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number1milfloislover · 10 months ago
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I feel like we're in a lesbian film renaissance rn (abt time), and what do us gay dudes get, fucking Saltburn.....
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moiraupdates · 5 months ago
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Leyendecker redraw featuring moira (ofc) and my hcs for her body
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bunnyboy-juice · 6 months ago
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NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???
#personal#i am emotional yes#over the years ive had this blog I've made a few posts abt being femme#nd whether they're serious or jokey..... inevitably someone in the tags goes “ohhh yeah bc pink”#or in the case of what inspired this post: someone going “what about the pink ones” on my praying mantis post#and im just.#sick of it. im sick of femme being equated to pink and frilly girlie behaviors.#im sick of femme being equated to skirts and heels. to makeup. to skincare. to pristine nails exactly almond shaped.#im sick of ppl acting like All femmes aspire to this shit. im sick of femms being reduced to this shit.#and i love pink! i love pink! my phone theme is quite literally just black and pink all over.#im just. so tired of any expression of Femme identity being shoehorned into being a Specific type of femininity#especially as someone who DOES get dysphoric wearing skirts. wearing dresses. embodying the femme aesthetic yall are so set on making#if u guys wanna rb this i truly dont care#i just needed to scream#and this is one small thing#but the 2nd largest category of anon hate i have gotten since making this blog is str8 up homophobia from other “queer” folks#saying i cant be femme bc of how i present. calling me slurs (and using them as such) bc they cant understand femme as anything but that#my wife and i have our users in our personal discord server set as 2 different things of anon hate ive gotten#i have had OTHER FEMMES tell me i am not femme. femmes who Know im femme who still call me butch. femmes who ive corrected and been blocked#-by bc of it. the number 1 largest demographic of queerfolk who have me blocked rn is TME femmes who embody pink also#and i dont think its a coincidence at all. (and i know this bc i go to try and follow these ppl bc they get rbed on my dash & i cant)#and ik their blogs arent deleted bc some of them don't block my wife (tall. white. butch) and it cant be politics cause her and i rb#a lot of the same political shit (fuck. i think she rbs More than i do even. this is genuinely mainly a nsft blog)#and usually i don't say anything but im having a bad day so i get to be angry about this and if anyone fucking tries me i will block u#idc if we've been mutuals 4ever. im judt so tired of feeling like i am not Enough as a femme bc i dont embody this shit#im sick of this lameass lip service to he/him gnc femmes etc when the thin white 50s housewife femme is still what is preferred and loved#im sick of this lamesss lip service when y'all feel entitled to theorizing on other femmes genders bc u cant conceptualize a femme who does#wanna be hypetfeminine. im sick of it. im sick of it. im sick of it.#celebrity bun
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mossy-aro · 4 months ago
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i hate to be a Downer but no i don’t think making the tenth generic post abt how ‘true love’ is and always will be the most powerful force in the universe and that nothing else compares gives you a personality actually. sorry.
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mblue-art · 3 months ago
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happy birthday cross !! it's always a delight to see your genuine smile, and i mean it when i say it's an absolute treasure to me !!
(meme src)
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wonuwu717 · 10 months ago
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gives midori 10 girlfriend bc he deserves it
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qixjone · 4 months ago
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neil and mary escaped through a tunnel that connected the celler to the garage.
hold on let me say it a bit louder
MARY AND NEIL ESCAPED THROUGH A TUNNEL THAT CONNECTED THE CELLAR TO THE GARAGE!
in my mind i image this tunnel to be just a small thing, the dirt crumbling around the round walls. mary must have led neil out, fingers scaping into the walls in the haste to get out as fast as possible. do you ever think when they finally made it out she took a second to look at her dirty shoes and the dirt inbetween her nails and thought, “i did it.” with a grim determination she never felt before?
do you ever think neil would look down at his nails after she died and think about that day they left; the dirt under his nails that turns to blood as he remembers her dying?
do you ever think he looked at the blood and dirt and though, “we never really did it.”
do you ever think that when he was down there in the cellar remebering where he was and how he ran that he looked down at his hands, saw the dirt again, and was sad because he knew mary tried and- and they never really did it. and now they are both gone, one dead, one dying.
do you ever think that, after he survies, he looks down at his hands in that hospital bed and sees the dirt and thinks, “we actually did it, and you arent here to see it.”
