#obviously but y'KNOW

[boycurio]

Mariko Mori // Andrew Thomas Huang

[uncanny-tranny]

I love love love when trans women* give advice to trans men* about """manly""" things and when trans men* return that kindness with advice about """womanly""" things. I love the intracommunity commitment to supporting each other <<3

[bougiebutchbinch]

woke up semi-convinced that there was an actual House episode where, as a B-plot, House got a sex toy stuck up his butt and was trying to get it out without anyone noticing

honestly a little disappointed to come back to reality

[feralnumberfive]

Another thing to add to Five's character assassination is during the fight scene with The Cleanse. Diego, rightfully angry and upset, tells Five to stay away from Lila. Instead of trying to apologize or explain himself or voice his anger at Diego, Five just immediately starts fighting him. He doesn't try to help his family or save Ben, he fights his little brother over his own wife (though Diego also didn't stop fighting either). Five even blatantly states that he wants to kill Diego. Lila tells him it's over and he just goes "Damn ✌️😕" and blinks away, again leaving his family to try to save Ben and stop The Cleanse

[knifearo]

aspecs: i've been thinking a lot lately about the "ace people can still have sex in a relationship/aro people can still be in romantic relationships" sentiment and the logistics of being aspec in relationships in general. obviously, the predominant sentiment is that you should be able to have a relationship where the other person will be happy without having sex/being romantic with you. if you feel comfortable sharing in tags/replies/reblogs/asks/whatever, though, i'd really like to hear people's experiences with sex/romance in relationships as an ace/aro person. have you found it generally possible to have a relationship with an allo person when you're ace and don't want to engage in sex? what are people's experiences being aro and being in relationships (labeled romantic or otherwise) with alloros? reblogging for reach is appreciated and any related experiences you feel comfortable sharing are completely welcome <2

[obliviousoracle]

big things are happening in my texts with my best friend

[fastdrawfarmboy]

Headcanoning both sets of Pines twins as trans has so much angst potential because like imagine being Stan Pines, a man who was so close with his twin brother they chose matching names, and almost thirty years after losing your brother and desperately fighting to bring him back you meet your grand niece and nephew, Mabel and Mason Pines, a set of twins who, just like you and your brother chose their own names and who, just like you and your brother, chose matching ones.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[seawitchkaraoke]

I am so obsessed with Erika's and Brennan's willingness to play incredibly emotionally charged fights between characters that love each other in deeply complicated ways, like the amount of trust this shit takes to do in an improv show? Was obsessed with it in burrows end, am obsessed with it now in misfits and magic, will be obsessed with it when they inevitably do it again in the coming Aabria dmed worlds beyond numbers story, these two (and especially Erika for being so so willing to play the heel) kill me everytime, I love them

[brawlmetaknight]

alright it's been 2 years, we need more theories about why morpho's sword turns into galaxia for this move

[batsplat]

[sysig]

my 2nd request !! The skeleton brothers wearing matching pajamas :D

Day 13 - The Friendship Brothers

[avidread3r]

Miguel: *sigh*

...

Miguel:*SIGHHH*

y/n: and why are we sighing?

Miguel: beCAUSE gwen and her little friend group said something about going somewhere and haven't returned.

y/n: maybe that's because they went somewhere and are still there? they're kids, they're just hanging out doing kid stuff.

Miguel: it's been four hours. FOUR HOURS!

y/n: I take just as long when I'm out. why are you so worried? they're fine.

Miguel: how are you not worried?

...

Miguel: you've been stalking them haven't you?

Y/n: it's not stalking! I'm just keeping an eye on them and their location...and what they're doing.

Miguel: that's called stalking.

Y/n: it's called being a concerned parent Miguel!

Meanwhile the kids:

[littlespoonevan]

trying to figure out a way to say this that won't get me cancelled lmao but sometimes i wish the other characters on the show wouldn't take buck and eddie's relationship so seriously??? by that i mean, because all the other characters view their dynamic as Legitimate and Accepted, moments like when maddie makes fun of buck for being obsessed with eddie in 2x04 and 7x04 are few and far between. and like, in general, everyone else valuing their relationship is obviously a good thing but also. quite frankly, the rest of the 118 SHOULD be making fun of them all the time bc they are obsessed with each other to an embarrassing degree. likewise, i would really like to see buck and eddie being Smug about their friendship and how well they know each other and how close they are(tm) while everyone else rolls their eyes. but the fact of the matter is we can't get moments like that bc buck and eddie are so devoted to each other they can't possibly say the quiet part out loud and if anyone else commented on it they would basically be outing them as being in love with each other (whether they know it or not) and tbh it's lowkey a travesty i need the 118's running commentary on how insufferable they are!!!!!!

[pigeonstab]

So, I actually managed 1005 words! which is like 250 more than i had before, yippee!!

I think some CWs are needed for this one, basically this is a bit of insight into Cross's childhood, he's probably around 13 here?

