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Leff
“You look terrible,” she said. He could only harrumph softly in response. “Thanks,” he muttered. “Good morning to you too.” “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” She stood from her seat at the dining table. With the aid of her long limbs, she quickly stood before him. A gentle hand on the side of his cheek angled his face. “Have you been getting any sleep lately?” “What’s sleep?” he deadpanned, jokingly of course. His own hand lifted up to wrap around her wrist. “I’m fine,” he said. “Just been a tiring few days.” She frowned at him. Clearly in disbelief. He didn’t blame her. Not only was he terrible at lying, but they’d had also been stuck in quarantine for the past few weeks. He goes to his meetings without pants on. “Quarantine is tiring,” he said in response to the thought that is no doubt ringing in her head. “Very stressing.” “That’s true.” She twisted her wrist out of his grasp. “What’s not true is your excuse to why you haven’t been sleeping.” “I have been,” he protested. A hand lifted up to rub at the bridge of his nose. “Maybe that’s the problem,” he muttered. “Pardon?” He sighed and dropped his hand. Her worried face made him pause - made his gaze soften slightly. “I’ve been having...” he trailed off. “Nightmares?” She raised an eyebrow. “Is that a question?” He rolled his eyes and pushed past her. “Shut up,” he muttered. With a sigh, he made his way towards the sofas - flopping down on the soft cream cushions. “I think I’ve been having nightmares,” he muttered. “But I can’t remember what they are, most of the time.” The cushion beneath him dipped downwards slightly as she joined him. A frown was sketched into the features of her face - accompanied by a pair of furrowed eyebrows. “How do you know they’re nightmares if you can’t remember them?” she tilted her head, leaning her chin on her fist. “Mostly from the...vibe?” he tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing. “I woke up feeling like I just had a nightmare, so...” She leaned back, sinking underneath the cushions. Her eyes - deep in thought - stared right through him. “You really can’t remember anything?” she asked again. He sighed and glanced away. “Not really,” he muttered. His eyebrows furrowed in thought. “I remember it was....really, really bright?” “Bright?” she prodded. Slowly, his head dipped up and down in a nod. “Really, really bright...” He leaned against the sofa, tilting his head upwards in thought. “And it was...loud.” Suddenly then, he winced. A light pain stabbed into the side of his temple - a feeling he shook off. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” he breathed out a sharp breath. Blinked a few times. “Small headache. Anyway, there was...a sort of table-” He can see it in his mind’s eye now. A table so dark it contrasted with the pure white surroundings. Except- “-it wasn’t a table.” He held his hands out, staring at them. His vision blurred slightly with the raging headache. “It was a hole...in a shape of a table.” “A hole in the shape of a table?” She sounded amused now. He didn’t blame her. He snickered softly himself. “Uh huh, so I leaned over to look in it-” -and then? What happened after that? Why can’t he remember. Dark tendrils unfurling. Why was there a hole shaped like a table? Clicking sounds. A high-pitched growl. Why was he talking about this? Slimy, boney hands. His head. Hurt. She leapt off the sofa with a screech. Her heart hammered in her throat. Her fear made it hard to think as- She watched as his head jerked back violently. Watched in horror as the skull split in two. Watched as some thing- -crawled out of the gaping hole in his skull. It growled as it fell to the ground. A high-pitched sound that made her ears ring. Tendrils unfurled from its back. A being. Of nightmares. It had no head. It had no definitive shape. It kept changing and shifting- Yet somehow she knew the exact moment it’s focus landed on her. Because it, then, smiled.
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The brightest sunlight.
“Oooooooooh,” they smiled - a bright thing to shine on their face. I couldn’t help but notice the way their lips curled upwards, the way their eyes shine and the wrinkles in their face. Couldn’t help but notice how dazzling they look when they smile. I’m looking at them again. They’re smiling again - their lips are curled into a happy curve and the warmth in their gaze as they look at me is enough to start a fire. They’re chuckling - their shoulders shaking softly, the sound like a gentle rhythm to my ears. I opened my eyes, slowly. Blinked away the sleep from them a few times. I see their face, just a few inches away from mine. A sleepy murmur slipped past their lips - and I couldn’t help but chuckle fondly. But then, impossibly, they smiled in their sleep. Then, impossibly, they chuckled. Another sleepy murmur slipped by them; a nonsensical, ridiculous, beautiful sound. They’re laughing. I made them laugh. Their face is lit up like a thousand sunlights. The sound of their laughter filled the air like a thousand melodies. The warmth - the shining warmth - in their eyes made me melt to their very core. I was a candle in their fire and I was relishing every minute of it.
They have their arms wrapped around me. I have my arms wrapped around them. Our foreheads are pressed together - the closeness of them with me and me with them and us together and we.
“I love you,” they murmur to me. I chuckle.
comparable should NOT be pronounced like that
losing my mind at how Mandalorian Grogu would be the shortest Mandalorian ever
like full grown Yoda was like what, barely waist high? You’re just chilling in the cantina when you hear a blaster click behind you, and you hear a monotone “I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold,” and you turn around just to see this small ass mf holding you at gun point
ever just liked on a post so fast you accidentally clicked twice and ends up unliking it?
and then realizing you messed up and quickly clicking like again except you clicked too fast and then you unliked it-
and then you try and like it again except you-
in this house, we set fire to the transphobes and use them as fuel for the winter
Alright boys, girls, and pals in between or none the like.
My friend Cydney’s teacher believed THIS was ok to put up. It’s transphobic as fuck, and the schools gone into a whole riot about it. People are getting horrifically upset about her. Her girlfriend’s brother is trans, and both are getting hurt by this poster.
NOW despite the fact like half the school is arguing against it, their teacher STILL will not tear it down. She believes this shit is ok. Cydney tells me they’re are now debating on trying to get this on the news.
Now I, someone who is a transmasc nonbinary student, along with all of the friends she told this too, are LIVID about it. And I told her I’m posting this on Tumblr.
PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ARE AGAINST THIS POSTER SO WE CAN SHOVE THE NOTES IN THE TEACHERS F A C E.
i feel like tumblr would really benefit using tone indicators. a lot of people may use them, but i havent seen a lot of it! as a neurodivergent, it helps us understand the tone of what you're saying. sometimes it's hard to tell whether you're actually mad, or it's just lighthearted, or if you're being sarcastic!
here's a chart of tone indicators if you're interested in using them:
also: please do not use any of these as a joke. do not put /srs if you are not being serious. these tone indicators are supposed to be helping neurodivergents and neurotypicals alike.
EDIT:
I'm seeing a lot of people who are nd commenting which makes me super happy! Some notes I think are good to add to this post:
Some neurodivergents find these to be infantilizing. There is nothing wrong with adding these indicators to a public post- but when having a private text conversation it would be best to ask if the person is okay with tone indicators being used!
Please do not put tone indicators in tags! They dissappear when the post is reblogged.
And here's some notes added by myself:
I put these on here because I want to help; I don't intend to makes fools of the nd community at all.
Some people are saying that it would be too hard to remember all of them- you don't have to! I really do suggest saving the list and referring back to it when necessary. You can also just search it up or ask the person to clarify!
All tone indicators are useful. While yes, some neurodivergents don't think there needs to be so many, it can still be helpful. I find all of these indicators to be helpful to myself. Saying that the nd community only needs a select few is generalizing. There should be no problem with adding other tone indicators when they are more fitting!
PETITION HERE
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