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Genderfluid Shapeshifting?????

Hi!! So I think that I'm Genderfluid (I've been going with this label for like 5+ months, and have been using fluid gender labels for a long time before tthattt) And recently I started to realize that my face.. Changes...

So uh.. Most people know how boy's faces and girl's faces look different, right? My face can be one or the other, both at the same time, neither, or a combination. And it's not just my bias from already knowing my gender, since one of my friends had brought it up to me before (Boy day, and she had forced me to do a little photoshoot thing for her, and she had braided my hair, but the braid wasn't visible with how i had my head turned and stuff, and she had told me, "Move your braid! You look like a little boy!!" And um.. Boy day so in the end she did have forcefully move my hair, but wtvv) and then just recently I asked a different friend what gender my face looked like on an Agender day. He said Agender.

Is this just a thing that happens?? Other fluid gender people or flux gender people, please tell me if you've noticed stuff like this??? Does your face just.. Change to match ur Gender??? Please helpp =(

I HANEBFBENF SNSFJBFFNFKGKGNHHHH I WANT TO PLAY SOME OF THE SONIC GAMES LIKE- LIKE ANYTHING PLEASE HELP ME IM BROKE I CANT BUY SHAT 😭😭😭😭

Can some tumblr veterans explain to me how I put links in words? Like for comics; some will have “first/previous/next” and once you tap or click on it then it will take you to the pages you clicked on, does anyone know what I’m talking about??? And if so then please help me figure it out TnT

HELP ME?!

SOMEONE JUST HACKED MY TWITTER ACCOUNT. WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL TWITTER??

I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. IF Y’ALL HAVE TWITTER PLEASE REPORT IT. THE ACCOUNT IS Imnotcjbish

They changed the name to LYAR.ETH

UGH PLEASE REPORT IT

Okay, so I want to go into animation, but idk good animation apps for the phone or ipad… anyone got suggestions?

everyone in the dungeon Meshi fandom's talking about how Senshi appears in their dreams and encourages them to cook healthy food, meanwhile I'm stuck here with Laios' intrusive thoughts about how cool it would be to eat a monster (possibly a leviathan but shhh) and analyse how it would taste.

I may be curious, but if you know me, no I'm not.

You know your hyperfixation is hitting hard when you can take a screenshot of your Pinterest page and everything is covered in it.

Guys I wasn't kidding

I have one very specific idea that I have written down. It pretty similar to the Zelda and Tunic with the hero cycle, but the hero is not treated like person but like weapon made specifically to kill the supposed "evil".

Each time I remember about it my brain is getting too close to the meltdown button, its like being blasted with giant creativity blast that does nothing but gives me visions of that idea. I cant even make out anything specific besides the vibe and little details.

I have so much unfiltered emotions in my head that usually happen when I think about some characters, but now they're so unspecific that I cant pin them to any character.

Good lord, doomed yaoi with Lololoshka, what are you doing to me.

Kyle, Kondrat and Dorzo chilling, walking in some mall, and Kyle notices an anime shop and runs off to it. The other two join him in looking around.

Dorzo notices a merch with his favorite anime/idol and starts showing it to others. He buys a treat from an anime (something like Sukuna's finger) and explains the lore and characters from that anime an why he thinks its cool. And he opens it and it looks like shit and nothing like the original.

Dorzo's disappointed but the other two are laughing their heads off.

Eeeeeee, Biohazards in the grandfest outfits.

My rumbblings under the cut

I honestly gonna say that I will probably change design of Connie(what the fuck your face looks like) and maybe Mizu(I think I like her hair). I like an idea of their shell being like a hat or a hair cloth (idk if that's even a word), covering their eyes, but I just cant make it look right.

Everyone else turned out good and I like how I drew them, especially Ayunna, she looks really cool.

Fun fact, now Mizu don't have to borrow anyones clothing, 'cus they have their own now! Ayunna def helped her choose something so that she won't only buy things that look like octarian uniform.

I had so much thoughts about them but now my head is empty.

They're team future btw

YouTube just got banned in my country.

R.I.P. YouTube ig

I haven't listened to my playlist for a long time actually so it can get weird.

I don't know how to play this game

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

"... , a new rock band formed in Inkopolis' suburbs by various poisonous sea creatures. Recently they picked up a new mysterious member and their popularity rose up. They make melancholic music without any musical education.

