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She is brightness, she is luminance. She will hypnotize you and drag you into her world. Her name...

... is Light Mode. 

This drawing turned out a little more serious than I had originally intended. I get so many comments about using light mode for my computer and phone that it became the inspiration for some new artwork!

always rebloging I love holding hands

holding hands platonically. reblog if you agree

GIVING YOU ALK THE HUGS BECAUSE YOU DESERVE THEM!!!!

i need a hug rn

sorry for oversharing, i just need a hug

I am Luna god of thunder ⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡

Guess I still Thor's job😈

I am Arran, god of the most important thing

EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username

wolfstar or jegulus?

heres the thing....I love both. I want all of them to be happy but if you ask me this with my life on the line I must go with wolfstar 💜

need we say more

Original comic by Rasenth

The dream

my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone

mumma must live

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

marauders log 🌕🐾🦌🪷

reminder: do whatever you want.

write that fanfiction, even though it's "problematic".

identify as those queer labels, even if people don't like them.

wear whatever clothes you want, even if it's considered "cringe". this also includes cat headbands and tails.

draw whatever you want, even if it's NSFW or considered "disgusting".

be otherkin or a therian, even if it's also considered "cringe".

Just do whatever the fuck you want. you will enjoy life better.

Finished eSims commission of Caedes for @iinmysights! 🥳💖💕

you are my poison (wip)

Commenters are the real MVPs

The One and Only Spider-woman pt. 3,5

Ghosts

He looks almost exactly like him. The same height. The same face shape. Gods, he even got the same hairstyle. The only things that I could use to tell them apart if they stood side by side would be the eyes, deep red and calculating.

"Noa" he states. He doesn't really say it. It's more like a loud mumble as he doesn't move his lips too much. He also says it as if wanting to say more, but holding back.

I don't say anything myself at first. Just a short nod in acknowledgement that I had heard him. He takes a step forward and I take two back. He freezes, and so do I.

"You- you're Miguel" I stutter. He nods in turn. I can't look him in the eyes. They are so like his.

They move around the room like his did, and if they weren't different colours I would have sworn I was looking at them again. That's impossible Noa, he died. He's dead.

“I’m guessing he gave you the crash course on our operation?” he continues in a steady voice, motioning to Hobie standing behind me to the right. I don't respond right away, my mouth refusing to form words, and nod instead. The man before me sighs.

To say he was expecting a different reaction would be a lie, but there was a part of him that hoped I would react with a smile or wondrous eyes at least. He knows that I just lost my dad…himself?

In my reality he died because I failed to save him, so of course seeing a variant of the person that raised me here is a lot more than a simple surprise. It's difficult for him too.

His own daughter died years ago in his reality. He doesn't talk about the first time. When he found a universe where he could have her again he jumped at the opportunity. He caused the destruction of the entire universe, and he had to watch her die all over again, right in his own arms no less. And now here I stand. A version of her with a different name because my mother had won the bet this time. He sees the little girl he once had in my eyes; they're so wide and the way I have frozen as if placed in a freezer for too long reminds him of that time he found his gabby stealing from the halloween candy. It’s not her, he tells himself, she’s dead. Gabby is dead.

Hobie clears his throat. Even he can’t bare to stand in this tension, and he was most exited to watch this interaction. The noise is enough to yank both of us out of our heads. Miguel looks around before back down at me. I raise my eyebrows at him and he nods.

“Layla!” he calls. I’m about to ask who he is talking to, since there is no one else in here, when a hologram appears by his shoulder. A woman tainted in a yellow hue from the tech with large pink glasses and what looks like a fluffy faux fur coat.

“How's it going Miguel?” she asks with a chirpy voice. She comes off as one of those glass half full kind of people. You don't see many of those nowadays.

“No time for small talk” the man brushes off, “could you just run the thing?”. My brows furrow and i turn to hobie. He has a frown as well, but this one is different. This one looks like regret is sown directly into the fabric. I turn back to Miguel in time for him to turn as well. He doesnt notice that i had moved.

The lights dim even further, like an auditorium getting ready for a show. A spark of light in between me and Miguel, and it grows to form a beautiful tree of blue and red. It really is something for the eyes.

“What do you know of the multiverse?” Miguel questions.

He cautiously explains to me what he has graciously called the spiderverse. Some of it Hobbie had already old me, but other parts he hadn’t. The blood drains from my face when he tells me about canon events. He shows me videos of various different spider people get bit by their arachnid. He shows us loosing our uncles, and after a moment of hesitation, he shows me the captain close to spiderman that we all loose.

“So- you're telling me that Papa jus died to continue the story?” i mutter, the news crashing over me in a huge wave, “That you knew- you know that its going to happen to someone else again and you will just let it happen?”. My breathing is erratic, hand shaking. I don't know what to say, what to think, what to do. Was my father just a pawn in a bigger story? That isn't fair. Not to him, not to anyone. And not just papa, but tio Gabriel! They were not unimportant enough to die for the greater good were they?

?“Our universes will collapse if the canons are broken, Noa'' Miguel calmly explains. He comes forward and places a hand on my shoulder. “Believe me i tried, I really did once. All it did was cause the distruction of an entire universe. You can’ break the canon”. I still shake my head.

“You’re just like everyone else, saying that everything happens for a reason. Why does there have to be a reason behind someone loosing everyone that is close to them?” I argue. I step backwards, making Miguels hand fall back to his side. My breathing has calmed, but is replased with a stinging feeling in my throat, a paired tightness in my chest as well.

