#;;MY HEART IS JUST EXPLODING RN???

[kuromi-hoemie]

i am not immune to transmascs in sweatpants and a sleeveless top

im rly fucking weak about it actually

[xxplastic-cubexx]

So, interestingly enough, I am en electrician, and the ways that electromagnetism and electricity work together is so closely intertwined that writers really should take advantage of how much of a GOD Magneto is. Like he says it somewhere, but he controls a very fundamental force of nature, and in theory, the list of shit he can't do is shorter than what he can with his powers. It's always just a mashup of whether or not the writer is going to take advantage of that, or if they have to nerf him for plot reasons. Like, for instance, he should team up with Storm way more often, because together they'd be overwhelmingly unstoppable.

i think my favorite interpretation of the extent of erik's powers really is if he just decides/knows to lock in cause Theoretically Potentially Maybe Im Not A Scientist Dont Quote Me every atom has the potential to be magnetized. like my brother and i love talking about this cause you just know in the sixties they really werent thinking that much with magneto's powers and then Unfortunately As Humans we learned more and its like 'oh ok so he's an immense threat for a reason beyond what we figured Thats Nice'

him and storm DEF could be more of a threat if they worked consistently together and i loved bein able to see that near the end of FoX and Resurrection. that was rad ....

[floorpancakes]

ok but im rly into the idea of till having a new era that brings the light back to his eyes and drives him forward if he gets to escape the arena. idk where he'd go from there but i want to see ivans sacrifice both haunt him and drive him to actually live his damn life after being the captured bird refusing freedom cause of mizi. once he knows she's alive with the resistance he might be able to actually experience other things and widen his world and if that happens and he puts his personal sense of rebellion towards the human cause OR settles into finding some other way to feel fulfilment that isn't a single person that could be deeply fascinating to me i think

[spaceratprodigy]

(palette challenge) PINK LEMONADE OR WATERMELON FOR DELIRIS ⁉️⁉️⁉️

@oldworldwidgets — [ palette prompts ]

WATERMELON LEMONADE DELIRIS 💖💚

[hercarisntyours]

I LOVE OPLITAAAAAA

[copper-sands]

✨ Tiny Token plays dress up ✨

I know the colours are incorrect but i have very limited numbers of coloured pencils (´•︵•`) I also took some liberties because i cannot do Tiny IV without a hood for example and stuff like that, but i hope i didn't butchered your designs too bad😔

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THAT'S MY KIDS!!!!!!!! THAT'S MY BABIES THE BELOVEDS OH I AM KISSING EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEIR HEADS HOLY SHIT THEYRE REAL. THANK YOU LEVYNN I WILL NOW PROCEED TO EXPLODE TEN THOUSAND TIMES MORE

[skylarbee]

(09.02.2024, London, Electric Ballroom)

[2aceofspades]

Self-appreciation is important.

I sincerely hope you appreciate yourself too. You are an amazing person. So you should be proud of yourself.

Thank you for sharing your drawing style with us. And take care of yourself by drinking water, eating good food, sleeping and doing other things you like ✨💕.

ASDFGHJ-

Aaawwweee!!! Waaahh thank you so much!! 🥺💙✨ I'm a bit at a loss for words cuz that's just so so sweet of you to say

So!

I drew a lil doodle to express how your very kind words made me feel:

I think I really needed that as of late, so thank you so much <3

I can't say I enjoy doing those things in particular, but I do love art and I very much enjoy sharing my art with y'all. That requires taking care of myself, I suppose heh...😅 Gosh golly gee, I am so very fortunate to have people reach out to me with such kindness. Thank you for reminding me to also be kind to myself in return 💙✨

[mebiselfandi]

I got my eye on you 🩷

[heart-shaped-chains]

Need a guy to love on and hug and cuddle and whisper sweet nothings into his ear and more

[biohazard-inevitable]

I think I’m going to explode I can only babysit so many anxiety spirals at a time universe why do you test me so

[ratatatastic]

no cup lifting is complete without we are the champions huh... (carter verhaeghe i know this isnt your fault persay but im going to hunt you for sport anyways for unleashing this monster upon us)

SASHA CUP WIGGLE. WE HAVE A SASHA CUP WIGGLE SPOTTED. IVE SAID HES THE ONE WHO GETS MORE EXCITED FOR CUP WIGGLES THAN SASHA DOES AND NOW HE GETS TO DO IT HIMSELF

proud baby syncing up the lift with the chorus look at him so proud 😭😭😭😭

Lundy Cup Day | 8.6.24

[dizzybevvie]

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[cepheusgalaxy]

Gwilym pressed himself into the corner of his cell, tucking his limbs into his body as close as he could. His bony knees pressed into his chin. His thin arms were squished behind him. His wings were held down with the band around his chest anyway, but the exposed parts flattened completely against his back.

