#I Want You to Know

[corwnvus]

Trans regulus is disgusting

Is this flirting?? Are you begging for more?? Do you want me to draw him naked? Him with his tft bf?!!!

What about him with trans fem pandora or genderfluid sibling???!!!

You really don't have to get on your knees and beg for it I will do my service and feed you my bbg 🫡🫡

[rerumtechnologies]

I have a friend who is dating a trans man but they started dating before he came out and she was telling me about this lame joke she'd make to her gp for like years

GP: Are you or have you been pregnant?

Her: Not unless my girlfriend has something important to tell me. 😃

And she said it got to the point where it was like an expected part of their conversation so the last time she went for a check up (after her bf came out) the doctor was very concerned and then very confused 🤣

GP: Are you or have you been pregnant?

Her: nope

GP: oh, I'm sorry, are you okay?

Her: Yes?

GP: when did you and your girlfriend break up?

Her: oh! We didn't. It turns he had something important to tell me 😃

[a-hazbin-reader]

[the-scooby-gang]

Hey, in your The Rogers Family AU, does Ken, Barbie’s boyfriend, get a Doo of his own? He has been dating Barbie for 43 years, according to Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse. He must have a Doo, or else they would have broken up by now. Also, why haven’t you mentioned Barbie’s sisters: Skipper, Stacie and Chelsea?

Yep, Ken does have a Doo. Hudson Doo.

Hudson and Ken met in one of the many Annual Rogers Meetings, the second one Ken went actually. Hudson is another case of "Non Great Dane Doo" like Taffy. He was adopted by Tiffany Doo when Skipper was 10 and Stacie was 1

Tiffany, as you may know, is bonded to Grandma Roberts, Joanne Roberts nee Rogers.

Most of the Doo's from the Roberts clan are all related, by blood or magical dog adoption, to Tiffany Doo, a Golden Retriever that was magically dog adopted by Penelope Doo, a Great Dane from the main Doo line once bonded to Matilda II Rogers, Shaggy's Great Grandmother and Joanne's Mother.

Later Joanne would marry Bernard Roberts (May he rest in peace) and had a son named George, who would later marry Margaret and have 4 daughters: Barbie, Skipper, Stacie and Chelsea.

As per Barbie & Her Sisters in The Great Puppy Adventure the Doos each girl has is:

Barbie: Taffy Doo

Skipper: DJ Doo

Stacie: Rookie Doo

Chelsea: Honey Doo

I haven't mentioned the girls before because I'm still ironing out the Rogers Family!AU and was giving a bigger focus to the main line of the Rogers Clan. Since Barbie and her sisters are Shaggy's second cousins, my mind focused on Barbie as the one Shaggy would talk the most since they are closer in age.

[aniron48]

Omg look what happens when you boop yourself. 😂 incredible.

[storm-of-feathers]

cant sleep gonna say my thoughts.

I think what a lot of people miss about tumblr (and especially unfocused blogs that, say, aren't fandom oriented) is that it's essentially an open journal. it's a microblogging website, and all blogging micro or macro is fundamentally a web log (where the term comes from!). if it seems like I'm not talking ab something enough, it's not because I don't care at all.

It's because first and foremost, this blog is a piece of my soul that I am choosing to share. I'm not trying to be an activist on the internet, I'm not trying to sway anyone to my opinions. I'm saying the things I think and feel. If I talk ab american politics too much, that's because im american. if I'm writing frustrated posts about performative internet activism, that's because it feels exhausting to be out there doing the work (because that's what it is. Its work. Its boring and taxing and it feels like youre getting nowhere. Until you see how far youve come) and having to come to tumblr and seeing people say I didn't talk about [disaster 30000 of the past ten years] enough.

if I seem angry and upset and scared and irrational, its because i am those things. you have to understand. in spite of my rather large follower number, this blog is, first and foremost, for me. I am writing things down and allowing strangers and friends and wanderers to read it. I won't call it a privilege that can be taken away, bc its not like some of my thoughts are exactly a treat, but it is something to keep in mind.

