things i work with

Save — Peter Parker

idea: peter has nightmares
words: 700
warnings: mentions of death
note: you and peter are older in this one (out of high school at least)

He couldn’t save you.

It didn’t matter where and when or how because he couldn’t save you.

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anonymous asked:

Just re your tags about Tumblr's 'bullshit everything's a sexuality mentality', where do you stand on asexuality and aromanticism? Do they fall under your view of 'bullshit everything's a sexuality mentality'? No hard feelings if they do, I'm too old to get het up about it to be honest, but I don't really want to follow someone who feels that way and I'd rather know.

this ask makes me tired

I’ve been on Tumblr since 2011, Anon, I know a trap card when I see one. I’m gonna tell you why I’m not gonna answer this.

There is no “right answer.” If I say one thing, there’s gonna be a “screenshot and talk shit” witch hunt about how I’m a “homophobe” and idiotic anon hate. If I say the other thing, my tag gets overrun by outraged kiddies saying I’m an “exclusionist,” plus idiotic anon hate. I’ll waste my time clarifying my position, my notifications will be clogged by everyone who wants to have their say, people will purposefully misconstrue or blatantly lie about what I said, and it’ll get brought up every few months when some dipshit gets a wild hair up their ass to continue their little smear campaign. Buddy, I don’t have the time or patience for it.

Plus, you asking this on Anon tells me that you’re not interested in a one-on-one comparison of values—you’re fishing for a Public Statement. Well too bad.

All I will say is that, as with many many things, I have a strong opinion which I keep to my own damn self.

If you like being happy, just pretend I said whatever agrees with your stance. If you’re looking for an excuse to unfollow me, you don’t need anyone’s permission.

But I have seen this game played out on many other blogs and I know damn well the only way to win is to refuse to play.

petiotholic replied to your post “Are we talking Stilinski house floor plans?”

then maybe his room would make sense, when the stairs the sheriff uses by stiles room are the servants stairs?

The only thing that throws that off is exterior shot of the house they used in 3B, because that puts Stiles’ room in the wrong corner of the house. That shot ruined everything, because otherwise it could totally work.

I think the most annoying part is that if you switched the bed and desk walls around, Stiles’ room makes perfect sense within the exterior we’re given. It’s such an easy fix, and no one bothered to make it work.

That isn’t in proportion at all, but it’s the general idea.

Basically it’s all the stupid exterior that ruined it all, and if they’d never included that stupid, pointless zoom-in shot, we would never be having this problem, and I could sleep soundly at night. Maybe. The house would be a very stupid shape, but I could live with it. And I could’ve gone on believing that it was brick.

(Also if there’s an actual architect hanging around silently fuming about how wrong I am, now is the perfect time to chime in, because I’m basing all of this on a few architectural history/theory classes I took in school and an obsession with historic kit homes and building them in The Sims.)

“A friend once asked me: How do you view the world?

I said: Our world is what we make it. The world is how it was made.

They took a while to reply: What do you think of the people in it?

And I said: There are so many people who cannot tell the difference between those two. We can’t change how the world works. The world is how it’s always been; we just built another world on top of it and had the audacity to call both our own, as if they were one and the same.

That’s humanity for you.”

Source: (@maya-tl ) me, a girl who sometimes feels like she sees things that nobody else realises

here’s a spooky halloween story: once, eons ago, in 2010, scout had a nuzlocke comic. as most nuzlockes did, it petered off, left unfinished. but scout, she couldn’t let it go. so now, once a year, a new update will be posted, suddenly and with very little warning, WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT

i saw a post the other day that said ‘stop weighing people’s value by how much revenue they generate’ and agreed, and then i just stopped for a moment. because wow, i’ve come a long way? i mean, it’s not the same exactly, but when i was in school i hardcore believed that my worth as an individual was pretty much exclusively derived from my academic performance. i wasn’t quite so harsh on the people around me in terms of academics? but that was mostly because they all had other skills to boost their 'value’. like maybe they were good at sports, or could play an instrument, or were very beautiful, or something. i didn’t have those - or at least i didn’t believe i had those - so i just kept sinking my entire concept of self into the quality of my academic 'product’. it took a catastrophic mental breakdown to put the first serious dent in that, and going on four years gone from it i realize i’ve definitely grown into a healthier person all around? but that post gave me an odd little shock, reading it and agreeing to it without a voice in the back of my head saying except you. you’re worthless unless you’re producing results. i guess it’s a little pathetic, that my window of improvement has a benchmark labeled 'not constantly evaluating your objective worth on a scale of Garbage to Adequate’ - like, that seems like such a low bar to meet? - and it took me a long time to get here, but… i’m a little proud of myself, for that. i feel… good. generally, all-around baseline good. somehow despite everything that’s happening right now, and even despite occasional lapses, i’m doing okay? and i’m proud of that.

I’m just popping by to say that although I long to answer some things, my mind has been a bit unhelpful and my work a bit unforgiving, but unconsciously, fandom is always on my mind.

Tonight, for example, I had a nightmare in which I was John Watson and Moriarty was cooking eyeballs that he’d force me to eat, all while not promising that I’d ever get to see Sherlock - if he was even still alive - again.

Let’s say waking up has rarely been such a relief… *phew*

making a really good photo manipulation is simultaneously awesome and depressing because like, it’s so good that people think it’s real? but then they don’t know it actually took 15 layers and a mental breakdown to make that happen