He might have accepted what Yorath was going to do to him and prepared himself for it, but that didn’t mean he would make it easy. 

Still a fighter. Yorath had muttered that last time. Gwilym held those words close and took them for his own. 

Still a fighter. 

“Do you know why I hurt you, Gwilym?” asked Yorath. 

“Because I tried to kill you twice and blew up three rooms and you like it when I scream and you especially like it if you can make me beg,” said Gwilym, his voice quiet and raspy from disuse and dehydration. He had learned to speak despite the discomfort it caused him. 

He had learned a lot of uncomfortable things. 

“Do you know why I enjoy hurting you specifically?” 

Gwilym shook his head. Because he healed fast? 

Anything to keep him talking and delay the pain. 

“Because through hurting you I hurt Eirlys,” said Yorath. “You burn. Far away, safe at home, Fen screams. Eirlys is powerless to do anything about it. You, as a person, are insignificant. You don’t matter. I’d have killed you within days if not for your connection to Eirlys. Your Fen wouldn’t have been allowed to go home if he were anyone else’s son or were you not soul-bonded. Your crimes merit execution, but I let you live for this.” 

“Why Eirlys?” 

Keep him talking. 

Yorath rested the flat of his knife- not iron this time, thank Brân- against Gwilym’s cheek. “If someone caused the death of your child, wouldn’t you do anything you could to make that person responsible hurt?” 

He sliced down. 

Gwilym didn’t scream. He never screamed at the first cut. Yorath knew this.

Every time, they played the game of finding out at what point Gwilym would scream this time, at what point his survival mechanism of going limp and hiding inside himself would kick in, if and when he would start begging, at what point he would stop begging to preserve his little remaining strength and give up completely, at what point he would pass out from the pain and the constant use of his magic. The game of finding out how many times his body could be destroyed and he would still come back from it.

It was a game for Yorath, at least. For Gwilym, it was a repetition of the most traumatic things to ever happen to him, an exercise in self-control, a discovery of what exactly his magic could do and what his body and mind could take. A discovery of at what point he would try- fail- to kill himself this time.

He hated his magic. He hated how it kept him alive. He hated how it healed him so fast, over and over, and gave Yorath more opportunity and time to inflict pain.

He wanted to die. He wanted it to end. 

The second cut came. Precise, measured, planned, removing skin from his face while preserving the wasting-away muscle beneath it. “Right now, Fen will feel his face stinging. He’ll know what’s coming next. He’ll know or guess that you’re being skinned again. He’ll cry and scream and curse his inability to do anything to save you. Eirlys will hold him and think of me and know what I’m doing to you and why.”

Gwilym still didn’t scream, but he was breathing fast now, too fast, his chained hands shaking violently behind him.

He pushed his face into his knees, slicing himself on the knife against his cheek as he moved. The small, bleeding, skinless portion stung when it touched his grimy pants.

It was already healing over.

This would be the second time his skin would have to completely regenerate. The second time Yorath skinned him alive. 

Maybe it meant the iron would come out. He grabbed for even the smaller bit of hope now, things like maybe he’ll forget or maybe it will only be blunt. 

Yorath twisted his hand in Gwilym’s hair and pulled his head up, horribly and deceptively gently. “Hiding already? We’ve barely gotten started.”

A broken sob came from Gwilym’s chest.

Yorath sat down in front of him, crossing his legs, a cruel grin on his face. He spread out his tools between them. 

[Image description: A reaction image. It shows a drawing of an emoji-like guy beating their fists on the table and banging their head to it too, excitedly. /end ID.]

omg.....................hes crying...............

[spaceratprodigy]

doodled the science club hehe 🥺 they're helping low go through a breakdown or smth

i swear i'll finish this at some point btw

RED OHMYGODDD LOOK AT THEM!!!!!

I wish you could see the smile on my face rn omg I'M GONNA BE STARING AT THIS ALL DAY LOOOOOOONNGGGGG 💕💖😩💖💕

[pipedreams13]

I cannot even begin to imagine how alive one feels when attending a live concert

like all those people screaming, you screaming, just being alive and being yourself, feeling that music vibrate in your bones, singing your favourite song with hundereds of other people who feel the same way and having that person who you thought you'd only ever hear from miles away through a tiny speaker standing there right in front of you

how fucking real must that feel