#thrid waves

[weatherwaxironboots]

My love is a happening

When I worked in the ICU during the third wave of covid I learned a lot.

One of the things I learned about most was how love works.

When I am surrounded by suffering, beeping machines and occasionally actual screams of pain, I found that I am filled with love for those around me.

The people I will never see again that laid in those hospital beds I loved them.

I loved them so much. I've never had love come on so easy or so strong but in the face death my heart fills and overflows.

Love is something that happens to me over and over.

Love is when I applied for all the graveyard shifts so I could make sure all the patient phones got charged at night.

Love is when I asked the patients after morning xrays if they wanted to see the sunrise.

Love is when a grown man who's watched his mother die in front of him, he apologizes to me for sounding angry and I tell he is supposed to be angry, that this is grief, that he can be angry at me if he needs to.

Love is making sure the patient knows what the score of the baseball game the night before.

Love has me sobbing when a patient brought farm fresh eggs to thank the ICU staff and I had to throw them out because of covid rules. I have never cried so hard over eggs.

Love is something I become.

I am happening and so is Love.

[rainybyday]

My second (thrid?, nah second) time travel au

Team Minato Era

If we get a Minato Era man, Let. Me. Tell. You!

No Obito, Sai or Tenzo for this one

Pure og Team Kakashi for this one

Time period

I would say when Team Kakashi is after Wave arc but before the exams

So only Kakashi, Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto

With Team Minato having at least a few years (maybe 1 actually) before shit starts for them

Minato, Kakashi (mini), Obito, and Rin

So Team Kakashi has seen death and all but not war

With Team Minato still in their “needs Minato to mediate” stage

Or….

You know what

Have you guys read those Team Kakashi stories where Kakashi does step up to be a more attentive sensei and Team Seven is more prepared and badass but still acts like little kids?

I will link some stories that are like this, you will see what I mean

Theres the series How to Make a Team by Pleasedial123

Of Harrowed Hearts by Sable_Scribe

Parallel by Sora2131 and stacyb

Maybe a more tight knitted Team Kakashi meets a Team Minato

That

That would be pretty funny and sad ngl

Ok redo the timeline once again

Intro Take 2 - ACTION!

Team Kakashi has a sealing incident in their training grounds made by both Naruto (intentionally) and Sasuke’s Sharigen (unintentionally) 

This ends with them being transported back in time, still in the same place, but ending up in the middle of Team Minto’s own training. 

It… well it doesn’t go well with anyone

First off this is during a war so the first thing that is going to happen is Team Minato attacking Team Kakashi, no questions asked

Team Kakashi has to go into defense mode because they are getting attacked thank you

Commotion is made, anbu will arrive (add root here too) and push comes to shove a lot of people will get hurt

Off to a great start everyone, -100/10, will not recommend

So Team Kakashi will definitely be shipped off to the I&T

For one, you have a shinobi who looks like one of their own and Sakumo who fucked die, but also is an unknown 

You have an Uchiha so of course you would think he was taken and will be the Uchiha’s problem until you realise that no such Uchiha like him exists in the first place

Then you have Naruto who looks like a certain someone (but also to those who know so enough, that he has THE seal), Naruto is a whole different problem

The only one that seems clean in Sakura, but let me highlight, SEEMS. This girl is trained by Hatake Kakashi, The Hatake Kakashi. While the Minato timeline sees Kakashi as a genius son of the failure Sakumo everyone in Team Kakashi’s timeline seen his transformation of not only on himself but on his team. His name means something. Plus she also spars with an Uchiha mainline and a jinchuriki uzumaki and can win. Say no more. 

So yeah, I&T

Will they use a yamanaka? Probably, the thing is that they are from the future, maybe a future, but a future nevertheless. So, thats a big no no. 

I think they would do it on Sakura for both logic and plot reason

The plot reason is so that they don’t find out more about Kakashi’s future, Sasuke’s clan massacre, and Naruto’s life as a whole

The logic?

Well she will be the easiest to mind break in their opinion

For one the man (kakashi) is a jonin so he will take awhile to get information out of him. The boy looks like an Uchiha, is doesn’t matter if they find out if he is a part of the clan or not, if they mistake of going through his mind and he is an Uchiha then they will have a clan conflict on their hands. 

Which leaves Naruto and Sakura

Perhpes it would have been easier to get to Naruto but heres the thing, he is not the normal naruto as he would be in the anime/manga, he is a Naruto that grew with Kakashi giving him a fair amount of attention and trained him right, so no, naruto is not naive in any sense of the word, but he does know how to act it

Another note is that Karum might stop any attempt on mind reading for varies reasons

So that leave Sakura, the civilian born

Which is the best optionin to do so

As said she is a civilian, she doesn’t know many major events that aren’t told to her in a sheltered way. Such as the nine-tails attack? The fourth Hokagae was brave and fought valiantly and we honor him. Uchiha massacre? On Sasuke wasn’t able to come to class because something happened to his family, but don’t worry Sakura, everything is fine! Treatment of Naruto? He’s such a trouble maker!! 

