#Sometimes I forget in 2

[simm-mouse]

Another random ramble for the night:

I said this once, but I'm still kinda surprised how Lilibet ended up looking pretty good. Considering who one of her parents is. Like look at this

Kept screenshots of her throughout the life stages

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[can-we-be-kind]

I genuinely wonder if this is going to start something

Will more people start killing CEOs?

Are there more people willing to potentially give up their freedom for the ‘greater good’?

How many people are in the position to actually access a weapon and be within proximity to a billionaire?

Will there actually be a revolution?

Are people too scared to actually start something?

Are the people who want to, too young, too weak, too ill, ect. to actually be able to do something?

Are you able to actively do something?

Are you able to go outside right now and kill a CEO?

Are the charities working? Are the protests working? Are the movements working?

Is it really getting better?

Maybe if you don’t like something, you should do something.

I dunno man, maybe 1700s France was onto something

[sanjipussyindulgence]

[taxinealkaloids]

two b-list sons of God and a second-rate resurrection

[ladykakata]

I can't be the only fucking person looking at Hermes' Hades II art and thinking "oh my fucking god he's married Charon it's canon it has to be". That hyper twink is wearing THAT outfit with RINGS on his hands HE IS FUCKING MARRIED TO CHARON I AM NOT ACCEPTING ANY OTHER INTERPRETATION

[oldkamelle]

Do you ever get stuck in a routine of the past?

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 2 - Christmas Town

[patch-ie]

some silly scribbles i made during my gameplay with the answer! :) imma plug these in but i'm more active at twitter and (now) at bluesky!

[arthursfuckinghat]

Do you ever pause after doing a Big Important Mission where you think "yeah no more, Arthur needs a break" and trot on off to Strawberry or something

[dovewingkinnie]

i think i shared this before but in an early version of the office story one of the shadow people had a crush on the main character, the only monster to have a positive feeling towards her (everyone else hates her) if u still remember this story congrats

[dilf-luvr-4evr]

Liking RDR is so funny because my dash is like “Arthur died alone :(“ and then the next post is like “need Arthur inside me so here’s a 5k smut 😝” like damn okay ig 😭😭😭

[crybaby-bkg]

new dad Bakugou who’s going back to work full time almost a full year after his daughter his born and he now has to grapple with the fact that….goddamn, he’s spoiled the shit outta her.

well, he doesn’t think it was spoiling her. in actuality, he just created a routine with her, gave her every bit of his attention, held her when she cried, scolded her (yes just at eight months) whenever she’d babble for more puffs even though she’s had enough already. it wasn’t spoiling, it wasn’t. he vowed to never be that dad, to raise a snot nosed brat, one similar to himself.

but here he is, on a Tuesday morning three weeks after her first birthday. he’s standing halfway between the front door and the living room in full uniform, with his still sleepy baby and her even sleepier mama. she’s gripping his neck like he promised to abandon her, wailing and crying so loud and dramatically, that you can’t help but chuckle at her antics and how he wavers ever so slightly.

“You promised you’d go back to work,” you scold him gently, rubbing at your daughters quivering back when she whines again the moment he acts like he’s gonna pull her off. Bakugou frowns at you, and you shrug, smoothing her unruly blond curls away from her sticky forehead.

“But you guys need me.” He pouts, eyebrows downturned as he pulls her away enough to wipe at her wet face. she blubbers again, whimpering out a small dadaaaa noooo, that absolutely breaks his heart.

“And so does the world.” You smile at him, gently pulling your daughter away from the matching glassy red eyes who watch her go. “We’ll be fine, my love. Promise.”

Bakugou looks unconvinced, especially since your daughter reaches for him with another cry of his name. you don’t say anything when he sniffles discreetly, quickly reaching down to the coffee table to snatch up his utility belt that he dropped when she waddled out of her room in tears. he snaps it on wordlessly, and you go to turn to the kitchen when he wraps you both up in his arms.

“Love you,” he whispers against your forehead before pecking it, leaning down to kiss your lips next, and then your daughter’s fat little cheeks. He whispers another love you to her, and wipes away at her rosy cheeks when she pouts at him.

“Rub you.” your daughter pouts, the both of you freezing in shock.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, grinning. “She said I love you back!” Bakugou matches your grin, laughing under his breath as he presses another torrent of kisses all of her face. for the first time since she’s opened her eyes today, she laughs, loud and joyous and familiar. he thinks that maybe going back in today won’t be so bad after all. not if this is what he’ll be coming home to.

[buwheal]

Damn, Spam, did the cake taste that bad? - bad joke. Sorry you're havin' a rough day. We're here if you need to talk, or if you just need a distraction.

[lin-onehalf]

A bad cut is what would have to happen to my hand if you wanted me to drop this white acrylic marker I used to hide my mistakes. I don’t draw that often and I especially don’t draw fanart that often but I enjoyed myself

[brainrotstation]

fun stuff happening over on Instagram if you ignore the homophobia in the comments !!!