Bbg I’ll Help You Hide The Body Then Be On My Knees In The Passenger Seat

A Palestinian journalist pays tribute to his little boy who was just murdered by 'Israel'.

P LE ASE

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

Fandom Etiquette

I’ve been around for a really long time in various fandoms, and no one ever writes this stuff down. I’ll start. Please add to the list. We can’t expect people to follow “rules” they don’t know exist. 

written with the help of @unbreakablejemmasimmons

Fanart

if you like something, reblog it. Help the artist get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you. 

if you want more of it, support it. This can be via commissions, reblogs, recommending the artist to other people, shouting in the tags, or sending the artist asks/messages. 

if you hate it, keep scrolling. Keep the hate in a message window with a friend, not in the artist’s notes. 

if you want to use it, ask permission. Artwork is beautiful and you want to show it off. But please ask the artist before you throw it into your header or your icon. 

if you use it, give credit. And not just a post where you say “Do you like my new icon? X made it!”. Put it in your blog description, that way when someone rolls around your blog three months from now, they also know where your icon/header came from. 

Fanfic

if you like something, reblog it. Help the author get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you.

if you want more of it, support it. Kudos are fine, but if you want more of the thing you like, you should comment. Subscribe to the story or the author. Send them a message about how much you like what they wrote. 

if you read it, kudos it. Or give it a thumbs up. And this is just if you managed to get all the way to the end. If you finished the story and you actually liked it? Comment and reblog. 

don’t demand content. Be patient. Stories take time. You can encourage without being demanding. Show your love for what’s there without telling them to post more often. 

be gentle with criticism. Some people want it and some people run away from it. If you don’t know what type of person the author is, it’s best not to go there. “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything.”

Fandom

ship and let ship. You love your ship and other people love theirs. No one needs to “win” when we’re all going to end up in tears anyway. 

if you hate it, stay out of the tag. This has two meanings: 1) don’t deliberately put hateful commentary in a tag and 2) if you  hate a tag, don’t go and read through that tag just to make yourself angry

if someone makes you something, appreciate it. Read and comment the fic. Like and reblog the artwork. Pimp it out and tell them how much you loved it. It’s a gift, treat it like one. 

if it’s a gift, put some effort into it. You signed up for that exchange three months ago and now it’s a week before you have to send the gift and you don’t have the time or the inclination to do the thing. Well too bad. Someone out there has been working hard in your gift, so you should do the same for them. 

none of us are “better” than anyone else. We’re all trash for our particular show/film/book/ship/artist/what-have-you. My fave is no better than yours and yours is no better than mine. 

actors are not their characters. They are people. Treat them like people. 

Bryon= bold    Mark= Slanted

may be a bit OOC

Mark Jennings x Bryon Douglas

Does growing up have to mean growing apart?

no. Bryon wasnt going to accept that.Hes known Mark for pretty much his whole life, and as he stood there,looking at the self-destructive boy in front of him, he knew he couldn't let anyone take him away. "..Bryon..? C'mon man, say something." Bryon came close to Mark, close enough to make out the details on his face. Hes never really got this good of a look at Mark, freckles scattered along the bridge of his nose, dark blue eyes that had little details of purple outlining the pupil. He really was beautiful..Bryons always acknowledge this, but was never able to truly absorb it. "M&M...H-Hes sick- well...he had a bad trip and- fuck Mark." Bryon inhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I didnt sell him anything. Bryon, think here man, this is me we're talking' bout- I'm reckless sometimes, but I'm not gunna sell something that fucking serious to a minor!" Mark had a look on his face, Bryon couldnt quite place it though it looked similar to a panicked expression..desperate almost. "Hes really messed up,Mark.." Mark looked away for a second, then back at Bryon."Yeah..?" "Yeah." Bryon replied. Mark walked off after a second and sat on the couch, head in his hands. Bryon waited for Mark to say something- anything. Hed take anything at all, things got to quiet. Eventually Mark looked up, eyes rimmed with red- a look Bryon hardly sees on his friend. "..Mark?" Mark shook his head for a couple seconds, hands clasped together near his head with his elbows resting on his knees. "You aint gunna say anything, r-right? I mean, you- fuck, you can't..!" Mark was really starting to panicn ow, and frankly it scared the hell out of Bryon. This is something he wasnt used to. Even in the hardest situations, Mark was calm. He was calm to the point that it was frighting. "I can. Jesus man, I should! M&M is messed up! Hes in the hospital, and might never be the same again! Cathys freaking out, desperate for a solution! And now I'm in the position where I might have to rat out my bestfriend!" Bryon was raising his voice now, he was pissed. Though weirdly enough, Cathy wasnt his focus right now. He wasnt thinking about how upset she was. He was thinking about the minor in the hospital, and ruining any history he ever had with the person he loved. It was all to much. "I wanted to help pay for things! Your mom and you have so much responsibility and do so much for me! I wanted to repay you guys, I cant live off you two forever! And with my police record, people wont hire me!" Mark stood up abruptly, face red and stained from the tears and frustration. Bryon was starting to see red, worry and anger taking over and the next thing he knew, Mark was on the floor holding his now cut and bruising cheek. Mark looked shocked almost, they've play faught before and wrestled but neither of them ever snapped at the other like Bryon just did. "I want you to listen to me Mark, really listen." He knelt down so he was at Marks level. "I'm not gunna turn you in-" A brief look crossed Marks face, until- "But. ...If you ever pull something like this again, Ill knock your teeth out. Think of it as a love tap." Bryon tried to give a light smile, trying to soften the blow of the threat."Youre the one damn person who has always been there. Ive known you too damn long, and been so damn close with you for every moment of my life so far. I'm not willing to end what we have any time soon...I'll get ya a job man, kay? We'll figure something out.."Mark swallowed the lump in his throat, breathing in a shaky breath and laying on the floor, with a sigh and nod of defeat. "Fuck man,I didnt mean for it to get like this.." Bryon nodded and sat down,pulling Mark up gently by his shirt, "..I know buddy..I know." He patted Marks shoulder, and at some point or another- he didnt even realize for a bit- he had Mark in a hug, holding him close to his chest. They have never been this physically close together before-hell, Mark was practically on Bryons lap. After a long while, Marks breathing eventually calmed down and he was slack in Bryons arms. He wasnt asleep, Bryon could tell, but he was relaxed now. Things were smoothing over. It got too (AN: to? I'm not good with my too/to's) quiet for Bryon, so he ended up taking a risk and saying something he now realizes was quite a dangerous risk to take. "...I love you.." Mark didnt say anything for a bit, nor did he move...but eventually, he slid his hand into Bryons hair,gripping it slightly- almost like it was a lifeline for the slipping boy- and said into the crook of Bryons neck, "I love you too.."

Can someone pleeeease write me some ‘That was then this is now’ fanfics??

Like, dudes..breath, take a break..put down the iced coffee and drink some fricken water

REBLOG IF YOU DON’T MIND WRITERS TAKING TIME OFF FOR THEIR MENTAL HEALTH

When I used to be the designated mom friend of the group

fuuuuck that is my circus. are those…? yep… those are my monkeys….. goddammit.

That shit hurted

“why do you think people project so hard onto the losers club?” trauma and the fantasy of having a ride or die group of friends next question

I’m coping tremendously- I’m hot as fuck and my wife is a bad bitch

.. she’s also dead but we’re pretending that didn’t happen

You suddenly switch bodies with your icon. On a scale of 1 to 10, (10 being the highest value) how well are you coping with that change?