#Idk if this counts

[bunnieswithknives]

Him 💖

[lecosmica]

I miss my wife

[lurkinginnernarrator]

I have had a thought: qjl and lqg parallels and what that means for ogsqq's relationship and perception of lqg

[asherashedwings]

Chat.

Tomorrow

Here's some miscellaneous doodles from The Pile, since I need yall to see this shit and they don't really spoil anything sooo...

[leafwateraddict]

I put jester!reader in this silly thing and now all I can think about is them giving sans a spiderman kiss while in it :3

[quitepossiblybamboozled]

something something parallels (all images have description in the alt text)

and these

unrelated to the parallels I think the rose-petal soup for dinner on their final night at the Training Center now has a new connotation knowing that Lucy Gray told Coriolanus that rose petals "taste like bedtime" and that she sustained herself when she could on the petals from the rose he gave her at the train station that first day

[idiotspacecowboy]

why

[star-on-a-beach]

Ok but just hear me out

Starro's human avatar (not antonio) having scars like this

Or smth

[transparent-dust]

I have no explanation, just imagine what would happen, if Winter King prefer ceramic mugs then glass glasses

And yes, his mug is totally empty

[jamifed]

Should I be doing work? Irrelevant

I present: Jonathan Sim

He is also covered in tattoos, but you can't see them, also they won't let me give him grey streaks :((, If I could make his clothes dirtier and unkempt I would, but alas-

Alternative Music in under likes cuz' I'm not sure how to put The Mechanisms into a genre and they were his college band, I will not be taking criticism. I was really tempted to put 'dislikes children' just cuz' I feel like he has the vibe

The battle between 'neat' and 'perfectionist' was long, but neat won out cuz I think it fits more. Everything else is just NERD

[i-was-a-rat-once]

okay this is gonna be the last little paper guy i make today i promise

[hashtag-swag]

[rustylumoria]

Got bored, so I tried to recreate @phisnom in gacha life 2. (Mind you my options in this game was a bit limited so I had to make do with what I had lol)

[latenightsleeper]

Closed doors

“ I don’t know Tank.. I just thought we were hanging out, just as friends “

The second those words left David’s lips, he knew they weren’t the ones he should have said. The way Tanks face changed, the look in their eyes..changed. Pitching in a way that made the pit in his core deepen and grow.

“ we’re not friends, Shaw, we are pack mates.. get your own friends “

And they closed the door, face turned away as they did. There was no slam, no rattling of a doorframe. Just a soft and uncomfortably quiet click as they locked and shut the door.

David wishes they did, wished they slammed the door on his face. Show a reaction, something he could react against. Something to build off of. But there wasn’t, just…silence. Unbearable quiet.

He knew he looked like an idiot, standing in front of a closed door. Looking at chipping paint that didn’t match Tank. Did anything he knew match Tank thought?

Pack mate

They said that word, one that normally holds so much weight and warmth like it meant nothing like that to them. Tank spoke it coldly, nothing in their voice to give him anything. It felt like a business exchange at best, is that what it felt like to them?

Did the Pack and him feel like business? Just something to deal with? Some inconvenience? Did they all treat Tank like this? Like being their pack mates were some…formality?

He slowly stepped away, feet heavy as lead as he did. David recalled the time he first met Tank when they were teens, they were quite even then.

You could tell just from a look there was something weighing them down, that they were nervous and new but their eyes.

Dark dark eyes that sometimes flashed a unique red, looked at David and the others with a tried but hopeful look in them. A light that was dim but not gone.

A light that…

He stopped and looked back up at Tanks door, hand on the door of his car. Brows furrowed as his core aches more and more as he thought.

David never realized that the light in them went out…when did it go out?

How much had been left unnoticed, how much left unseen? He didn’t know and he knew he wouldn’t like that answer because who wants to be wrong…who wants..

Who wants to know they failed someone they were supposed to protect?

David was supposed to be there, to protect Tank. Not just as their alpha or as their..pack mate but as someone who saw them as one of his own. His family, not family like the pack but his.

His family—David Shaw’s family

As he drove away he couldn’t help but whisper apologies. Hands clenching the wheel as the scenery blurred into nothing but colors.

Too little, too late..too little too late

“ I’m sorry..I’m sorry… “

And Tank, oh Tank.

Lonely little wolf, who got tired of watching, who got tired of waiting, who got tired of starving.