And on and on and on

As a civilian who is more sheltered by the world she won’t have all the information until she trains under Kakashi, but the yamanaka will probably be told to hold off from going to far or is forced to get out

The future, no matter what bits of information one gets, is precious

The Yamanaka might leave on their own violation because of what they are staring to understand what their seeing, or might be stopped by a person they might bring with them in the mindscape of it all

Maybe even Sakura might block her most recinet memories, memories of her training in Team Seven since she is trained and strong enough to do so

(Also she is friends with Ino, that says enough)

Or they simply don’t, they might go through the whole sequences of Sakuras life and yet still won’t get all the important bits of their timeline

As I said again, civilian born 

So because of this, Sakura will be the only one to be given an indeepth sweep of her min because of the future information

And things like Shinobi from teh future traveling to the past will be reported to none other than the third Hokage himself

Joy 

[satrs]

Can i please request top 5 jealous bllk boys? And how so they act when they're jealous? Thank you:)

Top 5 jealous bllk guys…

FIFTH;

BACHIRA!

When he‘s jealous, he‘s not afraid to admit it. He will make it loud and clear that he is jealous, a big pout on his lips while doing so. His mission is to win most of your attention over until your finally distracted from the ‘enemy’.

FOURTH;

BAROU!

Goshhh. He is so damn stubborn it’s crazy. It’s gotten to the point where you noticed how jealous he his, a vein almost popping on his forehead, but he will be damned before he admits to it. His body could shake in jealousy and he would grit his teeth while waving your questions off. His gaze alone scares whatever made him jealous in the first place away

THRID;

RAICHI!

Raichi is the same as Barou, just worse in the jealous aspect. And once it reaches his climax, he snaps. For example a guy flirting with you and you’re just to oblivious to realize. You bet he’ll scream his lungs out and scare the guy away eventually 😭

SECOND;

SHIDOU!

Oh my god. Sosososo pouty and clingy and annoying and clingy. Oh did I mention he was clingy? He will not leave your side, sticking to you like gum to a shoe. Hello! He’s just making sure you still love him! “You still love me right? Right?!”

FIRST…;

REO!

The worst of the worst. Get jealous over the most ridiculous things it’s almost pissing you off. Some guy asking for directions? Nah, why is he asking especially you? There are tons of people on the street and he chose you? Yeah, he’s trying to take Reo’s treasure away from him. GOD HE IS SO SASSY ABT IT TOO URGH!!!!

[pencap]

Hey your poetry is so pretty and evoking and I've gotten back into practicing fiction writing in recent years but in my own criticism I don't think my prose is very evocative. It gets the job done and I think my stories are readable and enjoyable, but I don't think my descriptive language is particularly striking and I would like to improve on that! Sometimes I read and the author has used such creative brilliant metaphors and descriptors etc and it comes across as artistic genius. So, if you have any tips and time to share them I would love to hear about how you select your descriptors, if there's any advice you've heard before on this, etc. <3 feel like my brain simply can't come up with creative language after my decade long break lol

Hello, darling! Thank you for the kind words. I don't exactly have a formal process, but I can share some of what works for me.

The simplest, truest, and least fun advice I have is just this: practice. Practice, practice, practice. The more descriptive writing you do, the better you'll become at it. It's much easier said than done, I know--it's been months since I've posted anything here myself--but it's unfortunately true.

But beyond that, in terms of strategies, I have a couple. I think "evocative" can mean a lot of things, but it sounds like you're specifically thinking about description (as opposed to, say, emotionally evocative) so I'll focus on that. I'm gonna reference january 2nd a bunch, just for concrete examples.

Having a clear image to start with always helps. So when I wrote january 2nd, for example, I had a vivid mental image of an empty beach at dawn, practically abandoned 24 hours after thousands of people crowded together to watch the first sunrise of the year. The stretched out horizon, the dark blue twilight overhead and pale hazy dawn on the eastern edge, the shy peek of the topmost edge of the sun, the soothing ceaseless rush of the waves, the clear expanse and white-foam edges of the water, all of it. The loneliness of it, sure, but also the freedom of it. The quiet and the peace.

It also helps ot have a why. What are you trying to achieve with your description? Often in poetry I'm going for a specific emotional or visual effect, so I try to focus as much as I can on the pieces that resonate for that. In january 2nd, it was the horizon in particular. Nothing in the poem actually mentions a beach, even though that's part of my mental image, because the beach wasn't as important or effective. The sky and the horizon is what worked for the emotional tone, for me. Specifically their openness. Not the light, not the darkness, not the water, but being open, so that's what the first stanza revolves around.

If you're going for "fresh" / "interesting" / "unexpected" / etc. I like to play around with one of three things. One is transferring descriptors from one target to another. (In january 2nd, I take crowded from jostling people on the beach and transfer it to the horizon.) I think these are most fun when you take human(-adjacent) descriptors and put it on inanimate objects / the environment, but that's just my taste. Another trick is to try for hyphenates, which didn't come up in january 2nd. But two of my recent favourites are in Precious: sleep-warm and heartbeat-quiet. sleep-warm is about evoking both the cozy comfort of sleep and the warmth of holding a living, breathing animal in your hands. heartbeat-quiet is about both the volume and the intimacy and the repetitive rhythm of it. The thrid trick is simple and boring and exhilarating when it works, and that's playing around with synonyms. I remember sacred weight of the untouched being difficult. Is it sacred or precious or treasured or holy? Is it untouched or new or young or innocent or unsullied or pure? Try them out and pick the one that feels right, or at least feels the best.