Tsuretsu - sea urchin with sharp tongue. Plays drums with his spikes, a new trend that arose within the spiky community. Rumors say that a year gap between recent albums was because of his alcoholism. His catchy voice will be as hard to get out of your head as getting his spikes from your skin.

Ayunna - read lionfish with a talent for guitar. She used to live in the chaos city, Splastvile. Her charming rhymes will leave you as breathless as her poison. The most beautiful of the band.

Connie - a shy cone snail from the southern region. They don't talk much and their vocals are never heard in any song, but their synth carries melodies from their homeland. No one knows how their face looks like. Their kiss would kill instantly.

Mizu - an inkling with a past unknown to us. She recently joined to the band and it improved significantly since that. We don't know about them much but looks like they either have a skin disease or they are somehow related to a recently returned DJ, Deadfish."

A piece from an article about indie bands in Inkadia.

I'm already loosing it.

My sanity bar is at -500 I think

Every second that I'm looking at him I lose 50 points of my sanity.

Hello

Please help me share my family's campaign.

🙏🇵🇸🇵🇸 ..

PLEASE SHARE HIS FAMILY CAMPAIGN!!!

Hi everyone

I would like to say that if you have any Palestinian links for donations and stuff send them to me so I can send them around and post them so more people can share and donate to them!

I STAND WITH PALESTINE LETS GET THEM THE HELP THEY REALLY NEED LETS GET THE WORD AROUND LETS POST THE DONATIONS LETS KEEP TALKING ABOUT IT UNTIL THEY ARE FREE

Hi everyone

I would like to say that if you have any Palestinian links for donations and stuff send them to me so I can send them around and post them so more people can share and donate to them!

I STAND WITH PALESTINE LETS GET THEM THE HELP THEY REALLY NEED LETS GET THE WORD AROUND LETS POST THE DONATIONS LETS KEEP TALKING ABOUT IT UNTIL THEY ARE FREE

Hello

I hope you're doing well

It's Nura from Gaza.. i would ask you something if you can help and if it's ok with you..

I have a donation campaign to rebuild our home after we lost everything we have in the genocide, we're 8 members in my family, and we're displaced in a shelter now..

The donations can also help us Meet our life requirements in those hard days

You can read the rest of my story in the link..

I hope you can help me by share my campaign or my posts

Thank you for your time

Direct donation link by PayPal

https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/AhedAklouk

Campaign link

https://gofund.me/481df907

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1.I trust this message is finding you in good health. That is why I am getting in contact with you being as humble as possible asking for help. My situation can be described as alarming. I am a female, 34 years old, living in a tent in Gaza, I have two children and I hope you know the current situation very well in Gaza. I have lived with type 2 diabetes since my early childhood age and I still require urgent insulin and medical attention: I have not had access to any health attention for the last two months, although I am a pregnant woman with type 2 diabetes.

2.I feel like am fighting for my life every single day. I am afraid if I don't receive insulin injection and medical attention I might go to coma, and I don't know the state i will leave my young kids. A times I feel like there is no one in the entire world who can help me, but I know that you are there for me. Anyway, I have struggled a lot and hope well-wishers can come through for me.

3.I have created a fundraising appeal to help purchase insulin, go for medical checkups, and buy all-important drugs. Any amount will be much appreciated, and they will go a long way in changing my life. Kindly click on my donation link(DONATE TO HELP DIANA SEEK MEDICAL ATTENTION AND BUY INSULIN) to chip in my medical fund. It would also be nice if you can share this message and extend your get well soon wishes to me. I will appreciate your generosity during these trying moments

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guys guys

how to tell if you're down bad?

work gave me covid but refused to pay me for the time I spent quarantining. money is super tight this month and anything helps! 

https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/8GxRazeCfr

please help me find this fic. And thank you

hello beautiful people, I was wondering if you could help me find a fic on ao3. I’m pretty sure it was post-war 8th year. Draco was being being bullied and harassed. I think Zachariah smith was one of the big bullies. And Harry is really possessive and protective of Draco. But Harry had started using dark magic and it was currupting him a bit. I think he almost killed someone for hurting Draco. He realized he was scaring Draco and stopped. Then he made a promise to Kingsley that he would stop using dark magic and the process was similar to a detox. I’m sorry if it’s too little or completely wrong. Thank you for anything tho

Sorry, we could not find this fic. Maybe one of our followers can help!

