#I HAVE A LOT OF ASKS RN

[elliesbelle]

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

[nipuni]

Casanova sketches!

[lazylittledragon]

mini mcm dump 🖤

only 24 hours out and i already want to go back

(puppetstarion was made by bokkicat!!)

[linterteatime]

what if zim

Weird bug i found in my backyard that i like to call my son

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

if you struggle with mental health, one piece of advice i would genuinely give you is learn to knit.

or crochet: something repetitive to do with your hands, assuming you're capable of it. if you're like me and learnt to knit as a kid but let it lie fallow for a long time, it may be that starting a large, simple project (for me it was a cloak, but a blanket could work too) gets you back into it. or maybe doing something smaller, idk. i personally found socks really hard for a while because they felt smaller than my cloak but weren't getting Done quick enough for me. as i've sped up i find it more interesting to knit socks.

regardless, a repetitive task is great for emotional regulation (also see: autistic stimming), and something that you can look at and go hey i've done something, unlike simply using a fidget toy, can also help to pick your mood up when the brain is being cruel.

it's also useful as a conversation starter or distracter if you don't know what to talk about. if you're wanting to talk to older people also you're more likely to reel them in with knitting (i work better with older people, and 99% of people who ask what i'm knitting are older than me). it also gives you the opportunity to not make eye contact because you're busy knitting, even if you're still carrying on a conversation. if you're absolutely stuck for conversation you can count your stitches and people might stop bothering you.

if you have trouble focusing without doing something with your hands, you can knit! i knit a lot in church, and it helps me to focus on what's being said.

i probably have more reasons you should pick up knitting, but i can't recall them right now, so yeah.

[mohntilyet]

continued rook-lucanis sketches from the last week or so <3

[calmparticles]

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[inkskinned]

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

pygmalion and galatea for aroace people

you should tell your friends what I look like, riz gukgak.

[growth-opportunities]

How about, before-bed ass expansion? Could be fun..

It was a guilty pleasure. I never told her about it because I didn't want to make it a big deal. It was just a nice little treat at the end of my day. I figured she had to be aware of it at least to some extent; it was her body, after all. But I kept quiet and simply watched, night after night. See, it was part of my girlfriend’s routine to brush her teeth every night, just before bed. She’d already be in her pajamas, invariably some kind of tank top and a pair of loose pants, which is what brought the whole show together.

My girlfriend, to put it bluntly, had a really nice ass.

It wasn’t huge, but it had a great shape and really fit her figure nicely. It was big enough to grab hold of or, when I needed to get her in the mood quickly, give it a firm smack. While her exercise regimen meant that there wasn’t a ton of jiggle to it, there was just enough to really captivate me. And it did, every night, watching her brush her teeth.

My bedroom was laid out in such a way that I could see her standing over the sink from my bed, albeit if I leaned forward slightly. She would rant, her words garbled by the brushing and the foam, and I would not along and make little “Uh huh” or “No kidding” responses, just to encourage her to keep going. For three minutes or so, she’d move her arm back and forth, twist her body at her slender waist, and her ass would wobble back and forth. It was fucking hypnotic. I couldn’t look away from it. Like I said, I don’t know if she did it on purpose, but I wasn’t about to say something and risk losing my nightly treat. It always put me in a playful mood for when she finally climbed into bed and that made her feel sexy and attractive (which she absolutely was and is), so it was a win-win. Why mess with a good thing?

On this night, however, things would go a little different. I was, once again, not really listening to her story. Something about a cake that someone brought into the office that she said tasted funny. I was a little distracted. It really was hypnotic; I couldn’t take my eyes off of it as it subtly swung back and forth, her pajamas tight over her ass as each peak of the swing. It took a few seconds for me to notice that her pants were getting tighter. And tighter. And tighter. My brow furrowed, watching her pants draw taut over the wobbling globes that made up my girlfriend’s lower half. The wobbling, too, was getting more intense, despite the increasing tightness of her clothing. Her ass seemed to fucking ripple as she swung back and forth. I opened my mouth to say something, but my throat was dry; nothing but a hoarse whisper came out. And she was so wrapped up in her story that I doubt I could have gotten a word in edge-wise.

All I could do was watch as her lower half ballooned outward, growing softer and thicker before my eyes. It usually took her only three or four minutes to brush her teeth, but each second seemed to drag on forever. The growing thickness spread, too, clearly widening her hips and thickening her thighs, pushing her poor pajama bottoms. I could start to hear the fabric creaking, the seams straining. I had to say something.

