#but it’s fine because I chose it this time

[quantomeno]

This reminds me of a story:

When I was a kid my family and I went to Thailand for a holiday and for whatever reason I decided to bring the DS lite (I say 'the' DS lite because at this point my siblings and I each had our own DSis but the DS lite was shared because we had an R4 card which only worked on it, so we would all use it to play the games only on it, and this is probably why I chose to bring it specifically rather than my DSi). I didn't use it much (because, well, why would you play video games when you can swim in the pool? I still kick myself for bringing it to Thailand because it was so pointless but I was a kid and it seemed like a good idea to have something to play if I got bored for whatever reason).

On the way home, for whatever reason some security woman at the Thai airport opened up my luggage and was poking around in it (I don't know if it was just some random search or what but I think it was just random) and she takes out my DS and looks at it. But the thing is, she's wearing like disposable gloves and the DS lite has a glossy exterior. It's slippery already and with the gloves it'd be worse and the device slips out of her hands and hits the hard airport floor. We get a bit 'oh, hey!' with her and she's clearly embarrassed and stuff and we just pack up the suitcase again and move on (it was kind of funny in that the search ended so quickly because it didn't seem she was done yet, but I think she wanted it to be over after that kerfuffle). Anyway, checking it later, the DS was broken on the right side, at the hinge bit, but it was just the plastic bit around the hinge that held it in place. So it was a little loose, but it was still held in place.

So OK, no big deal.

But as time wore on, it got looser and looser, until the screen would go kind of red if you moved it too much. But it was OK, if you just jiggled it a bit eventually it'd sort itself out.

But then as time wore on further, it got worse and worse and worse. Now it's permanently red.

Which was a shame, because of the R4 thing. We had a number of games only on there.

But then one day we found a second hand DS lite in an op shop and so we bought it. And that one worked pretty well, except its microphone was broken.

OK not many games use the microphone, right? But one of the games we really loved on the R4 was Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, and in the final case you have the ability to test for fingerprints, which requires you to blow away the dust. Which would be ok because normally you can just exit the fingerprint test thing, save, move the R4 to the old DS and then use that one's microphone (and just deal with the bad screen for that moment), save after that and return to the better DS.

But the thing is the first time you do it, there's a tutorial you can't skip or exit, so you can't do this and my younger sibling had to restart the game from quite a while back (and I had to replay the sections up to that point for them) and yeah. It was bad enough to consider getting another DS lite.

Also WarrioWare Touched uses the microphone and we had that on the R4 too.

(Hotel Dusk: Room 215 also allows you to use the mic and we had it on the R4, and I got to the point in the game where you can use it and I was like no... I can't do this puzzle. But then I tapped the screen instead and I realised the mic is a red herring and it actually makes you fail the puzzle so yeah, it actually wasn't needed)

Anyway, so we bought a third DS lite online. This one works fully.

We also wanted to see if we could swap the microphones of the old ones to get an extra fully functional DS, but it seemed like it'd be too hard.

The other DSes we own are all in good nick and we are ultra careful with them now. There is a bit of poor connections or whatever on the LR buttons with some, and the volume switch of the 2nd DS Lite was also dodgy, and our 3DS' coating is peeling and the circle pad's rubber thing came off, but in terms of serious, game-ruining damage, they're fine.

Anyway, moral of the story is don't take your DS overseas.

if multiple parts are broken just click the first one you noticed!

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Consequence Last night I was met with major consequences of my actions. 

A buddy of mine asked me to come over and help him set up his house, as he just moved. I said yes (as any friend should) and we worked for a few hours straight. 

His wife is quite the cook. She’s made us countless lovely meals that are by all accounts quite lavish: plenty of fresh vegetables and herbs, finely cut and marinated meats, perfectly prepared noodles or rice or soup, and even at times delectably indulgent desserts. They are a modest family but often there is enough to eat seconds or thirds if one desired, and she has often welcomed or encouraged it, as that is how she was raised. 

Last night she made a huge pot of noodles and sausage and cut vegetables, even with fresh spices and homemade sausage. Truly some of her best yet. I helped myself to 4 portions or so…there was tons and only 3 of us, and no one was in the kitchen when I got mine. 

I sat down at the table and got to work. It took deliberate effort by the end of my absolutely piled plate to finish it all. My poor gut was so filled up I had gotten to a point where I was having to hide my heavy breathing. Luckily both my friend and his wife were preoccupied with a phone call and the tv, so I could gorge with little fear of being noticed. I finally finished it all. I took a deep breathe and just kinda zoned out in a blissful, food induced daze. I was quickly snapped back to reality by her. She sort of just appeared out of nowhere to get my plate. 

