Nym

There’s much to be said for anonymity—a private life, a simple one, wherein your choices are of your own making and, at least the illusion of freedom is all but a guarantee, alongside the opportunity and chance to achieve happiness—but that life, unfortunately, is not ensured to some of us. For when the end begins, when empires begin to crack and fault, two groups are caught in the first fall, swiftly and quietly. The bottom-most rung of the ladder is smashed first, barring anyone who might need an equitable step up, and ensuring the downtrodden stay down. The top-most follows quickly, if not slightly less quietly, at least in some circles—not for those who are willing to listen and see, anyway. But, anyone who might dissent, especially from a position of authority or power, and more especially if they appeal to those who are listening, are prevented from reaching too far towards the top. Rumors are bought and sold, just as easily as bodies and support, when the narrative is controlled by a selfish and hateful king, just as easily as a puppeteer manipulates the strings of his marionettes.

it’s from my brain! it’s something i’m writing

“The false God has reaped the rewards of His genocides, the wars in His name, the hatred disguised as love to entice the masses, tricking them into despising one another for their differences while their enemies’ reflection stares back at them through the looking glass.”

gonna go smoke a bowl and chill tf out

i’m too crabby for ig rn. just scrolled by the most basic texture technique possible on a haircut asking am i the only one? did i invent this?

yes you special little snowflake! only you bb! ur the only one out of the billions of people doing hair to ever do that which was taught to all in cosmo! 🙄

this world disgusts me. our poor babies should not have to live with shit like this

“you’re really gonna talk about dick on my birthday?” was the highlight for me 💀

i need the name and phone number of whoever parted maekar’s hair

a clout on the ear! he said it!

literally what my kitchen sounded like 🤣

my adhd ass house, i swear. husband and 11yo are in the kitchen playing around and husband jokingly growls “tell me why!” and they both break into song, belting out i want it that way as they make lunch

frazzled barbie smoking in front of a burning background with the caption “congratulations we survived 2025. Another year of character development we did not consent to.”

i can see where it’s going now and i’m just 😳

i have a cold and i’m finally watching that vampire show y’all like. getting ready to start 2.6 but i needed a minute after 2.5

just one quick question

wtf lads (g/n)?

a man in a suit is sitting in a chair with a book in front of him and the website sharktankgifts.com is visible ALT: a man in a suit is sitting in a chair with a book in front of him and the website sharktankgifts.com is visible

noted

getting a feel for the general reaction to the premise

lisa frank, acid trip background with ed babygirl teach claiming “in my defense i used to be much worse”

mary is a surrogate in this AU. these are just THEIR kids.

you have emboldened me

i mean, it’ll have a happy ending…

yeah? i wasn’t sure if people would be into the premise

The cold December air swirls into the building with him, carrying a flurry of dancing snowflakes that melt almost before hitting the ground inside the school auditorium. He’s fifteen minutes late for Alma’s winter ballet recital—something he knows he won’t hear the end of tonight—and he rushes in the dark multi-purpose room to see the little sugarplum fairies twirling around on the stage. He spots Alma quickly and fumbles his phone as he pulls it out to snap a few pictures, procrastinating just a little before he looks for his seat. Not that he particularly wants the seat. Who wants to sit beside their ex through a recital four months after a divorce? Playing nice and faking smiles, even if it is what’s best for the kids. If it wasn’t for Louis, Stede wouldn’t bother finding his chair. He’d stand at the back and take pictures, quiet and out of the way. He’d be able to slip out before anyone else, give Alma a hug and a kiss in the pick up line, before any of the co-parenting got too close for comfort.

But he spots Louis’s chubby little cheeks peeking through a pile of hair, and sighs before discreetly slipping down the aisle to take his seat. “You’re late.” No shit. “I’m aware,” Stede mutters under his breath, catching Louis’s chubby little hand and bringing it to his lips for a quick couple of kisses that make him giggle and squirm to get closer. Louis crawls right into Stede’s arms and settles with humid little hands on his cheeks, doing his best two year old whisper. “Hi, dada.” More of a stage whisper, but better than the full throated shout he usually delivers when he’s excited. “Hey, bubba,” Stede murmurs back, returning the hug. “You being good?” “No,” Louis loud-whispers back, making Stede snicker.

Alma does a pirouette on stage and stumbles a step before recovering, smiling widely when she finds Stede in the crowd and abandons the next few steps of the dance to wave vigorously. Stede waves back enthusiastically, and Louis joins in as another cold hiss in his ear makes Stede tense up. “You could at least try to be on time. You missed her little solo in the opening song.” A deep, low exhale slides through Stede’s lips. “Believe it or not,” Stede murmurs, keeping his eyes on the stage. “I actually don’t control traffic—or other drivers for that matter. I was—” “Already late?” The tone is snarky and cutting, and Stede decides to ignore it rather than make a scene in the audience of a fucking kinder ballet recital.

He shifts his attention to the toddler on his lap, letting Louis snap pictures of his sister, catching elbows and the tops of heads in the process. Stede helps him hold the phone steady, but his arm is yanked away, pulled closer for scrutiny. “What the hell is this?” “Edward,” Stede sighs tiredly, dragging his bruised arm out of his ex-husband’s grasp as he leans closer to hiss quietly. “You cut off my explanation. You don’t want to hear it, so leave it.” “What. Happened.” Stede catches his lip between his teeth. He can feel Edward’s eyes on him, crawling all over his body, looking for more signs of injury.

so, question…

it was so good 😭

thank you i love you

if you’re sick of seeing the same dinners over and over today, i present to you my dinner: chiles rellenos with homemade rice and beans. it’s one of my favorite meals, but this is the first time i made it myself and i’m very proud. plz clap 😭

🥰 i love these messy boys sm

you ever hit an empty pendrick and smoke straight electronics? 🤢

dying at the comments

it had a little tent leading up to the door that was like a little mini haunted house. i need to be that bitch’s best friend

just took my youngest trick or treating. house down the street had jell-o shots for the adults 🥲