I'm going crazy trying to find this mask

Someone plz help me with this 💔

Oops...

So I just realized that there's no anonymous ask, I don't know how that works and I don't know how to put it on (this is my first time doing anything on social media) so if anyone knows how to do it, could you please let me know how and thank you for your time.

BTW, I'm sorry if this post is really early in the morning (it's a bit past 4:30am where I live) and thank you so much to the person in my inbox who brought this to my attention. ☺️(Ok prodigal son ask thanks)👍

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Hey, so it's me again, I absolutely loved the Teddy fic you just wrote, it was sooo good! Great job! Anyway, you totally do not have to, I just get a lot of prompt ideas and I don't see a lot of writers writing for Teddy so I just wanted to request another, it's pretty similar, but Teddy is a kid and he wakes up sick in the middle of the night and his dad is the one to take care of him. It's a little different but I feel like we don't see much regarding his relationship with his dad and I feel like it would be a really sweet one. No pressure, if you're not up to it you don't have to but I just wanted to send the prompt. :)

Family First

"You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave...?"

[Platonic Son Teddy X Father Doug Pierce]

Word Count: 0.8K

Warnings: Fluffy, Angsty (cuz we know what happens in the film), Mentions of vomit, Vomiting (somewhat detailed), Crying, Mentions of death, and sorta Foreshadowing into the details of the movie.

I do not write like this at all, but I am willing to try it! I normally do only Xreaders, but I step out of my comfort zone every once in a while. So for you I'll try! We don't know much about his father so it will most likely be OCCish. BUT I tried so yeah please don't EVER stop sending requests. It's like the only reason I have been writing recently so thank you! But anyway, enjoy my efforts.

It had only been a few days since Teddy's first break of his kindergarten year. That was his first time being a "big boy," and he was loving it! He got to play all day, they learned some stuff, but they got to go outside and play and play inside too. He loved the trucks, and he told all his friends his dad had one of the firetrucks, and he got to go in one. A small bluff, but his dad said when he was older, he could go in one, he just had to wait a bit. Sadly, the first day of Christmas break he woke up in the middle of the night, with a strange feeling in his tummy. He knew that feeling. He had the feeling before. Many times, before, anytime he had something his father told him not to eat.

He tried to make it to the bathroom, like his mother told him. Really, he did, but he couldn’t stop it. He managed to crawl out of bed and open the door on his tip toes. He walked down the hall towards his mommy and daddy’s room and the bathroom. He couldn’t hold it. The back of his throat burned as he gagged. The late-night chocolate milk he had before bed spilled out of his mouth. The brown liquid is chunky and disgusting. A person could only wish it had the same delightful taste coming up. The brown liquid chunks hit the carpeted hallway with a soft plop. After a quiet moment, he finished up. Tears welled in the small boys' eyes. Climbing over the puddle of brown liquid chunks, he tiptoes over to his father’s room. His mother was out at work. She had kissed him goodbye, now it was only his father laying in the huge bed.

He stood in the doorway for a bit, just standing there. His arms to his side, the small light in the bathroom shone into the room. His father groaned. Sitting up slightly, to see his son, Teddy, just standing in the doorway. He looked guilty. His eyes had tears, and the poor boy was barely holding back. What had happened? So, Doug sat up, “What’s wrong, buddy?” He asks worriedly. He didn’t know what happened but if he was so upset, it had to have been something bad. Teddy started crying before crawling onto the bed, staying at the end. “I- i threw up,” he slurred a bit; his speech and vocabulary were very good at his age. But he still couldn’t say some words correctly. He had been in speech for a while, though.

“Buddy, come here," his father said, pulling him onto his lap and comforting the poor boy. "It’s not your fault, ok? I’ll go clean it up. You just stay here.” Teddy didn't want to sit there. He felt bad. The boy was waking his father up before the clock on the timer said 6, something his parents had told him ever since he got his big boy bed. He didn't follow the rule. He always followed the rules, thats how everyone has a fun time. At least thats what Mrs. Baker, his kindergarder teacher, says. Still babbiling through tears his father set him on the bed. As he stood up and walked out of the bedroom to the bright light of the hallway.

