#idk man lol

[monsoon-of-art]

Laws of the universe dictate that Hayday must have a shitty job

[smiggles]

Art blocked trying to work on comms so I studied instead

[shhitskinkytime]

Oooh yea yall want a Southern Trans Man™️ to blow smoke in ur face, u want a Southern Trans Man™️to call you darlin, sweetheart, honey, baby, pumpkin, u want a Southern Trans Man™️ to come in all sweaty from workin outside and ask for a cold glass of sweet iced tea in that thick drawl, a Southern Trans Man™️ to call you Miss or Ma'am or Sir or Mister~

BUT

Will you still love your Southern Trans Man™️ when he cant pronounce the words drawers, florida, or laura correctly?

Will you still want your Southern Trans Man™️ when you find out that no, he isnt just spelling tomorrow like that to make it seem like its his accent, hes spelled it "tomarrow" for years and nobody corrected him on it?

Will you still crave your Southern Trans Man™️ while youre both cackling over the fact that he didnt know "this morning" as a phrase was two separate words until he was in 4th grade?

This is me poking fun at myself, my girlfriend, and a mutual friend of ours for helping me figure out i dont know how to speak english 🤣

[aries-of-spades]

Headcanon things about the dimensions and whatnot cause i just filled a gap in it:

Ok so, every overworld, Nether, and End are created from the code of the original worlds of each, which sit at the very bottom of the World Hub.

[Note: in my mind, the World Hub is this circular esque structure that's infinity tall on the inside, and fairly wide in diameter. Along the wall is a wide pathway spiraling upwards. The walls are covered with doors that serve as the portals to every world in existence. I need to figure out how to draw this.]

The first world ever created was ᒷ↸ᒷリ, more commonly known as the Downside Up. This is the first End dimension, and the beginning of life, in the form of the watchers, who were created as stewards over the other worlds and their inhabitants.

The Hels demension is the first Nether. Many parts of it still resemble the barren wasteland it used to be, but as new species find ways to grow there, the Nethers created after have these same biomes. It is believed to be the birthplace of demons.

The first overworld had no name. It was destroyed millenia ago, after the first admins were created there. Something legends say it was the admins who destroyed it in their hubris, other say it was the watchers' jealousy for their power, and the notion that they would be replaced by these new creations.

Unlike the destruction of other worlds, the first overworld could not cease to exist. It would have left an imbalance in the Universe. So instead, what remained there was an infinite void. The true Void. This is the place of banishment.

In the absence of an overworld for other worlds to branch off from, the code that was preserved after the destruction was fashioned into a new overworld, a perfect vision known as the Aether. It was deemed too important to risk the same fate, and this world was closed off from the World Hub, preventing any entry or exit. It is commonly believed that the afterlife exists within the Aether.

[acesartemis]

sunset (buddietommy wedding part 23) @118dailydrabble prompt -> wind

The wind fills the sails of the Catamaran as they cruise over the waters of the Aegean Sea. 

Tommy smiles into his wine glass as he watches Eddie massage sunblock over Evan’s bare back. After a day of snorkeling and swimming, the poor man ran the risk of becoming a lobster. 

Tommy sets down his glass, sliding his body over towards them and draping his body over Eddie, pressing open mouth kisses on his shoulders. He leans forward even more to capture Evan’s mouth in a sloppy kiss. “I love you. You. Mykonos. This wine. And this sunset, look!”

The sun is quickly setting overhead, turning their world view into a palette of oranges and pinks and purples.

[elv-arts]

(ID in alt text) Is this that bob guy you've all been talking about? And he got divorced? Man.

[mistyhasbraindamage]

im insane 🥰

[lovetransaction]

Smiling makes more sense to Dean than any of the long meaningful therapizing looks that Sam keeps giving him or, god help him, Bobby's schtick about how being a Hunter means not being a person. Dean still feels like a person, just a fucked-to-hell one who can't stop seeing the long line of his inadequacies straight out the door and on till sunrise. Frank might not know him but Frank knows ... something, about what it's like, about your biggest life loss coming at age twenty-six and the one-foot-in-front-of-the-otherness of everything that comes after.