Sometimes I'll think about sound, though not in janary 2nd. soothing ceaseless rush a few paragraphs ago was a deliberate sound-based choice, though. That repeated s-sound feels and sounds like waves. Sometimes I'll think about rhythm, although that's a bit more important in poetry than prose. Sometimes I'll think about length--of the overall description, of the specific phrase or sentence, of the words themselves. Rule of three feels good to me and you'll very often see me write things in triplets (young and fresh and new), frankly a bit more often than I wish I did. Short words can bring emphasis, or abruptness, or simplicity. Long descriptions can be more flowing, fluid, relaxed.

Almost every and any element of language can be leveraged for descriptive power. You'll rarely if every use all of them at once, but it's fun to try many of them out. Maybe you'll figure out versions that feel easiest or best for you.

Alright, I think that's long enough! If you had a specific line or poem in mind, I'm happy to break it down further. Caveat that some of the pieces on this blog are quite old and I might not entirely remember what went through my mind years and years ago, of course.

[medicdoodles]

DRAtchet week 2022 Day 10: Approach in Darkness

(First Day)||(Day 9)||(Day 11)||(Last Day)

As Ratchet rests and recovers, he is reminded of a mech who stands in the alley. Said mech has an interesting proposal.

It had been a long day. The clinc has been getting more injuries as of late. More mecha have been roughed up by recruiters. The Decepticons have been much more active, making more vocal movements against the government. They have been making waves with the general public, influencing more people here to join the cause. Even Knockout has joined them, he engraves the insignia on the front of his grill. The point always looking forward at him.

Ratchet did his best to ignore bots who wanted him to join. He managed to change subject matters or just read their follow ups. Hell, he even asked about the weather or make up any exsuse to leave. As much as he hated the current policies, as much as it wronged him. Ratchet could never fight. All he was ever good at doing is running away.

That and he still is suspicious that they had forced Deadlock back into their ranks. For all that he cares about him, Ratchet has to worry about himself first.

"Well fancy meeting you here, doc." Walking out of the shop and making his usual turn. Another con had his hands behind his back, acting as if he wasn't waiting for Ratchet. It would be the same act.

"My answer stays the same." He's met this con before. He hangs out in this dark alley almost every day. Either to pick up bots for the night or get more cons for the cause. As of late, he's been making pass at him. His gotten more bold now that Drift isn't around, and especially right now Ratchet doesn't want to deal with it.

"You sure." He gets up from the wall, makes an attempt to get closer to Ratchet. "I heard that they sent your mech offsite for a little while." Ratchet puts one arm up blocking his path. "He won't know unless you want him to."

"No." He makes his way towards the thrid route to go home. Thats should have been that until...

"Hey. You didn't hear it from me." Mech makes his way back to the alley way. "But in a couple of days some high ranking con is going to make a vist to your place. Apparently, your mech did something that really pissed them off." He turns to face him again. "They're gonna use you to teach him a lesson and I like ya to much."

---

It took three days for his system to purge all of the rust out. Having been confined to his home with Deadlock pacing around made his head spin.

Deadlock hasn't left the house since the incident. He rarely leaves his side and has been coddling him like some kind of new build. He managed to convince Deadlock to escort him to the clinc, and for the first time since, Ratchet can actually think.

Or he could have, until both of them spot a very familiar looking bot at the last chair at the front row. The one right underneath the broken light that makes all mech dark and brooding. This time Ratchet notices the bright red Autobot Symbol.

"Hey doc." Breakdown is somehow in front of him. "I can take you here. Chop Shop and Knockout are going to be a while."

"Thank you." He gets up from the chair. Then Deadlock kept his hand hovering over his frame. He's still scared to let him go. "It'll be okay." He gives the hand a soothing touch.

"Just make sure that nothing happens to him while he's back there." Going to the room was uneventful. Getting his energon pumped out and refilled was uneventful. Breakdown tried to make small talk, but his mind was elsewhere. Knockout had taken the Autobot, he repaired the other's back. He was worried a fight would break out but nothing happened. It was only when Ratchet gets up from the room to make his way to the front that the Autobot makes his way towards him.

"I see you made it out alright."

"Yeah..." Ratchet didn't want to admit that he didn't listen to his warning.

"Good." He gives Ratchet the look over. "Good..."

"So you switched to an Autobot?" Ratchet figured he might as well get whatever this is over with.

"Yeah..." the bot kept his head down but still returned that cocky grin from before. "They had better security for me. I needed it for what I had done." He tried to reach for him, Ratchet still stopped it. "They can give you and Deadlock the same deal. I could put in a good word for ya."

That was a loaded question. He does want to protect Drift, and if the Autobots could give him that security then Ratchet would do it. However, this could also be a trap. Afterall, Deadlock would be high on their list of bounty. This mech could using him like the cons were. "What would I have to do?"

"You used to work for a space bridge repair team right?" They make it close to the door, a clear sign to end the conversation. "If you do join, tell em Jazz is your recruiter."

--

He wakes up in the middle of the night. He can hear gun fire. The smoke of the artillery fills the air and theres a slam against the wall. "Ratchet!" That was Deadlock's voice. "I need you to run."

"What about you?"

"I can handle this." Another bang of his gun rings out. "But not wit ya here."

Right. He tries to open the front door but Deadlock changed the password. The physical locks have been melted together and there was no way he could get out that way. He was always going to be a liability.

He transformers into his alt mode. Crashing the window hitting the street. He keeps making turns, not caring where he went. He needs to be safe. Deadlock needs to be safe, but he can't help him. Better to be out of the way than collateral damage. Better than being useless.

