#I’m kinda really proud of this one

[aspenaspenaspenaspenaspen]

YAYYYYYY SOLINH WEEK!!

@solinhweek

[ghoulishcavern]

THIS JUST IN: Big Salmon ATTACKS Local Innocent Factory Owner (BIG SALMON GETS OWNED!!!)

[lylethewaterguy]

I really regretted how I did them the first time so I decided to give it another try

[elaenim]

WIP

[kasieli]

When they said “blend in with the crowd,” they didn’t mean that. | From this scene in Winter Soldier because I saw it again and had to recreate it with these two

Bonus:

Feat. Poppy forgetting that Ominis is blind

[loopyhoopywrites]

‘The Oxford English Dictionary Defines Resilience As’ by Loop Laurens.

My local queer group, in collaboration with the local library, created an LGBTQ+ zine to hand out at Pride, themed around resilience. As a psychologist, resilience is a kind of humorous concept to me, because it’s one of those things everyone agrees is a good thing and people should have more of it, but no one can agree on what exactly it is or how to measure it. So when I was thinking about what I wanted to create for the zine, I starting by looking up ‘resilience’ in the dictionary, and this is what I ended up making.

I wanted to make something that balanced my trademark lighthearted humour writing with something personal and honest about my trans experience, and, somehow, I think I managed it.

Transcript below the cut.

The Oxford English Dictionary defines resilience as

the ability of a substance or object to spring back into shape; elasticity

As a trans man, I’d quite like to be less resilient.

No matter how many times I:

bind my chest

cut my hair

state my pronouns

I always spring back into shape again.

The Oxford English Dictionary also defines resilience as

the capacity to withstand or to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness

(I think that’s the one I was supposed to write about)

[mumblesplash]

don’t let the superhero costumes fool you they’re just here to shoot people 

[sombrathedragon]

wait omg.. i know you just posted someone else's request 6 minutes ago so take ur time with this but! can i request one of my ocs? (any one of them... i can send a ref sheet if you want but they're all up on their ask blog!)

but yeah also no pressure! :) hope your day's been good!

Always liked Fuji’s colors :]

[daily-kinitopet]

Day 17

Is this form more to your liking?

[luderailing]

Lat 🖋️

[edge-oftheworld]

yeah I know Luke’s been running around saying he ‘can be a bit of a pessimist’ but I just wanna give him a little bit more credit than that. he’s been through so much and yet we’ll hear him talking about times that are ‘marred with trauma’ but still he can’t ever regret for getting him to where he is today. this whole year he’s been making an effort to do things that scare him and he even finds hard, he’s been pushing himself out of his comfort zone and doing 1000 solo interviews as well as his shows and last year he went to bogota to film 7 music videos in 2 days and believed he could do it and he did. he talks about mental health related things in such a way that’s filled with acceptance, not complaint or bitterness but dare I say even optimism, dropping horrifying little descriptions to already heartbreaking songs since 2021 and then turning around and saying writing songs is what gets him through it, he ‘wouldn’t have a good relationship with anything’ if he didn’t make them but he’s super proud of himself after and wasn’t put off by how much work it was gonna be even though it did make him apprehensive and he goes and mentions how it wasn’t easy. you look at everything we know of him for the last decade and a half and realise, maybe it was never easy. but someone once described optimism as curiosity + resilience rather than being naively happy all the time in denial of everything going on around. and with that active brain and all the things he figures out while writing all his beautiful songs there’s definitely curiosity there. and with everything he’s been through to keep choosing to be himself and do whatever he needs to do there’s so much resilience. and I’ve seen this spirit in the songs of sounds good feels good and 5sos5, as well as littered through wfttwtaf and boy; every project being a quiet, kinda emo, statement of survival. I’m just one fan with too many opinions but this is something I’ve always loved about the band, and a decent portion of it was always brought to the table by luke and idk I just think we should acknowledge it

[misiahasahardname]

screenshot redraws ! yayyyyy

[daggerhobbit]

If my body was meant

to be perfect.

Flawless.

Right.

Then why does it feel so

ugly.

Uncomfortable.

Wrong?

I feel trapped.

Imprisoned

in a body

that isn’t my own.

My skin feels too wrong,

it isn’t mine.

This body is not my own.

I need to get out,

to abandon this skin

that isn’t mine

and be free.

I’ve tried before

to cut myself out

but the pain

and blood

and tears

accomplished nothing.

I have learned to act

like my body is mine

and I’m not an imposter

in someone else’s skin.

But it is just that,

acting.

And still feel

wrong.

[eyes-of-nine]

character design hw for class and of course me being me I chose the hardboiled detective trope for my research ((if anyone’s got any name suggestions 👀👀👀))

[classicallyyours]

needy - m.o

Another emergency Drabble because he is stuck in my head and I am a lover and delulu ✨❤️ - had this idea stuck in my head all morning at work so this is what I wrote instead of paying attention teehee it’s okay I’m ahead of schedule

Husband!Samu cause oh dear he’d be so good to me cause I said so <3 wc - 448 // unedited as always sorry babes it’ll happen one day i promise // gender neutral (you are called Love! He loves you! So much!) 

It’s early. Too early. The smallest creak in your floorboards woke you up, right when your sleep cycle was nearing its end. How unfortunate. Your bleary eyes barely made out the large red numbers on your alarm clock. 05:30. You internally jumped up for joy. You still had another two hours before you needed to get up. You proceeded to turn your body to find your husband and curl back up for sleep, only to be met with an empty bed. You furrowed your brow, fisting his side of the sheets, confirming what you already knew: he wasn’t there. Through your foggy and sleep-ridden mind, you made your way out of your bedroom, searching for your lover. 

The sky was still cloudy and grey; a blue hue painted your living room in exhaustion and melancholy. Lights were still off, save for the kitchen, where Osamu was making coffee. You shuffled over to him quietly and wrapped your arms around his middle. He flinched, startled, before he settled one of his hands on yours. His tummy rumbled with his laughter. 

“Good morning to you too.” He kissed the back of your hand, turning around to greet you with another to your forehead. “What are y’a doin’ up? You still have some time before y’a need to get ready for work.” 

You whined, burying your face into his chest. He cradled the back of your head and pressed another lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Love? You alright?” 

“Don’t leave yet…” you drawled. He smiled sympathetically at you. He typically didn’t need to go in before 7, unless he was catering. To your misfortune, he had a large party to prepare for today. “Just… need cuddles for a few more minutes…” 

“Awe, what, feeling a bit needy this morning? Need yer big strong man to spoil you a little?” He teased. You sheepishly nodded and his heart melted. Osamu squeezed you closer before picking you up, coffee long forgotten. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grazing your fingers over his recently buzzed undercut, and he carried you over to the couch. He kept you close, rubbing your back, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He murmured his devotion for you between planting kisses on your temple and cheeks. You felt sleep overtaking you once more, and you left a kiss on his shoulder. 

“I love you Samu…” you drooled. He smiled, and left a warm trail of kisses up your neck and behind your jaw before whispering, “I love you more.” 

He carried you back to bed and tucked you in, leaving one final kiss on the crown of your head. 

“Sweet dreams, my love.” 

[starswirly]

[ * Pros of self indulgent art: making what you crave and want to see in the world! ] [ * Cons: It’s not everyone’s niche ]