After what felt like forever, Doug came back. His large frame was in the doorway of his room as he walked in slowly, believing that Teddy was asleep. He was, in fact, not. His tiny frame was on his father's warm spot on the bed. "Daddy..." Teddy spoke up softly, like he was scared he would get scolded. Doug would never. Never ever in millions of years would such. Well, maybe if he stole a car or something, he would never. He sat on the other side of the bed, sliding over the covers over his body as he tucked in the small child beside him. "Yes, teddy bear?" A long silence followed. One that was too long. Uncomfortably long. "You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave me?" His heart broke for his baby boy. What happened to make him believe that? Yes, firefighting was dangerous, but he would always make sure to get out. For Teddy. For his family.

"Teddy bear, I'll always be here for you. Always. You have nothing to worry about. Let's just sleep. I'll make your favorite pancakes in the morning." That made the little boy smile. After some thought, that was faked. That kid would do anything for those famous pancakes. His mom never cared to learn to make them. Doug was always there. "With chocolate milk." He laughed. "Yes, with chocolate milk." There was only a while notice before that small Teddy fell asleep. The darkness of the room blended with his falling eyelids. Dreams filled with those sweet pancakes.

Sorry, it took so long, I just have like no motivation. Not to mention the erm English essay that I had due that I was supposed to be working on last time I posted. This was rushed, and I hate it, but whatever. It's so sad to think his dad died after he told little Teddy those words. That's why I made him say them.

Hey! I read the fics you've written for Teddy Pierce from the Christmas Chronicles and I love them so much, I've been trying to look for more fics of him but can barely find any! I was wondering if you could write one where it's like right after Christmas and Teddy gets sick with the flu or the stomach bug or something and the reader ends up taking care of him even though he insists on powering through it on his own? No rush tho! :)

Stuck in The Sheets

"This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!"

[Sick Teddy Peirce X F! Reader]

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, teddy acting like he is dying, coughing and just being sick, Teddy has an attitude, Teddy is downbad, Reader is referred to as an angel (not in dialogue), Fragile masculinity? (teddy wants to be 'manly'), and first "I love you" is spoken.

Amazing request, I hope I did it justice! I already had them dating before, I don't know if you wanted a sick confession. I had so much fun writing this, to me personally, I feel like Teddy is a very mushy sick person. A "man cold" type. So I hope this matches with what you wanted! Thank you so much for the request, remember this is how I imagine things, so if you dislike it, make your own. ENJOY!

It was only a week after Christmas and Teddy blamed those "elves" Santa had for getting him this sick. Although his mother claimed it was just the flu, for all he knew it could be some form of rabies from them. Ok that was dramatic, but part of him believed this is what he got for not believing in Satna. This was his revenge. He was going to die, he had every right to be dramatic, he was bedridden. Coughing, his throat was ever so dry, he had a huge headache, and not to mention his temperature was 102 degrees. He felt like he was dying a pitiful death. He didn't want his girlfriend, you, to see him like this, but with his luck, his sister called you and asked you to come over. Forcing him to endure the pain of looking like a fool before you. He was thankful to an extent; he would have something pretty to look at before he went. You thought he was being unreasonable. He just needed to give it a few days and he would be ok. To him, you believed he thought it would never end.

Being the wonderful partner you were even though you had just gotten back from staying at your grandparents' house. Since that was where you had Christmas at. You made your way to his house after getting some distressing messages from his younger sister. Personally, you didn't remember when you gave her your number, but right now that didn't matter. You knocked on the door, his mother answered, inviting you in before telling you what you already knew. "Teddy isn't feeling the bes-" In the middle of her sentence his voice was heard yelling for his sister to leave his room. He sounded so sick, poor thing. You thanked her and excused yourself to be with your boyfriend. Climbing up the old steps to his childhood and present home, they creaked slightly. Gently you made your way to his door, something you were so used to. If the situation was opposite, it wouldn't be since he for some reason refused to enter through your door. He preferred your window late into the night, it seemed to be his favorite.

"Go away." He grumbled as you knocked on his door, causing a laugh to stir inside you. You opened the door anyway, slowly walking inside. His head turned slightly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. Stumbling on his words in his sick voice, still managed to grumble out a few words, "I- I didn't mean that for you..K- Kate wouldn't leave me alone." Causing you to laugh, stepping inside his room fully. The door closing behind you with a small click. Just shaking your head at him. Gosh, he really was just an awkward teenage boy, but he was your awkward teenage boy. "You didn't need to come, I'm fine. Kate was being stupid, you just got back, go home." He continues. He knew it was most likely stupid and pointless, you weren't just going to leave. Especially because he looked terribly sick, like almost a Victorian child dying of the plague. You weren't going to leave. How could you? Even if your lovely, angsty and 'manly' boyfriend insists he will be fine.

