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Sisyphus grins
with every fleck of dust his boulder kicks onto his chest
with every bit of grit 'neath his nails
through no rest
with every stumble
with every near fall
Sisyphus grins and smiles through it all
And when that gavel comes down, when that bill slips past
when it crashes he scrambles in his rush to catch
while it rumbles and falls, and he stumbles and calls
desperate to stop its descent
Sisyphus grins, with the hint of an edge
A flash of trash fires and bricks
cracked windows, black sticks
and pushes the boulder back up again.
#don't mind me#just watching the manosphere and it's terf hand maidens try to drag us all back to the 1830s#I'm fine#how the fuck am I seeing sufferage discourse in 2024???#am I just missing a joke?#is it the tism?#am I on the truman show?#I know twitter is full of bots#but even bots can only pull from what its been asked to do and what people are already saying#I'm going to bed#fuck it#oddwords#egirl philosopher#feminist#feminism#intersectional feminism#the endless struggle#fascisim#poetry#political poetry#political poem#politics#poem#poet#poems and poetry#poems on tumblr#original poem
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jsut say uu want me dead
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I finished it
#arcane#jinx league of legends#jinx arcane#art#fanart#Do I like the wip more??? idk#an endless struggle
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pros of cutting my hair short: stylable. gender. looks good.
cons: the goop
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Advanced technique
#an art#sdr2#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#hajime hinata#peko pekoyama#Im struggling not to commit a crime at work everything is just bothering me SO MUCH#I hate doing other people's work for them i hate the endless cycle of family bs I deal with i hate the constant noise at work#Wish me luck i need to pay a visit to my father today and with the state of my psyche idk how it will go#Anyway. Think of bff to remember why you don't give into the tantalising lure of Murder
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⤷ endless gifs of lena luthor ✰ 84/∞
KATIE McGRATH as LENA LUTHOR in SUPERGIRL ⪼ 6.01 — "REBIRTH"
#struggled soo much with the red lipstick for this set#why does photoshop occasionally delete the color red from the export even when the file is not that big :/#endless lenas#lena luthor#katie mcgrath#supergirl#supergirledit#dcladies#dcedit#dctvedit#tv#tvedit#tvgif#tvgifs#femalecharacters#filmtvtoday#tvarchive#tvfilmsource#dailytvwomen#femalegifsource#tvandfilm#televisiongifs#filmtvdaily#womenedit#womendaily#dailytvfilmgifs#gifsbymisa
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I love how some of you thought it was Abelard and Eloisa reference! It was Paolo and Francesca da Rimini by Rossetti but you can see it any way you like :3
(details and ref under cut)
#fanart#sandman#sandman fanart#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#I have definitely overworked it and don’t really understand if I like the result#The lighting was a big struggle
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One Piece means a lot to me as a disabled person, which I think would be pretty surprising to anyone who only has a surface understanding of it. The supposed central theme of "follow your dreams" would be pretty alienating to someone like me, right? It really, really would be, if that's what it was actually about.
However, that ignores that Luffy's dream is to be the most free person in the world. And to attain that goal, the first thing he does is find friends to live life with. Over and over again, from the very beginning, he takes on their burdens, all in the name of being the most free.
Do you see what that would mean to me, as someone who needs more help to get by than is considered culturally normal, to the point that it puts me in a whole socially manufactured category of "other"? Not to mention, because of the infantilization of me due to that category, because of being forced so squarely into the "cared for" role, taking care of other people is deeply meaningful and empowering for me. However, the myths of independence and universal natural ability often make it emotionally difficult for my loved ones to accept that care.
The fear of asking for help, the guilt of being cared for, the weight of someone you loved who could not be as free as you, the insecurity of not contributing enough, the fear that you were born wrong, the self-hatred that says you are not worth the effort, Nami Sanji Zoro Usopp Robin Chopper Ace they all explore the painful obstacles to free connection. Through deeply impactful stories that weave beautifully into the larger one.
All centered around this one person who views loving them and living with them and carrying them as essential to his freedom. Who cannot, for countless reasons, live a normalized life of Structured Relations. Who views exploring and bickering and suffering and laughing with them as the ideal way to live. Who repeatedly puts his life and limbs on the line to do so.