She asked if I liked it. I said it was great. She asked if I wanted more. I was looking down to grab my plate and hand it to her. I struggled to find a nice way to say I was so full I couldn’t have anymore, and then I looked up. She was almost…frowning? Maybe pouting? I couldn’t bear the thought of turning her down then, she looked so distraught…so I said sure. 

She practically jumped forward to take my plate, and she was beaming. A big smile flashed on her face and she expressed how thrilled she was to get me some more and that I liked it so much. 

I could hardly imagine eating any more. My stomach was already packed full. I absolutely dreaded her return. In just a minute or two she came back with my plate, and dear goodness it was stacked. She had chosen the choicest slices of meat and more than I got the first time as I was being modest with something such high quality. She had given me the nicest looking vegetables, and plenty of the fresh herbs. She even made sure my noodles had plenty of sauce. I was shocked. It was easily rivaling the portion I got earlier, but she chose so many delightful pieces of everything. With an excited, grateful word she set my plate in front of me. She was smiling ear to ear.  I had no choice now.

I said thank you and accepted my fate. Every forkful was laborious. Every mouthful tougher to swallow than the last. My mouth was overwhelmed with wonderful textures, flavors, and shapes. Truly this was the best plate you could’ve gotten. Yet I could barely stomach it. I ate so much of my own accord earlier that I ruined this finely prepared second portion. What should have been a happily welcomed indulgence was now practically a punishment. Slowly but determinedly I stuffed it all down. The chewing was just getting to hard. Not because it was tough or poorly done, but because I had eaten so much that my jaw became fatigued. 

Finally it was all inside me. I finally ate it all. Nothing remained on my plate, and I could barely imagine getting up. I sat there at the table, focusing on my positively swollen gut. I felt it strain my shirt differently, and my body was starting to focus all its reserve energy on processing all this food. 

I grew more tired then I had been. Food was supposed to be rejuvenating after a break from work, but I had now eaten so much I was starting to fight off sleep. 

Eventually I got up, and lugged my heavy belly back to work. I was so full I had to focus on breathing normally and annunciating  my words. My belly was this hefty, sagging sack of lard on the bottom(like usual) but the top was jammed full of simply too much food, and it had stretched and distended so far that my 5XLT shirt was starting to look a little tight in the middle. 

My choices finally caught up to me. My unchecked gluttony was finally taking its toll. I was being inadvertently punished for pigging out so intensely. 

honestly, I was hoping she would ask me if I wanted 3rds.

[lumosinlove]

Breakaway snoop pleaseeeee 🙏🥺🥺

oh yay!!

While Finn was standing, Logan opened the passenger door and propped him up against the seat.

“Don’t sit yet. Okay?”

Finn might have nodded, but he was shaking so bad, Logan couldn’t tell. He ran around to the driver’s side, wobbling a little as his skates dug into the snow covered dirt, and threw the engine on, turning the heat up high. It was just cold air for a moment, and Finn shied away from it when Logan reached him again. Logan positioned him in the crook of the open door as best he could, trying to keep him out of the wind.

He rid Finn of his sopping hat and shoved his own down over his dripping hair, wishing he had something to dry it with.

“This is going to suck for a second,” Logan said as he pulled down the zipper of Finn’s coat.

Finn, because he was Finn, let out a shaky laugh. “W-orse than falling th-rough ice?”

Logan didn’t have time to smile. He got Finn’s sopping, heavy coat off and tossed it into the back seat.

“Are you t-aking my—?” But Finn was shivering too hard.

His sweater was worse, sticking to him in freezing stretches of fabric. At last, it took his t-shirt with it. Logan watched Finn’s bare chest, so, so pale, shutter as the freezing water ran down his skin.

“Lo—” Finn grit out. “L—”

“I know, I know,” Logan said. With his own t-shirt front, he dried Finn’s chest and shoulders off the best he could before pushing his own sweater over Finn’s head. Finn shuttered when the remnants of Logan’s body heat hit him. Logan followed it with his coat, zipping it to Finn’s chin and cursing himself for not wearing a scarf. He drew the hood close to Finn’s neck the best he could before kneeling.

“Sit.” Logan coaxed Finn onto the edge of the seat. How far was the hospital? They were so far, because Finn was so kind and he’d found Logan the closest thing he could to the forests he’d been missing, they were so far. “Sit.”

