#i project parts of myself onto them

[superbellsubways]

they may not be a fan favorite when it comes to my designs (atleast thats what i assume? she doesnt get as much attention as the others do especially during art fight) but movie maker is one of my favorite designs to draw ever 😭😭 i love making the sky in their face different colors based on mood and auuuugh 🥹 so Yay❤️

[ambrosetv]

it's too fucking hot where i live so it's time to draw my blorbo complaining abt it

[uncanny-tranny]

The worst mindset you can labour under is the idea that your pain not only represents every person like you but that your pain also must be Meaningful - especially when applied to politics or minority groups.

It's so tempting to want to justify your pain, the injustices you faced, the abuse you endured. But by making it so that your pain is the standard, your pain will define the way you move in the world. It feels liberating in a sense, believe me. But this won't solve the issue that you have been hurt. The anger you feel at the injustice that you were mistreated isn't your fault, but it shouldn't ever be made standard. It shouldn't be the baseline of existence for anybody, including you.

[cats-in-the-clouds]

it is unfortunate when i go to prayer and cry my eyes out and the only response i really hear is that i simply have to bear it. like usually i can get my emotions out and once they’re settled i hear a rational solution but it sucks when i don’t get the answer i want. i just have to keep waiting. like normally i hear something that gives me strength but wow apparently i’ve hit a new low

[hum--hallelujah]

built this life and now it's mine - Fab Four fluff + jetpoison* (platonic or romantic, up to interpretation) (for @caffeineecold)

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Kobra got the jukebox in the corner working two days ago and Jet's just returned from a run that nearly killed him but also scored them a crate of real booze — not the shitty moonshine brewed in the Zones that everyone pretends they like even though it tastes like the inside of the boot that gave bootlegging its name, real stuff.

Party's already sloppy drunk, sitting at the counter, and Jet doesn't usually let himself get this tipsy. Kobra and Ghoul sit in the corner next to the jukebox, picking out tunes and passing back and forth a bottle of champagne, of all things. For being a sandpup, Ghoul has expensive tastes.

Something bass-heavy is playing when Party slips from the stool and nearly topples over. Jet's reflexes are sluggish, but he manages to slide from his own seat and catch Poison. Party's pissed at him for nearly dying, again, and Jet expects a shove and dark look, but that's not what he gets. Instead, Poison leans into him, fitting them so naturally together that it's almost frightening.

"Y'okay?" Jet asks quietly into Party's hair.

"Dance with me, Star?"

Jet blinks, shocked. This is the last thing he expected. But he's just drunk enough, inhibitions just low enough, and he always crumbles when Pois calls him Star. Nobody else really ever does. "Sure," he finds himself saying, and Pois curls even more against him, their hands finding their places without even looking. It's too easy to sway back and forth together, in some facsimile of dance that's really just more an excuse for the comfort of touch that they both need, to the lilting gravelly guitars playing through the jukebox speakers.

The track skips and Kobra thumps the side of the box to get it playing again, a rising guitar interlude without words. Poison's head is nested against Jet's jaw, red hair filling his entire field of vision. On an impulse he doesn't resist for once, probably due to how tipsy he is, he presses his lips to Poison's temple.

"I'm sorry, sunshine," he whispers. "Fuck, Poison, I love you. Not the way... you want me to, probably, but I do. I love you so much." His eye is wide and staring, a little bit desperate. There's no other way he can say it.

"Don't leave me," mumbles Poison softly into the skin of his neck. The song is different now, something softer. "My Star..."

Jet closes his eye. "I'm not trying to," he says.

Poison sniffs, still swaying to the new tempo of this song. "Try harder."

Pois probably won't remember this in the morning. Kobra and Ghoul will give them weird looks, like they've completely lost it, and Jet will know why. Heck, they're giving them weird looks now, over the top of a champagne bottle and between smirking giggling asides to each otherm But Party is too drunk to retain much. They won't ever talk about it, except maybe when it comes up in an argument they force everyone to hear. You said you wouldn't leave me, you said you love me. I don't care how it is I just want you to love me whatever way you can.

The future is unfolding in front of them in so many ways. But right now it's just two friends, irresponsibly drunk and folded into each other.

[gu6chan]

I found him you guys

The world's most masculine slovenian

[elmleif]

Georgia and Van are up extra early this morning for her ultrasound appointment. Her anxiety riddled brain started overthinking her upcoming appointment causing her to panic, and Van did what he does best, help his wife regulate her breathing and calm down.

[unearthedheart]

ray and emma are t4t to ME

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

It’s a running joke than one of my uncles has no one named after him (my mom’s side is very large and very Catholic with multiple instances of the same name across and within generations), while everyone else has at least one relative named after them. Anyway, I’m going to experiment with my gender a LOT when I move out (will update). If, by some chance, I do end up leaning more masc and wanting a name change to match, I’ll have the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever.

(This is not a declaration of my identity; only a somewhat realistic hypothetical scenario)

[sysig]

Physical media is forever (Patreon)

[6mayhem]

in other words i fall for men who are just like my mother: hot and cold, affectionate and punishing, incomprehensible, elusive, make me feel holy and bad about myself at the same time. i don't trust those that treat me like something delicate and worthy. i need to be molded into whatever you want, or else, i won't know how to act

[sweetandainty]

i really do hold so much love and adoration for humans and it makes me so sad how much i’ve been overtaken with envy and bitterness towards others throughout these last few years. i don’t know what happened to me.

[horrorsequel]

chin hair only thing local man likes about himself, mom constantly mentions he should shave it and he says he will later. he is mostly lying.

[stonesandswords]

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[yaminerua]

that scene from Up where he’s bestowing the badge but it’s me bestowing my a-spec headcanons onto my favs

[vamptastic]

ngl the only part of the barbie movie i enjoyed was weird barbie. if they made a whole movie about kate mckinnon playing the visual representation of my childhood feelings on femininity i probably would have enjoyed it. i always loved my fucked up buzzcut leg missing barbies the most.