//CW vomiting & child abuse??// (lmk if there are any more needed)

Raindrops hit the car window, blurring the sight of the city lights behind the panes with a soft pattering sound. Cross was cold. The air was humid and he wanted to go home. Wherever that was.

The car ride had been spent in silence, as had all the other ones these past months. Cross kept himself entertained, watching flashes of light pass through the darkness of the car, observing as they shifted and bent with the shape of the seats or as they passed over his legs. He didn’t know if he could do this again, if he’d find the courage to. He wanted to say something though he knew he shouldn’t, protesting never got him anything but remarks and lectures.

He’d never been good at keeping his mouth shut.

“I don’t wanna go.” His throat felt tight and there was a growing pressure behind his eyes. he had to tell someone.

A heavy sigh came from the driver’s seat and Cross winced “And I don’t wanna hear it Cross. This is your third placement in three months. You know how these things go.” her tone stayed stern and cold. He didn’t know why he ever tried. A beat passed “You know if you would just behave–”

“I know” he snapped at her, holding his brow, a low growl building in his throat.

“See? This is exactly what I mean!”

“Oh, fuck off!” He knew he’d made a mistake as soon as the words left him.

The car came to an abrupt stop at the red light and Cross flinched when she twisted around to face him, her face contorted with rage, pointing an accusing finger in his face.

“I’m doing this for you, you know that right?” She started “I’m driving you there but if you wanna be like that, you can get out of the car and walk your stuff to the new house. And then you could do the introductions and explain all that’s wrong with you. Since you like talking so much. Is that what you want? Huh?”

Cross stayed quiet, curling up on himself. He knew this was a shit idea anyway. She never listened. Tears ran down his cheeks as he kept his eyes glued to the floor. “’m sorry..”

She merely scoffed, turning back to the road as the light turned green. “And stop crying.”

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Now, Cross stood quietly, his backpack in hand, and in it all his meager belongings. He cringed as his social worker rung the doorbell of the new house.

The door opened, blinding Cross with the warm light coming from inside. He felt like he could cry again. Wanting nothing more than to go back to the car.

His social worker greeted the man at the door, a smile plastered on her face that she only used when talking to the foster parents. Cross was disgusted at her hypocrisy. This house would be just like the other ones, they’d act nice for a bit while he was quiet and docile and then at the first sign of resistance they’d realize he’s nothing but a wild animal, ‘a problem child’. Once he snaps at them, once he’s not just a way to give them good conscience. He hated them already, he hated this.

He wanted out. He liked it better with Epic. He should’ve stayed with him.

“Cross, are you coming?” He was pulled from of his thoughts as she called him inside. She’d already told his new foster parents about the protocol for his shifts, he knew because the man he’d seen earlier was holding a vial of wolfsbane in his hand. He shuddered, it was rare when foster parents let him spend full moons without sedation. He didn’t like the way they looked at him.

Like they were nice, like they weren’t going to hurt him. Cross hoped they’d let him keep his books. Maybe they wouldn’t be as bad as the last ones.

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Cross knew this placement had been a bad idea. He panted and whined as he struggled against the silver shackles attaching him to the basement radiator, his arms were pulled back uncomfortably and the silver was burning him, he could hear his own flesh start to sizzle.

He’d been annoying, he knew he’d been bad, but he didn’t think they’d even keep him around long enough to deal with a full moon. They’d laced his water with wolfsbane at dinner. Of course that wouldn’t be a problem if only they hadn’t put this much. It wasn’t his usual dose and he could feel his body rejecting it, his stomach clenched and he tried his best to fight it as he gagged, his diaphragm working to expel the poison from his metabolism, his chest heaved and Cross retched, only slightly purple tinted bile left him as he sobbed.

Everything was aching, his limbs weren’t responding and he felt sluggish, his senses held in a panicked torpor. He didn’t know how long he’d been crying, his wrists feel raw and chaffed. He felt his body forcing itself into a different shape as the full moon rose and illuminated the basement through a small window, his mind stuck in an exhausting loop of unfinished thoughts and panic, and he howled in pain as the first cracks rang out and echoed in the basement.

The smell of blood permeated the air. he couldn’t think. The poison left him immobile, save for the slight shivering that wracked his small furry form. Cross wanted out.

Closing his eyes and letting his tired mind drift off, he thought of green grass and cool air, the sound of the leaves rustling with the wind, feeling his paws hit the earth with each bound, wind rushing past him, ruffling his fur, it was enough to satiate the instincts clawing at the back of his head. And in the morning he’d wake up wishing he hadn’t. But for now, hurting and laying on cold damp concrete floor, hidden back into the retreat of his mind, he felt calmer.

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

debate

(topic: how many and what configuration of kids do they give off vibes of having (either at present or in the future)(partner is irrelevant in most cases, some could be single parents for all i care))