#this is my irl baby girl

[crowlixcx]

Her beauty could destroy civilisations

[pinbones]

I've seen a few posts about women and pants now and many of them are very good, and not to nitpick those posts or downplay religious sexism or anything, but I have to emphasise:

Somebody who DOESN'T live in a controlling religious country/cult/family is also affected by sexism. We all know that, right? Secular parts of the first world also have opinions about how women dress, including when it comes to trousers, especially in childhood and in institutions like schools and the workplace

Me and many people my age (20s) remember being forced into skirts, punished and shamed by parents & teachers & peers & possibly then bosses about what we wear not being feminine enough, and it wasn't by deeply religious sects. Many updates to dress codes are very new and sexist views are still in place in many institutions. Normalised societal misogyny wants women (and people they want to treat as women) to dress femininely, down to what KIND of pants they're allowed to wear (compare a pink top and jeggings to mens jeans and tell me these two women are treated the same. Hating women in pantsuits is still a sexist office joke today, and even those outfits are feminine compared to male suits, which raise eyebrows when worn by women). The women I know who wear trousers regularly are literally otherwise feminine, and all wear dresses to events.

I know trousers have become much more normalised over the past few decades in secular society (yay!! the result of many many years of effort and lawbreaking) but let's not be absolute when we talk about the pants concept lol. Especially within a larger conversation about female/transmasc/intersex/transfem masculinity and social perceptions, especially in an age of rising fascism

[moonchild-in-blue]

Like That - Vessel being hot, Espera being hot, iv being VERY HOT 🔥

ivy girlies come get yall's food 🍴

[treasuringizu]

“i love you. i love you. i love you.” izuku whispers.

it’s dark, the only source of light being the television in the background, the movie you were watching muted and long forgotten, and a candle flickering on the table, emitting a sweet grapevine scent that infiltrates the air and your noses.

you’re settled on his lap, legs wrapped around him and your chest right against his, so close that you could feel the beats of his heart like it’s your own. his arms are wrapped around your body, strong, squeezing like he would never let you leave even if you wanted to. adjusted to the darkness, you can see his soft, green eyes looking into yours, and you can feel yourself melt, physically into his arms, body and soul given all to him.

“i love you too, izu.” you smile, and you can feel his cheeks turn even hotter under your palms as you run your thumbs over his skin, poking the indents that form when he matches your smile.

he exhales a breath, “wow.”

“what?”

shaking his head, he removes his face from your hands and burrows into your neck. “i’m so happy.”

“aw, baby.” your hands move to his curls, they’re soft when you run your fingers through them. “why?”

“i’m here. with you. you make me so happy sometimes i just don’t know what to do with myself.” he admits, pressing his lips against your neck in a kiss. “i love you so much.”

he’s too good for you. his words make you swoon, and you can’t help but think how lucky you are to have him like this.

“you’re too sweet, izuku.” you nuzzle his hair. “i love you. more than you know.”

the candle continues to burn, and so does your love for each other.

[sweaterregrets]

march on little sister 🫡

[luna-the-cretar]

Now that I really think about it, I wonder how much of my adoration of the “big scary guy finds and adopts small child” trope is trauma, and how much of it is unga bunga monkey brain going “oh, he treats these children wonderfully. He’d make a wonderful father”

Hm.

[teenagevirginmary]

i got new tights!!!

[allyyyyyyy]

“ he hurt me but it felt like true love… Jim taught me that loving him was never enough “

[rainfrazier]

two-thirds of our weaverdice villain team: the dynamic duo Pitch and Tempo, played by me and @stealthypeacock (powers under the cut!)

Cape name: Pitch

Civilian name: Vanta Black

PRT classification: Breaker/mover

When exposed to shadow, activation of her breaker state melts her body down into a viscous fluid that sinks into the surrounding darkness. She can then reconstitute her body in any patch of shadow in her line of sight, so long as the shadow is of great enough area to cover her human form. Smearing the pitch onto people and objects allows her to teleport them between shadow at will. With repeated use of her breaker state, she becomes increasingly sluggish to reconstitute and is temporarily weakened after transformation.

Cape name: Tempo

Civilian name: Phil D. Gruve

PRT Classification: Thinker

Short term combat precognition tied to ambient music. By taking a moment to find the right song Tempo’s shard will cue him to the actions of friend and foe alike allowing him to capitalize on key moments in the fight.

[apnourry]

rediscovering this gem of a pose

[dantes-number-1-fanboy]

I dont think yall understand how much i love dante. Hes my everything. I would die for that very very very depressed hot as hell dilf.

[jils-things]

HERO STICKER AND PIN AT MY UNI AAHHGHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜

[kakusu-shipping]

Got caught explaining Selfshipping to my brother's normie girlfriend and I'm really unsure if that was a good call or not

[little-bambi4]

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 🎀

[fizzytoo]

morning routine

while rua was holding captain, i got the option to "ask to hold the baby" well...

there's the baby

[cat-soda]

i commissioned @part-time-pixie for this BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ARTWORK AAAAAAA it is of aoi and my oc misa, whom i love dearly, and jana’s dreamy art style was so incredibly perfect for depicting the prince and princess’s fairytale romance 🫶

⬆️ me for the last two months since jana sent me the final version

also i wrote a little drabble about them down below, if you wanna check under the cut!!!

softest touch

With the sound of cicadas and summer’s haze in the distance, Misa opened her eyes slowly to her alarm. The shade of the tree they lay under protected them from the sun’s heat, but the day’s warmth still permeated the air around them — a warm blanket that threatened to pull her back into sleep. Head pillowed in her lap, Aoi hadn’t even stirred at the sound. 

Misa hesitated for just a moment, then grazed her finger across Aoi’s cheek, awakening them. “Aoi,” she said, as they blinked sleepy eyes up at her. “Didn’t you mention that you had dance practice today? You’ll be late.”

“Practice can wait for a little longer.” Aoi smiled as she brushed their hair to the side, catching her hand before she could move away and pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. Finally, they sat up, still holding her hand. Their thumb rested on her quickening pulse. “Thank you,” they said.

“I haven’t done anything.”

“You permitted me the chance to wake up beside you.” They got to their feet, stretching, and gathered up their school bags as Misa watched, feeling overcome with affection and frozen on the grass with the strength of it. 

Then, as she finally stood, came a small whisper: was she really allowed to be this happy?

“Misa?” Aoi held out her bag, tilting their head. 

She shook her head in response and took the bag from them, careful not to touch their hands with hers; surprised, then, when they held out their hand for her to take. 

When she held it, they twined her fingers together with theirs, eyes crinkled at the corners. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Misa smiled back at them, thinking that maybe it was allowed, (and also thinking thank you, Aoi in the same breath).