#i am very normal about her (lying)

[laugtherhyena]

Man now I'm thinking back to this twitter post i saw once that was kinda like "weird how O'saa and Olivia are the playable characters with the least amount of fanart, surely not because one is black and the other is disabled"

Specifically about Olivia, since this post is about her, yeah i can see it :(

I've seen people resume her entire character to just "flower girl" or "wheelchair girl" a few times before and like,,

Olivia is SO FUNNY she can make blunts for the hell of it, she's gonna get neuron activation when holding a gun, be horny in the middle of the moon death festival, she is one of the kindest people in the whole cast, she has connections to one of the more important characters in the main story of termina and is genuinely very well written

I can't help but think that if she was physically abled like the others she would be a much more popular character than she is currently and that makes me really sad and disappointed honestly

[galdrgobrrr]

Anthy Himemiya truly character of all time. She names animals after a girl she doesn’t like, she can’t cook for shit, she is every girl and she is none because they cannot fathom her being a person, she poisons the girl she likes, in the movie she just walks off and leaves utena struggling to catch up, she loves her brother so much that even though he isn’t the boy she once protected from humanity she takes their hatred again and again anyway, she’s been in a coffin the whole time, she keeps snails in her pencil case.

[arielluva]

finally... vera misham turned into a marketable plushie....

also for fun a comparison between her tiny bandana and the life-size one i made for myself

if ur curious, i followed the little weebee pattern by laura tegg for her body, and the bandana was a smaller version of marching north's pattern :)

[lanternlightss]

hi uh. doodle dump be upon ye

[frootloopscereal]

yay therapy tomorrow, so much to catch up on

boo therapy tomorrow, having to admit to last week's post-therapy freakout involving a knife on my bathroom floor and crying on the shower floor in the dark for forty minutes

[ladsofsorrow24]

sometimes i remember how i was like at school and damn, am i grateful i've finished that part of my life... and this is all because i was thinking of how much i love chainsaw man and then i remember my lil sister's got a friend in school who like it too which... reminds me that if i was in school when chainsaw man aired i wouldn't even dare to admit i like it to my friends lol

that kind of animanga is somehow often associated with straight guys here, and if my friends, who are girls, know i like that kind of story... they'll really look at me like i'm a weirdo

especially if i say i actually like denji and understood him as a character

thankfully i don't have anyone to impress or lie to on a daily basis now working on my own so i'm free to like whatever i like and enjoy things because i want to and not for the sake of conforming to the social standard of what a proper woman should be 🤷

[adair-the-bard]

Morgana Hart (she/her)

This is a sim I requested from @druidberries, and I absolutely adore her. All of her outfits are absolutely incredible, and I especially love her dark form everyday clothing (as evidenced by all of the screenshots here). I also love her fashion style in general (don't worry, you nailed the prompt!)

[pugscoffee]

THROWING MYSELF OF A CLIFF FROM HAPPINESS 🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞

WE ARE GETTING COCO ASCENT NEXT WEEK I'M GONNA THROW UP/POS 🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷

I AM SO HAPPYYYYYYYYYY 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉OWUKSHSJSJSISIHEDEJE8IZBDJAIRBSKSBDIEHZVDH FINALLY MY GIRL IS GETTING HER HERO PROMOTION SHE SO FUCKING DESERVES IT 🥺🩷💞💕😭🩷💞💕

[tragedykery]

babe wake up new oc lore just dropped (aka long ramble about hira under the cut)

the thing about hira is. she grew up in an orphanage in the western earth kingdom. she was left there as a baby with nothing but her name. she doesn’t know who her parents were, where she’s from, and when her efforts to figure this out prove fruitless, it hurts. she longs for family, for knowledge and identity and culture, only spurred on by the feeling of alienation from (and perhaps jealousy towards) her peers.

(and maybe she conflates those different types of longing, maybe she thinks if she discovers what nation her parents were from she’ll find a new family there.)

so when she finds out she can airbend, she’s overjoyed. she throws herself into learning everything she can about the bending and the culture. she makes plans to go to the temples when she gets off the ship. when she gets there, she’ll finally have a family. she’ll finally be at home.

and that is one of the reasons she struggles so much when she realises she actually likes it on the ship. she likes being with these people, these pirates who have actually begun to feel like some sort family to her. the ship feels like home. and that’s why, eventually, she stays.

