I WANT TO SCROLL THROUGH TUMBLR BUT THE WI-FI IS HORRENDOUS

for college i want to start making chimera plushies but i cant stand the idea of cutting up a plushie..

ITS THE PEOPLE WHO TEACH YOU HOW TO DO SOMETHING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND RATHER THEN JUST TELL YOU THE ANSWER

is it weird that i watch sex scenes in stuff like bridgerton and it’s all loving and stuff and i just feel gross but i watch sex scenes that are just hot and dirty and i’m fine with it (coming from an asexual if that makes a difference)

i would be the same if i didn’t watch things with sex scenes mainly with other people (not in a weird way i just don’t watch a lot of stuff by myself). i’m fine reading i just feel all gross watching a loving sex scene. i’m fine with scenes of stuff like quickies, or one night stands - no being all lovey-dovey abt it. but ik what you mean abt never having your books checked lmao

is it weird that i watch sex scenes in stuff like bridgerton and it’s all loving and stuff and i just feel gross but i watch sex scenes that are just hot and dirty and i’m fine with it (coming from an asexual if that makes a difference)

last chance to evacuate

as you may know, israel has begun its ground operation in rafah. they dropped leaflets last night ordering people to evacuate, and bombing in east rafah has already begun.

The border is about to become unreachable.

Rafah is trapped.

We have literal hours until no-one, all the GoFundMe's you've scrolled past, all the people desperately begging on TikTok, will be able to escape.

Give now. Give whatever you can.

I am fundraising for the Odeh family, which is only 3k away from meeting its goal.

you will not get another chance.

GIVE HERE

I literally only realised the other day that being called names such as ‘whore’ and being called lazy and fat often by my stepfather is not okay

And that when he’s calling me something I don’t like and I ask him to stop he says he won’t because ‘he can do what he wants because he’s an adult’

I didn’t realise for a long time that wasn’t okay

It's always infuriated me hearing people say that children have it easy. It's only gotten worse as I've gotten older and have been able to reflect on my childhood and see the children around me grow up.

They do not have it easy. They don't get a say in most important things. They're seen is unintelligent, yet expected to understand things that full grown adults struggle with.

They've got a job, which is school, that is actually proven to not be working for a lot of them; myself included. They're expected to sit still and in silence for at least forty minutes at a time, and those with ADHD are treated as though they're immature and lazy because they often physically can't do it.

Far too many of them have abusive parents that lie through their teeth to make people think everything is fine, and of course, who would believe the child over the parent?

Aspects of abuse has been normalised. Parents are sympathised with when children open up about the things they've gone through, especially if they're not physical. They're told that their parents are only doing this because they love them, or that the child needs to start seeing things from their point of view. Meanwhile, adults can freely complain about their children on public forums and to friends and family and get away with it because "it's hard being a parent".

Fuck off and do better.

DNI Believers of narcissistic/borderline/anti-social/histrionic abuse.

i feel called out, i don’t like this

ID in alt

HENSMFJSNDNSN????

Sally names Percy for the happy ending she hopes he’ll get. she spends hours researching demigods and their ends. Heracles, poisoned and given immortality as a leash. Bellerophon, revered for his deeds and killed for his hubris. Achilles, feared by all yet slain in battle. none of those would be her boy. She names him Perseus, for his successes and his long life, and she hopes it will help protect him, this name.

Percy is thirteen, recently returned from his first week at Camp, when Sally calls him by his full name. what had caused it, she can't remember. all she can remember is her strict, "Perseus Jackson––" and her son's poorly hidden, full-bodied flinch.

Sally knew––gods, she knew––that he would face hardships. she knew he would have to learn to fight, to protect himself, to kill––but that knowledge hadn't been enough to dim her hope. it was that flinch, that fear that he'd quickly cleared from his eyes at hearing his own name, that started to eat away at her hope like rot.