#the more I like you the more you suffer

[somerandomcockroach]

MY BRAIN IS FREE AND SURVIVED ON ADRENALINE AHHDASHGDAS 1) Rough animation with idw designs is fun. Blurr turned out to be easier than I thought (imagine animating Deadlock *shivers*) 2) Clean up and coloring is NOT.

[thetentaclecommander]

The Buzzing of Flies

The Buzzing of Flies ________________________________________________ Rated M for violence and suggestive situations. Fandom: Resident Evil Main Ship: Brad Vickers/Gwen Parsons (OC) Side Ship: Trent Haddens (OC)/Gwen Parsons (OC) Implied Side Ships: Albert Wesker/Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield/Jill Valentine Chapters: 2/2 CW: past adult/teen (fake ID mention/implied in past snapshots; Brad had to have some colossal dirt on him to abandon his counter terrorist level team like that over a pack of 'rabid dogs' imo so this fic gives him a reason), age gap (21 and 35 at end of fic), Brad being a genuinely conflicted coward who was easily cowed into all his choices, on screen character deaths including one of a child, Nemesis being Nemesis, unplanned pregnancy/secret love child, paranoia as if Brad's life has been under extensive surveillance for years, blackmail, survivor's guilt (full tag list on AO3) Summary: Lots of plot filling in gaps between the AU and RE3 centering around Brad Vickers. ________________________________________________ Excerpt: “I could have made him stop. But, you chose to refuse my deal and so both of their blood is on your hands. Pity.” The voice on the pay phone reverberated with cold finality in his ear. Brad could only sink to his knees, the receiver swaying and echoing the droning dial-tone. XxxxX Thank God. I finally got onto the team. Finally, I have something good to write home about to ya, ma! Guess what? I get to fly like I've always said I would. Yeah, I can see you now, making that face. But I'm not a soldier, I just fly. The sky never hurt anyone. I feel like a free bird when I fly. Like an eagle, any plane glides easily in the sky under my hands. I can conquer anything as long as I can fly. And then I found a bluebird, dancing around in her bright skirts, her cheer as beautiful as her smile. Oh, I forgot to mention her- A hand quickly leans down to erase the last two sentences; before furiously balling up the paper before tossing it into the wastebasket. The new arrival met with a few other discarded letters to the cadence of a pen tapping on a wood surface. XxxxX 35364.vid The flicker of tracking lines almost detracted from the video; a man is seen skittishly looking around the small office. He picked up a framed picture off the desk while combing nervously through his brown hair. Strewn around the office were posters and plaques depicting RPD department insignia as well as one that stuck out brighter than the rest for the separate S.T.A.R.S. department. He had turned the small silver framed photo around in his visibly shaking hands – containing a small family shot with a large bear of a man sticking out prominently - As the man fiddled with the small picture in his hand, a reflection beamed the camera flooding it temporarily with lens flare. For a moment, the man glanced directly into the camera, trying to figure out what he was staring at. As he rose to glare closer, the door opened and the man could only turn towards the new visitor. The clip then began to track thicker lines across the screen, making either person hard to make out. (Continue reading The Buzzing of Flies on A03)

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[whatdoinose]

you don't stop getting percieved as whatever sex they assume you first had when you come out btw.

come out as a trans man to your school? youre a weird girl that is also trans. you are hated. you have 0 of the privelege of being treated as not a woman and all the horribleness of bigotry. you are whatever gender that will harm you most.

.

"oh sorry u cant go on this school trip because yr not a girl and they dont wanna room with you and if you room with any men you are horribly unsafe"

"oh sorry you don't wanna be sexually harassed? well yr a man who cares? this is punching up. be a man why are you upset?"

"mm you have no say here actually cuz youre a GIRL and girls don't have a voice here. ur body my choice tehe"

and many more.

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all of these things can be directed at the same person. you are not more priveleged than other trans people cuz some losers out there have the most basic radfem ass understanding of how oppression works. you culd pass perfectly but the moment they know you are trans you will experience the harmful intersectionality between misogyny and transphobia. to deny that ever happened and that there are complex experiences out there is to deny trans people of their oppression. no matter your intention it is horrible and self harming to the community.

[gascreates]

a new star

[nenayaquisieras]

Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Burning Rotten Bridges

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[teh-inggris]

pvp civ nation...... this aint much but pls take my contribution for this series bc im going insane i love hate this man so much get him out of my head

[mumblesplash]

in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem

[wardingshout]

you know those really big bunnies but also those really tiny bunnies... that's it, thanks for your time

[aesthetic-uni]

Miles “Who’s Morales” vs Gwen “Gwwwwanda” vs Pavtir “You seem like a nice young woman I do not know” FIGHT

[kristoffs-lullaby]

Jealousy, Jealousy

[mohntilyet]

i have to be so real. sometimes you have to outright not give a shit what the author thinks. i’m not saying to disregard how a character is portrayed and give into fanon characterisations but sometimes i will see fans be like “(head writer) omggg do you think this character is a good person?” “how would this character react if xyz happened?” as though that’s not a question you can and have to answer for yourself.! any character can contain multitudes and if you keep limiting your perception of them solely on word of god its not fun for the writer or even yourself anymore. THINK FOR YOURSELF. INVENT NEW WAYS TO FUCK YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS OVER

[obibail]

"Still not helpful."

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Some Bumblebee and mother Ratchet :)

I dont know if that's the artstyle but is Ratchet crying?? That's kinda sweet if he is 😭

Here's some G1 shots where it's just them cause I'm a sucker for these 3