(and also, she’s scared. she’s scared they won’t accept her at the temples, that she isn’t air nomad enough. that she doesn’t know enough. she’ll go, just later. not yet.)

she stays, and keeps learning. she learns to meditate, to write air nomad script and speak air nomad languages, to cook air nomad recipes, all under the tutelage of sita (though for the last one, chusak helps too). she’s almost a bending prodigy.

and then she discovers she’s the avatar. and she refuses to believe it.

because being the avatar would mean being not really an air nomad. it would mean a duty to the world, and with that, an inability to fully comply with air nomad philosophy. the avatar can’t stay detached from worldly matters or choose not to harm.

so she denies it.

eventually, with the help of her friends (her family) she learns to separate the concepts of family and culture and identity and bending. she learns her worth doesn’t depend on those things, that she can be multiple things at once, that she doesn’t have to choose. she can do her duty as the avatar and still be an air nomad.

can bend any of the elements and speak both the languages of the eastern air temple and a small village in the west of the earth kingdom and prefer her tea the way it’s served in tea houses decked out in green but prefer her bread the way it’s eaten by nuns and have it be okay. she doesn’t have to choose or change or be perfect to be loved. her family is a motley pirate crew made up of people who find their origins in all four corners of the globe, and they celebrate all their wonderful differences.

so indeed, I think more than anything, wind in the sails is a story about identity & culture & personal growth.

[lamb200345567]

how’s one piece going i feel like you definitely must have passed me right now

Oh yeah im fully caught up (like since last monthish?) ngl. I hate it, what do you MEAN i have to wait WEEKLY FOR NEW CONTENT!!!!!! ITS ONE PIECE IT HAS OVER A THOUSAND EPISODES!!!!!!!!!! BUT NOOOOOOO IM CAUGHT UP AND NOW I GOTTA WAIT A WEEK FOR NEW STUFF >:I youuuuu (and Valor) diddddd thissssss tooooooo meeeeeeee (it is fully my fault for being like this tm) i hate one piece btw, it sucks (lying) I have FIGURINESSSSSS (3) DUDE WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNN i hate this i hate it here you did this i have one piece in my brain now how could you do this to me (i am having so much fun this series is so good i love it but also how Dare you tm <- this is also aimed at my friend Valor who (re)watched with me)

[moe-broey]

When I draw Sharena she's strawberry blonde with pinkish orangey tones (very lightly applied even when shading) and when I eventually get to coloring stage w Peony she's gonna be this warm caramel blonde w similar tones just more orange leaning and when I draw Céline I'm aiming for like a classic golden blonde w more bronzey orange shading still warm toned and Alfred? Might actually be a cooler/green toned blonde esp looking at his model in game he's got more of a platinum blonde to him PROBABLY the same tones I've used for both Lillie and Gladion (that pale cool tone). AND when I draw any self-insert/adjacent charas they're fake ass DIY bottle blonde bitches with burnt orange/brown tones (on account of the DIY)

[amorremanet]

i enjoy the way complaining in the tags still feels like muttering to myself

[liketolaugh-writes]

I've been playing with a no-one-knows AU where Danny has been married to Jason for years but hasn't told him his secret. Jason knows that Danny isn't human, but hasn't pressed because Danny is so terrified when he approaches the topic. The Batfamily do not know.

Presently, the GIW are in Gotham and closing in, and the Box Ghost has come to Danny seeking help.

----

“You’re a ghost,” Jason said gently, pulling one of Danny’s hands away from his face to wrap it in his own. Danny let him. “Aren’t you?”

Danny’s breath hitched again.

Surprisingly, the Box Ghost looked almost as horrified as Danny.

“What? NO! I, the BOX GHOST, would not out Danny Fenton to his human family! For he is as human as I once was!” He flailed his arms in blatant panic. “There is nothing to reveal, for Danny Fenton is most certainly NOT a ghost!”

“What’s wrong with Danny being a ghost?” Box Lunch wanted to know, tilting her head up to peer up at her father in confusion. “Is it a secret?”

“BOX LUNCH!” the Box Ghost wailed, every inch a mortified parent.

“Yes, it was, or your father would not be so blatantly lying about it,” Damian told her, taking pity on the child ghost.

“Oh!” Box Lunch nodded seriously. “Danny isn’t a ghost!”

Danny let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and then started to cry, gasping quietly with tears pouring down his face, hunched down to hide from them. He didn’t pull his hand out of Jason’s.

