#felt very lucky

[spacejammie-eimmajecaps]

Iiiii assume you really like the colour purple. For some reason

For some reason. For some reason? Like how I always use the purple heart emoji? Do you think that automatically means I really like the color purple?

Because I do. I do really like the color purple. A deep, dark, rich purple most of all. But I also like light purple. Lavendar. Orchid. Lilac. Every purple is a good purple.

[l-0puko]

Иван-Дурак / Ivan the Fool

[kentophilia]

ykw. fuck it.

i'll continue writing out of spite. i fucking refuse to let these feelings win. i'm writing because i like it, i'm writing what i want to write and read and i'm happy if even one person likes it too.

yes the tumblr algorithm fucking sucks and i know i'm not alone and i know these feelings will come back but i am too fucking stubborn to let this hobby go. that's what it is, a hobby. and it shouldn't stress me out to this point it's supposed to bring me joy.

thank you for the support and love you've given me, i genuinely appreciate it very much and i hope that despite me sometimes casting a depressing shadow over everything you can still enjoy my works. i loved writing every single one and will continue to do so. this is my fucking blog my fucking hobby and tumblr's tag system can suck my fucking dick.

[spocksgotemotions]

I saw a stupid post on instagram about how being called skinny made this person change how they dress and wrecked their confidence and blah blah and with very few exceptions all the comments were like “oh mean fat people! It hurts just as much getting told to eat a burger than being told to stop eating burgers.” And its like I’m sorry you feel bad about your body, but until skinny people are consistently being told to get invasive surgeries or to take potentially dangerous medicines to get fat I will not feel bad for you for being skinny. Like genuinely, I do feel for anyone who is insecure about how they look, that is a shame. But you cannot tell me that it’s because you get bullied for being skinny.

[thaliagrayce]

y'know what we don't talk about enough? Hazel died. We talk about how she grew up in the 30's and 40's and we talk about how out of place she feels in the modern world, but! She died! She was dead! She has spent more time dead than alive, and not by a close margin!

How does that effect a person??? We got some of it in the flashbacks, but once those caught up with her present timeline and she shared them, they just kind of... disappeared. And she was a regular girl with some weird past experiences. That's one way of doing it, sure!

I think it would have been a lot cooler if she was just a touch creepier. If she felt a little bit Wrong. Yeah, in general she's more approachable than her brother, she's more sociable and less closed off, but. If you actually spend any time with her, it can be difficult to tell which child of the underworld is actually more unsettling.

Hazel is bright of personality and has a dazzling smile, but sometimes she'll just... shut down. She'll go completely blank for like half an hour and nobody knows what to do with it. Sometimes she forgets she's alive. Sometimes she'll spout the grimmest shit you've ever heard like it's nothing, she won't even notice it's weird until the room goes quiet. She spent decades in Asphodel, which is designed to make people forget about themselves and wander around for eternity, only she didn't have the luxury of forgetting! Wild! After she comes back to life, sometimes she forgets that she's allowed to Do Stuff now. She can spend so long sitting and staring at nothing. Sometimes she'll start crying on cloudless days because it hits her again that she can actually feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and she can hear birdsong. Every little mundane experience is a blessing and she will make you remember that in the most foreboding way possible.

[chungledown-bimothy]

i don't think i'm ever gonna stop thinking about how my coworker called that one woman spock claimed to love while he was sex-pollened "the love of spock's life" and then, when i said i didn't remember her bc the only thing about spock's love life that really matters is his relationship with kirk, she responded "i didn't see that".

girl what show were you watching???

[vellichorom]

HATOFUL BOYFRIEND PRIDE HEADCANONS! ✨ a bit early in the year for it? NEVER !!!!

just a silly set that took WAY too long to do for being a blip of a thought this afternoon

USING SOME SPRITES FROM THE HATO PARABLE because my ass could NOT be asked to dedicate myself to editing on ties & accessories COUGH;;

( flag glossary / few extra details under the cut for anyone that doesn't recognize the flags or just wants to soak up every inch of this post; )