"Where ya running doc" the Autobot, Jazz.

"Is that deal still open?"

"What's happening?"

"If you can get some Autobots to help." The next words are like lead. "I'll... join."

[ash-arts-a-thing]

This is just a little something that’s supposed to be more from Olimar’s POV during parts 3 & 4 of the comic

I wanna get better at writing so I might share what I do sometimes on here 🥰

[Part 1 of the comic]

Olimar watched as the Bulborb fled, now blinded in one eye curtesy of it’s own tooth. He was hyper aware of the two strangers behind him as they stared holes into his back.

“… Dad?”

His ear flicked back towards the trespassers, naturally trying to better pick up the sound. He turned slowly, scowl never leaving his face.

Dad?

“It’s us!” The taller of the two gestured towards himself and his partner, “It’s been months, we knew something was wrong when you missed mom’s birthday.” He gave out a nervous laugh.

Olimar could feel the nervous waves come off him before he could hear it in his voice or see it on his face. The shorter of the two also looked worried, brows furrowed and lips turned down in a frown, unlike the other one who wore a strained smile.

“Tari, I don’t think you should go near him.” She finally spoke.

Olimar didn’t quite understand what was being said, things like ‘dad’, ‘mom’, and strangest of all ‘Tari’ sounded familiar. What did they want from him and, more importantly, why did they have his Pikmin? They did nothing to protect it from the dangers of this planet, they were unfit to have them.

The one called Tari took a hesitant step closer to him, looking over his shoulder at his partner as he spoke again. “You worry too much!”

Another step, he was getting close, he had more Pikmin with him to protect.

“He may look a little different, but it’s still dad, right?”

The thrid step made him curl his lip, jaw tensing and shoulders rising as a guttural snarl tore from his throat. He almost snapped before Tari took a startled step back, an exclamation of surprise escaping him as he once again stood more protective in front of the other stranger. Olimar could see the look of confusion on the yellow Pikmin’s face as they turned to look at Tari as if they truly didn’t understand what Tari had done.

“Whoa there!” Tari put his hand up in a placating manor, but the only thing that made the snarls taper off were when he stood back in his original position. The zombie’s shoulders dropped back down, body becoming ever so slightly less tense, but still ready to strike if need be.

But the scowl never left.

“Okay,” a seconds hesitation, Olimar could smell the fear, “Okay, we’ll stay over here.” Tari lowered his hand again.

“Dad… We’ve missed you. We came all this way to find you.”

That word again, he tiled his head.

Tari continued still, “We came to take you home-“

Home? He knew that word. He was home, he wasn’t going anywhere with them and they weren’t going anywhere with him. He’d had enough.

His teeth bared again, instead of a warning this time, though, a call passed his lips. Deep clicks that almost sounded painful to create, as if his vocals chords weren’t meant to make them. They finally silenced Tari.

The three of them watched as the Pikmin on Tari’s shoulder came to attention, Olimar could feel the two in the collar of his suit stir at the noise. He felt bad for waking them. The Pikmin grunted and vaulted it’s way down Tari’s suit, running swiftly up to Olimar’s waiting hands.

The scowl finally left.

He lifted his missing Pikmin to his face, nuzzling his cheek against the small creature as a low bellow rumbled out of his throat. They were finally safe. They could go home. He didn’t waste anymore time as turned to leave.

“Dad?” Tari was talking again. Olimar quickly tuned him out, he only needed to hear if he was being followed. The cries of the two trespassers behind him meant nothing.

He was happy again.

[lxkeee]

How are ya???

I made francis art his angel form and human form got lazy with his hair btw😭💔

Here!

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His angel form

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His human form

The flower is gift from [name] hehe:3

Btw if you are wondering where is his wings let me explain!

Basically when i had sent ya [name] arts there's always these two little things around her hair.That's her one pair of wings!

It's smaller bc since you said her wings are heavy so she just does not use them alot.

And her other two pair wings are around her waist

For francis since you said he can transform into bird i thought mabye i should make his wings be around his hair like [name] when he transforms to bird his wings would just behind his back

Amd for the other red spots [name] gave francis a black accery like hers around her wrist.And these to linda match with their wrist accessory and their little wings around their hair.

[name] and francis:We match!

Meanwhile azrael:

Azrael:why do i feel like thrid wheel?!!

LOL XD

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I kinda headcanon that francis can himself smaller and hide inside [name] or azrael's hair easily.This is how it looks like when francis hide inside her hair

(a little thing:P)

Francis:[name] do you think they will see me?

[name]:nope.Just stay quiet francis

Francis:alright girlfriend!

I seriously headcanon that francis,azrael and [name] is dazzlings trio like i said before and francis calls [name] girlfriend bc he loves him(plonatic) and [name] calls him boyfriend.When they first called eachother that azrael thought these two were dating

(again little thing)

[Name] walking up to francis and azrael as francis spoke

"Hey girlfriend!"

[name] smiled as she waved at them as she replied

"Hey boyfriend!"

Azrael's colors went pale as he looked at the two with shocked look on his face

"Did you two hook up or something?"

As [name] and francis looked at eachother as [name] spoke

"No,we two thought it's funny that we could call eachother boyfriend and girlfriend.Don't worry you are his boyfriend XD"

"Why you two."