“It is no longer a secret here, as it has become apparent,” Damian elaborated.

Box Lunch scrunched up her nose. “Oh.”

“Ghosts are not bad,” Cass said softly, “if ghosts are Danny.”

“Danny.” Jason scooted closer and pulled Danny against him, and Danny let him, pressing into him without unwinding at all. “Danny, I already knew. I’ve known for years.” Danny tilted his head up to give him an incredulous look, and Jason grinned at him. “You’re not good at hiding it, stardust. Your freckles glow when you’re excited and your eyes flash green when you’re frustrated. You walk through closed doors when you’re sleepy and things fall through your hands when people startle you. I’ve known you aren’t human since we moved in together.”

“…Oh,” Danny murmured, guilt and relief and wonder swirling together in his still-wet eyes.

“Phantom!” the Box Ghost scolded. Jason took note of the sudden change in address. “You are the worst secret keeper ever!”

“Shut up, Boxy,” Danny snapped. He pulled away from Jason and wiped his eyes, sniffling. Their hands stayed locked together. “We, we need to hide you and bitty-bite b-before we talk about this any more. I wasn’t joking about the Guys in White.”

The Box Ghost flapped his arms dismissively. “They will not find us! They are looking for YOU, and their instruments will not be prepared for such subtle spirits as Box Lunch and I!”

“They are looking for me while I am hiding,” Danny said, soft but barbed. He wiped his face again and turned around to better face the other ghost, glaring sharply. “Something I am well known to be very good at. Far better at than you.”

The Box Ghost went so pale he was almost translucent.

“You don’t look like a ghost at all,” Tim said, studying Danny. “Your skin is pink, you don’t glow… most of the time, no pointed ears or fangs. Your eyes are normal.” His eyes narrowed. “Is this… not your natural appearance?”

Danny flinched. “I… I…” He swallowed, staring at nothing, and then forced his attention back onto the Box Ghost. “Your base signatures are pretty low. If you stop using your powers and suppress your auras as much as you can, you can probably bring them low enough to hide.”

No answers would be forthcoming for now, Jason understood. He signaled sharply to Bruce and Tim, the most likely to try to interrupt. Wait. Time-sensitive, finish operation before proceeding.

Bruce didn’t look pleased, but he nodded sharply. Tim just watched, thoughtful eyes fixed on Danny. Damian was scowling, Dick frowning faintly, but Cass’ curiosity looked borderline idle. Jason watched Danny interact with the other ghost with a healthy blend of interest and concern, and tried not to wonder if Tim was right.

“Box Lunch, do you know how to land?” Danny asked. It seemed like a silly question until Box Lunch wrinkled her nose and cocked her head.

“Land?” she asked, audibly uncertain. For that matter, her father looked vaguely baffled too. “Like… with my feet? On the floor?”

Danny managed a smile and nodded. Box Lunch eyed the floor, then drifted down to hover at floor level. “Like this?”

“Not exactly,” Danny said, sounding more fond than anything. He slid off the bar stool and knelt down in front of Box Lunch. Jason couldn’t look away; he’d been deprived of any open knowledge of Danny’s nonhuman side for so long that his curiosity was damn near insatiable now. And Danny teaching a kid of his species? That was doing things to Jason. Good things. “Close your eyes.” Box Lunch did. “Feel the energy in the air. Do you feel gravity? Do you sense how it pulls things down?” She nodded uncertainly. “Hold onto that feeling. Let it hold onto you. Do you feel it?” Nod. “Good. Now- let go of the sky.”

The instructions didn’t make a lick of sense to Jason, but Box Lunch dropped right out of the air and landed on her feet. Her eyes flew open, and she pinwheeled dramatically until Danny caught her.

“Ahh!” she squealed, looking dismayed. “I’m heavy!”

Danny chuckled. “No, bitty-bite, you’re still light as a feather.” He picked Box Lunch up and held her out in front of him, smiling. She squealed again, kicking her feet, her eyes bright with delight. “Good job. Do you think you can hold that?”

“Um, sure,” she mumbled, not looking at all sure.

The Box Ghost landed on the floor with a grunt - Jason suspected that he’d been listening to Danny’s instructions too. He held out his arms for Box Lunch, and Danny handed her over willingly.

