#its really

[gerardwayspostnutclarity]

and this one's my favourite image

#inspiring

aaaaaaaand now i need to put my phone in rice

[arikakari]

so like on my way back from school we were sitting in the car and stuff

and y'know it was like forty three degrees in the afternoon

and the car was super hot

anyway so i had to put cream everywhere my skin touched the car :D

oh

i got those shade things that you put on the window and put the ac on full blast it helps a LOT

also am i crazy for saying summer here is my favourite season um

[sonnysimagination]

gahhh fuck @dennylachancerights fucked me over with this whole steve-scout thing goddammit so here you are

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“Hey, Steve?”

The living room’s mostly empty, just Barney, the old cat, lounging around on whatever clothes and blankets are lying about on the floor. He doesn’t look up from his nap when Scout enters, the screen door creaking and slamming behind her. 

She figures he’s got to be home by now, what with the fact that the sun’s down and all. But she doesn’t get an immediate response. 

“Steve?”

She waits, her eyes flicking around the mess she’s left unattended for at least a week now, making a mental note to pick it up, at some point. Just not now. She moves a few of her t-shirts and sits down, pouting. Where the hell is he?

He emerges a few moments later, wrapped in a towel, “Hm?”  He’s mostly dry, his hair sticking down to his forehead, shiny and clean. He smells faintly of roses. Scout always teases him for using girl shampoo, but at least he doesn’t reek of oil and cigarette smoke anymore.

“I need help.”

“Um…” He clicks his tongue a few times, glancing around, “You bleedin’?”

She shakes her head, “Just homework.”

“Can’t you ask Pony?”

“He’s gone, he’s got an away meet or somethin’.”

“Damn…can I get dressed?”

She nods, flashing him a brief and playful smile, “Please.”

He shakes his head and snorts as he disappears again down the short hallway and into his room. As he dresses, Scout lays her homework out on the table. Just a few sheets of chemistry and algebra, two classes she knows he’s already taken – her being a sophomore and him a senior. 

Barney wakes up and pads slowly into her lap. He settles down just as Steve reenters, dressed solely in jeans. His hair’s begun to air-dry, getting all frizzy like it does when it curls. She wishes he’d leave it like that sometimes, it looks better than his stupid slickback. She tells him all the time his forehead’s too damn big for him to go around without bangs. She would know.

“Alright, what’re we workin’ with?” He sits next to Scout, stretching out across the rest of the couch.

It’s rare they ever sit down like this. Sure, they’re both home pretty frequently, but usually just crossing paths, or barely missing one another on their ways in or out. They both seem to soak it in for a moment. For Steve, it’s nice to have someone else around. His dad’s unreliable, and likely passed out drunk somewhere in town. For Scout, it’s nice to have somewhere to live at all. She’s glad Steve doesn’t find her untidiness too unappealing. 

“Math, mostly. Pone’s real good at it, but I can’t figure it out,” She says, “I figure you gotta be good too, cause don’t the cars take math?”

“Sure, I mean, in their own way,” He says, sliding one of her papers towards himself, “But it ain’t like this. Don’t worry though, I had a three-point-five sophomore year.”

“Impressive.”

Steve smiles, “Thanks. Wasn’t hard,” He elbows her, “You can do it too, no problem.” But he stops short, head tilted as he stares at the paper.

In the top right corner, a little crooked and ever-so-slightly illegible, she’s written her name. No big deal, really. It’s just…

In the top right corner, he reads Scout Randle. With raised eyebrows, he points to her name and grins. “Interestin’ change there, missy.”

She just shrugs, “If we want the state to leave me alone, we gotta sell the whole ‘sibling’ thing real good. I meant to ask you before I did it, but I forgot.”

As she explains herself, his expression softens. Man, she hates it when he gets sappy like this. He only ever does it for her, and she can’t stand it. Can’t he get a grip? It ain’t that big of a deal. It was his idea they bunk together, anyway.

But it’s just one of those things Steve can’t wrap his mind around. Something about the way he went and practically picked a kid sister off the streets. Not like she’s much of a kid, but the sympathy’s still there. And Lord, is she short. She could pass for ten years old, in the right outfit. But that doesn’t matter. For once in his life, he feels what he’s sure Sodapop feels every time he looks at Ponyboy. 

He’s put together a fraction of a family. It’s nice, really.