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its-roachii · 1 year ago
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totk spoilers ///
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"Where am I?" (part one)
★ next ★
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roleswap au pages 1-4. these are some of the more boring pages so i figured i'd get them out of the way. expect more pages soon >:)
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leroibobo · 1 year ago
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really do not think people understand the extent to which palestinian sites/landmarks (especially muslim ones) were destroyed, beginning in 1948 until now, even in cities. the oldest extant mosque in jaffa (al-bahr mosque) was built in 1675, even though islam came there in the 7th century
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eikichi-supremacy · 4 months ago
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sorry, sorry. i know- i know you wear the pompadour to- yes, yes i know it's very intimidating and delinquent like but-and again I'm sorry-it just makes you look a little cute I'm sorry-
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thlayyli · 5 months ago
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MAP part for the @barrenclan fan project which you can apply for here!
Really not sure why the entire thing seems jpeg compressed, it may just be bc i exported on the wrong settings bc im not used to davinci resolve yet. it also seems to have turned it from 24fps to 12fps so a lot of my animation was lost. but nothing i can do abt it now so
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sunnybyler · 6 months ago
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i’m literally about to become the lawyer of every single dragon on hotd they are all innocent! like i’ll even say they’re all victims in this war despite inflicting so much of the violence. they don’t gaf who the king/queen is. blame their fuck ass riders not them!!!!
every time i see someone dissing them it feels like i got shot in the chest like those are my babies. if i see one more person blaming my meemaw vhagar over what happened in rooks rest i’m going to have to start swinging.
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junicult · 1 year ago
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contains ; entirely fluff! sfw! budding relationship. fem!farmer. sam teaches u how to skateboard <33. drabble.
note ; it breaks my heart that it doesn’t seem obvious sam is one of my favs. i need the world to know.
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a new farmer moving into town didn’t mean much to a few neighborhood ears.
there was chatter about how eager the older residents were to meeting the person who would clean up the old farm. people were interested in seeing a new face, but it wasn’t like anyone was pleading for it.
overall, everyone was a little bit surprised when the new farmer happened to be a pleasant, youthful woman taking her grandfathers old cottage.
especially with how eager you were to introduce yourself.
spending the majority of your days wandering around town, trying to catch any new face and at least learn enough about them to be use it as an excuse to see them again.
it might’ve been viewed as a bit irresponsible at first, especially to some. this was the person who was trying to fix up the old farm?
it seemed like a waste. but you were sweet enough that it was only a passing observation to a few.
which is probably why it came as a shock when you’d be seen in the weirdest of places—crawling from the mines covered in soot and rock, lugging large fish around in the smallest backpack, eating seemingly inedible items found off the ground.
and although you started to become quiet chatter to the town, you didn’t seem to care. maybe you didn’t even notice.
you were a nice sight to a few, at least.
sam liked you pretty quickly. he’ll like anyone if they’re kind to him, that’s for sure.
you were special though. the first time you met, it was beyond comprehension to step outside of his room and see a stranger laughing with his mom and little brother in his kitchen.
“oh, sam, this is the new farmer. this is my son, sam.” jodi so kindly introduced for you, catching the blonde in a bit of a shock so soon after he woke up.
and despite that short interaction, you’d still go out of your way to say hello any chance you had.
“what kind of fish is that?” sam called as he approached you calmly, finding you at the river on his way home from work.
you turn, a little startled from the sudden voice that caused you to flinch, losing your grip, and send said fish back into the river out of your hands.
your shoulders slouch while your eyes following it, swimming down the stream, a little frown on your cheeks that enabled his quick apology.
“oh! i didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles for just a second, “i’m sorry, i owe you a fish!”
you face the blonde who approached your side, shaking your head. “you owe me a sunfish, actually.” you give a small smile, “good quality too. lost some precious gold on that bad boy.”