He yanked at the laces of Finn’s skates, helping him raise each foot so Logan could get his wet socks off, too. Finn was pliant, quiet, watching him. Logan cupped his hand around the arch of one of his bare feet, feeling terrible at the gust of wind that chose that moment to pick up. He had to work faster.

He got their shoes from the trunk, looking around briefly for anything he could use. No extra clothes. No blankets left over from anything. He sat, cursing, and put his bare feet into his own shoes. The trunk slammed with their skates inside, and Logan ran back towards him.

“Here.” Logan put the warm socks over Finn’s feet.

“Shoes?” Finn chattered when Logan straightened again.

“No.” Logan took a deep breath before reaching for the button of his pants.

“‘kay?” Finn had his nose and mouth tucked down against the coat, but his brown eyes were questioning enough.

Logan cursed as the cold air hit his bare legs, but he draped his own jeans over the vents, warming them as much as he could while he put his hands over Finn’s, who had been fumbling with his own jeans.

“Mhf,” Finn gave another shutter.

“Shut up.” Logan didn’t give Finn the benefit of a count to three before he was pulling his jeans down. His boxers were dark gray with water, and Logan thought about the places you were meant to keep the warmest. Neck, chest, groin. “Finn—okay.”

“You w-ant me to…”

“Non,” Logan decided, and he pulled his own jeans up over Finn’s damp skin. Then, he winced his way through putting Finn’s freezing jeans on himself.

“Wait,” Finn said, watching. “You—”

“I’m fine. Get in the car.”

It was a relief to have Finn in the passenger seat and both doors closed. Hot air began flooding around them within moments.

“Fuck,” Finn said. He still had half of his face buried in Logan’s jacket. With a start, Logan realized he had his bare hands tucked beneath his thighs.

“Fuck,” Logan said, too, and grabbed for them. He’d been so worried about the wet clothes that he’d forgotten— “Ici. Come here.”

He cupped his hands around both of Finn’s and put his mouth by their thumbs, blowing hot air.

“Dizzy?” Logan asked, and did it again. Finn’s fingers felt like ice in his hold.

Finn shook his head, but his teeth were chattering so loudly that Logan could hear it, and his lips were a dark, cold color.

“D’accord.” With one last puff of hot air, he tucked his own gloves over Finn’s hands and held them. “You sure?”

“Mhm,” Finn said. “Mhm.”

 Logan turned to the road and slammed the car into drive.

[voidsylus]

poetry on a snowy night

now i wholeheartedly know i was not the only one who cried at the poem sylus read to us in our bed. sylus team loves to remind us of his myth especially when the poem explores the bittersweet nature of fleeting moments of our shared love in our dragon days and the profound longing that follows to current timeline

“we part and meet, again and again-heavy hearts with little laid bare. the weight in my chest is hard to name, while your doubts fill the air. in this fleeting moment, freedom's wings are bound. and that moment has long since vanished, never to be found. like lightning that strikes and is gone in a breath, like fine snow falling to a river, meeting its death... like light pouring over the tide, only to be swallowed where shadows hide... how can I witness and hold such beauty once more...? if I were to bury my heart within your sweet lips..."

time to dissect the poem

the line “heavy hearts with little laid bare, the weight in my chest is hard to name " goes back to sylus for two reason: his own realization that he fell in love with his ender and that either one of them will kill each other because of his own dragon instincts kicking in. however only sylus knew the outcome of this situation and chose to sacrifice himself than his beloved

“freedom's wings" can be taken literally and figuratively. despite sylus knowing the sanctuary are using us to get to him, he still flew down to save us knowing it was a trap. but that didn’t matter to him because by that time he knew the hour has come for us to part

“like light pouring over the tide, only to be swallowed where shadows hide...” thus comes in the title for sylus myth: where the drake shadows fall, the rampage has begun and the prophecy was unfolding. the time has begun where we subconsciously awakened claymore within us and we stabbed him in his heart

“how can I witness and hold such beauty once more...?” during our final hours where we apologized so much and that we never wanted this to happen, it was all too late. he is in our arms as his heart slowly stopped beating and all we can do is watch

“if I were to bury my heart within your sweet lips” and the last thing we could do is push our forehead down for sylus to give us one last kiss— the way we taught him how to express love as he left the world with his soul smelling like flowers

during all this we snuggled into sylus arms, we comment on his beautiful way to tell us poetry— the same dragon who couldn’t recognize music and rhythm. the very last thing sylus did was help us get into a comfortable position and kiss our forehead good night— just as we taught him

yes i cried while watching and writing this

[writer-of-fandoms-4321]

Sometimes Danny felt that the universe (more specifically the Observants) loved to use his life as a Ancient Damned Soap Opera. While he had managed to get the needed time off from ghosting to meet up with Dick and his Wife.

