#not very legible but still

[myrfing]

you guys can have zen0s' decapitated head I guess

[umblrspectrum]

i love getting hyperfixating on things i'm literally not allowed to show people because i KNOW there are sekaiju fans here and i can't risk showing them

[summerroseart]

More Final Space AU!!

A few character dynamics/roles, and ...less angsty than the last one :')

Can you tell I rewatched a few episodes

[wewerebornsextuplets]

@girlymatsu ive been unable to stop thinking about these three being friends since you mentioned it, so i hope you dont mind that i drew out a few ideas ^^;!!

[skrunksthatwunk]

nishiki takes kiryu to the disco to pick up Hot Singles In Their Area and kiryu FINALLY takes an interest in someone. guess who it is lol

(click for better quality bc DAMN they got crunched)

pt 2

[simply-sithel]

white winged dove / shadow of a dragon by chrysaliseater [link]

Bound for the @renegadepublishing Tiny Book Bang. Typeset by @admiraltypress. I brought this typeset as uncut sheets with me to @fantailpress's for a @renegadepublishing meetup where we practiced suminagashi in Rhi's yard. In the sweltering heat, if I remember correctly. I don't think I even marbled this... I remember @marvinhere was in town, I think she marbled the text for me.

[sergle]

read the new faq questions about boobs and sorry but posting a 100x blurred nude until it is indistinguishable is so so funny pls

I will NEVER turn down a comment about me being funny, but, what's funnier is that it turns out it REALLY doesn't matter how many times I blur a photo, you can very much see what's happening

[bmpmp3]

dysgraphic artiƨts risɘ UP!!!!!

[lwcina]

the fact that the us government can continue funding and arming a genocide despite massive public opposition really highlights how inherently non-democratic the united states is

[egipci]

Dream State

Your son is standing at the foot of the bed again. He is three years old and the room is dark but for the blue light coming through the window and the glow of the night light you leave plugged-in in the hallway for him. Earlier, your husband put him down and you stood and watched from the doorway as he tucked the Spider-man blanket around his little body and kissed his forehead and they said their goodnights and I-love-you’s. This is the second night your husband has been back after three days and four nights away, spent at the garage. During your separation, which is not your first, your boy asked over and over about his father and begged to speak to him so you lifted him to sit on the kitchen counter and you dialed the garage number and handed him the receiver when your husband picked up on the other end and you watched as he made your boy smile and weep and then laugh, long minutes of him stretching out the coil of the phone cord and twisting it around his little fingers, asking questions about when are you coming back? And how much do you love me? After they had finished their call your son looked at you and said with confidence, Dad loves you, Mom, smiling, and he patted your head with his little hand like he pats dogs at the park.

When your husband finally came home, which he did without your asking, your boy leaped into his arms and held onto his neck and your husband balanced him easily on one arm and said to him, I’m not going anywhere without you again. Even though you can no longer hold your son with one arm for long and this has caused you some emotional pain, you understood from the look in your husband’s eyes that if you ever separated seriously or permanently, he might do something crazy or act out in dangerous ways, and you let him in. Even worse, you understood that his absence would hurt your boy irreparably, and that, if given the choice, he would always choose his father over you and then you won’t be able to protect him. Besides, you too love your husband; you have made great sacrifices for him and he is a good man, the only family you have left.

Now he is sleeping turned away from you so when your boy moves on his tip-toes to his side of the bed you can only barely see the top of his head and his hand on your husband’s sleeve. You hear him say, Dad. Daddy, and then you hear your husband gasp and say, Hey, sleep-slurred. What’re you doing here, buddy?

Daddy, your boy says again and his voice twists into a sob at the end of it so that your husband sits up and now you can’t see your boy at all, only hear his hiccuping and your husband shushing him. He leans down and your son wraps his arms around his neck again and you can’t hear the secret conversation between them, though by the way your husband pushes back the blanket and puts him down between you you guess it has to do with monsters again. Your boy sleeps tucked into your husband’s chest, with your husband’s hand splayed open on his back, halfway up his pajama top. You stay very still and watch them sleep, your eyes slitted open and hidden behind your bangs.

One time when you came back from Hy-Vee the house was so quiet it made your blood cold and when you went upstairs to your room you found your husband and your son beside him, lying down on your side of the bed, his little head on your husband’s chest, the two of them bare-chested in the afternoon sun. You heart rattled in your throat and you asked for help with the groceries. As you and your husband stood in the kitchen, he told you what your boy had said about seeing things in the dark, about being so afraid of being alone. Monsters, he said.