“then i really owe you a sunfish.” he rubs the back of his neck with a laugh. “sorry about that, though.”
“it’s fine. i’m super tired anyways, and it wasn’t that good of a sunfish.” you sigh, bringing yourself to your feet and reaching for your bag you left resting beside you, slipping it over your shoulder.
your eyes glance to the man beside you, a quick once over and the question falls from your lips, “what’re you wearing?”
he looks down at his shirt like he doesn’t remember, before he perks up. “oh! this is my work shirt—i work at jojamart.”
“oh really?”
“mhm! just finished, actually.”
“what do you do there?”
he straightens his posture just a little, keeping eye contact on you with the same boyish grin on his cheeks. “i’m a janitor, usually.”
“ah, so you’re good at cleaning?” you hum.
he laughs. “my mom might disagree.”
his reply earns a small laugh from you, one that makes his smile only grow after hearing.
after which you shoot off a couple goodbyes, turning around to head back through cindersap to make your way home. he’s still smiling after he manages to sidestep his mom’s curiosity, the fleeting interaction on his mind just a bit longer.
and the next few days were full of the same quick interactions; all of which he was looking forward to more and more.
you were always doing something, he would always ask a question about it, and it’d move on from there.
quick, but enjoyable. might’ve even started to become his favorite part of the day.
“you can skateboard?”
the familiar call of your soft voice, slightly raised only to catch his attention quicker made him around in surprise.
just by chance, he happened to be mid-failed kick-flip.
it felt like deja vu when you tease, “oo, maybe not.”
“you caught me at a bad attempt!” he justifies, painting the grin you’ve become acquainted with when he pauses to face you.
you came walking from the forest beside his house, catching him in the middle of his hobby, asking him a question instead of the other way around.
your backpack characteristically rests on your shoulders, large and full just as similarly. it’s almost distracting just how heavy it always looks, but still, you’re rarely seen without it.
he keeps his foot resting on the board just so it doesn’t roll away, yet his attention was now entirely focused on you.
“and for your information, i can skateboard.” he boasts properly, in a way that doesn’t scream douchey, only deserving.
you click your tongue, approaching him. “i dunno…from the looks of it, it seems you don’t really know what you’re doing…”
his jaw drops, feigning offense. “if you’re so good, why don’t you give it a try then!”
he picks up his shoe, taking a step back as if to say, “prove it.”
your eyes flicker to the board, mouth twitching as you formed the words to counter, only to then just stop when you realize you definitely can’t prove it.
your hesitance did nothing to falter sam’s inevitable smile. instead, it turned into a faint smirk, and a short chuckle that lead his arms crossing over his chest.
“you can’t skateboard?” he says more so then asks.
his words could sound condescending, but there’s nothing rude in the tone he uses to speak to you. in fact, it’s all just genuine curiosity.
“…maybe. who’s to say i have the time to learn?” you shrug, pursing your lips.
he unravels his arms, stepping over his board once again to slide it back in front of him.
“well, do you?” he word-vomits.
no. you don’t. you have an actual job that requires a lot of attention, and time-management. you’re lugging around a backpack full of supplies that probably need to be given to someone before their shop closes, yet here he is asking if you can spare just a few extra minutes of your day to stand on his skateboard, of all things.
it’s only when you give him a look that causes his smile to falter. it’s a short one, one he can’t read, yet it somehow gives him enough time to feel his heart drop just a few inches, and enough time for the nevermind to form on his tongue and nearly fall out before—
“alright, why not?”
he could sigh of relief when you slide the bag down your arms, dropping it just a couple feet away.
“but i gotta know i’m in safe hands, first. do a trick or something.” you easily ask as a joke, but he doesn’t take it as such.
he’s already prepared to hop on the board. the tip of his foot presses against the back, pausing for a moment before he quickly bends his knees, and jumps a couple feet in the air, the board following just under his feet before he lands within seconds.
and by the time he does, he’s grinning like he accomplished something huge, opening his arms in a silent, “ta-da!” manor.
you laugh. “alright, i shouldn’t of doubted you.”