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And just imagine when the others in hotel found out francis and was asking who he was from [name] i think he would speak

"Hey you leave my girlfriend alone and ask it from me personally!"

As lucifer would be stunned.And [name] just facepalms herself

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THAT'S IT FOR NOW😍😈💗🫶

HAVE AMAZING DAY/EVENING/NIGHT!<3

THIS IS SO CUTEE? I DIDN'T EXPECT TO SEE FRANCIS BEING POCKET SIZED OMGG 😂🫶 HIM IN READER'S HAIR IS SO

[lovinglapislazuli]

We didn’t tap enough into the comedic potential of Numeri politely asking Butler to chill for two seconds, so here you go! The more I think about this scenario the closer I am to actually write an episode outline about it XD I experimented with several shapes and colors for the backgrounds too :D

ID under the cut

Image Description: A four panel traditionally drawn and digitally colored comic featuring Butler, Numeri, Chongire, Elde and Kururun from Tropical Rouge Pretty Cure reimagined as humans. Numeri has vitiligo, Elde has a pinkish skintone and Butler, Chongire and Kururun have varied degrees of tan to dark skin, with Chongire being the darkest and Kururun the warmest in hue. Chongire is wearing his chef uniform and has navy blue wavy hair styled in a mullet and a goatee. Kururun is wearing her Cure Kururun costume (a white, teal and pink outfit) and a red and pink floatie with reddish pink swimming flippers. She has two lines on sunscreen on each cheek and a brown bandaid on her nose. 

First panel: Butler with a concerned expression asks Numeri “What’s your analysis, Numeri?” to which she cheerfully replies “You should be sleeping more, and not get stressed.” They stand against an a splotchy background of several shades of blue. Second panel: Butler stands exactly like in the first panel, but with a comically perplexed expression, against a light purple background fading into a lighter hue. Three dots are near his head. Thrid panel: Butler has a panicked expression and is loudly saying “Not me Doc! The situation we’re in!” while rapidly waving in the direction of an unamused Chongire sitting on a green bench with Elde and Kururun, who are playing blissfully. Numeri smiles and says “Oh, right. It appears we’re going to be humans for a while.” Fourth panel: Numeri and Butler are standing against a mostly yellow background with an orange gradient coming from the upper corners. Numeri points at Butler and states “My point about your stress still stands.”, to which Butler replies “Of course.” with a tired smile and a sigh. End description.

[themistakehasarrived]

The new chapter was amazing, I adore the Librarian, hers and Jack’s conversations are deep and so meaningful.

I did get teary eyed.

But last part? Last part got me giddy. My brother inquired about what made me smile so much.

I do understand being under exams, because so am I.

Exams time is hell and despair. The update gave me strength. Thank you.

I wish you good luck and may Professors have pity on us.

I will patiently wait here.

Rev

The Librarian, as it is probably obvious, is my favorite character I ever made and I'm happy people adore her as much as I do. She's got a lot of experience she's very willing to give anyone she takes under her wing or asks her questions. As always, someone getting teary-eyed over my fanfic is a unbelievable statement but it means the emotions I wanted to convey were done correctly!

Honestly, this notification reminded me something. I killed Gobber's lover, I killed a thrid husband. It really does not look good for Stoick 😭

I hope the strength helps you through these exams. I myself am stressed to the point I'm numbed to my anxiety so when exams truly begin I will be a wreck.

May we survive the heavy waves that crash against winds with destruction left behind. Hopefully, after this season of examination ends, the wind will slow to play with us and the water to cool our anxious minds. [I've no idea where this came from but accept my support in these trying times.]

Speak with me whenever thy wish, I love hearing people's thoughts on anything.

- Mist

[ascel-vibes]

[ID1: Positivity comic about non-transmasc and non-transfem people.

On the first page are three panels with the dialogue; "I am an AFAB trans person on T." / "And I'm not transmasc." / "My gender isn't woman, or man, or adjacent to either, or neutral/"in-between.""

The first panel shows a pescription of testosterone on a table. The second shows a vertical hanging rainbow pride flag and nonbinary flag in a cubby. The thrid panel shows a silhouette of a person on a hill walking away from the male and female gender symbols.

On the second page are five panels with the dialogue; "It's a separate" / "other" / "gender." / "Queer people who know I'm on T, or even just know that I'm AFAB, often think I'm transmasc." "They label my experiences automatically." / "It feels like misgendering." "From people who should know better."

All panels on the second page are implied to be depictions of the same person ie the comic artist, who is a fat person with a mullet and wearing glasses.

The first panel shows a low angle of them wearing sneakers and a skirt. The second shows zir with zir back turned to the camera, waving to a pair of silhouetted people. The third panel depicts a more simplified featureless figure representing the artist, who is floating in a space like area with stars. The fourth panel shows the figure laying down tirelessly on zir side, sweat prominent on their face. The fifth panel show the figure with small flags impaled into zir backside, which have the male and female gender symbols, the ones with female symbols being noticeably more tattered.

On the third final page is a large single panel with three smaller panels within it. The dialogue reads; ""Masculinizing" HRT doesn't mean I'm transmasc." / "It doesn't mean my gender is male, or male-adjacent." / "It just means I'm a nonbinary, genderqueer person who is becoming more like zirself. And that just happens to involve HRT! [smiley face emote]".