In the morning, you will tell him that your boy can’t sleep between you anymore, no matter what he says. You will explain that kids sometimes lie to get what they want. Your husband is a good man and he didn’t have a father so there are certain things he doesn’t understand, like how much you could love your father or the great seductive power children possess. You’ll explain that when it’s just you and him your boy never mentions seeing anything in the dark and he never wants to sleep next to you in the same bed. Besides — and this you can’t explain — there is nothing in his room because you have taken special care to ward every door and window, the air vents, the drain in the bathtub and the sinks.

Until then, you will remind yourself that your husband is a good man as you drift in and out of sleep. In your dream state you see your husband and your boy at various ages. In these dreams they are so in love, in the way only fathers and their children can be, that your husband tries to eat your son whole. When he fails, he cuts him up and eats him limb by limb. His toes and his heart. Even his little penis, which you have watched your husband wash with care. In your dreams you watch them from above, your boy’s blood soaking the sheets, the two of them so in love and you in love with them and unable to scream or move to stop them.

In the morning, before you get the chance to explain anything, your husband says, I want to build Dean a tree-house. It’ll be fun.

A tree-house is another place they can be without you. Still, you smile and you say, Okay. Sure. I think that’s a good idea.

[moe-broey]

Jacket!!!! Ye olde varsity I got at the very beginning of my transition thinking "Oh fuck yes I am going to pass so hard in this" and. Well. It never worked I just have never passed a day in my life I don't think 😔 Eventually it just became a beloved test subject and has since gone through a bit of a transition itself LMFAOO

Some Notes:

> A lot of the decorations are taken from old backpacks I loved dearly that got absolutely fucking destroyed by the weight of all the shit I'd lug around in highschool LMFAO (sketchbook, diary, all kinds of notebooks...). Never had the heart to get rid of them. Specifically: The pink zippers, the holographic pockets, the glow in the dark stars, and the holo angel wings!

> The pink/blue checkers are from a small decorative quilt I thrifted years ago, I wouldn't be surprised if it was handmade (it's super soft material, btw! Important LMAO). I only took out one line of squares, I plan on stitching the rest of it back together (haven't done it yet though LMFAO). The reason for this was to upsize the jacket, so I can button it without it clinging. The pockets were added for funsies ESP cause it lined up very well and aren't really practical LMFAO (BUT YOU CAN PUT THINGS IN THEM! If you want!! 🎉🎉🎉)

> The patches (esp the name/pronouns one) were the first additions actually. Eventually more and more things were added, but I will say all the pins on the opposite side of the patches were haphazardly placed for a concert I VERY BADLY wanted to look good for LMFAOO (that's when the stars were added too! Fighting for my life on the car ride over speedrunning sewing and trying not to throw up about it AHAKHSKSHDK)

> Spike placement may be odd and I'd like to add more, but also I do frequently still carry around big heavy backpacks so I have to take that into consideration. Which is also why the wings have been bolted on. Those motherfuckers are NOT going anywhere LMFAO (has a really cool visual effect too!!)

> The material of the jacket itself (sort of a swishy windbreaker fabric) IS ABSOLUTE ASS TO WORK WITH. BY THE FUCKING WAY. IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING. I would NOT recommend it to anybody ESPECIALLY someone who is just starting to fuck around and find out. I literally am just sticking it out bc of the sentimental value this fucker has to me 😭😭😭

This jacket was my first plunge into customization and punk fashion, I didn't have a plan and still don't have one (and I think it kind of shows lmfao). I do worry that it's too soft and cutesy. Kind of the whole point for me, when it came to leaning heavy into punk, was to feel sharper, like I had some bite to me. I might be getting closer, but I think I'm still just kind of a silly guy LMAO. But, I do think in a way, esp as my first project, it represents me well -- where I started, what I loved before the beginning, what I tried desperately to be, what I still wish for, reuniting with the things I loved and embracing them in a brand new context. It's still an ongoing project too! So maybe as I keep growing, it'll grow alongside me, maybe finding that grit I've been striving for along the way.

[cjgladback]

For the first time in a long while, I got to go to a white elephant gift exchange this December! We had a low price ceiling and my practically wins out over any practical joke sensibilities every time, so on the designated shopping day I left my local overstock store with a nice chopstick set, some fancy (not at all mess-free) popcorn, and a dream.