“that’s right! you’re in the safest of hands, that’s for sure.” he takes a step off, leaving the board vacant just for you.
it’s obvious you’re only a little bit nervous; and frankly, that upsets you a tad.
why? you’re not sure. you explore caves like it’s nothing, kill monsters like it’s a regular day. falling off a little skateboard won’t do much besides a little bruise on your butt, or scrape on your knee.
yet you look down at the board like you’re intimidated by it. like it has the ability to purposely knock you off, make you look like a fool in front of the guy you spend a bit too much time thinking about.
“don’t worry, you won’t fall. i promise, i won’t let that happen.” he sweetly reassures, almost like he can read your mind.
you glance into his eyes, scanning for sincerity despite knowing it was already there.
you take one step closer, close enough that you’re both nearly sandwiching the board on the ground.
you can blame it on instinct—because it actually was—when your arms reach out for him to latch onto.
he can do the same when his hands grip the undersides of your forearms, using minimal strength to ensure your safety. both of your eyes fall to your shoes, waiting for you to raise your leg and press against the board.
it takes you just another few seconds to lift your stabilizing foot off the concrete, instantly tightening his hold on you.
you start to wobble, and the height plus the instability makes it easy for you to latch onto him too.
“you’re okay! see, it’s not too bad!” he continues to reassure.
despite your gaze never leaving your feet, he’s finding his focus to be glued to your face.
whether he’s scanning for any sign that you’re uncomfortable, or using that as an excuse to look at you so up close, his gaze remains soft and understanding.
“do you want to try to move?”
you nod, silently scanning the concrete for any minor obstructions that could potentially get in your way, clog the wheel, and send you flying.
he takes one small step to the side, appropriately accustomed to your liking, and because of your solid grips on one another, that short step has you moving with him.
“why can’t i stand still?” you frown, almost sounding annoyed at yourself.
“because your feet are too close together. you gotta balance on the weight of the board. like this,” he demonstrates by showing you exactly what you should be doing, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach when you hold on even tighter (like that was possible) to recreate his exact stance.
you start to grin when his advice works.
“see, there you go. you wanna move a little further?”
you nod almost instantly, the elation of how well this is progressing for you making you eager.
he repeats the same action as before; this time taking a few more steps to the side to drag you along—each of which you let out a noise of excitement.
your grip calmly loosens the further he walks you, while his does nothing to falter. he picks his speed up when you show a bit more confidence, and slows down when you show hesitation.
he works with how you’re feeling, even if you don’t say anything. and although you’re silent, it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“you think i can let go?” he asks softly, glancing up at you.
instantaneously, your eyes widen in fear nearly the same second you feel bold enough to nod your head.
“okay, you’ll be fine. i’ll still be here.”
there’s something so shocking at how gently he speaks to you. it’s peaceful, his tone perfect to calm and ease you, like he’s done this before.
which shouldn’t be such a surprise. sam’s a sweet guy, who clearly cares for the people around him. you’ve spent enough fleeting moments together to know that already, plus how much jodi will talk your ear off about him. vincent too. it was one of the first things you noticed about him.
he’s so delicate when he takes a step back, slowly removing his hands from your arms, even after you nervously clutch him for just a fleeting second.
and when he’s fully let you go, you turn into a deer in headlights, frozen on the board that’s ever so slightly rolling to the side.
his stifled laugh makes you purse your lips, glaring over at him.
“see, you’re a natural!”
you both know he’s lying.
“how do i move?”
“you have to kick your feet.”
you don’t do that. instead, you reach both hands to the side, and grip the air like you’re tugging on a rope, moving one inch forward.
and even then you lose your balance just a tad, unattractively allowing your arms to flail forward like you’re begging for him to hold onto you again before you fall.
the laugh he lets out falls louder then before, sounding more like a wheeze as he emphasizes, “it’s okay, i got you, i got you,” while your nails dig into the fabric of his jacket.
