#like there is SO LITTLE of it left

[musical-chick-13]

When the fic is ALMOST done, but you need one or two liiiiiittle transition paragraphs, and you can't! think! of anything! to put there!!!

[that-butch-archivist]

"Lesbian Weddings" by Wendy Jill York

source: The Femme Mystique, edited by Lesléa Newman

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[egophiliac]

everyone out of the way, this is the only thing I'm going to be thinking about from now on.

(okay, there is one more thing)

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[canisalbus]

✦ Milk and Honey ✦

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Look what we've become.

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[cracklewink]

Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5

The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )

[raepliica]

they're down to their last cigarette so they're sharing✨️✨️

[mizaruwu]

The queen's baby quieted down once Impa handed over her to him. He held the princess with shaky arms "Zelda," He starts, voice thick with emotion "hi there little one"

Zelda looks up at him, bright blue eyes meet his tired violet ones. "You look just like your mother" He manages to croak out and oh, his expression probably looks horrible right now but the little princess still gives him a gummy smile.

The little princess latches on to his finger, babbling happily. Before he could even smile back he takes in a sharp breath when he sees the triforce symbol already on the back her hand. All of a sudden, he cant bear the weight in his arms any longer.

He lands a kiss on her forehead and hands her back to Impa "be good, little Zelda" The handmaiden, gives him a somber smile "the Queen, she's still in her bedroom. I know you want to see her before–"

"Of course" He knows already. He doesn't need to hear it "Thank you as always, lady Impa" He gives a curt bow to Impa before he turns and walks to the queen's chambers. Its only a short walk, but the few steps he takes feels like a lifetime.

When he reaches the closed door it's like another eternity was spent just standing there. He knocks. He knows he doesn't need to, but he did. Two times as if he's calling her name. Two times like he usually did. Knock-Knock, then she'll call out his name. She always knew it was him somewhow.

One knock, then another and a pause. His name isn't called out. His closed fist rests on the door and trembles in place. For once, he's afraid. With a shaky breath, he pushes the doors open anyways.

He finds himself in another agonizing walk, this time towards the bed. He hates how every step he takes feels heavier than the last. He hates how his breathing are the only sound in the room apart from the soles of his boots dragging against the carpet. He hates how his knees give out once he reaches the edge of the bed.

He hates how his vision blurs and how warm tears travel down his face when he blinks to clear his eyes.

Lying in the middle of the bed is Zelda with her eyes closed like she just fell asleep, her face serene like she's having a nice dream, her body still as a statue. He reaches out shaky fingers to trace the back of her hand, the triforce mark is gone. He stays like that for a while.

"You know Zel, I always thought you'd outlive me"

[gunstellations]

its sonics turn! 👅

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[heartorbit]

bugs when you lift up a rock

[obsob]

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Ghouls night out

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[otaku553]

Thoughts on being aroace