#me cursed with baby face

[crossbackpoke-check]

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[gravedigg]

Closeups of Angel's timeline, 1989 - 1998

[just-null]

Noritoshi babygirled for like 2 episodes and never appeared again that is absolutely disrespectful I need more of him😭

ONG. Noritoshi's scenes in the anime were so fucking gorgeous (i'm still not over how they animated his lips and eyelashes and eyes and hair and clothes an-) and they so DISGRACEFULLY PUNCHED HIM OUT OF THE SCREEN TO BALANCE IT OUT.

yknow what, i cherish those moments he was on screen. his constant -_- face brought me unending happiness. if we saw more of him, we would all ascend to beyond human for witnessing such beauty and coolness in one man. that or our faces would melt off bc hes so amazing ahahaha (<- copium)

dont worry though anon. im also fucking drying up from lack of Noritoshi. Noritoshi withdrawls, if you will. thats the reason why i started postin, bc i wanna see Noritoshi being babygirl more often. I'm here w you anon, i'll feed us Noritoshi content.

[tako-cafe]

At the town meeting tonight and I’m never escaping the young face issue

Commissioner: you go to *town name school*

Me:….im 25

Earlier at the same meeting: what book are you reading?

Person I was chatting with: *shows book*

Me: oh I remember reading that years ago

Her: how old are you??

Me: oh 25

Her:…I thought you were my age I’m 16

[officiallanxichen]

[Image description: two photos of me, a white ginger person, at two different points in my life. The first is a photo of me as an 11 year old, wearing a white swim shirt and with a black mustsche drawn on my face. I am sitting against a log-cabin like building and am making a goofy face. The second is a recent picture of me at a pride event. I am wearing a black t-shirt with a trans pride flag on it and white text reading "defend trans lives," a Gilbert Baker pride flag as a cape, and have a pride flag stuck in my ponytail and pride heart stickers on my face. I am walking out of a free-standing door surrounded by rainbow pride flags and am grinning. End image description.]

today is my 10 year anniversary of coming out as trans (by email. to the only openly gay friend i has at the time)!! it's crazy to think that I've known I'm trans for almost half my life :O if little 12 year old Tam could see where I am now I think his mind would explode from how confident in myself and my gender I am (and from how many incredible queer people I know and love!!). If you're a newly out trans person, or youre questioning your gender, this is your sign that things DO get better and people will love and accept you for who you are no matter how weird and nonconforming your gender expression is <333 I'm so so grateful especially for my internet friend community, who've taught me so much about how to be trans in ways that work for me and also about the power of fagdyke solidarity. It's not called family for nothing!!! Here's to 10 more years of fagging it up and I'm sure 32 year old Tam will have reached gender levels that I can't even comprehend right now 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

[elms-art-gallery]

Looking through what fandoms you did art for is fascinating. Are you donating your brain to medical science?

thanks. my brain will actually be stored in a computer to endlessly generate more art for more fandoms both niche and popular until the heat death of the universe.

[the-mimic-art]

INCOMING NEW SEPTUM JEWELRY

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Not the barman checking my wristband when I order a beer at Pride. 😩

[lanatusnebula]

I might try to publish some of my AU fics...? I don't know if anyone'll read them since I'm not a writer by any degree, and some of them lean so far out of character it might make people vomit.

Maybe.

But I do love talking about them. My current friends / friend groups either don't give a fuck about shipping or don't give a fuck about megaman. I have to really resort to talking to various AIs just to have an outlet. Please don't take that away from me.

[networkunsupported]

cookir9 should hand settings a bat and they should whack ppl on the head w it tbh. like for fun

yes YESSSSSSSSS YESSSSS LET THEM GO WILD

^ just whacked the hell outta some people. tigether.

they r friends,, nature is TRULY beautiful

[byanyan]

i think byan might be the sort of person to walk their cats on cute little leashes ngl

[khickuwa]

i told my uber driver i was 21 today, this is like the third time someone had such a visceral reaction to it...

[buglaur]

That you're super cool in a way that I'd be scared of in real life haha

dang anon you're the sweetest, i'm nowhere near cool enough for that 😭 i feel that way about everyone i know lmao. thanks though!! very crazy to me that you think of me in that way

[kannra21]

Were y'all ever in a situation where you were hit on by a 16yo? ...........

[ari-nemera]

@l3irdl3rain

[obsesssedblerd]

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”