#I am *howling*

[mrs-gauche]

So I just woke up and saw this

.......and I have so many thoughts and questions, but all I can think of right now is this

[radio-ronpa]

Good Lookin' by Dixon Dallas is a song that makes me think of Teruteru/Nekomaru -Zee

Oh, this is a nice--

Be right back listening to this on repeat for the next thousand years.

[porcelain-rob0t]

on identity, healing the inner child, fursonas, and cringe culture

[niftysaurus]

back from hiatus??

[inkskinned]

she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.

i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.

a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.

it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.

ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.

in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.

i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.

i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.

i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?

i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."

on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.

i hope one day it stops hurting.

[taruruchi]

Okay, guys, new game

Rb and put in the tags whose handwriting yours is most similar to !!

The above pic is from @/twstassets here

[ryrycouch]

*Soft gasp*

I was GIDDY drawing this. I am so un-normal about this... pls be un-normal with me?

I love the messy hair strands, but it got my also thinking who is maintaining this hair? What is the routine? mess it up more.

[lastoneout]

I've seen these five films sweep COUNTLESS themed polls, so guess what?

No "other" option. You have to pick one. Good luck.

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Human calcifer...don't ask me why

He probably steals Howl's clothes

[itsrlymine]

this whole conversation about "inducing pure consciousness" and "taking action" is funny to me because what do you do as a part of your morning routine to insure that you've "induced" the sun in order for it show up and shine the moment you open your eyes? oh nothing???... wait but doesn't that mean..... hmm nevermind maybe it's different and I don't get it since you have play a song from the twilight soundtrack every night to make the moon come out

[kalims]

⊹ㅤattractive things they do | savanaclaw

parts. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde, diasomnia

characters. leona, ruggie, jack

note. this is actually a hallucination, if I posted twice in a week, consecutively. this isn't true

assertive to an extent (which is a lot in his case.) leona has a knack for pulling you over by your arm, a case is when some fearless students decides it was a good time to insult you right in his face and he raises a brow, then pulls you behind him? just quietly stares down the person cause he's not gonna exert more effort than that unless they got some sort of nerve of steel. he tends to take charge, a bad habit you suppose. what he wants is what he gets apparently.

if you catch his eye he always grins at you. maybe a smile would've been endearing but it's ruggie, his trademark grin is practically the smile of someone like him. across the cafeteria when you're on your way to a table? you see ruggie and he waves at you with a little imp of a grin. just peacefully passing by the hallway on your way to your class? oh. there he is, getting chased by people again. he just passes by and even spades you another grin, multitude of yells following behind him. 'meet me later' is shouted by him after.

jack hugs like a bear. he looks like he gives the warmest hugs, the one where you'll just be engulfed in his ginormous flesh of his arms and turn into putty. if you ever catch yourself in one, well. you'll be wishing you had a fluffy bed and a pair of equally fluffy pillows alongside in it. it's easy to fluster him whether you like it or not by bounding up to the guy, raising his arms to go around your body and melt. cause he will notice and forget he can't control the emotions of his tail.

[jazzies-stuff]

I feel like my regular gacha luck has somehow been flipped for the drop rates for the new culinary crucible event because why have I been sending these teenagers to the school store for like eight hours and they haven't brought back a single pie crust.

All I’ve been getting are eggs and gelatin when I NEED PIE CRUSTS!!!!

[rainscenes]

EDDIE DIAZ 8.04 | No Place Like Home

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Started a new book series, and has been a journey...an Odyssey, if you will.

[shebsart]

sophie is so relatable instead of admitting that she finds Wicked howl's (certainly just an ordinary)smile cute, she just goes ugh thats definitely The Smile that charms women, i see right through his move, everything is calculated. good thing that im OLD and it wont work on ME :/

shes immediately like oh OTHER women 100% find this smile attractive not me though no im just annoyed

[wkomd]

RALPH MACCHIO & WILLIAM ZABKA as DANIEL LARUSSO & JOHNNY LAWRENCE

Unseen footage from The All Valley Under 18 Karate Tournament from The Karate Kid (1984) Cobra Kai | 6.13