#is that included in the uh

[immortalsins]

once again tried out jiujitsu in the hopes i’d like it this time. the place didn’t seem as cult-y as some of the others (gracie barra looking at you) but this guy did say smth along the lines of ‘you’ll 100% be indoctrinated into the bjj life’ in all seriousness whilst seatbelt gripping me

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 2

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[titenoute]

Meme redraw OG Rayman prefers to choose kindness whenever he can...

V.2 :

But sometimes, you gotta send a message.

[sunshinem0ths]

playing 999 with my friend currently and this is my understanding of the plot so far

[kenntolog]

𝝑𝝔 an: not me posting this after saying that i was unmotivated to write— i still feel that way but i feel so sad for satoru that i just had to do something with it yk? very very angsty something.

“remember when we were young?”

you let out a scoff, shaking your head slowly, “we’re still young.”

“…”

“do you… do you not feel young?” you look at satoru with a confused look, eyes scanning over his soft yet somber expression. his gaze is directed forward, watching his beloved students rest on the grass, some laying down while the others sat peacefully.

sighing a little, satoru then looks down, “do you?”

you open your mouth, determined to answer his question, but find yourself quickly shutting it, the absence of any thoughts and arguments in your mind to support your upcoming statement making you even more confused.

his hand suddenly lands on top of your head, eyes staring you down knowingly, “exactly.”

“well, i certainly don’t feel that old, but i don’t feel young either.” you say after spending some time trying to formulate a coherent sentence. satoru hums in response, gently nudging you to sit down on the bench behind you both.

his legs sprawls before him, unable to properly and comfortably bend, which makes a little smile tug on your lips momentarily before it dissolves into a pondering frown.

“i don’t think i’ve ever felt young, y’know?” you look at your feet, your training weapon resting by their side, and feel satoru’s hand on your head once again, softly guiding it to rest on his shoulder. the barely audible clicking of his glasses tells you that he took them off, an action very typical for when he is giving you his full attention.

his quiet hum urges you to continue, “with the clan always preparing for the worst and all, i just never felt at ease. they never let me, which is kinda sad.”

he sighs sorrowfully in response to your statement, uncharacteristically quiet yet somehow so familiar and warm. maybe it’s his big palm on your shoulder, the comforting smell of his cologne and the feeling of his lips on your hairline, you can’t exactly tell. it feels right, though, so you try not to think about it too much.

you both watch yuuji laughing at something, so hard he’s holding his belly while nobara glares at him from above angrily and megumi just looks back and forth between them with the smallest of smiles.

“what about you, satoru?”

another heavy exhale escapes him, “i sure have.”

but it was taken away from me.

the ending, it’s silent and you don’t expect him to say those words out loud. you nuzzle your face into the soft fabric of his uniform jacket, brows pinching, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you try to contain the sudden wave of emotions passing through you.

satoru certainly feels that, his hand rubbing up and down your arm comfortingly as looks down at you, longing gaze searching for yours.

“aw, got you all emotional, didn’t i, eh?” he smiles down at you softly, his free hand tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. the real reason why you’re crying isn’t far from what he said, just the forced playfulness of his tone is making everything a little worse because he forces it for you, to make you feel better. “oh my sweetheart~”

“sorry— i just—”

“you don’t have to say anything. i get it.”

the sadness washes over you once again at his declaration and you swallow down yet another sob.

[acekindaneat]

if bones studio isnt gonna give this line from the manga, i'll do it

bonus: middleschool kids and their silly little crush

[transmascissues]

let trans men&mascs romanticize testosterone.

keep your “you’re not going to look like an anime boy or whatever, you’re just going to look like your dad” to yourself.

keep your “but what about the balding and the acne and the anger problems and the gross hair everywhere and the horrible painful bottom growth and and and” to yourself.

keep your “once you look like a man you will scare people and you can never stop thinking about that” to yourself.

keep your “testosterone is poison and don’t you dare even suggest that saying that might hurt you” to yourself.

we are not obligated to take on your fears and traumas around testosterone as our own, nor are we obligated to let them influence our relationship with it.

we are not obligated to sit here in a world that heavily restricts and constantly threatens our access to it and listen silently as you contribute to stigma around it.

we’re already tired of watching cis society as a whole try to rip it away from us; we don’t need fellow trans people and supposed allies giving credence to their cause.

for many of us testosterone is life-saving medicine, it’s liquid gold, it’s the nectar and ambrosia of the fucking gods.

is it so hard to just let us have that? to let us believe that and say it and celebrate it without being given a million reasons to question it? is that really too much to ask?

if you can find it in your heart to let other trans people romanticize their transitions, i promise you can let us do it to.

testosterone is a beautiful thing. it makes people hotter and even more importantly it makes them happier and anyone who wants it should be able to have it because it’s so life-changing and magical and wonderful and incredibly important to so many people who deserve the happiness it offers.

[neptunym]

old gabv1el doodle im never doing anything with.

[toxi-works-at-culvers]

@maip--macrothorax yayyy family outing!! :]

[syn0vial]

boba fett's childhood is such an untapped goldmine of uncanny existential horror, even before he loses his father.

like, imagine growing up never seeing another child except those that are identical to you—carbon copies in every way, except their heads are shaved, they're plugged into machines all day, and they never stay children for very long. the ones that survive turn into men who look like your father, but your father calls them cattle, cannon fodder.

you're a clone, too. you should be cattle like them, but your father doesn't call you those things. he says you're his real son and that he loves you.

your father loves you. this is what distinguishes you from the cattle and the canon fodder. your father loves you and that's what makes you a person.

and :) then :) he :) fucking :) dies :)

[saccharinescorpion]

Skip and Loafer is 95% one of the warmest, gentlest, and most comfortable manga i’ve ever read, and then every once in a while it’ll just swiftly and quietly pull out a page that feels like being hit with a brick to the face

[nastronde]

do you feel guilty?

[mrkgrl]

Can I still tag it with TW movie--- or uh... TW movie The Aftermath, maybe. I have so many more of these doodles/comics.

[glitterspaghettiketchup]

Felt like i had to make this lol

[ch1zzie]

Joolets (and others)

No more (WHY IS ARTING NOT ARTING)

[yyuuraii]

Hiiii I did a thing!!! :]