ryouta kawara - open to all pronouns // genderqueer / demiromantic / bi-curious; ( the dressing up + playing up femme characters really got him thinking... ) hiyoko tosaka - uses she/her primarily but anything goes // aroace / pansexual / genderqueer; ( she does not give a FUCK but if she HAD to label herself... wild & free... ) nageki fujishiro - he / they(?) // questioning; ( feels stifled as a ghost & likely forgoes thinking of anything like that, but in an AU where he lives, he's questioning a bit of everything; likely queer ) sakuya le bel shirogane - he / him // demiromantic / queer; ( he's not gotten that far to figure it all out yet, redemption comes first after all! probably into guys ??? ) okosan - he/him primarily but i don't think he cares // aroace; ( i admit i really didn't know what to give him but i don't think he gives a shit about romance OR gender, even if pudding wasn't his ultimate goal - & yet, okosan loves everyone! ) yuuya sakazaki - he/him // omniromantic / demromantic/sexual; ( a massive flirt toward anything that moves, but you're not getting dinner without him getting to know you some! ) kazuaki nanaki - he/him // queer / demiromantic/sexual; ( romance & beyond is the Furthest from his mind at any given time (( like most here )), but hey ) shuu iwamine - he/him // homosexual / aroace; ( this is possibly buried beneath emotional setback after emotional setback, buried underneath research first & foremost ) anghel higure - he/it but he probably goes by all KINDS of pronouns & genders, especially holy ones but... / unlabelled; ( bisexual energy, but i can't begin to summarize all of that in any one label & he DEFINITELY couldn't, so we won't! ) azami koshiba - she/her // pansexual / demiromantic/sexual; ( recently realized pre-love ★ blaster! congratulations azami! ) rabu/hosokawa blaster ★ - he/him // bisexual; ( ALSO recently realized pre-love ★ blaster, during his parting from azami; whoopee! ) kenzaburou urushihara - he/him // homosexual; ( ready to form his own coffee shop au at any given time /silly ) tohri nishikikiouji - he/him // demiromantic/sexual / queer; ( the gayest possible man alive, & yet... still figuring a few things out; ) ryuuji kawara - he/him // bisexual / aromantic; ( he's just. do you understand me. & the bastard died before he could resolve anything this revelation sparked, ) miru & kaku - they/them(???) // christmasgender &/or agender; ( i'm right ) the king - he/him & probably king/kingself pronouns lbr // homosexual; ( moreso explored in another life... but i had to include him for the sake of prohibiting bigger spoilers; ) leone JB - he/him // unlabelled or aroace; ( ESPECIALLY could not care less about any of it, & maybe aroace wasn't the right flag to put here but i feel it also holds true; ) mino ichijou - he/him // homosexual; ( to the one other mino enjoyer out there, isn't he so very gay to you as he is me. gives me hopeless romantic vibes as well; )

[randomminty]

please i am BEGGING for you to drop the other roleswap champion designs,,, i had no idea how hard cynthia would slay in lance’s fit and my animal brain is now starving for roleswap steven and lance if you ever feel confident enough to post them,,,,,;

[insert meme of guy on his hands and knees offering a wad of fanned-out dollar bills here]

TY JUST FOR YOU ANON…. i redrew my old designs. I still cant figure out stevens design but this will do

Just for fun ill throw my old designs/brainstorming under a read more too!

This is a year old. Theyre so ugly. Okay

[hannahssimblr]

“What?”

“I said, you tore me out of this photo. I was there too,” I unpin it and hold it out to point to the crooked edge next to Jen where my eleven year old self once stood, tanned and grinning in red swimming shorts, “There, I was there.”

She looks at it, then me, but says nothing. 

“You can still see my shoulder.”

“Yeah.”

“You tore me out of it.”

Again, nothing. 

I let my arm drop, limply holding the photo between two fingers, speechless I just stare at her as though she might explain herself, give me some reason that makes sense, but she doesn’t, she just stands there chewing on her lip. 

I tug my shoulders sharply toward my ears, “Why did you do that? That was a nice day. We went swimming in the sea, I rescued you from a jellyfish, remember? I grabbed a piece of driftwood and flung it out of the water for you.”

“Yeah,”

“And later your mam brought us back to my house and we had a water fight on the lawn and made ice cream and coke floats,” I hold the photo out to her in a last ditch appeal, “It was a great day.”

“Yeah it was nice, we had fun.” She won’t meet my eyes and looks everywhere but at me, like acknowledgement is unbearable.

“What, Michelle? I don’t get it. What did I do that was so horrible?”

She scoffs and turns away. 

“C’mon, just tell me. I’ve had enough of all this bullshit between us, I’m serious. What is it?”

“Oh come on.”

“No, what?” I toss the photo onto her desk and approach her, my hand on her arm makes her flinch as I spin her to look at me, eyes livid, as I insist upon her, “What?” 

“My God, you’re awful,” she hisses, “Why do you need to hear me saying it? Is it an ego thing? Is it because you’re all single and sad again?”

“What are you on about?”

“You already know what this is all about, it just gives you a thrill to bring it up.”

“No! I don’t know!”

“Oh cop on,” She slaps my hand off her, “That stuff with Holly, you just don’t remember? That’s convenient.”

“Holly?”

“Oh my God,” she tries to twist away from me but I stop her, “What did Holly say to you?”

Michelle glares right into my face with a fury that would make a lesser man cower, but I don’t budge. “Tell me!” 

“That you don’t fancy me,” she grinds out, “and that I’m not even pretty.”

I hesitate. 

She tosses her hand at me and hacks out a laugh, “See, you don’t even deny it.”