The first small panel shows the artist at a side angle smiling. The second small panel shows the chemical structural formula of testosterone. The third small panel shows the artist lovingly wearing a nonbinary flag on zir back. Lastly, at the bottom of the large panel is the artist happily smiling with zir hands to zir chest, and ze is wearing a sweater and a long skirt. /End ID1]

[ID2: Tags that read; "#me and my 2+ nonbinary friends who’ve gone on t are shaking hands w this artist #we understand friend. we r with you". /End ID2]

Here is a little comic I made about some thoughts I’ve been having recently. I don’t ID as transmasc, and I have noticed that since I’m nonbinary and AFAB, some people in queer circles (online and irl) label me as transmasc! This has increased since I started T. Much love to my transmasc siblings, but I don’t identify with that term, and it misgenders me.

I figured if there’s not a lot of acknowledgement or discussion about non-transmasc and non-transfem people who physically transition, I can make some myself :)

[globalzombie]

Paul Joseph Watson on Miss America Suicide. 6 June 2018.

[ascel-vibes]

[ID: Four pages with drawings of Chara from Undertale.

First page, their mouth is straight lined as they stick their tongue out in a small blep, eyes wide and pupils slightly crossed in a silly manner.

Second page, Chara happily waves up with an open mouth smile, eyes in an identical expression as the first page.

Thrid page, they're looking directly forward with wide eyes, a small open smile and waving.

Fourth and final page, three drawings of Chara. From left to right; Fullbody of Chara with their arms spread out in the air happy with an open smile looking forward. Bust of Chara with an unamused, slightly frowny expression eyes furrowed. Halfbody of Chara looking to the side with a small cheery grin. /End ID]

I think my brain chemistry is changing because of me drawing chara so much

[pandagyaru]

Deadpool x trans male reader

warning: smut

you sighed gently as the warm water of your shower ran down your back, the sore muscles relaxing gently. You rubbed your shoulder gently and sighed again.

"God I need to find a way to fucking relax better" You mutter, grabbing the bottle of body wash. the cap was popped open and it fell. "God damn it, I'll pick it up when I'm done"

"Woah! nice ass!" A slap was planted on it. You yelped loudly and turned around quickly, nearly slipping. (come on now be safe in the shower!) Wade smiles and waves, well his mask moves up, I mean it kinda looks like he's smiling.

"Jesus fuck wade! you'll give me a heart attack eventually!" You shout, throwing the wash rag at him. You grab the shower curtain and cover yourself.  He tries to peek over.

"Babe were dating, what are you doing?" He asks, his mask raising at one of the eyes.

"that doesn't mean you can stare at me naked, well only when I'll allow you to" You state, starring at him as he sits on the closed toilet. "what are you doing?" he looks at you and lays his head on his hand, that was on his knee.

"Enjoying the view of my lovely, handsome and sexy boyfriend" he says, moving his other hand in a 'duh' motion. You stare at him for a minute thinking. you sigh for what seems to be the thrid time tonight and open the curtain more.

"Fine, I'll let you watch. but no pictures, I don't need you to put them in your spank bank file" You tell him, looking away and seeing that the soap in your hand had fallen on the bottom off the tub. "God damn it, I hate you. That's a waste of lavender scented soap, which by the way was expensive"

"My spank bank file? Oh yeah. wait how do you know about it?" He asks, his eyes completely not on your ass. he makes a squeezing motion with his hand and whistles.

"We share the same computer wade, also quit starring at my ass" You laugh out. You grab the body soap bottle again, a dirty thought popping up. You smirk and lift the bottle up to your chest, you squeeze it gently. the conveniently white soap ran down your chest, wade's eyes following it.

"If I flip a coin, am I lucky enough to get tail?" He asks, standing up.

"How about you skip the coin?" You whisper out, winking at him. He shivers in delight at your voice dropping.  

"Oh the way your voice is dripping with honey, do I have to wait for you to finish showering?" He says, his face leaning in towards you.

"Not really. But please leave the bathroom for now, I have a surprise anyways" You whisper to him, leaning in towards his mask covered ear and kissing it. He slouches for dramatic affect, his eyes closing.  he blinks his eyes open again and stands up straight, putting his hand up in mock salute.

"sir! yes sir!" He shouts, running out the bathroom; the door closing behind him. You smile and shake your head, stepping out the shower.

Now let's see what DP is doing

Wade laid on your guys' bed, his clothes all off; except for his mask. A rose some how lodged in his mouth and a pillow funnily covering his dick. He watches the bathroom door with an intense stare. His head filling with thoughts of what his surprise could be. his thoughts are cut off by you opening the bathroom door. You look at him at laugh.

"where'd you get a rose from?" You ask, walking over to him. His eyes follow your hips and thighs as you walk. the black lace hugging your form.

"oh god. where'd you get that outfit from?" He practically  moans out. You roll your eyes and get on the bed with him, slowing grabbing the pillow and removing it. His erect cock hitting his stomach. He sighs gently and lays on his back, grabbing your hips and sitting you on his hips. he looks at you and waves. You smile and wave back, slowing moving your hips in a circle. He moans and slowly thrusts his hips up, the tip of his dick touching yours.

"That's none of your business, at least not right now. What's your business right now is sucking my dick" You say to him, grinding down onto him. He lifts his head up and stares at you.

"Now's not the time for your tone to be top energy. I'm the top here" He states, pointing at himself. He grabs your hips again and flips you both over. You gasp gently as he pulls you to the edge of the bed, your legs being held in the air; he's on his knees on the floor. You blush as you lift your head up. He pulls his mask off and winks at you, throwing it across the room.

