#I am well aware

[onyxmistkes]

A collection of spider suit redesigns I've done over the course *insert however many months I've been fixated on Spiderman in Gotham fics*

Some (most) are just me playing around with the asthetics and some (a total count of 1.5) were made with more utilitarian purpose in mind, like actual armor to protect from pointy-stabbys and better insulation for cooler months

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

Gwen: I want someone who knows things about nature.

Arthur: [Points to cloud] That’s a cloud. [Nods head proudly]

Gwen: I want that one.

[chippedshake]

Evie who notices every time someone interrupts Marcia and, unlike her, isn't too much of a people pleaser to speak up.

Marcia who's the only one that can get Evie rambling about something, that little sparkle in her eye.

Evie who always spends just a moment too long watching Marcia walk up to them.

Marcia who always turns towards Evie whenever she makes a joke to make sure she's laughing.

Evie who has fully incorporated Marcia's scatter-brained way of talking into her language processing system and understands her seamlessly.

Marcia who steals Evie's nail polish and suddenly turns up with her nails painted black or wine red, as opposed to her usual bright colours.

Evie who notices every time and has to actually fight down a smile.

Just like. Evie and Marcia. Being gay as fuck.

[toads-treasures]

Spotify what the fuck man

[skyward-floored]

Hey, re: these tags here...

... I want to let you know that I was there about five years ago. Didn't get out much (hardly got out at all, really), didn't mesh well with a lot of people. I had given up hope of finding anyone.

Don't lose hope. You never know what miracles God will drop into your life.

Thanks. I know there's absolutely no rush and that I'm still rather young by most standards, and there's people out there, it's just. Yeah. Gets hard.

[hawkeyefierce]

there’s no bond like that of a blogger and their emotional support third line defenceman

[deliajackson]

That is the first thing that came into my mind when I re read this passage:

i feel like we don’t talk about this scene from the titan’s curse enough, because i think about this a lot. like… a lot. the way he was just like ‘oh i can move faster than bullets, that’s cool’, and then immediately moved on and never thought about it again?? i mean, i knew he could SWIM at mach 5, which is…. hypersonic speed, and equivalent to 3836 miles per hour. and i know all demigods are naturally a bit faster than humans. but like… he can move faster than bullets?

i guess i just wasn’t expecting perseus to go all spider-man on me, that’s all

[almondcroissantsandink]

the punch-in-the-face difference in vibes is so so funny to me

[deepdive002]

Can you text me privately?

sure, what's up?

[tamlins-stories-and-poems]

“Lactose-free” has been tried, it’s a different protein that dad’s allergic to. Luckily it’s not so bad that we can’t keep real milk in the house, which means my sibling prefers, and when feeding friends, we always at least double check which allergies or other restrictions we need to watch for.

We’ve tried all sorts of milk alternatives, and all have different preferences for different situations, so mostly we just keep what dad likes to drink in the house, but when we���re baking we’ll usually choose almond when milk is needed, unless we’re feeding someone with a nut allergy, then our next choice is oat.

Yeah, you’d really think “Dairy-free” and “milk-free” would be so much more common. Until they become so, we just do half our shopping at health food stores that are better about labeling and small allergy-friendly brands. At least we can afford to, even if not everyone can :/

I appreciate the attempt to help! Dad has been handling this for forty odd years now (allergy was developed, not inherent), Mom’s been eating with him for ages, and us kids have grown up with these sorts of things in mind, so we all have a pretty good understanding of what’s available and what to check.

the uncommon allergy haver to anticapitalist pipeline

[aueua]

people with siblings: how do you feel about them?

[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.

[maiko-coy]

Submas before i go to the trenches we call 'final exams'

[nerdyfangirlingbooks]

"I can't stand by and watch him die" "Then don't look" is too raw a line to come from bbc merlin

[bougouis]

i like that silly german guy

[raevenswritingdesk]

Me, knowing fine rightly that Jayce and Viktor are (and always have been) THEE toxic gay exes of League lore:

Also me, watching s2 ep 6 of Arcane: