#reblog welcome

[rubinaitoart]

I was going to shade it but then I was like "nah" cause I already spent like two days on what was supposed to be a quick drawing

[astrum99]

I can’t stop thinking about angel anatomy.

How are they made? What are they made of? If we break them down limb by limb, flesh by flesh, molecule by molecule, would we find the same structures that echoes our DNA? The same stable, constraining carbon? The same heavy metals? The same blood that flows with life, with death? Are they made of the same stardust that echoed in me?

Do they have a brain? A large raw organ, fragile and limited, capable of complex imaginary hallucinatory mathematics with scheduled periods of unconsciousness to make up for the capacity? A liver and two kidneys? To distill the holy light from the contaminates of the polluting environments akin to a dialysis machine cycling the liquids within the veins? A spine that holds strong? Riddled with the same 33 bones and ridges and intervertebral disks and fluids and sensitive nerves and has a habit of bending over for tedious work? A stomach that stirs and shifts constantly? To hold food? Souls? Light? To churn and froth at the consumption of concepts? An appendix? This small unless thing that rests and nestles between the layers of warm, worm-like intestines? How many teeth do you have? How many fingers? How many knees? What is the shape of your nails? What is the colour of your esophagus? How deep are the socket of your eyes?

How fast does your heart beat?

Is it faster? Slower? Do you even have a heart?

Do you feel in the same way that I feel? The pressure of processed wood against my feet, the nagging buzzing of LED light above my head, the smell of faint smoke from a cooking disaster weeks ago. The sound of people laughing unruly in the distance, putting on a show in the TV program that no one watches. The dampness of the towel against my face. The pain of a needle sliding into soft flesh that gives way willingly to metal. The bruises blooming slowly, aching like love. The chirping of songbirds, the shape of cumulus clouds, the haziness of a morning fog that really stayed for far too long. The way that my mother worked around the hard peels of an orange with the sharpest knife in the kitchen, just to present the sweetest parts to me. The tenderness of a shoulder touching mine before stealing my blankets (again) with a giggle that indicated no remorse. The sluggish sunlight that sneaks through the shades just to press a kiss on my forearm. The sorrow and passion of the symphony on the last show on the last tour, followed by cheers and drunken (revered) confessions during the post-performance celebration at 3am in a random bar of a random city. The foot print of an animal in the first winter snow of the year, like a human pressing their hand print on to the cave walls, chanting I am here I am here I am here, chanting remember me remember me remember me.

Do you bear the shame of sacred inabilities as we humans do? Unable to see beyond the visible spectrum of light? Unable to distinguish the difference between wet and dry, only to assume based on temperature and texture? Unable to know if someone else was speaking of the truth? Unable to see inside someone’s mind? Unable to thread words in a way that completely gives you away like you intended to? Unable to turn back into a child and speak of love so easily? Unable to run forever and ever? Unable to peak into the veil beyond space and time and death? Unable to tell your pet that you’re sorry for making them take the awful medicine and please don’t hate me please don’t hate me please don’t hate me? Unable to be remembered and recognized, at least not wholly, at least not without mistakes?

Do you ever feel the strangeness of existence? Why you? Why now? Why here? That sometimes it feels like the world is five degrees to the left and you are just out of sync enough to keep going. That sometimes you are so overwhelmed with the the giant coincidence that is the world so you weep uncontrollably at the wonder of it all. That you feel like suffocation as you dig into the earth with your bloody fingers because a bird hit your window and died and you didn’t know and you kneeled by it for an hour before realizing it wasn’t breathing.

It died so long ago. It won’t get up again. The first time you held a bird was its cold hard corpse. So small between your palms, so fragile. It’s feathers iridescent. You have never seen one so up close. It was the prettiest and the deadest thing you’ve ever touched. It feels like the world. It feels like a prayer. Do you understand?

Do you regret like me? Love like me? Despair like me? Do you dream like me? Pray like me? Cry like me?

How close are you?

Let me touch you.

Please, I have to know.

[caz-the-yarncromancer]

Darkmoon Fairegrounds Discord

Hello fellow Warcraft enjoyers!