if you ask me why I'm talking about the supreme courts recent decisions but not similar decisions in other countries, the answer comes down to "one of those directly affects me, and therefore i can fight back."

but I shouldn't have to announce where and how I'm fighting back. if for no other reason, my own fucking safety. but also bc this blog isn't any sort of guide to activism, it's not any type instruction. it is, at best, my diary that I published.

and that isn't a bad thing!! and it shouldn't be!!! that's why I harped so hard on the carrd post. that's why I'm vaguely annoyed with my reddit posts. that's why I shared my marital status and sexuality for a long time. that's why i have a rwby icon. that's why my blog title which hasn't changed since 2018 is what it is.

I understand that sometimes I have opinions people don't like. oceangate in particular has proven to be a fantastic example of that. But i am, at the most basic terminology, venting my thoughts and feelings.

that's why I'm talking ab the supreme court and their awful decisions. why I may not be talking about issues that don't directly affect me, but might affect some of you. it's not because i don't care. It's never because I don't care.

It's because my target audience is a mirror.

[1000feetunder]

name all the deep sea creatures you know

" You underestimate how much I love deep sea creatures. "

" There are around 240,000 discovered spieces of deep sea creatures and if I named them all we'd both be here for hours. "

[mutherlessarch]

I know they’re losing and I pay for my place (nana to tomura <3)

"is that all you have to say to me? " tomura's fists clench. a thousand words getting lost in it. they slam one of those clenched fists into the ground. and it begins to decay. the lines of rot and cracks seeming to begin from xyr own heart. the wail out of their mouth is something almost inhuman.

they are the sovereign. the king of villains. raised - no cracked, decayed, and reformed out of her image. the resulting evil left bares no resemblance to nana shimura. tenko shimura is NOT dead PLEASE SEE REASON THEY'RE NOT SO LONG AS YOU LIVE. they are all for one's marionette. an abused child now the festering husk of a would be favorite son.

the iron tang of blood in their mouth is achingly familiar. xe let out another miserable wail. the other fist hitting the ground another wave of decay striking what remains of the earth.

" you don't get to look so sad and talk about all you have lost! i'm right here! i'm still alive! but i'm not am i. I HATE IT HERE! " both fists come down with more force. and everything in front of you turns putrid. " isn't this is the way it always it fucking goes! "

[alcestas-sloboda]

shrapnel damage from russian rocket on ukrainian mosque. ukrainian soldiers praying. supreme mufti of ukraine took up arms on february 24 and has been in military for a year. yeah.

[d1mndnthr0ugh]

*boops your nose* send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose

oh uh

nah

there's too many people who deserve boops

I wouldn't be able to pick just 10

that would be mean to the others

so uh

everyone who sees this gets a boop :3

is that good (:

[tomgirltears]

The government doesn't want you to know you can have hot gay sex inside YOUR forklift.

[chosenoneofdusk]

If there is something especially lovely about the ball, it is how everyone who attends it seems to come alive, garbed in what manner makes them shine the brightest, be it in silliness or splendor. Like this, everyone draws Maria’s eye at some point or another, and the one she blinks at now is no exception. Flaxen hair and a crown of roses… even her magnificent sable gown seems to have met its equal — she certainly pulls off the look! And, though Maria is fond of her black feather brooch, she cannot help but feel there is another who would make it shine.

“Excuse me?” Calling out to the girl, the little princess of Macedon dips into a curtsy; when she rises, it is with her brooch held just so between her fingertips. “My name is Maria!” Lips part to reveal a crescent smile. “I just wanted to say that your dress really suits you!” A tip of the head and a warm laugh that spills out in its wake. “You’re really pretty! And your dress is so dark and elegant… I thought this—“ The brooch, held out to offer. “—would look great with it, if you want it!”

