#i like em both

[chuwush]

Hatless Balan, Datss All :o)

Goodnight y'all.

[risetherivermoon]

ravenclaw barty but he sleeps in one of the beds in evan & regs dorm just because hes clingy like that

[blackdogblood]

98/max vash: oh wow . oh god . oh literal god . im a believer

stampede vash: ..... okay little blondie is quirky. kinda boring . (its a frame where he's fully bent in half) oih...

[tumble-d-wumble-phd]

“Feminine is like when cute cat”, “feminine is like the element of water”, “feminine is like cooking”… Nah nah nah. Friends, romans, fuckheads, lend me your stupid ears. A proven component, to me, of Divine Feminine is a certain sort of…extremely calculated and executed rage. It is considered, but often in a very short time span. It may feel like days pass as you weave it in your mind, though. Maybe you’ve been working on it unknowingly for years, in little jokes. In privately shared confessions. In counsellor’s offices. Maybe we just like to treat the past like foreshadowing, because it makes stories more compelling.

You execute it. Nobody can, really, stop you. That’s because it’s not truly about the act, but the message it sends. The consequences for you, honestly, are irrelevant. A small example, perhaps, would be letting food spoil because he said you were too sick to go to the store, so he went out to buy the groceries. A nice act, in theory. He lays you up on the couch with the Hallmark channel. God, not even Animal Planet? We’ve been married for 7 goddamn years and you give me the Harry Potter movie marathon and a cup of tea too far away to reach comfortably, without even a napkin for the tea bag? It’s… it’s bullshit. By this point you know it’s bullshit, and the kind you can’t complain about. He calls you several times to check if he’s bought the right mustard, or if he can bring home a frozen pepperoni pizza you know you won’t be able to eat because you can’t keep anything but broth down. When you ask for some soup, the call lasts another 8 minutes. That medicine side effect roll on TV looks pretty intriguing, but you need to focus on the list of soups! You know the one you want. You’ve bought it at the store for at least 7 years. He comes home and he leaves the groceries on the counter in the kitchen. Eventually, you fall asleep on the couch while he watches Harry Potter movies. He falls asleep at some point, then you jolt awake, run to the bathroom, and vomit. The smell of that fucking pizza made you nauseous. He had left a plate with a slice for you on the living room table, right under your nose.

When you wake up again upstairs, he’s yelling for you to come down. Something about chicken breasts. Maybe you stabbed a tiny hole in the plastic wrap around those chicken breasts, right at the bottom. You probably just thought about it. When he comes upstairs for a better yelling vantage point, you don’t even defend yourself. You just glare.

It isn’t only biological white women with relatable sorts of suffering summoning forth this aspect of the Divine Feminine. Anyone can, really, You just need to be willing. It is also not inherently just. Sometimes, it is hubris. Sometimes, it is folly. Sometimes you just need to get rid of it. She let it overgrow so terribly over the years. You knew it would when you left. Since the moment you planted that seed in the ground with mother, it’s been “your” responsibility. You were just too young to know what that meant. The first time you were expected to trim it, daddy did it while you cried at the lopped-off flower heads of your dear friend. Your mother was kind, but unsympathetic. Daddy was inscrutable. The accident occured four days later. The time for a trim came and went, but despite the whole garden wasting away around it, that rose bush kept growing, mulched by its own balding stems. She couldn’t stand to see it like that, and you were the man of the house now. It was your responsibility.

You couldn’t hold the shears for too long since they were so heavy, but you were careful and came in with only a few thorn pricks and teary eyes. It looked… smaller, at least, and she finally made dinner like she used to. She promised she’d make pancakes tomorrow morning if you “finished” the bush that night. Your arms were so tired, but you knew- this was your responsibility.

You didn’t expect to come home so soon, much less for this. All surgeries can have complications, you suppose, but this… You have the money for whatever she wanted, but you can’t focus on caskets right now. The bush gnaws at you. It needs a trim. You start. It pricks you. You keep trimming until you bisect one of the prettiest blooms you’ve seen. Before the tragedy can set in, your mind supplies an alternative.

All the guests think the wreath is lovely.

That was the last plant in her garden. It was your responsibility. You try to get the wreath preserved. You store it in the attic. It rots.

All surgeries can have complications.