“Our stories are filled with pain, but they build who we are. There are good times as well, you just have to wait for them” Miguel tries. I nod, but turn away.

“Mind if i take a breather?” I ask. I can’t stay here. I feel like i’m gonna suffocate. When i catch Miguel nodding in my peripheral vision, i speed walk out of there as discreetly as possible. I walk alone. I’m used to it by now.

Hobie stays as light pours back into the room and the display disappears. He leans against the wall as Miguel runs a hand over his face. Their eyes lock, and a silent understanding passes between them.

“She’s her variant isn’t she?” the boy interrogates, “your daughter’s”. With a sigh, Miguel confirms with a nod. He retorts it slowly.

“I can’t believe i’m saying this, to you of all people, but make sure she’s alright” the older of the two breaths out. Hobby nods once, voicing his agreement with a hum before leaving the room in my pursuit.

I haven't gone far. It's hard when you don't know anything about the place where you find yourself. winding paths and columns to walk on, i just want to get as far away from there as i can. Eventually i find an open window and climb out. I ascend to the roof, sitting down and overlooking the city below. Again I wonder what kind of technology is in this universe. The air here is cleaner than the one in my new york, but the buildings and layout of the structures are more or less the same. They gleam in the high sunlight. My knees pull inwards towards my chest, and I curl into a ball.

I don't pay Hobbie any mind when he eventually finds my hiding spot. It took him about half an hour, having assumed i would be somewhere inside.he sits down besides me wordlessly. I dont say anything, not even look at him.

I thought I was done with this pain. It’s been a year, how weak do you have to be to still want to bawl your eyes out at the mere mention of them i ask myself. I furiously wipe away a stray tear that escapes. I am not weak.

“I dont like it either. The whole cannon event stuff” my companion finally voices. He nudges my shoulder and i turn my head to find him already looking at me.

“I had a hard time with it too when i was told”. I look down to my feet dangling over the edge.

“I just dont think their lives were so disposable” I admit. I’m not a kid, and I understand that everything comes to an end. I understand that he died. That’s not what bothers me, its the fact that it ‘had to happen’ for my story to continue. It could have continued with him right here with me.

“They weren't disposable. Miguel just found a pattern, and decides that all of us have the same one. I guess the mate is right since it happens all over again if no one intervenes” he explains. I huff out a chuckle. His words do bring a certain comfort however, so i dont argue with it.

We just sit here, wordlessly in each others presence. The comfortable silence enveloping us as the breeze caresses our skin. We even watch the sun set and the city lights slowly turn on. Eventually we fall into a gentle conversation, which turn into banter when he brings up his abilities. How am i supposed to hear someone tell me about their being stronger and just take it?

He bribes me into going back inside with the promis of food, claiming there to be good arepas waiting in the cafeteria. I havent had an arepa since before the accident, and it pulls a smile on my lips when my friend is proven right. The bread is delicious as we sit at a table, just another pair among the crowd.

Maybe these are the baby steps i’ve heard about, i think to myself in a pause of conversations. I havent felt this alive since Papa passed, and socialising with someone my age that wasnt forced to because of work had become a rarety during the last year. Now i sit in the middle of a busy cafeteria with someone I just met this afternoon, yet trust more than anyone I know at present.

Hobie can be described as many things. He’s a punk, heavy metal loving Englishman that hates the english. He has a tough exterior with a heart of gold behind those walls. He really is punk in that way. I can definitely see him standing for the underdog out there in his world. He makes a connection with you, and doesn't judge you for your mistakes. Hell he’s able to but up with me and my awkward personality for more than an hour! I thought i wouldn’t be able to find someone who could after separating myself from people for so long.

It isn't until late into the night that we bid each other farewell.

“Here, he forgot to give you this” Hobie declares, taking something else out of his pocket. He presents a watch, identical to his own on his wrist. I take it carefully and spin it in my fingers before putting it on. It beeps and within a matter of seconds adjusts itself to match what I would call ‘normal’. Every color is the right shade and the materials look really to me. Not that everything else doesn't, it's just different.

“What the other one is fake or something?” Increase, throwing back the wristband he gave me earlier. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“What I gave you was a day pass, what you have now is your new way of travelling the Spider verse safely”. My eyebrows raise but I trust his words.

He patiently shows me how to work the different buttons and navigation system before I open a portal to my home. It should bring me directly into my own room, if Hobie is actually telling the truth and not trolling me right now.

“You coming back soon?” He asks expectantly. He has this wistful look in his eyes.

“Maybe…what about you?” I shoot back

“Maybe” he replies with a smirk.

“So then just maybe I shall see you again soon Señor Brown”

“Until that day come lady O’Hara”

I step through the portal, and his face disappears before my eyes. A spinning roller coaster ride later and I stand in the middle of my room, exactly as he said I would find myself. A sigh leaves my lips, and my posture slumps.

Here I am.

Alone again.

Translations

Papà: dad

Tío: uncle

arepa: a delicious bread

Señor: Mr.

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

By i_m8_art

I'm already low on creativity I don't need a duck stealing what's left

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

✨reblog if you're accepting anonymous asks about anything✨

Reblog if your inbox is ALWAYS open for random asks, even if you haven’t reblogged any meme

✨Everything works out in the End✨

Well…does it tho?

Our man needs a hug and some tissues 🤧

I realised that I didn’t posted this anywhere yet, so here you go👀