“Yeah, I was thirteen and stupid, she was jealous and I suppose I was just telling her what she wanted to hear. Shell!” she backs off and I follow, trying to insert myself into her eye line, “I didn’t mean it, she just didn’t get it, the way it wasn’t like that between us, but I don’t know why she told you that.”

“It’s because she knew I fancied you, and she thought it was funny how you didn’t fancy me back.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You didn’t, you fancied Holly.” 

I sigh, “Holly was… everyone expected that of me.”

“What does that even mean?” 

“She liked me, and she was the sort of girl that all the other boys talked about all the time, I felt like I should just go out with her because it’d be the most normal thing to do.”

“Oh my God, that’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, I know, but I was still a kid and, I don’t know, you, Jen and I had a good thing going, I just didn’t want to risk ruining it.”

“Well obviously you did, by saying I was ugly and throwing your birthday gifts back in my face.”

“I never said you were ugly, and the birthday gifts… she told me I couldn’t have them because they were from you, but I still liked them! Those pens were better than her gift, you know, I didn’t even like the movie she took me to see,” my attempt at a laugh sounds very weird and tight, “It was actually so shit.”

Michelle is unmoved, with her arms crossed over her chest she says, “You read what I said in the card and you still threw it away like it was nothing.”

“No, I didn’t- I skimmed- I barely read it.”

She reels back like I’ve spit in her face, “Is that supposed to be better?”

I don’t answer. 

“‘Dear Jude,’” She recites, “‘Happy thirteenth birthday! I hope you have an amazing day! I just want to say that being your friend is the best! You’re so nice and funny and talented, I’m glad all of the time that you started going to our school because you make our friend group so much better. I hope you like the gel pens, I know you hate drawing with yellow colours because they don’t show up on the page, but I couldn’t exactly take it out of the packet or it would look pretty strange! Maybe you can use them to draw more comics. I look at the one you drew for me with the cowboy cats every day and it still makes me laugh. Is that weird? I hope not. Anyway, I hope you have an amazing birthday because you’re an amazing friend! xxx Michelle.’” She glares at me. The way she positively spat that message at me threw me off a bit, but the essence of it still comes across and makes my stomach sink with shame all of the same. It really was a nice card, and I wish for the millionth time in my seventeen-and-a-half years that I wasn’t such a fucking idiot. 

“I remember the cowboy cat comic,” I mutter, “Do you still have it?”

It seems as though my stupidity is confounding her, “No, I fucked it into the bin. Obviously. I was heartbroken.”

“Heartbroken?” A bit dramatic, surely. 

“Yeah. Holly and her friends bullied me for years, and you just went and abandoned me for them.”

“That’s not fair, I didn’t. You pushed me away, remember? You accused me of choosing them, I never chose them. You chose not to be my friend.” 

“Yeah, I wonder why.”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?”

“So stubborn. You can't let this go.”

“Uh! Yeah! Because it’s humiliating.”

“What is? That you fancied me?”

She brings her hands to her cheeks, burning not with rage, but embarrassment. She takes a shaky breath, “did you know?”

“About you-”

“Yes.”

I chew on my lip. Of course I did. It was written all over her, the way she was so eager to sit next to me in class or in the car, squeezing into the middle seat just so that her leg could rest against mine. How she jumped at the chance to help me out with something before anybody else could, her laugh, a little bit harder and longer than everyone else's when I told a joke, but not addressing it was always easier. Maybe I liked the attention a little bit, enjoyed being admired by a cute girl, or maybe it was easier, less disruptive than admitting my own uncomfortable, friendship-group-ruining feelings. 

“No, I had no idea,” I say. 

Her eyes are fixed upon the carpet between our feet as though by looking so intently at the looped fibres she can transport herself anywhere other than here with me and my interrogations. 

“Hey, look at me.”

“No.”

I sigh, “Look, Michelle, I did think you were pretty. That’s why Holly was so jealous. Our friendship made her insecure, and she hated how much I liked hanging out with you. She could sense that I liked you.”

“Oh, come on, that’s the kind of thing you say to those stupid girls at school so that they’ll let you borrow their homework or something.”

“I really did!”

“You used to throw potato wedges at me outside the deli!”

“Yeah! That’s how you show a girl you fancy her when you’re twelve!”

Her laugh is humourless, “Please.”

“I’m telling you I did,” I take her wrist, with her pulse jumping under my fingers and hold her like that, for reasons I’m not sure of, perhaps just for connection. Close like this I can feel the heat of her body. I am desperate to show her how serious I am. “And if I wasn’t so stupid I might have done something about it.”

“Too late.”

“It’s not.”