However, he needed a valid excuse to miss on the next couple days of school, they had agreed to meet up to talk for a few hours, Danny would pick the kids up from daycare, drop Dan and Ellie off at the house, and take Mar'i and his wallet to arguable the best waffle house he'd ever had the joy of finding, and hopefully, after explaining the situation and how Mar'i got from Gotham New Jersey to the middle of fucking nowhere Illinois, and why he did it, and his suspicions, they might stick around or leave, Danny didn't really care for the stress of making sure his rogue behave for a ful.

Which lead him to his current delema.

How to ease into the 'hey, I may or may not be your son, so I'm half dead, and I was able to summon Mar'i to keep her safe because my family instinctTM said to.'

Tucker had been no help. He had just laughed, Sam had patted his shoulder, and left to deal with something her parent wanted her to do.

He took a deep breath, and dialed the number.

It rang two times before it picked up.

"Hey Danny!" Richard's voice was cheerful, if not a little stressed, Danny would be too, if he was ironing out the detail on comign to retrieve his children from a place a portal took them "I have to admit, I wasn't expecting you to call again tonight."

Danny took a deep breath. He would go for the most straight forward

"Yeah, well it occured to me that I ought to say something about my...unique biology."

"Oh?"

That wasn't Dick.

"Erm, are you with someone?"

"My wife, Kori."

"Hello."

"Hey, so due to Amity Park being a natural thin spot between the veils of the earth and afterlife, and being a raised here, I would like to say straight up that... there are some weird things that happen, some ghosts pop up from time to time, we'll be meeting outside city limits though, so we should be fine."

"...Okay. Is that all?"

Danny stalled.

"Yeah."

"Alright!" Kori again, he was on speaker phone then. "Thank you for the heads up"

Danny bid them goodnight, again, and after hanging up a sigh came from the doorway.

"Do I have to drag you're dumbass butt up to bed tonight or..."

"In all fairness Sam, you chose to date me and Tucker's dumbass butts."

"Yes, and hopefully marry them, but that does not mean I support poor sleeping schedules. More specifcally your poor sleeping schedule. Bed."

"So bossy."

"Bed or couch your choice."

"Alright I'm coming Sam ,don't worry."

This would work. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Hmmm

I'm on a Danny is Dick's child kick rn so I'm making more.

But lets add in some Ghost King Danny!, Dad to a deaged Ellie and Dan! And toddler Mar'i Grayson.

Danny was conceived during Dick's amnesia year when he was Ric and the woman couldn't find him to tell him (or maybe the Owls caught wind of the pregnancy and took her) and he ended up somehow (hmmm maybe a meddling time keeper?) with the Fentons.

Danny grows as a Fenton, he knows he was adopted btw, then becomes Phantom, protects Amity, becomes the Ghost King and things seem to be going okay between Amity Parkers and the Infinite Realms since they took care of the GIW problem, AND has been a good doting teen dad to his deaged 'cousins/clones' turned kids.

Danny was going to go pick his kids up from daycare one day when CHAOS happens. Just as he wrangles Ellie onto his shoulders, cause she wants to be tall today, and about to take Dan's hand cause he's and I quote "A big boy and not a baby like Ellie, Dad!" he suddenly feels the tug of his family being in danger.

Thing is, its a blood related danger. Meaning someone blood related to him was in grave danger, and by the emotions he can feel, its someone young, way younger than him.

Problem.

The only people Danny knows with his blood in their veins and are young enough for the feeling are with him.

So who?

But due to Danny being a protector spirit AND knowing the feeling is from someone as young as his own kids, Danny decides to use his Ghost King Powers to summon said person from the danger to him.

Danny opens his free arms out just as a tiny toddler with black hair like his own but with bright green eyes, even the sclera were green, in a ruined party dress drops from the sky from the summoning circle that had opened above him.

Danny stares at the terrified child, whose hands are tied by rope and was crying, and takes notes of certain traits she had that he saw every time in the mirror or on his own kids, same eye shape and cheekbones. He can tell his ghost core has claimed her as family but not as his kid though.

No the connection that formed was almost like his connection with Jazz but a bit stronger.

This kid, was his sister. His blood related one.

