#( my bad )

[mental-breakdown-machine]

oooh yeah

i cannot blame cats for using their fangs to put perfect little stapler holes in cardboard bc if i had such fangs you bet your ass id be doing that too

[balleater696942]

some seb doodles,, sorry if tumblr ate the quality i've never posted art here beforewait where am i again

[teaboot]

Okay so like. You know your own name as a kid, right?

You remember how it sounds, how your parents say it, how your friends say it- you learn how to spell it, and maybe even what it means and why it was given to you, and it's yours.

It's not a tangible, physical thing, like your hair or your fingernails, but it's yours. It belongs to you.

So, like. Imagine there comes a point in life where everyone gets their name tattooed to their forehead, or something.

Could be when they're two. Could be when they're twenty. Hell, it could be when they're eighty, or ninety-nine, or whenever. But it's everybody, and it's inevitable, and it happens.

Now imagine the time comes for you, and you get up after and look in the mirror and realize they spelled it wrong.

And you have to go outside and live your life in a world where everybody is so totally used to knowing people's names on sight that not a single person second-guesses that your parents named you Susam, or Ahley, or Benjabib.

And you know it's wrong, every time you hear it, but you can choose to explain every single time- every time you're called in a coffee queue, every time a teacher picks you in class, every time you meet a new person or bump into a stranger or are greeted on the street, by children and employers and door-to-door salesmen and your fucking waitress- or you can kind of just learn to grit your teeth and ignore it.

You still notice, of course- maybe you learn to accept it, maybe you hate it every time, but whether you do anything about it or not, you still know. You know people have the wrong word for you in your head.

You know they still mean YOU, but it's not you.

So what's your solution?

Do you shrug, decide it doesn't matter, and go about your life?

Do you smear the typo over with foundation, pencil in new letters every morning?

Do you stare into the mirror sometimes and think, "wow, I should really get that fixed"?

Maybe you save up your money and get it removed, or covered up, or changed to something else. Maybe the whole damn thing was wrong, and you've been a Jacob running around as a Hailey this whole damn time.

That's the best way to explain it. It's not an easily-provable thing, or a demonstrable thing, or a feeling I can one-for-one substitute as something else-

but that's what it's like to know you're not a girl.

[jaytalking]

Oh yeah I have a tumblr, forgot.

[swordy-da-goat]

Masterpost

[goldensunset]

feel free to elaborate in tags of course on how easy or hard cosplaying them would be

bonus question: how much do you WANT to look like your icon. like are they the goal you aspire to

[retroactivebakeries]

do people still remember boxxy

[popicoooo]

Southern American here! We call it flicking/flickin someone.

I don't know if it has a name in english, but in finnish there's the term "luunappi", where you hold your index- or middle-finger behind your thumb and push forward, to give it momentum so once it escapes from behind your thumb, it snaps at whatever is right in front of it - usually someone's forehead. I guess a good-enough english translation for that would be "boneflick", since you're only snapping someone with your finger bones. More unpleasant than painful, and leaves no marks nor physical damage. In hindsight mom doing that to us when we were kids was probably not ok just because it was normal in the 90s.

Anyway me and my boyfriend have gotten more into Warhammer this year, and the term "luunappietäisyys" has become a normal term in the household, and I believe it applies to other crafts as well. The idea of "bone-flick distance" is that any mistakes in your work don't count if the only way for someone to see them is to stand within your arm's length to study the piece - close enough for you to flick them if they point any of them out.

[linkeduniverse]

September Art

[fellthemarvelous]

My favorite things that Obi-Wan and Ezra have in common:

Hondo's "best friend"

Maul's obsession

Unique bond with animals

Fond of a Mandalorian named Sa_ine.

Spending ten years in exile before someone comes for them.

Fondness for Ahsoka Tano and Captain Rex

[i-am-a-fish]

this post is going to be poorly written but I really want to say how much I appreciate everybody on here. the people I've interacted with on this site are some of the kindest people I've ever met; for me to come out as trans online, and feel 100% genuinely safe, is the most incredible feeling. I don't know how to describe it with words, I'm so grateful, it really makes me so happy knowing that you guys exist. seriously, thank you so much

[littlebirdygirlywriting]

I’m envious of those thighs. Damn!

Daredevil Season 1 Episode 06 - Condemned

[frostfire8doov]

Been ona bit of a httyd kick recently and these are the repercussions.

Also, don't be alarmed! I changed my signature, but it's still me! I'm not out here stealing art D:

[artistmarchalius]

He’s always had it in him.

A continuation of the Pop Rock Floyd series: here, here and here

[willgrahamscock]

I’m gonna say it, they should have done porn together sloppy style

[chunkypossum]

Ooops

Guys I’ve somehow found myself down the Azris ship rabbit hole and I only have 2 things to say:

1. I absolutely need them to be canon

2. Do the fanfic writers for this ship know happiness???? Why is everything angst???