#we dont talk about that one

[melatien]

testing default brushes in CSP

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[bluegiragi]

i drew johnny "soap" mactavish as phreak (the original design) from overwatch.

bonus (just for fun):

[ashleyloob]

every time I see non Asians go by Asian names online I get whiplash bc I'm like o shit another one of me!! then I find out they are a white weeb from Arkansas going by Haru that can't name more than 3 countries in Asia

[webism]

KINKTOBER DAY NINE: dumbification with dom!gojo

kinktober masterlist

so short. im so sorry no one look at me

satoru sees it as a service to you, fucking your every last thought away. how else are you to decompress? a pretty thing like you doesn't need to think about the big things, doesn't need to worry about the woes of life, doesn't need to feel anything other than the round-after-round of blinding pleasure he gifts you.

satoru loves the feel of it, taking away your comprehensive ability to exist without him. god your eyes are just so glossy and your vision so blurred that he doubts you'd make it out of bed without his hand in yours. he loves the way your body shakes in his grasp, pleasure overwhelming your every last sense until all thats left is your ability to feel the way his cock sits inside of you.

satoru loves the sound of it, the way your words don't quite meet your lips; how they get lost in the column of your throat because it's all too much and not enough at the same time. the way you moan into the air around you, a testament to just how good you feel. how, when he looks down at you and asks if he's fucked you stupid yet, you can't even manage a fucking nod, which is more of a yes than you could have ever given him.

satoru loves talking you through it, though he knows your dumb little mind can hardly register his words. he coos at you nonetheless, brushes his lips over your ear as he speaks; 'that's it, baby, gotta stop thinking huh? pretty things like you don't need a single thought in your head, gotta let me take care of all that thinking. all you need to do is lay back and cum on my tongue again, sound good?'

satoru loves watching the thought drain from behind your eyes; especially if you've had a long day. he would bathe in the sight of you going stupid if he could, watching the overthinking and insecurity wash from the furrow in your brow and the frown on your lips the second you get a feel of his cock. he loves sending you mindless, protecting you from the lack of pleasure that thought brings—if he could strip your mind with just a touch he would.

for now, though, he'll settle for sending you stupid with orgasms, and kissing the sweetest of words against your skin for when you finally come back to thought... and beg to be fucked mindless again.

[contagious-watermelon]

Why do I keep seeing transmascs and trans men insisting or implying that all trans men are "female socialized," or "understand the female experience," or "navigated the world as a woman." Because yeah, sure, that can be true for some people. especially if you weren't gnc at all as a kid and didn't crack your egg until well into adulthood, it makes sense.

But they don't stop at saying they had that experience. It always comes with an addendum that trans men, as a group, all can relate to this experience. I don't know about the entirety of my demographic, but I never got even a little bit of what some of them talk about. I didn't even believe that women were scared of going out at night until I kept consistently seeing them say it, online or wherever, for years. I never realized catcalling was a thing until I saw some women complaining about it on reddit.

But they posit it as some sort of, you're safer than cis men, right? You know what it's like? Which, on top of being patently, demonstrably false in the case of myself and many other trans men, holds some unpleasant and often outright hostile implications about trans women. And they always deny it, but if you can't even conceptualize someone like me who grew up gnc, and never got the bulk (or any?) of whatever we consider to be 'female socialization,' what does that say about what you think trans girls went through, growing up? I don't want to speak for them, as I've never experienced that firsthand, but I can guarantee that (if you're even a little bit obviously trans) people don't treat you like a cis kid of the opposite gender. By and large, they don't get treated like cis boys.

It just makes me mad that we're taking this inaccurate framework that (ever so conveniently) puts trans people into the box of our assumed birth gender, and trying to fancy it up and use it with a faux-progressive veneer; never mind the way that transphobes use it to bar trans women from being athletes, or using the bathroom, or having access to any gendered resources they need. It would be bad enough to try and dust it off and use it even if it were largely accurate, due to the aforementioned connections to outright transphobia, but it literally is patently false. Not in all cases, obviously, but why are we trying to revamp this untrue, inaccurate generalization and pretend that we can make it 'trans-inclusive?'

[mamawasatesttube]

the whole "jason rules crime alley and none of the other bats are allowed there!!1!" thing is so funny like. tim LITERALLY lives in the theater where bruce's parents died,

[clouvu]

Save me french yuri... Save me

[ohvun]

D E V I L C H I L D >:D

I just think it'd be cool if her demonia fleur was a lil more grotesque yk?

Got super inspired seeing this post by rly cool @wigglesdtuff about a year ago and finally finished it!!:D

I ended up using a picture of a figurine to get the wings to work better bc I was s t r u g g e l i n g ;-;

[ftm-dick-grayson]

[ID: the "you can excuse racism?" meme format. The first woman is labeled "Duke" and the words have been edited to say "I can excuse eight heads in a duffel bag but I draw the line at littering." The second woman is labeled "Nightwing" and the words have been edited to say "you can excuse eight heads in a duffel bag??" End ID]

[athenasplan]

are we just going to ignore the fact that Scanlan is travelling with KEG?? like THE Keg?? early campaign 2 Keg who had a one night stand with Beau and left the morning after, leaving two badly spelled notes, one for Nott

And one for "Bo"

which in case you can't tell reads

"crossed out shit

more crossed out shit

even more crossed out shit

THANKS"

[theoldkyokodied]

Uploading all my Tomgreg art at once from the past few week before season 4 hits, who knows in what kind of mental state i'm gonna be once it does :')

[steamedlotusroot]

remember when swk tried to take li jing and nezha to court for gross negligence in jttw? good times

[halavibe]

domestic sannie in snowflake

[fairyhaos]

JOSHUA ARENA X BARRIE

[27spoons]

guys im being so fr right now when I say that winter!hunter!nat is my baby daddy

natalie come HOME the kids MISS YOU