#Someone remind me to delete this!

[whysamwhy123]

LOL, what if I tried to overcome my inability to write smut by writing an unimaginably self-indulgent fic based on a fucking manga series that I was obsessed with Back in the Day that nobody knows and nobody would care but it also wouldn't matter because I'd just be writing it for me and it would just be pure pornography and trashy as hell and I probably wouldn't dare show it to anyone else, let alone post it but maybe it would help me get over some of my insecurities about writing or maybe it would just make them worse and be a waste of time and what am I doing, shut the fuck up, Sam, LOL

[playerkingsley]

gwendolyn de rolo, the most charming person in whitestone (feat. the eyes of charming)

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an addendum to this post

[canisalbus]

Fanart of Ludovica and her unnamed girlfriend! I based her girlfriend off a Gordon Setter, one of my favourite dog breeds!

Also, cowboy Vasco and Ludovica

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[crybaby-bkg]

cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.

[almayver]

Damn Great. I mean good for you, stay safe.

[little-pup-pip]

hi! can i please get a moodboard themed around an ox? gender neutral leaning slightly masc (but gender neutral in a pinch) and yes please to the paci and unstudded please! my petre name is clover if that helps with figuring things out :)) please lmk if i’ve missed anything and have a great day!!

Sure!!

[natsmagi]

in light of an anon sending me 2 asks wishing me pain/death (although not the most serious in tone) only to then follow it up with an immediate apology saying "i didnt mean it i love your art so much please dont die" im deciding to just revoke yalls anonymous privileges because clearly you people are just too comfortable saying whatever the fuck you feel like without ever stopping to think for a second. and like ive mentioned; im not one that cares for death threats. but for you to just throw this shit at someone only to immediately apologize and take it back? what happened to thinking before we act? have we truly reached a point where we're so online-brained we've forgotten theres actual consequences for our actions? if youre comfortable enough to send someone you dont know death threats that you dont even mean i expect you to be comfortable saying that same thing with your name attached to it. this is just getting annoying to deal with

[pmpwbrrs]

Kinda amazed how Tumblr still isn't blocked in Russia

[ennabear]

do you ever get period cramps that are so bad it’s like oh my god there are monsters in my tummy and they’re clawing their way out hahah anyways sevika smut coming soon

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

The funniest part of being in a small fandom/in a small section of a fandom is two people eating at eachother while the rest is ignoring them and having their fun in the fandom sandbox

[thegirlwiththewriting]

Me when

Every single night

[charmstrangebeauty]

Willing to bet that Joe Locke’s dialect coach is straight and it’s causing me stress like his pronunciation is fine but that’s not how a queer American person would say that slang

Anyway I’m not opposed to hiring Brits to play Americans but I do think having queer writers and actors is not actually sufficient in this case

[akoichoi]

your aa art is lovely i want you to know that

oh! thank you!! that's so nice of you :)

[proshipconfessions]

Someone submitted these images to me, saying that they’ve seen a lot of people interacting with this person, and want to let people know, but don’t want to attract harassment by posting.

Their username is @/sandycheekscockvore. Here are screenshots of their blog, where they’re telling people who draw characters as trans men to fuck off, and reblogging FOX News anti-trans propaganda. There’s also a screenshot of them getting shouted out on a radfem blog.

Just in case anyone is unfamiliar with the interviewer in that FOX News article or thinks that there’s a chance that it could be unbiased, Riley Gaines—the interviewer—thinks that trans women shouldn’t be allowed to play in women’s sports, including chess. She also fights for trans people, especially trans women, to have less rights.

[great-tusk]

Ugh. I had a really bad day.

[flowercrowngods]

i don't know how to be merely acquaintances when we used to be friends. or i think we used to be. i don't know how to yearn for a simple hello when you've been heaping your affection on me months ago, and i don't know how to talk to you when you won't say anything. when suddenly it's all about me. you know i have nothing to say, you know my brain is void of everything but horribleness and i cannot tell you about my day because i don't even know about my day. i cannot tell you about my day when i know you won't listen, when i know you'll apply your philosophy to my world and don't believe me when i say that everything is terrible. i don't know how to be the person you seem to think i am, or the person you want in your life. i don't know if you want anyone else in your life now that you're in love and sappy, found another recipient for your affections, leaving me empty and wounded and yearning.

you said you missed me. said it many times, while i was gone. now i'm back, have been back, and i wonder how you missed me, why you missed me, when you won't talk to me. i think you mistook missing for worrying. i think you mistook caring for a feeling of obligation. i think you like missing me more than talking to me.

and i think i can't breathe with how much that hurts