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[satanssquidgy]

If you say that reblogging things gives you anxiety or that doing anything other than liking a post gives you anxiety then you are chronically online, there is no excuse to not reblog a post there really is not

[khairosclerosis]

🃏 and it's our word,

yes, our word,

against theirs

for curtain call, the ace attorney musical zine!

[userfrieren]

for @shadowsofrose

HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[preqvelle]

[aphel1on]

AURGH auwarghh the autistic parental trauma... the epi was wacky hijinks then dropped this on us out of nowhere... (sobs) laios... laiiiiooooos

[braisedhoney]

fighting back? against who? they're so happy—they've been waiting for you.

you are wonderful. don't you know that?

bonus: they play sims together :)

[tomatoart]

doodle page who cheered

[trans-androgyne]

Yes, trans men and mascs have historically been subjected to less public violence and ridicule than trans women and fems. Is having privilege really the only reason you can think of for that? Have you considered that they had less ability to be publicly visible in the first place? Please remember that the lack of autonomy women have historically been granted also applies to transmascs. They would have been considered the property of men. Spousal rape wasn't illegal everywhere in my country until 1993. How easy do you think it would be for forcibly impregnated transmascs to transition? For abused transmascs in general? Do you think they were all even allowed out of the house often without a man? There are so many stories of transmascs being forcibly institutionalized for being trans. Is that situation and otherwise being quietly abused and erased really so much better than hypervisibility?

[broh3m3]

[midnightbrightside]

beta kristoph gavin design the man that u are,,,

[girlboyburger]

new icon ♡ 🌈⋆｡° ☀️ 🐮°｡⋆

[nordidia]

vent/comfort art to keep myself present during ptsd flashing

[itsnotmourn]

what happened after tender treats

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A six panel comic of Spooky Month, taking place after the episode Tender Treats. Ross and Robert look into the candy bag Roy had tossed them.

Ross leans over and asks, "Do you think we got enough now?"

Robert replies, looking pleased, "it's a good amount. We can stop now and go home."

"Cool—" Ross is cut off and tenses up in shock at the sound of Jaune's voice behind him. Two white exclamation marks appear above his head.

"Hi Honey! Hey there, Robert!" Jaune is in the back of a police chair and she waves to Ross happily. There are two drawn flowers around herself.

Both Ross and Robert look behind themselves, confused. Robert asks Ross, "Isn't that your mother?" Ross does not reply back, still surprised.

Jaune jokes with a silly expression, "WOW, look at me. I got arrested for not wearing a costume today. Come bail me out?" A cartoon star bounces off her head.

Ross's face reddens with embarrassment as he averts his eyes away. "Good to see you too, Mum." Robert laughs at his reaction.

In the police car, Jaune goes on a tangent. As she talks, she has a small sweat drop on her cheek. "Haha, I'm just kidding. I was out helping my friend (you remember Lila?) and we ran into a bit of kahoots. Don't worry about that bit, though. Anyways, the police were around the corner to help us like "hurray we're saved!" So like after they drove my friend home, I figured we could find you too! What a night!"

Ross and Robert, drawn as simple shapes, look at each other with a question mark above their heads.

/end Image ID]

[rinneverse]

cw just a crumb suggestive. minors do not interact. happy aventurine release day!! hope everyone who wants him gets him in their first 10 pull :>

aventurine likes to think his jealousy is subtle.

but really, after knowing him for so long, there are tiny slips in his facade, minuscule cracks in the mask that clue you into how he’s truly feeling.

they’re not easy to spot. his character is carefully crafted to be as flawless as possible; he’s a phenomenal actor and he doesn’t like to expose his true nature.

but you know him—you know him in ways no one else has seen before. you’ve seen him come unraveled, breathless and slick with sweat. you’ve seen him on his knees for you, eyes glimmering with want as he worships you. you’ve seen the way his nose scrunches slightly when he laughs, the way his eyebrows pinch together when he’s deep in thought, the way his left hand is always tucked behind his back during a gamble.

“you so were jealous,” you jab at your boyfriend, coy smile dancing on your lips as he scoffs and turns away.

“was not. i can only listen to that angel prattle on for so long, you know.”

“no need to deny it, vennie.”

the gambler turns your way. he gives you a brief once over before approaching you. he pushes into your space, forcing you to step back until your back hits the wall. he crowds you there, arm coming up to rest on the wall above your head. you’ve effectively been trapped.

"i'm not denying anythin' baby," aventurine huffs, bringing his face to yours. his warm breath ghosts against your lips. you find yourself wanting to tilt your head towards him, to brush your lips against his.

you resist yourself. you know exactly what he's gunning for here.

(you know you won't last very long. he'll always get what he wants in the end. you don't mind one bit.)

"i could literally see you glowering at him. you're not too subtle, you know?" at least not to you. not when you've come to know him in such intimate ways.

"i was bored—and hey, let's talk about the way he was lookin' at you. i didn't appreciate it one bit. that's what has me so worked up, since you're so convinced i'm jealous."

"he was just having a conversation with me??"

aventurine gives you an incredulous look, bringing his free hand up to squish your cheeks. you let out an indignant squeak.

"that's not how i saw it, sweetheart. c'mon, indulge me here. if i were him, i'd be lookin' at a pretty thing like you the way he was too. but doing that right in front of me? ugh," he sighs dramatically. "how're you gonna make it up to me? you were givin' all of your attention to him and i just don't think that's fair."

"when do you ever play fair?"

"i am right now, aren't i?"

you shoot him a look that screams absolutely not. but you sigh anyways, bringing your arms up to loop around his neck. the hand that holds your face loosens, then slowly trails down your body, coming to rest on your hip.

with a coy smile, you let your lips brush against his, feather-light and fleeting.

"fine, fine. i'll make it up to you. my eyes are only on you tonight, 'kay?"

aventurine smiles, dark and full of sinful promise.

"good. i think i'll take my time with you."

[shhroomer]

Oh, help me God, this hellboy got me coming back for more

reblogs super appreciated !!! close-ups under the cut !