I bend and kiss her before she can argue any more. Once, just once, but insistently, and I pull back hard with a smack expecting outrage on her face but I find only surprise, desire, and eyes that flick from my eyes to my mouth and back. I kiss her again, slow this time, deep, sure, as my hands hold her hips close to mine, willing for this kiss to wipe it all away, all of the years of hurt and anguish between us, and she lets me kiss her, and she kisses me back with hands that thread through my hair and lips that part so I can slide my tongue inside her mouth.

My knees knock against hers in our clumsy waltz towards her bed and we come down on it together, my body pressing against hers and my fingers finding the warm skin beneath her t-shirt. I draw back to look at her again, dark eyes and full lips and skin, as is mine, blushed amber with the first rays of dawn that stream through the window. 

“Do you want to stop?” I say, and she shakes her head. 

“No.”

And outside, as the sun creeps up over Clontarf, the branches of the cherry blossom trees hold their leafy arms up in surrender. 

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[ebonytails]

🍁 For all my local friends, I’ll be at Patrons of the Arts: Fall!! 🍂

I’m very excited because this will be my first time boothing since 2015, which really wasn’t much back then, so this is a completely new experience for me!

🍂 It will be taking place on Sept. 14-15 this weekend, at Centris Elements, Quezon City! You can find me at the table number L6! Entrance fee is ₱100! 🍁

I am also be part of a Food-themed stamp rally, which I will make a seperate post for soon! (I’m giving away an exclusive pokemon print as a prize!)

See you all! And thanks for being with me in my art journey getting to this point!

[zebratimw]

[dayurno]

my advice for anyone whos growing more and more frustrated with the state of aftg and fandom at large is that arguing is fun but you need to be happy. ok. you need to. its hard when bad faith takes are dropped to your doorstep but you need to be happy and enjoy yourself and have fun or there's no point in anything at all ever. ok. fandom is not real and nothing is worth more than your enjoyment. i love you please make sure to have fun and reach out to a friend today. for me

[atlas-dr0wned]

i genuinely cannot describe how much accepting im asexual has helped me feel more confident and comfortable in my preferences and needs and general identity

[nerdferatum]

Listen, I know every fandom has its problems and that I've been away t*wc for a while, but it's so nice to feel welcomed every time i post anything about it. I miss smaller fandoms that feel like a community. I post a Morgan messy sketch after a year or so of silence about it and everyone has something kind to say

[s-aint-elmo]

dug up this handy dandy graphic i made last year to explain my kukugumi hcs on a sliding scale of touch-starved to touchy

(reasoning under the cut:)

hikari & maya: self-explanatory. you don’t look at either of these two and think “well-adjusted.” i wholeheartedly believe that the closest thing hikari had to a hug before seisho was a mr. white pillow and the closest thing maya had to a friend was her idol saijou claudine, of whom she has all the bonus dvd content

junna: she’s a normal person. neither touch-starved nor touchy but she gets points for dipping karen out of nowhere, though i maintain that that was mostly for The Drama and not an indicator of her usual physicality

banana: she gives hugs which bumps her above junna but i feel like she’s more of an acts of service kind of person, ya know? also she probably rarely is on the receiving end of a comforting hug bc of her insistence to take care of everybody else, all the time. hop to it, junna!

futakao: literally always in contact with one another. the only reason they’re not higher is that they mostly just cling to each other (and banana, once, notably)

mahiru: she has four siblings and two children in the form of her roommates (one of whom she glomps on-screen), she has more physical affection than she knows what to do with. she’s bumped down in rankings because she’s a little more reserved than the next two menaces

claudine: she will whisper bonjour into your ear with no prompting, drape her arm over your seat while she slides next to you, make you believe she’s gonna kiss you with a hand on your cheek and a sudden closing of distance, spring a surprise waltz on you, hug you after battling through the school basement bogeymen on your first day of class to introduce herself etc. etc. and she will do it all with no shame whatsoever. i don’t think we acknowledge just how much of a cassanova kuro is just because she’s too often nerfed by maya but goddamn the effect she had on asami in overture, amemiya, lalafin and the frontier girls in the lovers’ bond story, even yachiyo in twenty faces--saijou claudine is canonically bitchless but if she knew what a work-life balance was she’d pull. that’s my manifesto

karen: she beats claudine by a slim margin because of the torpedo-like quality of her enthusiasm and the inescapable strength of her grip. if kaoruko had the lower body strength to drag karen across the floor in episode 6, karen would have held fast and let her do the dragging. 

[girlboyburger]

pnw dragon? 🥺 👀

yessss!!! since my move is fast approaching, i've been yearning deeply for the giant trees and fresh air and fog and moss and ocean of the pnw. i really want to make some pieces of my WIP dragon character soaring through the pines or searching for mushrooms in the undergrowth as soon as i'm done with it. ...honestly, i'd LOVE to do a paint over with some cool PNW photography in particular. here's one i've wishfully made my phone wallpaper, via j-k-i-n-g