#again jic

[scruffedknife]

Cough, have you drawn box x suitcase ii (boxcase)

^ this one from last night (design by friend)

and a quick one for ya !

[wereh0gz]

Actually while we're on the subject of terfs

As an afab person, who grew up as a girl and only started identifying as genderqueer relatively recently

What the fuck is the 'girlhood' and 'womanhood' they're so adamant in defending supposed to be?

Because I grew up supposedly knowing, intrinsically, what that is. But all I got is that women are just ppl who wear certain clothes and makeup, and have boobies and a uterus and periods (some 'biological' women don't but y'know it's something I was taught Every woman has). Women are supposed to marry a man and have kids and stay in the house. They can choose to not do that, but they will for sure be gossiped about and be pressured into doing it anyway. Among other things, many of them worse.

But that isn't exactly all there is to being a woman, is it?

Is womanhood really JUST being female? Is it just having periods and cramps? Is it just being able to have babies? I never got cramps with my periods, and I've never wanted to have babies. Does that make me any less of a woman? Does that make any woman who physically can't get pregnant or doesn't get periods for whatever reason any less of a woman? What about intersex women? (Also, I thought we Didn't want to be defined solely based on our genitalia?)

Is it a set of experiences? So many women have different lived experiences depending on how or where they were raised, and in what culture and religion they grew up with. A latina woman will have very different experiences with womanhood from a white woman, or a muslim woman, or an asian woman, or an african woman. And that's not going into the variance Within any of those categories, and within any subcategories from those categories. There may be similarities, but women's experiences aren't a monolith.

Is it just a set of expectations? Stuff forced upon you based on what parts you have? Cos that just sounds like a chore! And there's no One set of expectations, just as with experiences. There's isn't a monolith here either.

Is it... an innate feeling?

If it is, then I must not be a woman because I don't know what that feels like.

Honestly, I only ever thought of myself as a girl because that's what I was told. I didn't really question it until recently. To me it just felt like being a girl or a woman was just a label put on you based on what parts you have, and a bunch of rules that don't really make sense.

It felt like a performance, one that I wasn't very connected to, nor did I want to take part in, really.

My point is, it's literally impossible for girlhood and womanhood to be defined as just one thing. It's more like a giant umbrella encompassing millions of different experiences that have some similarities. It's a little bit of everything I just talked about.

So, with womanhood encompassing so much, why can't trans people be a part of that too?

What is it with this obsession with giving an inherently fluid concept such rigid definitions that end up excluding the very people they're trying to protect?

I don't know, it's just confusing.

[kazooiesart]

[lexicals]

Meanest but funniest thing I like to do in this game is fire an arrow in between where you get the zonai mech and moblin camps next to each other and then watch them fight to the death before coming in to finish off the winner ^^

[mayoiayasep]

one piece fan letter was beautifully animated and written all the way through but this scene was the part that really got me

[findjackwalten]

Which is why we're here; to cheer !

[batbabydamian]

hihi! i’m the anon that asked what your damijon looked like! AND THEY WERE SO CUTE OMGMG, but i’d also like to ask what your super sons damijon looks like as well? 🥹 tyty 🙏

hii thank you for that ask, and i'm glad you liked it!! here's a super sons ^^

[yellowtrinity]

some of my favorite one-off ace attorney characters!

[nbmudkip]

happy holidays brought to you from the loops of eternal torture

[u3pxx]

more brain empty skills doodling: psyche edition (i ran out of juice by the end whoops)

[blackfire5561]

And just for a second, I could

be one of the greats

I’ll be Caesar on a TV screen,

champion of my fate

[lesmond-sycamore]

*puts pressure on the bleeding wound* errrrmmmm desmond suck-him-more is that a[GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT]

erm ermmm dicked-downscolé. is this anyth[GUNSHOT]

[pigeon-scratches]

(click for better quality)

squashes him under my shoe

[wolfofartblock]

1.

“Here's that beer, Alex.”

Predictably, the other said nothing.  In all the months since he'd started coming to Bad Weather, Desmond had only gotten his name and a few one-word answers from the guy.  It was fine, though.  He wasn't the first customer who just wanted a quiet space to unwind after work, and he wouldn't be the last.

He walked away to hand over another table's drinks, peering into the reflections of the glasses as he did so.  Just like every night, Alex was watching him.

2.

He hadn’t really noticed it before now.  Customers causing problems and picking fights at his job had gone down in recent months, something his coworkers always attributed to Desmond’s own presence. Desmond, the closest thing Bad Weather had to a bouncer, throws out disruptive jerks once and they decide to haunt some other poor bar, never to show their faces again.  He just wishes this jerk continued the tradition.

Waiting for him until after closing?  Was this guy’s ego that bruised?

He shook off the thoughts and got to work laying him out a second time that night, not noticing the unmoving shadow on the street watching the scene unfold.

3.

In the early morning hours, between dragging himself home after a long night and waking up way too early for the next day, a knock rings loudly through his empty apartment.  Desmond’s heart stops at the sound before it stutters back to life at the reminder his landlord loves to bother the residents, even when it’s dark out like it is now.  He stands warily to go answer the door, pocketing a small knife and keeping in mind escape routes.

No one is outside when he looks through the peephole, not that he could see much with the lack of light.  He opens the front door just wide enough to confirm for himself, yet the hallway is still empty.  The flutter of paper catches his attention, and he looks down thinking it to be some notice the landlord left behind.

Instead, a stained yellow sticky note sits innocently enough by his feet, and beside it, body parts: teeth, a hand, an eye.  All of them bloody, none of them cut cleanly.  But worst amongst it all, are the words sloppily scribbled onto the note in bleeding pen.

For Desmond.

Original Sketch under the cut

[spamsandsuch]

“The Novel Rays in My Shadow” part zero

ver without text:

[twinleafsystem]

im already here (for you to see, for you to see, i see you) ive always been here (for you to see, for you to see, i see you~!)