"Alright sweetie, ready for me to make you feel good?" He asks, moving the underwear from covering the crotch. He blows are on your tip, you whine gently. "you're so cute baby boy" he mutters, leaning in and sucking your tip into his mouth; your pre-cum getting all over his chin. You moan loudly as he sucks and licks at your dick, his fingers coming up to play with your hole.

"Ah~! wade!" You moan out, grinding your dick onto his face. He chuckles and gently nibbles on your tip, slowly moving his tongue in a circular motion. You cover your mouth and grab a hold of the sheets. He removes his face from you, replacing is lips with more fingers; he pushes one into you and slowly starts thrusting it into you. He stares down at you as your eyes roll back into your head.

"Look how cute you are, covering your mouth as you tremble. I barely did anything honey" He whispers out into the warm room. You stare up at him and whine.

"Please wade" You beg, rocking your hips onto his finger. He chuckles and slowly eases another into you.

"Let me get you properly stretched sugar, then we can have more fun" He tells you, thrusting both fingers into you at a bruising pace. You moan loudly as he hits a bundle of nerves, he massages it with the tips of his fingers.

"AH~ wade! I-I'm gonna cum!" You warn, cumming around his fingers. He chuckles again, pulling out his fingers and licking them clean. You pant gently, coming down from your high. Wade rubs your legs gently, gently kissing and sucking on your thighs.

"Good boy. You're such a good boy Y/n" He mutters, grabbing his dick and lining it up to your hole. You keen as he pushes in, the tip slipping past. He moans gently as he's sucked into your warm walls. "oh god~" he mutters out, slowly rocking his hips.

"Go faster~!" You moan out, gripping the sheets again. He chuckles and leans down to your chest, he licks over your top surgery scars and makes it to your nipples; he sucks through the black lace. You moan louder as he bites it, his other hand coming up to tease the other; his hips slamming into you hard.

"You taste so delicious sweetheart" He says into your chest,his thrusts getting sloppy as he gets closer to his release. "I'm close. shit~. in or out?" he asks, closing his eyes.

"out~!" you practically scream out, your second release catching up to you too. He pulls out as he cums, it shooting all over your stomach. He pants, bringing his his fingers to your tip to jerk you off to finish. You cum again, eyes rolling into the back of your head and your back arching; your vision gets spotty as you grow tired. Your eyes close gently.

"Ah ah ah, don't go to sleep yet. I need to clean you off" He states. Your eyes open and watch as he leans down and licks his own cum off of you.

"ew wade" You say, laughing. He smacks his lips and comes up to kiss you.

"God I love you Y/n" He whispers.

"I love you too wade" You whisper back.

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1436 words and it is 7am, i havent slept yet so I'm gonna go and do that

[slut4buckysarm]

Piano - Chris Evans!Friend

MAIN MASTERLIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: fluff

MY MOTIVATION TO WRITE COMES FROM COMMENTS SO PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK :)

ALL mistakes are my own.

Do NOT copy, repost, translate or rewrite my fics!!.

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"Hey, I'm looking for set 13"?

"Um yeah. Straight down the hall, right turn, another right turn, left turn, thrid room." the man says, not looking up from his clipboard.

I walk down the hall and stop at the end. Did he say left or right? I turn around to ask him to repeat himself but of course, he's already left. "Busy day for everyone I guess. Left turn it is." I mumble under my breath.

As I'm walking down the quiet hall, I'm praying that I run into someone who works here, and then I see him.

I tap his shoulder and the man turns around to face me. "Can I help you"?

I don't process his words, too caught up in his crystal blue eyes piercing through my Y/E/C ones.

"Hello?" he chuckles, waving his hand in my face.

"Oh, hi. Um, set 13. I've been looking for it and the other guy, he said left, right, straight, left? No. Straight, right, left? No-".

"Oh, set 13. I'm looking for it too! You an actress?" he questions, readjusting his NASA hat.

"Yes, I'm an actress. Want to - want to" I can't seem to finish my sentence while waving my finger around.

"Help me find the set?" he laughs, jokingly interlocking his arm with mines. "Come on. Let's go".

—

"Shut the hell up!!" I yell, knocking on the hotel wall.

Two knocks back tell me that the stranger next door is aware that I'm disturbed by the loud music but it doesn't stop, if anything they turned it up a notch.

"That's it!" I speak getting off of my bed and making my way to their door.

Just as I am about to knock, the door swings open and I see his face. The man who's been my shoulder on my off days and the reason for all my smiles.

"Chris"?!

"Darling?!" His tone is sarcastic.

I push him aside and walk into his room. I press the buttons on his speaker in some attempt to turn off the music.

"What're you doing"?

"Why is your room right next to mines"? I counterattack, still pressing the buttons.

"It's that-" Chris moves around me and clicks the big blue button. "There".

He pads over to his bed and lays down. "Who invited you to the wedding"?

"Claire did. She works with us. Wait, did Lucas invite you?" I ask, laying down next to him.

Chris nods his head and moves his head to my shoulder.

"No".

"No what"?

"No, we're not going to get all comfy while cuddling and be too lazy to get up later. The wedding starts in 15min- 15 minutes"??!!

I shove him off of myself and slide my slippers onto my feet. I enter the bathroom and take a look at myself in the mirror. "Oh my god! There's no way that I can get ready in 15 minutes!" I whine.