Are you an artist or writer with a healthy obsession with Warcraft? Or someone who appreciates the arts? I'm looking to build an active community for people like you, where we support each other, cheer one each others' work, give tips, gush about OCs and have fun together! :)

Here's the link, come have a look, bring a friend even! Sharing and reblogging strongly encouraged. Looking forward to meeting you!

We're very queer, know that mental health is a difficult terrain to manage and do not tolerate hate and bigotry.

PS: You do not have to actively play WoW to be welcome. Hell, you will find people happy to discuss WC3!

[alexbutrandomthoughts]

"Can't two guys be just friends?" If they stop looking at each other like that then sure

[butchbait4butch]

hey transfems, i don't know which of you need to hear this but it's okay to never use your penis during sex if you don't want to. it's okay to tell your partner not to touch it, to ignore it even, and hold them to respecting that boundary, no matter how many times you've had sex with them, or even if you've had sex with them with your penis involved.

you're not weird or broken for having needs or having boundaries, and you deserve lovers who respect those needs and boundaries. as someone who knows first hand, it's not worth it not to speak up.

this is a post for bottoms, switches, and tops. for subs or dom/mes. for anyone who feels like their no will go unheard or that the only reason people are sexually interested in you are those who want a woman with a dick. i promise you there are people who are out there who will listen, who will get you, and who will treat you how you deserve.

in fact? that's the absolute base line that anyone deserves during sex, and you deserve that and so much more.

[coolxatu]

she allegoried on my cave til i [JOKE PENDING]

[americiumam]

support ALL fat women, not just the ones with hourglass figures and smooth skin. support fat women with apron bellies, with small boobs, with flat butts, with visible rolls, with arm flaps, with thick necks, with no jawline, with “multiple” chins. support fat women with big shoulders, fat women who’s waists don’t go in, who have stretch marks on their armpits and arms and stomach, not just on their chest and thighs or butts or “attractive” places.

support disabled fat women. support fat women of color. support fat trans women. support fat women when they wear crop tops and low rise jeans and bikinis and support fat women when they wear hijab and abayas. support fat women who are advocates and support fat women who are just trying to live their lives in peace

not just the women you’re attracted to. not just the ones you find “palatable”, not just the ones who are “thick”. all of us.

[cabysoft]

[thedreadblog]

Let’s keep this up!

So, in case you weren’t aware:

Name: Trick Weekes

Pronouns: they/them

Additions:

Jin Maley, voice actor for Taash, is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns. Erika Ishii, one of the four voices for Rook, is genderfluid and uses they/she/he/any pronouns. Gareth David-Lloyd, voice actor for Solas, uses he/him/they/them pronouns. Jessica Clark, voice actor for Neve Gallus, uses she/her/they pronouns. Jeff Berg, one of the four voices for Rook, uses he/him pronouns. Corinne Busche, game director of Dragon Age: The Veilguard uses she/her pronouns.

I've added the ones I could verify on IMDB or their social media profiles. If anything changes I'll do my best to add them!

[kindlyanni]

🌈 Happy Pride Month! 🌈

May I interest you with some light queer reading in the form of a PDF comic zine? It's an autobiographical comic about living by myself, partner-free, with posi vibes! 24 pages!

PDF available in my ITCH.io shop in English and in Finnish!

[olive78111]

🌈🌻Silly🌻🌈

[rubinaitoart]

i'm fine i'm normal i'm fine i'm normal i'm--

[starthecozy]

You know those big "get along" sweaters where two people in an argument wear together? This but Eddie buy a huge well loved sweater on a thrift store so he and Steve can wear it to take a nap together

It's a way to make Steve REST because he insists he's fine but he's actually so tired. But he won't deny Eddie anything so 🫵 mandatory nap time

[saphushia]

Very bizarre to me when furries specifically are like "omg you draw [x]?!? You must be a real life pedophile/rapist/abuser!!!" considering that the general perception of furries has only very recently moved away from assuming that anyone who draws wolf dick is deeply mentally unwell and/or wants to actually in real life fuck their real living dog. Like, being a furry used to be genuinely synonymous with being into real life beastiality to many people outside the furry scene. No clue why I would think that would give people a little bit of clarity on the topic

[milktea-grn]

all grown up🌲🌟