You let out a small laugh again, walking closer to him. Before sitting down beside him on his bed. He was sitting up so he was only a few inches from you. "I brought you soup, it's downstairs with your mom." He shook his head, obviously annoyed with you. Sometimes he hated how nice you were, hated how kind you were to him even before dating. Gosh, even when you both were playfully bickering the words you spoke never sounded harsh. You were an angel, everyone in town knew that. Why did you pick a kid who stole and hijacked cars? That was beyond him. That didn't mean he was ungrateful, he loved you to death. He didn't want to be the first to say those three words. He was supposed to be the man. Right?

He grimaced at your words, still a bit lost in thought. "I'm fine I promise, you can go home and unpack." Stopping himself before he said please. He couldn't remember the last time he truly said that word. He knew you wouldn't leave, even if he pleaded with you. That just wasn't who you were. Couldn't blame him for at least asking. Sitting beside him, you wrapped him into a hug. Catching him off guard a bit, he hugged you back, holding in a cough. To not force the moment to end due to your worries. But it was bound to happen as soon as you pulled back, he started coughing like a maniac. Causing you to hand him is water that sat on his side table. He nodded slightly as a thanks. Amid his coughing he managed to speak, "I'm serious. I'm fine." Now you were getting annoyed at him, he was obviously not fine. He was sick, very sick. Why wouldn't he just let you take care of him?

You shook your head slightly, playfully. "If you're not sick I'm Jack Frost himself, don't give me that." The words spoken had a hint of an attitude, but he kept giving you an answer you weren't going to take. He knew that, his sister knew that, even his own mother knew that. No matter what, you would still be here. "We both know I'm not going anywhere, you're stuck with me." Smiling, you pull him into another hug. This hug was more playful than the other one. His head was in the crook of your neck as you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead on his. It was so sappy he thought he may throw up, at least that's what he would tell his friends. He wouldn't tell them how he wanted to relish in the moment until he felt better. He was so in love it hurt but he couldn't say...

"I love you." It was faint, almost too faint. If he was too lost in thought, he would have missed those three words you spoke. His cheeks flushed up, unaware of how red your cheeks had become. Letting out a shaken breath, he spoke as softly as you spoke those three words, "You love me?" You nodded shyly, your foreheads still pressed together. Quickly he pulled back his eyes, finally softened speaking even more quietly, "I love you too." A smile crossed your face at his words. His face was almost as red as Saint Nick's hat.

He pulled you close, he wanted to kiss you. More like needed to kiss you but you pushed him away. Not wanting to get sick. He frowned, looking like one of those sad puppies on commercials wanting you to buy their product. "This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!" He furrowed his eyebrows, he was going to get that kiss. "Come on, you told me you loved me today. I think I should get a complimentary kiss." Now he was just acting a bit cocky. Can't blame a man for trying, could you? You shook your head for probably the hundredth time today. Laughing slightly at his child-like antics.

It was getting late and your parents would rather die than let you sleep over at your boyfriend's house. They nonstop said "hormonal teenagers can't be trusted". Whatever, you smiled before leaving. Making sure he knew where the soup you brought him was and that he could call you in the afternoon tomorrow. You didn't want him randomly calling you at 3am even though that was most likely what would happen. Kissing his forehead before you left, to his fake displeasure. His eyes couldn't hide how he felt, it was the biggest look of love you had ever seen. Then you exited the room. The same small click behind you as you shut the door to leave. Saying goodbye to his mother and sister before walking home. It took you a bit, but after you got home, you laid in your bed for a while.

Starting to unpack your clothing and other stuff from Christmas up in Chicago with your grandparents, you felt something in your throat. Before you started to cough. That damn boyfriend of yours.

Thank you so much for reading this, this is my first request so I hope I did well. Christmas in February?! Yes yes I know, not to mention I have a few drafts I should post. But let me know if you have any more requests! Love you all! If you see any grammar mistakes or spelling, just let me know! I'll fix it right away to make sure everyone has a wonderful reading experience.