Even heroines need breaks and Ophelia is no exception to the rule. But whilst taking a break from the dance and festivities, a young girl with hair more vividly red than she remembered ever seeing in her life approaches and curtsies. No one has ever curtsied to Ophelia before! She can't help the smile that reaches her lips when the earnest compliment is given. How could she refuse such a noble trade request? Aren't heroines supposed to support the dreams of those younger than them, much like her father had done for her?

"Well Maria, I thank thee for the compliment! And for the most beauteous brooch you have given unto me!" She takes the offered brooch, but holds a moment as she reaches for her own brooch. A clear crystal, but when presented, caught the red of her hair and the yellow of her dress. "An aura as pure as the freshest mountain spring deserves something to compliment it. I do thoroughly believe this will suit you and your dress much better than I! It catches all the vibrance of your soul and puts it on display for all to see!"

[euesworld]

"I want you to know that my heart beats for you like your favorite song.."

Shake that ass!! Show me what you're working with, shake that soul and then give me a kiss - eUë

[toournextadventure]

I have to say that you are one of the few creators whose stories I cannot predict what will happen next. You lead the reader so well that even when I perfectly set up my assumptions, it turns out in the end that I am wrong (just like with why Birb went to jail). And damn it, I'm finishing my bachelor's degree in criminology and detective work so it's both frustrating and exciting that I can’t get it right. I have to express my sincere admiration for your work.

-🕷️

This is probably one of the most exciting things I've heard about my writing cause like... I love twists, I love mystery, but I also very much want it to be something that on a second go, you catch onto the little hints, you know? Like, I really try not to make it all out of left field because then it's not a mystery, it's just bullshit, and that's frustrating, you know? So I'm really hoping I can hone in on that this season and sprinkle in all the little hints and HOPEFULLY still keep yall guessin, cause it makes it so much fun, I think 😊

[mentality-of-wukong-au]

"how can we stop her.."

"We aren't fast in this form..."

Chikao: We are…

Tongbei using a star to float: No matter how fast Wukong is we can keep up…

Chikao: Rest now children…leave this matter to us…

[sakurarisen]

@warofthebeasts​ continued from here Because I could <3

“See? I told you it was safe.”

Had she said that for Shayan’s benefit, or her own? She wasn’t sure, to be honest, honey colored eyes looking the former SOLDIER over from head to toe. He’d kept himself unarmed and even joked like she remembered; maybe reports had been wrong. Maybe he wasn’t a bad guy. Maybe it’d all been a dream and she’d never heard anything on it...

Maybe it was just wishful thinking, glancing to the crate in time to see Shayan’s hair shift. He was settling in like a stubborn chocobo, it seemed, and it was to that she’d shrug her shoulders; if she couldn’t get him to come out and say hello, they’d just have to wait until he did so of his own accord! “I suppose if there’s just some crates here, they won’t mind if we step to the side for a moment?”

“Not harmless! NOT!”

“You’re right. It’s a fearsome crate. My favorite guardian.” Her tone had softened some with the added note, hoping, if anything, to calm Shayan before he huffed any louder. They were on the edge of the village and she’d no doubt his raised voice with bring others out to see what was going on - The last thing she wanted with Sephiroth there. If anyone saw him, whether they knew of anything or not... Better to avoid that path entirely and take a step away from her hidden son, taking care to stay close by despite the small bit of distance put between them.

“I promise you, he’s his father,” Sera started once she was sure Shayan wouldn’t be able to make out her hushed voice, turning back to tall man she’d once called her friend. How was it he seemed no different than when they’d been in Midgar? It was like nothing about him had changed at all - Had he even aged? Maybe he was a little taller, but-! “When he went missing, after he left for Nibelheim, I was already... If you’re not here to cause trouble, then just give Shayan a few minutes. That crate’ll become a boy and he’ll come over to greet you.”

A pause.

“You’re... Not here to cause trouble, are you?”