To me, it is an ultimate privilege and freedom to carry other people's burdens. To care for them and live with them. This is central to my whole perspective, and is completely informed by my life experience as a disabled person. I rarely see it reflected back to me. Let alone as powerfully and beautifully as Luffy does.
Nor the other half of it, of wanting to create this life with people in ways that aren't socially normal or approved. Of creating many varied lifelong intimate relations among equals, rather than conforming to the expectation of choosing One Person to live life with and then Creating More.
The utter lack of roles and norms is just as integral and powerful to the exploration of freedom and connection! It is meaningful to me as a queer person, yes, but even this is deeply influenced by my disability. I could never be that One Person, despite everything I have to offer, there is logistically far too much that I cannot do to be someone's equal partner in this society that demands so much from all of us. However, even if I could, I wouldn't want to! It doesn't make any sense to me to only have two people navigate life together on such intimate terms. Can't the demands of society be more comfortably met in a group? Isn't life more fun that way?
We are taught that we can and must do everything ourselves, I just happen to be one of the people that never had a chance to buy into that lie. To learn very early not just the necessity of interdependence, but the joy in it. To learn that it is most comfortably lived with more people involved. To me, close relationships are, love is, a natural extension of that understanding. One Piece celebrates interdependence constantly from the start, while never pretending that it is always easy.
The obstacles to free connection that I mentioned before, they are interspersed throughout the story, and they are always met with "I do the things you can't do, and you do the things I can't do." With, "Of course I can't use swords you dumbass! And I can't cook either! I don't know a damn thing about navigation! And I can't lie!"
These are intentionally impactful moments, and they define the series. I found it very fitting that the Fan Letter focused on a character who was empowered by Nami to feel free and live adventurously despite not being the most physically capable. The character is able by our definition, but the story is very affirming in a disability way, and it was extremely One Piece. I loved how it acknowledged this deep connection between One Piece and the lived reality of disability and celebrated it as integral as it is.
I also believe that absolutely none of this is intentional. It is simply an earnest exploration of human relationships, emotions, and behavior, and it naturally arrives at a radical and disability-affirming viewpoint. Because we are the monkey wrench in the deeply unhealthy (lol) and dominant line of thinking that independence is all. So naturally anything that also disputes that thinking has a disabled-perspective feel to it. The best part is how much it doesn't give a fuck! One Piece is aggressively against conformity in human relationships, in a way that is hard to find in our new world of self-conscious authors.
It's also, you know, the worst part, in terms of all the outrageous bigotry and offensive character design, but god damn it if it doesn't elevate the good parts to unbearable heights. Even the bad character designs can sometimes be more impactful for their intentional "ugliness", when those characters are inevitably taken seriously despite their appearance and the stereotypes they play on, it hits hard every time. I do have a simple hatred for many choices, there is no pay-off for much of the awful problems in numerous character designs and dialogue. But no matter how upset I can be by those things, in the end they can't succeed in pulling me away from One Piece. It's just so crazy and unique and great and terrible and beautiful and I LOVE IT.
#WOOF. FINALLY FINISHED THIS POST.#I am basically always trying to articulate this. I've written so many long posts.#but fan letter got me to give it my best effort once more. ITS SO GOOD!!! YES THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!!!!#i love especially the meaning of it being USOPP who finds mimi (my headcanon name for nami's fangirl) and gives her directions.#he who most recently and directly struggled with his lack of ability. she doesn't even know about that.... ough....#YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE THE MOST CAPABLE TO GO ON ADVENTURES!!!!!!!!!!! GO MIMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#my posts#one piece#op fan letter#opfl#one piece meta#op meta#one piece analysis#op analysis#i guess lol i hope this reaches some people despite you know. being. how i am.#(intense and clearly having gotten very deep into my particular perspective after endless verbalizing)
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Chat what do you do when your emperor shows up to a meeting with a 7 year old who no ones ever seen before?
#I need more content about hunter growing up in the castle#how do you hide a whole child#the shenanigans are endless#toh#philip wittebane#emperor belos#hunter wittebane#toh art#toh belos#my art#Ive been struggling to draw philip for days what is happening
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pumpkin brooze brian huh
#gme#good mythical evening#rhett and link#gme spoilers#gmm#gme 4#link's endless struggle with pronounciation
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Happy Father's Day!
To all the space daddies of the galaxy 🩵💫
Seriously, Star Wars can't keep getting away with this trope.