-Meanwhile-

Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, and his family were freaking the fuck out.

Dick was already panicked when his daughter Mar'i had gotten kidnapped just a few hours ago by the Joker.

Now he was feeling pure dread when his daughter, who was about to be killed, was suddenly pulled into a strange glowing circle at the last minute and disappeared into thin air.

[duckydaydream]

*daydreams to avoid my trauma*

*gives myself a story 10 times as traumatic*

[wyfy-meltdown]

I FINALLY DID IT!!! SHE IS DONE!!! Meet my first Madoka Magica OC: Komoe Mimura!!!

Below the cut is more info about her ♡✧⁠*⁠。

Bio / Base Information

Name: Komoe Mimura

Wish: "I wish I could grant wishes!"

Age: 16

Height: 5'2

Weapon: Magic Wand

Power: Grant Wishes*

Soul Gem: Purple, Rabbit Head Shaped

Witch Name: Velveteen

*Her ability to grant wishes is limited to things that can be created or destroyed.

Ex: she can grant the wish "I wish I had lots of money" but she cannot grant the wish "I wish I was rich" (one implies gaining something while the other implies altering the current reality).

Ex2: she can grant the wish "I wish [Name] would break up with his girlfriend" and/or "I wish [Name]'s girlfriend died" but she cannot grant the wish "I wish [Name] broke up with his girlfriend" and/or "I wish [Name]'s girlfriend didn't exist". (1&2 implies events that can occur in the future, 3 is past tense [meaning it would have already had to happen, thus altering the reality], and 4 would alter reality).

Personality

Design Breakdown

She has a very optimistic outlook and determined personality. She tries her best to get to know everyone, and her soft voice contradicts her upbeat personality. She absolutely loves magical girls to a stalkerish extent: she's willingly gone into witches labyrinths with hopes of meeting magical girls, and has a diary where she keeps all her information on the "magical girl secret world". She's very girly, and loves feminine things: dresses, long hair, and cuteness are all things she adores. Her favorite pastimes are watching tv, sketching, and hanging out with friends. Often times she can come off as pushy or intimidating (especially to girls she scouts to be magical girls) but she genuinely means no harm, and doesn't ever realise she's acting poorly. She takes great pride in being a magical girl, and her current goal is to thank the magical girl that saved her.

Trivia

I'm not sure if I fully like the design (mainly the waistcoat thing, and I should've given her gloves) but I'm happy I managed to actually draw her. This was a very self-indulgent design (not a sona though) and so I included ungodly amounts of ruffles and pastel pink!

Underneath her skirt is layers and layers of ruffles to the point her legs are not visible, and she has a double sleeve situation (also with ruffles underneath). The teacup & saucer hat is... rough, but I loved the concept and wanted to include it! Her rabbit ears are attached to a headband which has a ribbon on it. Her soul gem is located on her monocle chain; the alternate locations were the rabbit ear headband, one of the hairtie ribbons, and an anklet. I went with heterochromia because I could not decide whether I liked the pink or purple more (I also debated on mint, but I wanted to keep the colour palette analogous), I also struggled with very light purple vs very light pink for the hair; and went with very light pink (but I'm not sure how I feel about it). Those hair flicks near the top of her head aren't real rabbit ears, but are meant to resemble floppy rabbit ears. I wanted her overall design to invoke the feeling of "magical girl" strongly, and I hope I succeeded in that!

Her magic wand shots a magic beam(?) thing from the top (between the ears) and functions like a whip; the hand-guard is based off a rapier's, and the bottom has a sphere that looks like a rabbit tail. Her soul gem features a rabbit head on top, and a clock face (sorta) as the bottom symbol. ALSO! I promise her purple eye is the same colour as the soul gem, the glass shading from the monocle makes the eye look lighter!

Her original wish was "I wish to be a magical girl!" but Inkyuu (the resident incubator) told her to pick a different wish since she'd become a magical girl regardless

She was aware of magical girls before being approached by Inkyuu due to being saved from a witch by a magical girl; she has gained an obsession with magical girls as a result

She uses her power of granting wishes to scout potential magical girls for Inkyuu

Her white rabbit theming is because she leads girls down the rabbit hole of becoming magical girls (the day I stop using metaphors and symbolism for everything is the day I die)

[Adding onto above] She has no particular love of rabbits or Alice in Wonderland, but thinks her theming is cute and so plays into it

She'd either be a mentor figure or an antagonist or possibly both

She either knows the secret of witches or if she found out about the secret of witches she'd probably be supportive of incubators (maybe even intentionally becoming a witch[?])