When I was growing up, my mom was an intrepid homeschooling parent who loved event planning, valued cultural exploration, and had married into a Japanese family. Multiple times - sometimes in the setting of a multicultural fair, at least once as a kind of class party (with celebratory takeout at the end) - she faced teaching large groups of children how to use chopsticks quickly and with as little cost and cleanup as possible.

Her answer was popcorn! It's edible, so you get the full motion down, and lightweight but large enough for less coordinated sticks to pinch. It has tons of nubbins to grab and widely varied shapes to experiment with. Specifically, we used air-popped kernels, without oil or toppings, so when it gets overzealously crushed or bounces away and gets missed by a broom, it's basically biodegradable styrofoam.

What I'm saying is, this is my mom's fault. Other than the choice to draw so many hands in one afternoon on the same day as the party, while also baking a snack. That's all me. This primer was delivered in the format of a tiny booklet (if you look up an "eight page zine" that's also a method I learned from my mom, to turn single-sided misprints into notepads), with fewer jokes and tips than I'd have liked because I simply did not have time to transcribe a hashi rest fold or hairstyle. But reformatted (for Mastodon) it looks fairly respectable.

Lengthy image descriptions and full poster format under the cut.

[ID: A title page reads "How to Use Chopsticks" in all caps. The words "without too much mess" are between two straight, orange lines, which start with round points at the left, evoking chopsticks, and end in flared shapes of a silhouetted splash on the right. Below the lower line are the words "by CJ Gladback." All the text is in black, the background is white but appears light orange due to a repeating geometric watermark pattern of CJ's logo in orange overlaid on the whole image; her handle on most sites is included once on each of the following spreads: @cjgladback​

Next is the first spread of four illustrations with their instructions. On the left half of page are two line drawings of a right hand holding one and then two chopsticks, with the text, "The first stick rests on the side of your ring finger's nail and the flesh between your thumb and index finger. Your middle finger's pad holds it securely while it can slide against your thumb as your hand changes posture in use. The second stick is held between the knuckle of your thumb and the middle section of your index finger. This is the one you move to change angles; it may touch but doesn't really rest on the middle finger's tip." In orange, two arrows indicate the rest points for the first stick while small hashes emanate from the points pressed on the middle and ring fingertips and under the thumb's joint holding the top stick. On the right upper quadrant of the page is the text "Hold them close to parallel to scoop." A hand holds two sticks poked into a bowl of rice between the viewer and the palm; a series of parallel orange lines emphasize the space between the sticks. The remaining quadrant's text reads, "Press with your index finger to pinch firmly." This hand is holding an indistinct rounded shape in its chopsticks, with an orange arrow indicating the rotation of the index finger's tip to press the top stick's point toward the bottom's.

Next is the final spread of the pamphlet. The upper right text reads, "Practice with something medium sized and low mess like (air-popped) popcorn." A single piece of popcorn is held in disembodied chopsticks above a full popcorn bowl, with several kernels fallen to the surface below it. Text below reads, "Pick up your dishes to bring close to your mouth to scoop the harder to grab foods." An implied tilted bowl of food (fried rice or porridge with diced pieces) protrudes off the page, covering only the lower left corner. Close-up chopsticks have their points buried in the food and their lines fade out toward the right. The final black text, underlined by two orange chopstick shapes, reads, "but most of all, do what feels comfortable and eat well!" In orange in the lower right corner, the parenthetical "(and maybe knit a scarf)" is followed by a small orange drawing of a steaming bowl of noodles and sliced egg with a noodle line trailing toward two upward angled sticks with loopy hashes indicating knit fabric hanging from them.

The final image is the full booklet in its web format, with the three previous images from this post stacked vertically. Some orange lines have been added between what were pages in the print booklet, to aid reading flow. /end ID]

[karinyosa]

the main thing that writing and performing poetry can do for you is to encourage you to speak weird in your day to day life

[godfleshcomic]

I’m currently going through page by page and changing the font for Godflesh! Starting with Webtoon since that’s where most of the viewership is now, but the prologue & the most recent pages are updated! Let me know if it’s more readable? I hope so! :)

[nomaishuttle]

just did a spirally alphabet This ones for 1st grade me

[spydcddya]

oh my god, twilight being so into shakespearean plays/dramas & classical language that it resonates in his writing and sounds rather poetic.