems away

blondphobic

when you see a post mischaracterizing zuko that is so bad 100% absolute garbage of a take that you start questioning your sanity because there’s no way you and that person watched the same show so or I’m crazy or this person is

but then you realise they’re an azula stan so it’s just another thursday on tumblrdotcom

#sometimes they're antiZK #and that gets so harsh #that they start to hate on zuko as a concept #making up stuff thats just not true??#like I saw someone legit call zuko a rapist #im sorry what? did we even watch he same show

I can still recall, our last summer

gracefuldisasters

Conversations in Italian, circa 1976-1996

Should I make more of these? They're so fun XD

fotibrit

tony requests to be sedated for dental work because he gets flashbacks of that hot coal hovering near Yinsens mouth and his jaw held open

fotibrit

also seperately tony requests that the sedative be administered while he’s standing even tho he’s BOUND to fucking collapse bc he can’t stand laying down staring up at someone paralyzing him while the fear and adrenaline mix in him. Hes already having cave flashbacks, he doesn’t need obie ones.

Meanwhile, Peter cannot stand needlessly pricks. They send his senses into overdrive searching for the danger that’s invaded, not caring that the danger is helping him. The panic and adrenaline without anything to focus them on hurt worse than the unmedicated procedure.

But Tony couldn’t stand for Peter bearing the pain without relief, so he found something to help. Usually he’d build something to help, but this time he already had something useful made.

His own nightmare goggles. He made them long ago after waking up in a panic yet again, searching for a danger that’s only existed in his dreams. He’d learned that the sudden jerk from dream to reality was the most painful part, so he built goggles. They can (somehow) identify the nightmare he’s having, and they identify when he wakes up. When he wakes up, he’s wearing goggles that show him the nightmare being rectified. They help the transition from danger to safe be more smooth. He can later watch over the footage of what the goggles showed him so that he can work through the latest trauma.

He gives the nightmare goggles to Peter, calibrated to show him those dangers his body can sense internally but can do nothing about. The goggles show him something dangerous but calming, something that doesn’t invalidate the spider-sense but also doesn’t panic him. The goggles help give his brain and senses something to focus on. Something to work toward, so that he can bear the needles and benefit from their relief.

But Tony forgot something, forgot something important. He forgot to stop the goggles recording.

So when Tony goes to check his OWN nightmare logs, he’s sees Peter’s. He sees what the goggles identified as a calming scenario. He finds out that Peter’s imagined relief involved Peter’s own heartbeat slowing to a crawl.

Tony’s own nightmares involve Peter dying alone, but that same scene calms Peter.

He has no idea what to do with that information other than despair.

birds-0fprey

The scene starts with a dimly-lit, dingy bathroom. The space is familiar, but the perspective isn’t—it’s playing out from the blurry eyes of a child, one that seemed far too small, physically speaking, to be between the ages of thirteen and fourteen. There’s a small body, thin and pale as a fresh corpse, wedged between the toilet and a bathtub. He just barely fits into the space: it doesn’t seem possible, but the boy has so little fat and muscle mass on his body that his limbs and bones fit closely to each other like puzzle pieces. A few feet away there is a pair of glasses, discarded and forgotten—the likely source of the visual distortion.

Retching. Sobs and sniffles. Groans and whimpers of pain. All muffled, silenced by the boy and his crushing sense of fear; the terror of being found out. He’s cowering just as much as he is clinging to this space for safety. No words are spoken out loud, but the scene evokes a specific, acute sense of agony to anyone watching it: it’s a quiet, unnameable suffering that stretches on for only a few minutes, for Tony, but what must have been hours for Peter.

The sound of an opening door, followed by two distinct voices. A feminine tone that sounds suspiciously like May, and a deeper, masculine cadence that is unfamiliar. They’re having a normal conversation: discussing work, what they’re going to have for dinner, what they need to get done over the weekend. The topic shifts to Peter, and both go silent.

There’s footsteps, approaching. A knock on a door, but not the one to the bathroom Peter is currently bunkered into. The man is calling out Peter’s name—once, twice. He tries again, sounding aggravated at first, and then worried. Finally, he walks away, speaking to May in a sincerely disappointed—even a bit defeated—whisper.

“I just don’t know what to do, May. He doesn’t listen to me.”

“He’s a growing boy, dear. You know how they are. Peter will come around, he loves you.”

“I know. I just wish he would open up more. It feels like he’s always getting in trouble, and no matter what we do, we can’t reach him. I understand that we’ll never be Richard and Mary, but—“

A sigh.

“Just leave him alone, Ben. He’s probably tired from that field trip he went on today.”

The voices fade, and the footfalls grow distant as both figures travel to the other end of the apartment. And, at last, the simulation pings.

Idealized calming scenario identified. Initializing sequence. . .

The figures do not return. No one comes barging in to save the day. Peter is not found where he is.

The clattering of dishes and distant laughter can be made out, and slowly, the noises of Peter’s suffering taper out. His ragged breathing slows, and he closes his eyes for a final time. His breathing stops, followed shortly by his racing heart stuttering out of existence.

The recording ends.

ahmnorhein-zkn

Repost, now do your honors.

onedollopofsourcream

who is your favorite member of the gaang?

aang

katara

sokka

suki

toph

zuko

momo

appa

Voting ended onJun 15

please reblog if you answer so we can get a wider range of answers.

Just watched the TDAC ending and... wow... it was actually amazing, like genuinely

(This won't have spoilers btw)

I think not only was it good but like the community?? It was so genuine? Everyone was respectful on the cinema, we laughed, we cried we sang together, we took pictures after the movie... it was actually so heart warming