#that rlly speaks to me

[tinta--branca--art]

Some doodles of @badly-drawn-doflamingo's OC Borne from tonight bc his design lives rent free in my head

[so-very-small]

*in the club*

me: so i think there should be more g/t horror. yeah. like i get it’s an ick for some people, and also hard to do content like that without people jorking off to if, but i feel like avoiding entire genres in tandem with g/t is a lame solution. not everyones gonna like your stuff. someones gonna jork off to anything you make. why disregard the frankly untapped goldmine of giant slashers or psychological horror with a tiny protagonist or even body horror in tandem with size, just because it isn’t others cup of tea? make what you want, really. just tag it appropriately and block any jerks/creeps. i also think that-

the sniper in the rafters: *aligns their scope on me*

The Sanitized G/t Entity, over a walkie talkie: TAKE THE SHOT

[st4rbwrry]

utterly disgusted with this country. the hate for women, the lgbtq+ community, sa/abuse victims. . it blows my mind but i cannot say im surprised when this country was built on racism, sexism, and so on.

[stargirl230]

Bond Forger appreciation post - aka my finished piece for the Starlight Anya Zine (2022)!

The endpage doodles were a collab between me and my little sister :)

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[startagainaprologue]

Can you believe it guys? ISATversary, just a week away. ISATversary is in a week! Woohoo! I am so happy about this information. ISATversary! Just a week away, oh wow. Can you believe it? ISATversary! Just in a week! It got here so fast! ISATversary! Just a week away!

[gettinontopic]

But who is saying this tho? Lol. I haven't seen a post like this in the transandrophobia tag and I catch up on it regularly. Like what wide spread talk is saying that there is anyone who is only transphobic to trans men?

Last I checked most of there are saying "transphobes are transphobic to everyone" which is very different of a sentence and idea.

I think you made this up to be mad tbh. And that's sad. Hope you stop being s lying tar pit who blocks anyone who asks for proof of said talk.

[burning-sol]

chip art??? from me???? no freaking way!!!

[thwackk]

mayb i’ll post my boosters here too

[mjsparkour]

yall…

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

i don’t rlly like how rude they all are to mishima he’s literally their main pr guy who doesn’t even ask for money and does everything because he wants to HELP them like LIGHTEN TF UP omg

[huntingrays]

leo “flight risk with a fear of falling” valdez and jason “careless man’s careful son” grace

[hualian]

tgcf donghua weibo uploading the MOST cryptic post about "new short film officially launched" what do you MEAN what short film launched where when huuuuh 😭😭😭 more info please I'll wait patiently!

[spinostarz]

kind of scared to post these but hi

[sodafrog13]

*announcer voice* IN COMES MYSTERY SKULLS ANIMATED WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!

missed these guys. take some doodles + a silly hlm au that i'm not gonna do anything with <3

[seiwas]

This is a snippet from the complete fic here!

You don’t know how Kirishima does it, being all… him all the time.

A part of you always thinks you don’t deserve it—how he meets you with tender understanding when you can’t even muster a smile.

You should be dealing with this on your own.

By yourself.

Not with him having to stay home a while longer instead of starting his morning in the gym, where he can enjoy the rare time he has to himself.

You feel terrible.

“Sorry, it’s nothing, just—” you sigh, pressing your palms to your eyes. Your hands are still damp from washing the dishes.

Kirishima’s presence has always been hard to miss—big, bright, and entirely all-comforting. He crosses the kitchen island to get to you now, hand reaching for the back of your head as he pushes you gently towards his chest.

It’s that familiar presence that makes you feel like crying right now.

“Hey, hey,” he shushes, his other hand rubbing up and down your lower back, “it’s okay.”

He’d already gotten ready for the gym when he heard the clatter, rushing out to the kitchen with his protein shaker in one hand and gym bag over his shoulder. You’d toppled over the dish soap and groaned out in frustration, watching the liquid ooze down the drain along with every bit of your self-composure.

It was one of those things; one of those days—that feeling you’ve been having lately triggered by the simplest, most unrelated occurrence.

Kirishima doesn’t say anything, just lets his heartbeat do the talking. Steady, grounding, like a weighted blanket wrapped around the whole of you.

He’s not going to be able to squeeze in a gym session before work if he stays with you any longer like this.

“You should go soon,” you mumble, voice muffled against his chest, the dri-fit material of his muscle tank cool against your forehead.

“In a bit,” he whispers, only holding you closer.

[startagainaprologue]

any1 here like mira :]