"Then don't get ready..."

"What? No!" I speak confused, walking towards the door.

Chris steps in front of me and backs up to the door. I try to work my way around him but my hand can't reach the knob.

"Chris move" I mumble, trying to move him out of my way

"Come on Y/F/N! We can actually have fun. We don't even know Claire or Lucas!".

"Uh actually, I do. Claire um works on set with us. She reads the thing and she writes the um-".

"Claire sets up the pylons in the parking lot" Chris chuckles, eyebrows raised.

I stare into his eyes, waiting for him to give in but he doesn't. I let my head low and Chris plasters a smile onto his face. He grabs my hand and leads me down the hotel stairs and into the lobby.

"Chris, there are people that look fancy and we're wearing our pj's" I speak through my teeth.

He smiles and runs with me to a room in the back. Chris' face lightens up as soon as he sees the piano and he seats himself on the plush stool.

"Com're," he tells me, patting the space next to him.

I step towards him and sit in the empty seat.

"You play"? I question.

"Every day" he smiles back.

Chris places his hands onto the piano and starts pressing on the keys. The melody is majestic and I can’t help but sway side to side. I shut my eyes and listen, letting the tune of the keys harmonize under his fingers.

"You wanna play?" I hear him whisper in my ear causing me to jump a bit.

"Oh, no I don't know how to play the piano" I chuckle, shaking my head a bit.

Chris grabs my hands and places them under his. The temperature of the cool keys mixed with his warm palms and fingertips makes me shiver.

"You ready"?

"Mhmm" I nod. He moves my hands and I hear the most majestical melody hit my eardrums and I lay my head on Chris' shoulder and feel his lips turn into a smile as he kisses the top of my head.

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Omega manager of Karasuno

Part five (?) honestly who's keeping track any more. 

link to the last part

-You are a thrid year and manage with Kiyoko

-most people think you’re more approachable than the goddess Kiyoko and that has it’s own advantages and disadvantages.

-Like the first years warm up to you first and when it comes to organizing things people are a little more open with you then her

- (do not mistake this for me bashing Kiyoko I love her it’s not her fault she’s quiet)

- It also means Kiyoko gets a lot more of the worshipers

-her aloof nature makes it easier to put her on a pedestal and you are easier to talk to which makes you just another person.

-which isn’t to say you don’t have hopelessly devoted boys following you just less.

-Enoshita for example.

- you better belive if you ever need to carry something heavy he will be there on the double to help you.

-He is very quiet about his affection, seeing how badly it goes for Tanaka and Nishinoya when they are so loud and openso he just politely complements you every now not then

- Speaking of Tanaka and Nishinoya

-they are your worst nightmare

- Just straight up the worst.

- good luck keeping them from biting people who hit on you and Kiyoko

-But you already know how overprotective they can be

- what maybe surprising is the fact that you can actually control those two

-They adoor you the last thing they want if for you to be mad them.

-one glare from you and they are suddenly on their best behavior

-Even Daichi can’t handle them that well lol

-also spare a thought for Yamamoto he cried when he found out Karasuno had two cute managers imagine how his heart would break when he sees a third.

- okay hard left turn Sometimes when guys from other teams hit on you, you don’t shoot them down right away.

-Like you probably don’t want anything to do with them but whats the harm in a little flirting?

-It’s nice to be wanted like that, and its extra nice when you’re the first choice not runner up next to Kiyoko

-So... yeah you let random guys hit on you sometimes, just not usually around the team

-becuase even if you can control Tanaka and Nishinoy most of the time nothing can stop them when the think their uwu precious omega manager is in danger

- also Enoshita gets a little jealous and he wont stop them either.

-All this to say that you accidently meet Kunimi on the bus and he hits on you and you not knowing who he is flirt back a little

- then you go your separate ways and you start your day off with a little ego boost and you think that's the end of it

-but then Karasuno has a match against Sehjo and uhm well it goes poorly

- I feel like I say “all hell breaks loose” everytime I do one of these but yeah all hell breaks loose

- poor Kunimi he just wants to talk to the cute Omega he sw on the bus again but the second he waves and starts walking over to you your guard dogs pounce

-His own team aren’t any help either Oikawa is mad that he is off fraternizing with the enemy and the rest of the boys are clowning on him

- The second years you were at least prepared for but then Hinta jumps in and you know you really have to stop this

- you cannot have Tanaka and Nishinoya infecting the youth like that

-You manage to break it up with some expertly placed karate chops to the back of the head and  you are at least strong enough to hoist Nishinoya and Hinata away

-Just don’t tell them that it’s super easy to lift them because it will hurt their feelings

- You apologies to Kunimi and the match goes on as normal

- well you definitely see Hinita glaring at Kunimi though the net but whatever, he’s not hurting anyone

-The ride home is another fresh hell

-Suga is so fucking annoying and will tease you for hiding your boyfriend from them and Kageyma is just staring at you intensely and you don’t know what he’s doing.

-Tsukishima and Yams are whispering and laughing in the back and you just know they are talking shit about you

- Yachi, bless her heart, asks for relationship advice and you just want to crawl into a hole and die

- Eventually Daichi yells at everyone to shut up and it stops... for now

- it gets brought up everytime you have a match against Sejhoo

- Even though you haven’t even talked to Kunimi since the day on the buss

-just pray they forget about it soon