#they make me so weak#i can't#shout out to my favorite gender: star wars dads#ugghhh#do I want to BE them??#do I want to be WITH them??#or do I want them to ADOPT me???#an endless struggle#happy father's day#father's day#feel free to add on!#because i couldn't lmao#tbb#sw rebels#the mandalorian#tcw#star wars#the acolyte#hunter bad batch#kanan jarrus#din djarin#plo koon#obi wan kenobi#master sol#bail organa#galen erso#jango fett#cut lawquane
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JUST CAME BY TO ANNOUNCE THAT DESPITE ALL THE ODDS AND HARDSHIP DURING THE WORST YEARS OF MY LIFE THIS TWINK IS ACTUALLY GRADUATING IN MAY
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
#THE WAAAAAR IS OOOOOVEEEEEERRRRRR#THIS FEELS TOO SURREAL#DESPITE ALL THE HARDSHIP AND ENDLESS STRUGGLE AND HEALTH PROBLEMS I MADE IT WORK#I FINALLY GOT THE OFFICIAL GREEN LIGHT FROM MY SCHOOL#IM AN ACTUAL AND OFFICIAL PROFESSIONAL GRAPHIC DESIGNER AND MEDIA PRODUCER IN FOUR MONTHS#MUM LOOK!!!! I MADE IT!!!!!#AND ON TIME ON TOP OF EVERYTHING#IM GOING INSANE FROM HAPPINESS#FOUR MONTHS LEFT OF THIS CHAPTER OF MY LIFE#THEN ITS OVER FOR GOOD#AND I GET TO MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE#IM JUST CRYING AND SHAKING HERE#THIS MEANS THE WORLD TO ME#vee talks#VEE GRADUATES MORE LIKE#!!!!!!!
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imagine Izzy coming back into his little room after a long day, only to discover someones been in there. his first instinct is that it was mean-spirited— someone stealing something of his, or hiding it, or ransacking the place for the sake of destroying his safe space— but then he actually opens the door the whole way and sees his room. the beds been turned over and washed, freshly made and has at least one new soft blanket. his clothes have been hung and his shelves straightened, the rooms been dusted and swept, all the empty bottles and such gone, and in the centre of his desk sits a note:
"for all you do for us, let us help you too"
#anyway the crew cleaning izzys depression room because they know its something hes struggling to do#its hard to prioritise; and when he does find the time to do a bit; the thought of starting overwhelms him until he gives up#goes and does something else or just stares at the mess for hours#its bothering him but he just cant /do it/#and the crew notice. and they help#nyxtalks#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#israel hands#sometimes grand gestures are great. they help you to live#sometimes what matters is someone holding your hand through the endless mundane tasks that continue forever and ever#helping you get back to a place where you can manage. and picking up the weight when you cant#i like to think about people doing that for izzy
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need more chaggie wing fics where charlie is just absolutely obsessed w vaggie's wings like look at her face
she's obsessed and with good reason too
#chaggie#hazbin hotel#vaggie#charlie morningstar#do i need to cook my own food#please im just a struggling uni student#feed me before im forced to feed myself#okay but imagine charlie just absolutely mooning over vaggie's wings and vaggie is just embarrassed as hell#like charlie i appreciate this attention and i love you but what are you doing they're just wings#omg and the angst potential of vaggie just hiding her wings 24/7 bc they remind her of her dark exterminator past#but then she gets wing pains and cramps#and charlie finds out and then helps her preen but her heart is absolutely breaking for vaggie bc vaggie shouldn't need to hide this#ugh the endless potential for angst and hurt comfort#this is a need not a want#hazbin vaggie#hazbin charlie
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If you'd still like Dreamling kiss prompts, how about 7 or 17?
@martybaker asked : Hello, your fics are so lovely! May I humbly request ‘A kiss to shut them up’ if you’re still taking prompts? 👉👈 @anonymous asked : Thoughts on dreamling 7 or 17 (to shut them up or to distract - maybe even both at once?) for the kiss prompts?
We're shutting him up, yall! This is a Retired!Dream one, in which Dream struggles with the human body and human condition, and can't see how he can measure up to his old self in Hob's eyes. Angsty you say? Deceivingly horny I raise you! I kept this sorta M rated but... hey if there's more to come *winkwink* who knows?