You still need the surgery. They promised you that that they’d support you through this. You knew that was horseshit though, from the very start.

“That’s why you always looked like a dyke… still do! H-hey! That’s a fuckin compliment, alright? It’s hard to ignore the chin hair. Look, family will bite you, but other people will eat you. Got it? Don’t be so sensitive.”

You go to friends.

“I mean… why Wisteria though? It’s just random to me, I guess. You always went by Jessie, so why not Jess or Jessica! It’d be easier for everyone, ya know?”

You find better friends.

Some of them even help you— they send you the pills you need. How they expected you to magically have boobs before hormones you aren’t sure, but they’re there! It’s better than pills off the street, you tell them. They agree wholeheartedly. It’s worrying.

They make you wear hoodies to neighborhood events.

Your dresses go missing and end up in your sister’s closet.

Your pills go missing.

You can’t even be sure they took them… but you know they wanted to take them. Anything to get their boy back, anything to let him pass on the family name to the next generation. You mention adoption. They remain dissatisfied.

A woman stands outside their house at 10:41 PM, and she is shouting. They tell her, and she gets louder. She can barely catch what she says, but it seems close to everything. It feels like a plastic film is finally being ripped from your skin.

You are leaving this house, but you will not be forgotten. In fact, you will be known like a wolf in the night. It’s the first night most neighbors will hear the name “Wisteria”, and better yet it’s out of their mouths as they desperately try to regain control. There is a werewolf in their front yard. You have, overnight, transformed.

Your howl will echo long after you are gone. They will be asked questions the next day, and their answers will lead to more questions.

They cannot escape the truth anymore. Nobody can.

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[egophiliac]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN here's some seasonal guys! 🎃

[girlboyburger]

i heard you folks might like fluttershy? 🦋

[rannnem]

TWINRUNES FANART I SPENT ALL AFTERNOON ON!

It's how I think Kris would look like as a 16-17 year old (iirc they're roughly 14 in TR). I'm dying to do more fanart of this slightly older TR!Kris design so I'll totally make more

Twin Runes by @akanemnon their artstyle is so gorgeous i hope I did it justice

[querical-equinox]

Bouquets for the boys <3

[vvenuspng]

lovies

[venus vs. color: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)..]

first palette suggested by @yer-a-legend ♡

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

one thing about shawn spencer is he’s going to square up for the underdog. the lawyer in cloudy with a chance of murder. the bank robber in gus walks into a bank. lying ryan in truer lies. even lassiter in lassie did a bad bad thing. he will take one look at a pathetic little man and say “is anyone going to stand in front of him and protect him from evil and prove he is telling the truth despite the odds being against him?” and then not wait for an answer. you go girl, you project those self esteem issues like the king that you are 😔✊

[a-most-beloved-fool]

tos jim kirk is very funny to me because he is so bad with children. you'd think he'd be good with them, but he isn't. i think he probably likes them well enough, he just. doesn't know how to talk to them. not one bit. has no idea how to interact. kids can tell he's trying, but he's bad enough at it that they don't really like him more for it. type of guy who you'd hand a baby to, and he'd hold it out in front of him with stiff arms. like, um. what do i do with this. he could be coached on proper holding technique, but he'd still look visibly uncomfortable the whole time.

tos spock is Not Much Better. i think that he feels more clueless around kids than kirk does, but kids also like him more. he doesn't have it in him to be mean to a child ever, so all the awkward kids adore him, and he spends the whole time with them sending desperate looks to other crew members, being like, 'help, i am ill equipped for childcare' and everyone around him is like, 'nooo, you're doing great!!!' while the child has a blast and he is wishing desperately to be Anywhere Else. however, he does refuse care of babies. somehow, he is even worse with babies than jim is.

bones, though - he's a kid guy. he loves kids and babies. he adores them, they adore him, it's a win win. and he looks over at kirk and spock Struggling and he laughs and laughs and laughs. (the kids, of course, think this is hilarious, and they join in on making fun of kirk and spock, even if they don't really know what they're making fun of them for.)

[sunlit-mess]

~♫

[chloesimaginationthings]

Woah.... may i request more tape girl.... and also phone dude.... and tape girl....... and tape girl..... and tape girl.......

I just gotta draw phone guy next and we’ll have the full set

[soosoosoup]

scrapped john dory and branch

[nyaar0n]

birdies