“what do you mean kick my feet?!”
he’s still laughing, “you have to drop one foot off, push against the ground and hop back on.”
it sounds easy enough, but for some reason the simplest task makes your eyes widen, jaw fall ajar like he just offended you personally.
he takes a second to explain it, slower this time. his patience was another thing that’s adding a little tally of interest in your mind.
you carefully step off when he offers to show you, making room for him to hop on almost like it was second nature, kick against the concrete, and skillfully swings back into place while he glides like he’s showing off.
he does the same thing to bring the board back over to you.
“easy peasy. anyone can do it!”
you slouch, pursing the tiny frown on your cheeks once you realized it was showing.
you reach out just like before, waiting for him to help, which he does. you align your feet just like before, waiting a few moments before you give him a nod that tells him he can let go. even though he’s not holding onto you, he still keeps his hands out so they’re easy to reach just in case.
your trial and error only takes a couple tries, both of which ended with you nervously hopping off before you could hurt yourself, despite sam’s watchful eye and the fact that he’d never let that happen.
but by your third attempt, blood flowing with determination, you take a slow deep breath like you’re preparing for an important race.
you give yourself one short push off the ground, swinging your leg just like he taught you back onto the board while you slide across the ground.
before you even stopped, your eyes lit up, an immediate smile widening on your cheeks at the realization that you finally did it.
“you’re a pro!” sam loudly cheers, clearly just as ecstatic as you.
both of your reactions match up—squealing before you even hop off the board, throwing your arms up triumphantly.
you didn’t even go very far, less then 10 feet away. but he’s still jogging towards you like you won an olympic gold metal.
“told you you could do it, what did i say?” the way he animatedly moves his arms makes you laugh.
and maybe he was reaching his hand out for a simple, measly high-five, but you fall further then that.
still giggling, grinning till your cheeks ache in pain, your arms swing around his neck.
yet he didn’t even hesitate to wrap his own around your torso.
you hardly did anything. you hardly moved. you’ve only been learning for about fifteen minutes. it’s not like you deserve this much praise, but there’s no way he would agree.
his constant expressions of how proud he was fell straight to your heart, because you knew he meant it.
it takes another moment before you pull away, allowing your plump cheeks to be his main focus.
“that was really fun. i need to get back to work though, clint’s closes in less then an hour.” you sigh, shooting a short glance over the blonde’s shoulder to check your if your bag had somehow disappeared.
“i’m glad you spared some time.”
“me too. maybe next time you can teach me that little trick you did.”
his eyes follow as you walk towards your backpack, reaching down to once again slot it over your shoulders as usual.
his plump, flush cheeks widen.
“looking forward to it.”
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festive-unserious-fellow · 1 year ago
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I am going insane
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blissfulstatic · 5 months ago
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in stars and time is a repressed bastard plot
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dekubreaksbones · 8 months ago
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You know those old AUs where Dabi/Touya trained at the HPSC?
That, but with Natsuo.
Losing both his brother and mother leads Natsuo to have a mental break, resulting in a stress mutation of his quirk. Makes it stronger; currently thinking his ice becomes unmeltable, and certain parts of his body turn completely into ice, such as his arms and jaw. He can regrow the ice and change its formation on his body. The HPSC already had an interest in Endeavor's children, but only after this incident are they able to get their hands on one of them.
He's not the same as Hawks; the commission doesn't own him, it's more of a "boarding school" type thing, and after he becomes a Hero, he's only so on paper. He doesn't have an agency, doesn't patrol, is mostly unknown. He doesn't assassinate people like Lady Nagant and Hawks, they keep his business mostly legal. He's just,,, a hero working specifically and directly for the Commission, called in on certain raids or jobs as the HPSC sees fit.
Outside of that though, he tries to have a normal life. Moves out at 18, attends college, keeps his civilian and hero identities separate. He doesn't have many connections in the hero world; everyone knows he's a Commission plant.
Anyway. Just something i'm thinking really hard of rn. Will probably do some art later
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