The human body was a curious thing. It required constant attention, fluids, fuel, maintenance, care. And yet it was so... limiting. Morpheus could still remember how it felt, to think of a place and feel the ground shift under his feet without ever having to move. There had been no hunger then. No thirst. No itching, for his skin had never had the notion that it could be too dry.
If he had ever felt those things, it had been because he had chosen to.
Now the world imposed itself to him, there wasn't much of a choice.
Urges baffled him the most. The dryness coating his mouth on a particularly hot day, his mind conjuring up images of cold, condensation-weeping bottles. The drowsiness taking hold of him after dinner, weighing on his eyelids. The burning, devouring heat flaring in his abdomen as Hob would step out of the shower, a towel lazily tied around his hips, the line of hair trailing down his navel guiding Morpheus' gaze downwards.
It was a strange thing, to be overcome by such sensations. An infuriating thing, really. He ought to be able to resist them. He had been able to resist them, once, to ignore them, dismiss them into nothing if he so chose. How vexing it was, to be a creature of wants and needs, when your existence had been nothing but careful control.
He would not tell Hob, but he could not help but feel... lesser. How clever could his mind be, now that he only had access to his own? How good could his hands be, he who had been able to breathe life into dream clay, fashion lands and castles with a single thought? How pleasing could his touch be, now that he was barred from his lover's unconscious? How could he compare to who and what he had been, once?
They had not made love ever since his encounter with the Kindly Ones. Hob had never pushed, reading Morpheus far better than Morpheus ever could, now. There had been times, here and there, when Morpheus had thought they would, with lingering kisses growing deeper, embraces in bed tighter, but something had held him back. Some bitter gnawing feeling at the pit of his stomach. Yet another thing he could not seem to control.
Yet he wanted. Desperately, frustratingly so. The most mundane things would strike him as the most erotic sights he could fathom. Hob drinking his coffee in the morning, his Adam's apple bobbing as he'd swallow. Hob reading the day's papers, his gaze intent, focused. Hob reaching up to grab this or that from a cupboard, his shirt riding up and showing his navel, while his tired pajama bottoms hung from his hips, revealing the slight dips there, a hint of hair...
Morpheus' body would betray him often, subjecting him to fantasies and erections that, much like the rest, he held little control over. Unlike food, lust was a hunger he never seemed to satisfy. It only grew.
If Hob had ever caught him staring, he never said anything. Instead, he was highly skilled at noticing when Morpheus' mind would start spinning on itself, feeding the loop of existential dread looming over him. He had taken to giving Morpheus tasks, then, something to focus on. Although it would not quite clear the storm, it muffled it somewhat.
Perhaps he'd sensed another one of Morpheus' spirals that night, when his voice rose from the bedroom.
"Oh, bollocks! Love? Might need a hand here."
As he stepped inside the bedroom, Morpheus found Hob standing by the mirror, struggling with his button-up. He flashed a quick contrite smile at him, emphatically tugging at the fabric.
"Can't manage to button those buggers off," he explained.
"Allow me."
The human condition was one thing, but buttons he could handle. Morpheus' touch was methodical, surgical almost, as he focused on the task at hand, yet three buttons later, he could not help but feel his focus slip. He could feel Hob's warmth under his fingertips. His heartbeat. As he breathed in, Hob's scent filled his lungs, distracting him further. By the time he was done with the shirt, his mind had gone elsewhere.
Hob wore an undershirt, a thin, almost see-through thing. It required barely any effort to see his chest in spite of the fabric. Morpheus' eyes trailed down, heat flushing his cheeks. Mindlessly, his thumb traced the line of hair down Hob's abdomen, his mouth filled with want. He could feel hot breath against his lips. Humans were not meant to withstand such hunger.
They were kissing before Morpheus could articulate another thought, Hob's mouth warm and soft against his, the coarse brush of his stubble adding fuel to the fire overtaking him. No doubt Hob had meant for this to be tender, but Morpheus was famished, taking, and taking, and taking all that was offered until his lungs might explode. He found himself gasping against Hob, nose to nose, forehead to forehead.
"Hey," Hob whispered, gentle to a fault. "It's okay. There's no rush."
Morpheus swallowed hard, feverishly catching his breath. Hob's palm was invitingly cool against his cheek.