She hasn't been a magical girl for very long, but is very enthusiastic about it so she's fought many witches

She's very close with Inkyuu and carries him(?) around with her

[stellewriites]

really fucking grinds my gears how my dad knows just how to make me feel fucking guilty for putting up boundaries and saying no

[maniac-reboggles]

Bane, Darkseid, or Mr. Freeze. I personally chose Bane because he's a good balance between attentive and not insanely intense.

Joker: 90% chance he's going to do something "funny" to it.

Penguin: Actually, probably a decent person to trust it to. He owns a lounge and casino, wants to maintain a good reputation for his establishment, and would therefore understand and honor keeping your drink from getting messed with. However, he IS petty, and if you have slighted him in any way, he might do something horrific to your drink.

Riddler: Y'aint getting that drink back unless you play riddles with him. Or he might poison it as a game.

Bane: Would do his job and do it well! Would probably be a decent and fun guy to talk to afterwards too! Treat him decently and he'll likely treat you decently in return.

Ra's: Probably a decent person to leave it to, however he might abandon your drink if he doesn't respect you. Unlikely to do anything to your drink, but his respect is hard won.

Lex: He WILL abandon your drink. You are beneath him. He might poison it for your gall of asking him.

Two-Face: 50/50 shot of something horrible happening to it. Also partially depends on who's fronting. Harvey is more likely to honor keeping anything funny from happening to your drink, so if he's fronting on a good day, you can certainly risk it!

Scarecrow: 95% chance that he's going to do something to it! Likely to drug it with fear toxin! But if you WANT to have horrific hallucinations, go for it! :D

Deathstroke: Unlikely to do anything to it unless you're his target. But will likely abandon it the moment he has an excuse. He doesn't have time for this and is unlikely to keep an eye on your drink.

Darkseid: Well he WOULD take it seriously, and it is unlikely he would do anything to it. You are a puny human after all. I just don't want to deal with his ass. :/

Mr. Freeze: Very unlikely to do anything to the drink. He was married with very few red flags so ladies, so if you remind him of Nora you're in the all clear! But if you're pretty much anyone else, he might abandon your drink. He just wouldn't care to keep track of it. You can certainly choose worse though!

Deadshot: A decent guy. You're probably fine to trust it to him. But if you're not his friend already, I would personally trust him about as much as any pretty friendly frat guy at a party. He might do something to it as a joke, but nothing that would kill or majorly hurt you. He might abandon it, but more out of carelessness than malice towards you or anything.

That's my take at least.

[gay-fae]

every so often i feel the need to remind everyone that when we say queerness is nonconforming, that also means it is nonconforming to pervasive modern ideas of queerness, not just to traditional conservative values.

in fact, if you are someone who regularly interacts with online queer media/communities, there is a good chance you have been given the impression, directly or indirectly, that the way you experience queerness is incorrect compared to the queerness of others.

but the fact is, you are not “supposed” to experience your gender or sexuality any one specific way for it to be a “valid” queer identity. we may culturally ascribe words and connotations to certain shared experiences, but it is impossible to ever cleanly categorize human identity like that. labels are not rule books, they are community building tools. unfortunately, within our own community we create standards that entirely counter our initial intent to support one another; do not let yourself get caught up in them.

you do not need to look more androgynous or use they/them pronouns to “really be nonbinary” if you won’t WANT that. you do not have to date both genders to “really be bisexual”. you don’t even have to call yourself bisexual even if you “technically fit the definition”. you don’t have to medically transition to “really be trans”. do not perform a false self to “prove” yourself to other queer people. existing as you are within queer spaces is just as important as existing as you are in the broader culture.

[sunforgrace]

dean “reacts in new, interesting, fucked up ways to losing cas” winchester and they’re telling me that has nothing to do with nothing in the finale after cas literally confessed his romantic love the act of which was his moment of true happiness and subsequent sacrificial death. haha okay

[scattered-winter]

its wild just realizing how much people have done and experienced and how prepared they are for what's to come when i am . very much not . lmao

[age-of-moonknight]

“Tigra,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #2.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[syrupbitee]

edited//original

poorly edited wangnan screenshot beacuse what tf are those colors they gave him

[trans-yllz]

wuuuuhggg I think I have to redraw the lovers card even tho wei wuxian looks so good... I've erased lan wangji too many times and he Still looks weird killing myself

[depresseddepot]

applying to more jobs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!haha :))))))))))))))))))