“…and it’s like, y’know, stick to favorites? Don’t bring in whatever papaya-mango-pickle juice bullshit you like. If it’s for the group, get flavors that everyone will like!”

“Um… babe?”

“I mean, that’s what I did! Last month? I brought in chocolate and vanilla. Basic, maybe, but you know that everyone is going to find something they want!”

“Babe! Hang on a sec!”

“But, nooooo, force us all to swallow down your bullshit while we all force a smile and say that the flavor is ‘interesting’. And then we have to hope you don’t see when we shovel that shit into the trash where it-“

“Jennica!”

She jumped, rolling her eyes as she spat out the toothpaste and slammed her brush down on the counter. “Jesus, Tom, what?”

I didn’t know what to say but, thankfully, her ass did the talking for me. At that moment, her pajama bottoms finally gave way, loudly tearing, soft flesh spilling out through the opening. As soon as there’s an opening, the fabric is no match to the growing onslaught of her ass, shredding around her widened hips, her fatter ass, her thickened thighs. She twists at the hips, turning to look at her ass sticking out behind her, a hand reaching down to grab it and verify that it really is part of her body and it really is growing. Her eyes look towards me with panic and lust.

“Holy fucking shit…”

A flicker of recognition passes over her face, her eyes going wide as she staggers forward. Her ass jiggles like never before, each footfall rippling upward through the softest parts of her body. She stops short at the door frame, realizing that she’ll need to turn sideways to fit through it. As her ass brushes against it anyway, she lets out a needy whimper, making the rest of the journey to the bed and flopping down onto it. Her ass jiggles for what feels like an eternity, wobbling like gelatin, sloshing like a water bed. It finally stops moving and, at that point, I can tell that it’s stopped growing. My girlfriend buries her face in a pillow, clearly embarrassed.

“I think… allergic reaction? Maybe?”

I let out a non-committal grunt. I still cant take my eyes off of her eyes, her cheeks swallowing her panties between them. My hand tingles. I can’t help myself. I reach up, hand hovering in the air for a few moments before-

SMACK!

It comes crashing down on her doughy rear. I  watch the impact in slow motion, watching it sink into her flesh, watching it spread out over her softness, rippling back and forth, taking forever to settle. For a moment, the sound of the spank hangs in the air only to be interrupted by my girlfriend, throwing her head back and letting out a howled moan. Her cheeks clench together, leading to more sloshing, a red handprint blooming on her skin. She looks up at me, lust in her eyes, her breath coming out in ragged puffs.

“Again. Please. And, uh… h-harder this time. Like you fucking mean it.”

[splinterclan]

Low-key can't wait for a trans cat in Splinterclan 🙏 I always get so happy when one of my clangen cats is trans

Same here!!! :D Very excited for *points at moon 29*!!

Yea it has been rough for her! I'm def gonna explore the exact reasons why Pansy has been upset eventually but not now for reasons lol She is gonna be great though! She's doing her best!

Poor Whorl I don't think she'd ever allow herself to even get one inch toward breaking down ;_; She def has the world on her shoulders and refuses to put it down

yeah!!! We went so quickly from 7 to 13 it's wild - def worried about how to juggle everyone from now on, but we'll see how it goes! xD

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

(Curious because I have 4 (this is my main one but I had a tumblr once before and realized putting all my obsessions in one blog doesn't really work for me))

[myokk]

70s au

[i-may-be-an-emu]

WHAT AM I MEANT TO SAY WHEN PEOPLE ASK ABOUT MY HOBBIES LIKE OH. IM VERY OBSESSED WITH AN IMPROV GROUP FROM LONDON. YEAH WHEN I THINK ABOUT THEM I SMILE LIKE A MANIAC AND I’VE CRIED BECAUSE THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME MULTIPLE TIMES. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

[koobiie]

oh, please please draw more iris! she's so precious in your style! not enough people draw her so i was very happy to see her when i entered the noctis tag!

ahhh yes iris is such a cutie and deserves more love <3 i only have a couple more sketchbook doodles of her - second one is also the super rough sketch from that outfits post :0

[ballad-of-the-lamb]

Are the other crowns still around? Will they find new hosts?

The bishops are dead, and have been for quite some time. Stuck in purgatory, where they will remain. The crowns will not go to anyone new. Not as long as Narinder or the Lamb are around, anyway.