They were so tired, tired of waiting forever. Waiting like they didn’t feel like they were drowning in their own loneliness as they watched. Like they could wait forever

They could, they really could, they always would

The second they heard David slowly drive off, they let themselves let a few tears fall but a few didn’t fall. They all did, fuck, they cried and whimpered but never let a sound louder than that leave them. They slid down onto the floor and cried and cried and cried.

What Tank a year ago would have given for what David said, what Tank a year ago would have waited for this moment.

But they weren’t Tank from a year ago, they weren’t them anymore and they had to stop doing this. Tank had to move on, Tank had to close the door. So they could move on. They’d close one door so they could get through the next one.

So they did, even if it killed them too.

[my-traumacore-sideblog]

it really hurts how in letting myself be a guy i became less human 2 ppl

i suddenly hav 2 deal w being perceived as a threat

i suddenly hav 2 deal w being perceived as an oppressor and a traitor

is it wrong 4 me 2 want 2 spread my wings? 2 want 2 thrive and come into my own

apparently yes

4 i am now monster

inhuman

simultaneously both the betrayer and the betrayed

the broken and the danger

for once she now he i am him and so in your eyes i am the destroyed and the mercilessly destroyer of womanhood and womankind

for acknowledging it is not my responsibility as he to lay down my life for her and every she/her

because i as him state that i am a person and not a "gotcha" for your ridiculous arguments on bathroom bills and i am not a monster

because i say as he it is not my duty to do anything she or her says or to pay her any more respect than she would me or than she would he

you call me scum, less than dirt

because dirt in its fertile nature can grow something beautiful inside it, an ability i once had that i chose to tear away from myself

because one day i hope with every last fiber of my sanity to look like me as he and to not look like her anymore, that myth of the little girl

for she never existed

while the facade was awake i slumbered in the depths of my own fragmented soul broken over and over with every tiny word

she was never her for he was me

scum, monster, filth, irredeemable

all over being he and not she, him but never her

so you admit that you hate me with open glee and get giddy justifying with the word patriarchy

if the feminine is seen as inherently revolutionary then what would my rejection of my own femininity mean

you say that im sick, that im a danger, that im in danger myself of myself

you say man is the only one capable of evil and yet

i was raised by women to hate myself

i was raised by women to fear myself and anything that reminded me of that desperate longing to be he instead of she

and now that im not her and instead im me you cast me aside and hurl hate speech at me

for you practice what you preach and what you preach is hate, that women should support women and no one else

so when a so called traitor breaks rank, should i have even expected anything else?

and yet for years you taught me over and over to betray myself

i won't deny as her i said things about men i now regret, because i was raised to be afraid

but it hits different when you know deep down that you are the monster

you trick yourself into thinking that maybe with every hateful word aimed at him you can stop yourself becoming him

im not the man that i was terrified i would one day be

but i am a he and not a she

and because of that you hate me

because of that you pity me

because of that you're terrified of me

because of that you vilify me

because you see monster as a man and a man is me i am a man i am a he and so you scream monster when you see me

will it ever stop? seems unlikely

because all i can ever remember from you is you liking her but never me

and while you didn't love her, you still treated her with a hell of a lot more love and respect than you ever did me, than you ever did he

he is me and i am him

once went by her to hide my sin

but my form grew painful and i grow tired

i'll never be her but i guess i tried

and yet despite my best attempts deep down i was still always me

i was still always him even though you couldn't see

love me fully or not at all

stop telling me about how you want to kill me with the rest of them all

kill all men includes me too

but you already knew that didn't you?

so i rest my head in my cacoon

for i have a lot of growing to do

a whole form to grow anew

the process is long

but maybe at least for once

i can see myself when i see my form

and yet the part that scares me most

it isn't surgery or hormones

it's the never ending psychological attack

of being told im a monster or that i should just go back

i hate myself but only because you taught me to

and i know you'll probably try to find a way to blame men for this too

you don't like to think about it but you have power too

now take some fucking responsibility for the power your words hold when you say so loudly and bold

that you think all men are rapists or misogynistic scum, that deserve to die

im done

i can't engage with this anymore

listening to you say that i have to make up to you the sin of my existence as a so called traitor and more

it's to the point where i feel scared around cis women now

if you see that as a win then i ask you

are you fucking happy now