"I will keep," he continued. "We don't have to―"
"I want to," Morpheus rasped, weeks of frustration pushing the words out of him. "I want you. I just―"
"Just what?"
The patience in his voice was the lifeline Morpheus held onto as he sighed, embarrassment flooding through him.
"This form, it feels... finite. Flawed. Lacking."
Fallible, he did not say. He watched as Hob's eyes grew round, ridicule joining embarrassment.
"Duck―"
"I am not as I once was," he continued, overcome with the need to justify himself. "I am no longer suited to anticipate your every want. I can not satisfy you to the degree I once could. Everything I have to offer is bound to disappoint in comparison."
Hob's stare felt heavy, too heavy for Morpheus to hold, but as he looked away, Hob took his chin between his fingers, directing his gaze back to him.
"Love, I―. Sex is not about making some kind of... of ranking."
"Your unconscious would rank it, regardless."
"Fuck my unconscious. It's my conscious self who wants you, magic dick or not."
The corners of Hob's mouth twitched at his own joke, but seriousness soon took over.
"I love you," he said, prompting Morpheus to look away again. "I love you. I would love you Endless, I would love you human, I would love you if you were a tentacled monster and hell, you've been that before if you'd recall!"
Morpheus fought back the smile creeping up on his lips.
"I never cared how we'd fuck. Well, I did, but― I did because it was you. I wanted to be with you. I still do."
Hob sighed, and they stood in silence for a moment, looking at each other.
"At least now we know that mind of yours is well and truly yours and not a Dream of the Endless exclusive."
"An unfortunate discovery."
Hob's hand settled on Morpheus' waist, his thumb brushing the fabric of his shirt.
"I do want you," he said. "Whenever you're ready. If ever. But I don't want you holding back because you've convinced yourself I may not enjoy it well enough, according to some cosmic standard you've set for yourself."
Morpheus nodded slowly, his own thumb back to tracing the happy trail on Hob's stomach.
"I have always found you pleasing enough, after all," he dared, shooting a tentative look at Hob. "As human as you are."
Hob made a face, pulling him closer by the waist.
"Your compliments need work, duck. But I do think there's a silver lining to this whole human condition you are overlooking."
"Is that so?"
Hob smirked at him, fully conscious of how devilishly handsome that made him. He had had, after all, centuries to hone those skills. How long would it take him?
"You no longer have access to my unconscious, right?"
"I do not."
"Which means you can no longer anticipate my every want, as you said."
Now that was rubbing salt into the wound.
"Yes," he conceded with a frown.
"Well imagine how arousing it is, my love," Hob said, his eyes darker by the second, "to be able to surprise you."
A warm shiver went down Morpheus' spine, sending his pulse into a frantic race. He swallowed thickly, holding Hob's gaze.
"How arousing?"
"Very. Cock-achingly, one might say."
Morpheus glanced down, finding Hob's trousers tight, his hard cock pressing against the fabric, making his knees weak. The human body truly was weak in the most delicious way.
"I could dare you to surprise me," he teased back, his breathing loud in his ears.
"You could."
Gods, that mouth of his, Morpheus was quite certain he could be undone from that tone alone. But still.
"But should you find me displeasing, you ought to―"
The rest of his words were swallowed into a kiss, unheard and discarded, replaced by tender sighs and wanting hands, and after a while, Morpheus found he'd forgotten what they even were, his mind blissfully blank save for pleasure.
The human body was a curious thing. A highly pleasing thing, at times.
Send me a kissing prompt?
#the sandman#sandman#sandman fics#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#my writing#dream x hob#dream/hob#nsft#SORTA#listen Dream calls it love making sue me#also i have a pretty detailed idea of how that smut would go soooooo#may upload a full version on AO3 sometime soon#with Hob and his damn mouthy mouth of his#and morpheus struggling to handle all of that in the best way#also yes I know i always seem to cut those prompts when the smut part is around the corner#and you'd be right#but it's because i want to keep these under a day of writing#ALSO thank you so so so much for your kind words and kind asks ♥
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from now on we're not alone
#shin kamen rider#ichimonji hayato#hongo takeshi#kinda. Hes There#kamen rider#watched the movie a few days ago. is it good? Debatable. did it rearrange my brain cells? Yes#loneliness...... hope....... Love....... the endless struggle wont be so bad with someone at your side......... snif#art#draws
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