#body was not cooperating

[carrionhearted]

Found some poetic graffiti at this high lookout point… I wonder who wrote this, when, and why?

[ariadnethedragon]

RIVALS (2024-)

‘I can’t breathe without you’

[saltedsnailstudio]

linocut on lokta paper

[woogiez]

[COMMISSION]

Ghoul/Lucy\synth!Cooper Howard, part 1

uncensored: Twitter | AO3

[heilos]

Nothing like the whiplash of "i'm cookin' on this art" and then the next day "it's over I forgor how to draw"

[damecolacao]

Cooper Black IG @captaincblack

[adonisandguysnew]

Cooper black

BY Jake O’Donnell

[mangoshibi]

Countdown Au: ( Intro <- here )

Part 3: IT'S PARTY TIME!!!!

[ part 2 / part 4 ]

[tunabesimpin]

I don't know nothin about nothin, but the trio was always my favorite part of Nightmare before christmas :3

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Alice Cooper on the set of Welcome to My Nightmare/ Black Widow (1975)

[star-anise]

So, Easy Beauty by Chloé Cooper-Jones is not by any means a straightforward tale of the specific traumas and experiences of being a disabled woman. In many ways, it's an examination of how holding onto those traumas too tightly can keep you not just from positive chances for connection and experience, but understanding when your choices and behaviours are hurting other people.

But. It does talk about the trauma. And specifically, this splinter I've spent months now slowly drawing out of my soul, because this never happened to me except for the version of it that did happen to me. In her case, it was a conversation with a friend in high school:

I approached him in the library of our school. He was studying for a geometry test. He saw me, closed his notebook, and smiled. “I feel like,” he said, teasing me, “there might be something you want to talk to me about.” I told him yes, there was, and I said that I wanted to go to the homecoming dance with him and would he take me. “Of course,” he said. Relief flooded through me so quickly it turned my stomach. “But,” he continued, “there’s something very important I need to talk to you about first.” He proceeded to tell me that our female friends had been pressuring him for weeks to ask me to the dance, not wanting me to feel left out. “They love you,” he said, “but they pity you and their pity won't help you in the world.” I can, to this day, recall the exact even tone in his voice, his smile. He reached across the table and took my hand. “I want to tell you something as your friend,” he said. “I want to protect you. When you ask a man like me on a date, you put us in a bad position.” He was still smiling; I was having a cute delusion and was in need of his loving, if uncomfortable, correction. “It’s just the truth,” Jim said. “No man will want to date you unless he, too, is desperate or ugly.”

What I've felt, since I was very young, was this sense not just that no one would ever love me, but that I was so pitiful, so unlovable, such a complete failure of femininity, that expressing interest in another person was tantamount to forcing them to pity-fuck me. And how could I do something that horrible to them?

Well, at least in the years since then, I've learned that actually people feel no compunction about rejecting me!

I have almost always felt like such a complete failure at femininity, to the point that discussions about the female experience feel hypnotically surreal, because these things never happen to me. Y'all get catcalled and hit on? I'm struggling to dredge up memories of experiencing that firsthand. I grew up with grownups always warning me about men who'd want me for sex but didn't actually love me, and now I'm like... being wanted for sex? What's that like? I have literally ten seconds of experience of my desire for someone else being something that excited and interested them.

This is my own personal neurosis, not a prescription for widespread behaviour. But I've always kind of hated when people talk about slowburn romances and stories with pining as "two idiots in love" because on a visceral level, it doesn't feel stupid to me to believe you're repulsive and nobody will ever want you. It has always felt like the natural and obvious conclusion to enter adulthood with.

Up until two weeks ago I've always been very careful to describe my feelings about my body as part of me being crazy--I hate the way I look, I don't like seeing or hearing recordings of myself, I think I'm not pretty. Because obviously that means I'm actively working to rid myself of those emotions and attitudes! I've got it handled! I've admitted that I have a problem!

And that's because I always had it locked away in my heart that if I tried to make a factual claim about being ugly, people would say "No you're not!" just to make me feel better, and then I would never ever know if anyone who found me attractive really meant it, or if they were just doing it out of pity.

That is crazy. That's holding onto the lesson of that fucking shitbag who found Chloé attractive and fuckable two months fucking later once he got over himself. That's sitting around waiting for someone to come climb up into my unfuckable tower and do all the work of establishing a relationship themselves. That's lesbian sheep behaviour.

It's only just begun to feel possible that I could begin to take steps to seek people out and express interest in them, instead of holding perfectly still and making someone else do all the heavy lifting to get to me, when I haven't even made it known I wanted them to.

But this doesn't get talked about as part of "the female experience". When men talk about women's experiences in the dating market, they absolutely never mean women like me. Why bother with the experiences of women they wouldn't want to fuck anyway? It's not like we're people or some shit like that.

[sforzesco]

"Since you've named yourself after Julius fucking Caesar, perhaps I'll follow in your lead and choose one of the conspirators." "Interesting," says Giuliano. "Should I worry about finding you at the center of some kind of conspiracy that ends with my death?" "Not from me," replies Ascanio. He sounds tired. "Not anymore."

informally, some kind of. conversational follow up to the last comic. I'm trying to get the atmospheric conversational whimsy out of my system because I have a vision of the vatican as a body in active decay, a point of infection spreading out and poisoning the well, a jaw unhinged that people walk into over and over, and I am so close to figure out how to convey this visually. maybe.

[forever70s]

model Ginny Cooper in Estee Lauder cosmetics and wearing specialty contact lenses (1970)

[mangoshibi]

Countdown Au: ( Intro <- here )

Part 7: taking this party HOME!!

[ part 6 / next chapter ]

[foolforlover]

Immortal Sins

(ref below!!)

[julissart]

Would you run away with me? Against even gods or demons?

Part 1

This one is to thank @cloudyxpressions for surprising me with all that notifications and make me remember this AU, I swear all of my AU are stuck in my brain, they exist ok? but I haven't find time or inspiration to continue, also there's so many 🤧

So, to anyone who know the basics of fantasy Chinese dramas (myself included) can understand this kind of scenario, and I'm kinda thinking on doing (not promises) a "Mortal arc" just like cdramas, the best part? Anything can happen while you are in the mortal world 🤭 the sad part? Once they comeback it can go for the good path or the inevitable one path, anyway, maybe in other six months (can't believe how fast time went since Sanuso week) I'll made part 3 🤫

P.S When Sanji emotions are leaning to the negative side his hair turns more black and the roots grows longer. Then, what would happen if he experiences extreme positive emotions?... Wanna find out? 😏

My OP Fanart Masterlist here