“Now what?” the Box Ghost asked tentatively, staring at the floor like it would eat him. Yeah, Jason could definitely believe that he’d never landed before either.

“Now, you listen to me,” Danny said seriously. He reached out and grabbed Box Ghost’s arm, demanding his attention, and forced eye contact. From the Box Ghost’s wide eyes, this behavior was as new to him as it was to Jason. But then Danny continued, speaking as firmly as if he were willing his words into existence. “You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost.” Understanding flickered across the Box Ghost’s face, and he screwed his eyes shut. His glow started to dim. “You are solid. You are heavy. You are warm. You are made of flesh, blood, and bone. You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost. You are human.”

The Box Ghost’s glow receded and disappeared. Except for his blue skin, he almost looked human now. He opened his eyes uncertainly, and Danny gave him a weary smile and a nod, letting go of his arm and leaning back.

“But what about Box Lunch?” the Box Ghost asked anxiously, looking down at Box Lunch. She’d squeezed her eyes shut to try and follow Danny’s instructions, but didn’t seem to be meeting with the same success.

Danny sighed. “I’m not sure how to explain it to her,” he admitted, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair as he looked at the little girl with worry. She opened her eyes and gave him an anxious look, and Danny gave her a small smile. “It’s not your fault, bitty-bite. It’s just… you’ve always been a ghost, so you don’t have your dad’s memories of what it felt like to be human.”

Box Lunch stomped her feet. “I can pretend!”

“Then pretend,” Danny said seriously. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just do your best.”

“Wehh!” Box Lunch flailed her arms, brow furrowed in concentration. “I am human! My body is super solid and I crash into things a lot! And I run around on the ground and eat human food! Fear me!”

It was so cute that Jason muffled a laugh, and he wasn’t the only one. Box Lunch ran a circle around the floor, then crashed into a wall on purpose and bounced off, giggling. Even Bruce’s hard expression softened into a fond look.

“That should keep you off the sensors,” Danny said to the Box Ghost, voice low. Something about his eyes looked exhausted. “Just make sure Box Lunch maintains it. Maybe keep playing human with her.”

The Box Ghost nodded uncertainly. “Thank you, Phantom,” he said quietly. “I know that we can count on you.”

[girldogmeat]

i got an anon once from an ask game asking me what my most prized possession is and i cant find it to answer it now but it's this

everything I do is for her. her name is "Bailey the Baker... with Sweetie Pie" <3

[a-shade-of-blue]

I've been asked to write a post by @abuadam86 because she is really worried about her disabled son Adam. Adam is only 10 years old and he suffers from quadriplegia, which is a type of paralysis that causes a complete and severe loss of motor function of all 4 limbs and the body from the neck down! He requires a wheelchair to get around. Imagine how horrifying it must be when there you need to escape from a bombing, but you are not able to move and need a wheelchair to get to places and the streets are full of rubble!

Adam requires special food and medication, which is scarce in Gaza, and on the rare occasion it is available, very expensive!! Due to a lack of medicine, Adam suffers from frequent muscle spams! As a result of his condition, Adam also has difficulty swallowing and digesting food. Due to the lack of the special food he needs, he has lost 15 kg of weight! Moreover, he is also suffering from respiratory illness due to the polluted environment he is in! And Adam is only 10 years old!

Adam also have 3 siblings: Menna (12), Maria (6), and baby Ezz (1). They are now living in a tent that is not equipped to shield them from the cold. They do not have winter clothes, and most of the clothes they have are lying under the rubble. These children, in particular Adam, are suffering so much, and that is in addition to the frequent bombings!

This campaign is #187 on @/gazavetters vetted list, also vetted by association. Habib is a brother in law of @/hashemsh12 (shared by 90-ghost, vetted and promoted by @/gaza-evacuation-funds). Habib is also a relative of @/hazemsuhail (vetted by association). See post here for proof.

Only €3,038 raised of €50K goal! (6% only)

I actually have a cousin who suffers from a severe loss of motor function in his body and also has difficulties swallowing and digesting food as a result. I just want to say that support (e.g. medicine, equipment, the special food) for such a condition is already hard to get in normal circumstances, and as a result my cousin seldom leaves the house. If it is already difficult in normal circumstances, I can't imagine how Adam and his family are coping in the middle of a genocide! Please help them!

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[smalleevee]

mitski unwrite the line “and that pretty friend is finally yours” right now i am begging you