“No worries,” He says, giving her a gentle, playful shove, “You can use it. I don’t mind.”

[dramabiscuit]

All three theerapanyakul brothers are traumatized but Kim is definitely the most emotionally constipated, dude can barely cry. And he got the most emotionally open boi for himself. What a match

[threi]

omegaverse is real

[hamsamwich23]

⚠️Tw: gr//ming and manipulation⚠️

The fact that Sonia claims that I was harassing her with my call-out post as well as the fact that she'll go and pretend I "turned against her" because I suddenly"hated her for no reason" is so fucking funny (more below)

When we were friends it wasn't like that at all, I never hated her until I realized what she did to me and many people around her. In fact I was in shock when I found out

before I knew about the fucked up shit she did, before I knew about the gross stuff she put in her aus and before I found out she's a fucking gr//mer, when she wasn't, y'know, manipulating me and making me isolate from people and when she wasn't guilt tripping me for stuff I couldn't even control...

She was my friend (or so I thought)

I loved talking to her and I loved hearing about her aus, almost every day we'd talk and I'd listen to her talk about her latest works and her artwork and her ideas

Because a lot of her au concepts were Interesting and fun to learn about, she seemed like a nice person for the most part....

Until I found out about some of them including nasty stuff as well as just, finding out she's a horrible person in general

I was emotionally (platonically) attached to her, which was part of why I was in denial about her grooming me.

I never hated her until now. I considered her one of my closest friends until I found out the truth. So no. This is not something I'm fucking doing out of "hate" or "spite"

I know you can see this Sonia. I know you're stalking my tumblr.

The only thing I really did was not finish something for her for a trade, but that was because she was shit talking me and I called her out on it, I deleted what she made me from my entire phone (I took screenshots of me deleting them). She went on a hiatus for months as well and I had no way to contact her for more information (starting in June) until after September of this year(I like having people active for me to talk to just in case I need answers for something), it was halfway done, over 800 words and I gave what I had to her before I blocked her. She complained that it took her ten minutes to do sketches, but at the same time she told me to take as much time as I needed, and I told her that if I was working too slow she could rush me if needed.

In fact, that was the only reason I didn't block her immediately. I was still working on the rough draft of it (it was a really long one shot, more of a short story), I wanted to keep my end of the deal before cutting her off (even though she literally fucking gr//med me) but I found it even harder to complete, working on it began to disgust me. I wrote over ten pages in the rough draft, I wanted to make it special, and then I find out she hurt me and so many others. If it weren't for my friend blocking her and Sonia running to me to complain about it and guilt trip me, I wouldn't have been able to block her yet. I still would have been stuck working on the stupid thing.

Sonia is just a disgusting person in general, she may be gone from tumblr but it doesn't mean anything. She needs to be held accountable for her actions. She still has a platform on instagram, a privated account, because she's aware that she's been caught.

And yet, this isn't even the most disgusting thing she's done. But I'm not going to get into that yet. Not here. I still don't feel safe knowing Sonia is stalking me still (come to my face instead of just watching me you fucking weirdo)

All I can say is block and report Sonia, avoid her at all costs. Do not harass her, and PLEASE Don't harass her partner. At all. Leave her partner alone

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

Cap. I completely understand the ask anxiety and wanting an out from it, and giving people that out.

I've written up paragraph long asks about how much I fuxking love some new chapter you wrote but then deleted it because I got anxious then just sent something like 'loved the chapter, great work, gay gay homosecual gay'

I get ask anxiety, but having anons on has far too many negatives to outweigh that. It's just not worth it.

I've seen the shit anons send you, and I decided to turn of anons on my blog, i did that a while ago. And i did this dispite my blog being fucking dead. The most interaction I get is Spartan rebloging some meme I also rebloged. I don't get shit for asks.

I understand that interaction is the lifeblood of authors. Seeing people interact with you and your work gets the serotonin a'flowin. But I cannot imagine that the joy of seeing a notification outweighs the disgust and sadness you get when you get a perverted dehumanizing, or just pure hate asks.

As a friendly mutual, I heavily advise you turn off anon. Seeing you super uncomfortable answering a weird anon ask feels bad and lowers the great vibes your blog normally has.

I'm a huge fan of you, Cap, and I want to see your blog become the wholesome lesbian shipping space you deserve.

ok e ill turn it off,, ;; th anke ;