Frank's also something new and a little odd but Dean doesn't mind odd when it comes with a never-ending parade of pet names that are rolled in that sour candy coating so they're just this side of cloying, a little sarcasm to take the sugar off. He's not into psychedelics much but with Frank he's curious about the old guy's bag of tricks, so he says fuck it one time and drops acid with the geezer. It's, predictably, odd; Frank spools on and on about his routine and all the steps he's employed to keep on truckin' and by the time he's giving Dean that shiatsu massage he'd mentioned, Dean's still curious so he leans into it.

Twelve minutes later he's not altogether sure if his tianshu meridian is any better for the way Frank's rolling his knuckles against Dean's stomach, but sixteen minutes after that, Frank's fucking him nicer than a lot of people do and Dean mumbles, "i'm the one paying you, y'know," and Frank stares at him with one hand cupped at the base of Dean's skull and says, "listen, poodle, at our level of transaction nothing's a one-way street so lie back and let me get my kicks," and that sounds reasonable enough so Dean sinks his hips back further in the cot and lets it all be easy, for once, easy as it gets for somebody like him. His head jostles a little in the cup of Frank's palm with each rolling thrust and Dean opens and closes his mouth and looks up at the ceiling and doesn't see Amy's face and her cat eyes, or Bobby's face and his sadness, or anything at all. Maybe fire, rolling in. Maybe not. "Mom," he says, experimentally, and Frank slows for a minute, then gently moves his hand from behind Dean's head and covers his eyes with it.

"Thank you," Dean rasps. Frank doesn't say anything. His thumb sweeps along Dean's forehead once, twice. Sweet one way and sour the other.

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going to lebanon : flash creations

[cataclysmiceuphemism]

okay i deleted that one reblog and won't tag this either but i do think it's a bit..... oddly/ironically gender-conforming for the answer 'estrogen would have saved her' and 'obviously a girl' kinds of comments/tags being the predominant response to comments largely of being genderless or embracing both being a 'man's man' and femininity vs takes of nonbinary-ness or a non-gendered refusal of 'boy= blue' 'girl=pink'/gender nonconformity

[emilyjunk]

Me when I see critical role live is finally coming back east but it's at fucking freedom mortgage pavilion: 🤨🤔

[jellybeanium124]

4 years of this. we're past bees I'm releasing the fucking hornets. I'm so over this. wdym 1443 days until jan 20, 2029. gd fucking willing that's the end.

[team-sleeps]

On another note today something I didn't expect to think about was that on top of being bi there's a chance I may also be demi romantic/sexual? It seems like everyone in my life BUT me considers it some great tragedy that I'm not with anyone right now and haven't in a long time. But even though some things about a relationship sound nice and I can get really attached to a person (on rare occasions) I don't actively get a lot of crushes on people like I hear other people do. And I don't go out of my way to pursue anything.

[sarahwatchesthings]

*Researching the mechanism of action of a new psych drug*

The internet every single time:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[justcallmesakira]

🤫🧏‍♂️

WHY IIS BRO MEWING but most importantly who you mewing for 😏😏😏

[pillowfriendly]

Enrichment fistfights!!!

"Please, be welcome to our home." The murmur of pleasant conversation swelled as Count Fortemps opened the door to his mansion. "It's our pleasure to host the Starlight-"

Glass shattered, and the count flinched. His smile strained under a barrage of cracks and thumps and the gasps of partygoers. Beautifully decorated trees were visible in the hall behind him, wrapped in silvery tinsel and crimson ribbon. One of them tilted and began to fall.

"Now it's a party!" someone cried. The count stepped over the threshold and toed the door closed behind him.

"You must excuse the disturbance. We are hosting visitors, you see. A pair of-" He was interrupted again by an impact that rocked the door in its frame. Raucous laughter erupted, barely muffled by the walls. "-distinguished guests from-" A window burst outward on the side of the manse and two figures tumbled from it, a hissing tangle of fur and horns. "-the Alliance."

Another thud, and a yowl. "Merry Starlight," the count said, from behind the lace of his fingers. "And a happy Heavensturn."

[sirdust]

me: i could care less about the hazbin fandom atp

me seeing art of the main group that excludes niffty: ohhhhhhhh. oh i'll kill you