#we love you kid!

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Yall remember how Texas had that "report an abortion" form that they had to take down after a week?

Well, Missouri has one, only it's for reporting transgender concerns.

Comrades. Friends. Romans. Countrymen. You know what to do.

[emphistic]

Sukuna—being a tough guy—always had a rough exterior; but when it came down to his daughter? Ah, he could loosen up a bit. Especially now that school was starting up, his cortisol levels were starting to go through the roof.

"Do you have your water bottle?"

"Uh huh."

"What about your lunch box?"

"You packed it for me."

"Where's your backpack?"

"Daddy!" the little girl giggled. "It's on my back!" And as if to give a proof, she twirled around to show that the glittery rainbow backpack was, indeed, on her back.

You put a hand on Sukuna's arm, laughing, "Honey, you're making it sound as if our baby's going on an expedition to Antarctica."

Sukuna, frowning, turned to you, "She might as well be. You don't know how dangerous Kindergarten can be."

"Oh yeah? Well, luckily, our girl is a tough one just like her daddy, isn't she?" you pinched your daughter's chubby cheek.

In response, the girl let out a confident "mhm!" whilst pretending to flex her muscles.

After you dropped off your daughter at school, you turned to face your husband with a grin on your face. "See? Easy peasy. There was nothing for you to stress about, babe."

"No. No, you don't know how vicious these little five year olds can be. If I had to, I would—"

You covered Sukuna's mouth with your hand, "Don't tell me you would go beating up little kids."

"I don't care if they're fucking five," Sukuna removed your hand, "if they mess with my baby, I'll—"

You watched the widening eyes of nearby parents of said kids, and quickly interjected. "Okay, okay, I think that's enough. We should be going now," you laughed nervously, leading your husband to the parking lot.

"Do you want to hear what I'd do if someone made our little girl cry?" a very genuine Sukuna asked.

"Ryomen, please, let's not."

Okay, maybe Sukuna was still as rough as always.

[atinymexicanbird]

in which shadow cared !! (again)

[luriuan]

Love how Sokka spent an entire 2 episodes hating on Aang, then immediately became his older brother in the third.

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[mobius-m-mobius]

#my man was NOT subtle 🤣😉

+ bonus: message received 😅

[princesshollyberry]

Princess Cookie, I was thinking about like, the future. Getting a degree is something I'll definitely be able to do, and fixing robots is a good job but... I think I'm scared of the whole growing up thing.

Soon, I'm going to have my second growth spurt, and then I'm going to get all tall, and I'm going to have to start preparing to leave, and I won't see Dad as much. I know it's going to take years but still. It feels so imminent.

I want to be able to dream and play and be a kid a little longer. I missed out on a lot, and I don't think I'm nearly ready for it. It's weird to think about how half my childhood is already gone, and I can't get it back, and how soon I'm going to learn how to work and leave behind what I just got.

I know there's nothing you can do about the flow of time or anything, and this ask might've been a bit ventish, but I just needed to tell someone about it, and I just managed to convince Dad to go to sleep.

-@stawby-robo-lover

hey baby first of all i want to say i absolutely know the feeling . yeah, people having expectations of you all the time sucks!!! majorly!!

but here's the thing: it's not sudden. there's no threshold. there's no line you cross and no switch to pull that makes you suddenly capital-a Adult, pass go collect 200 dollars, it will never be a huge deal. when you grow tall me and black raisin and your dad will so still be here, and i'll use kingdom funds to buy you your starter house if you want, and we'll keep on making memories and trucking on. take one day at a time, because you didn't notice how the time flew by and you won't notice it now! shrink in to the details - there's nothing you can do about time dragging you around, so you might as well get up on your feet and walk around with it instead.

that feeling of looming doom? that'll never go away! you'll always be thinking 'one day i'm gonna-' and 'isn't it sad how-' and 'when i grow up-'. there'll always be another year older to be. let it wash over you. hopes and dreams are for life, except for when they aren't, which is okay! one day at a time.

second: there are no rules! no one expects complete and utter discipline from anyone (if they do, fuckin hit the bricks) and you just gotta cling onto that whimsy of yours because if you do then no one will take it from you. it's literally as simple as that, and there will be the same if not MORE opportunities to do and make what you love because guess what?

growing up is COOL. i went out yesterday for a top that was really expensive and bubble tea mama would have hated all on my own and it was so fun because it was MY money and MY time and a translation to that feeling for you would be... oh my god college. you're gonna LOVE college so much you're gonna get there and just find your people. you can share ideas with your friends and they'll say 'oh, i know someone who can get that done' or 'yeah let's start a business' and you can DO THAT ACTUALLY BECAUSE BEING AN ADULT IS COOL.

you wont have to argue with your dad to get to sleep, you'll stop having that nightmare, you'll get so smart and sassy with all your new words and soon you'll be unstoppable - the list goes on. if you need some coping strats or just some love you know i got your back. and if you ever get stressed again, the best thing is to lie the heck down and sleep. or eat. or drink water.

[a-fangirltrash]

Do u guys think that Fiddleford sometimes accidentaly called Stanford darling, sweetheart and love because he kept mistaking him with his wife hahahah.... and that he was so sleep deprived once that this happened....

Yeah this is canon in my head like this would totally happen, he's not beating the cheating allegations

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[egophiliac]

like mother, like son, but less wholesome this time?

(I couldn't decide whether or not to put them together, so have them in all the different ways!)

[minhosblr]

The only singer ever!

[teddytheartist]

Zukka for the win my guys

[jojolightningfingers]

i truly truly will never stop being tickled by how law's braincell count just plummets into the negatives whenever he's around luffy and kid SPECIFICALLY at the same time. like if it's one or the other he copes more or less just fine. kid's a shit-starter but he's predictable and easy (and fun) to rile up. luffy runs on baffling logic but he's fundamentally easy to get along with so long as you maintain your zen and understand that he usually doesn't MEAN to get under anybody's skin. separately they aggravate law in different ways. but when they're together kid's penchant for starting dickswinging contests (or inability to not take the bait of one) collides with luffy unhesitatingly answering with a one-up that no sane person would conceive of and what the hell is law supposed to do against THAT fuckin wombo combo. get left behind and called a bitch for it? not goddamn LIKELY!!

[brainrotcharacters]

deadclaws badassery where it's revealed Wade and Logan tested the distance on Logan's hearing.

Watch them hundreds of feet away from each other in the battlefield and all it takes to set Wolverine loose is for Deadpool to mutter "Logan."

gif credits to original owners!

[loverboybrightsideghost]

when nimona first shapeshifted in front of gloreth, gloreth was a little freaked out, but more just shocked, and then they went on being friends. it was only once gloreth’s parents told her that nimona is a horrible monster that she finally turned on her. this movie isn’t subtle in the least with its themes, but i like this part of the movie because it really shows just how imaginary and baseless (for lack of a better way to phrase this) the fear of monsters (i.e. trans people) in society is. children, like gloreth, when left alone without any societal influences, will be faced with this Other, Different thing and accept it, just go with it. befriend them.

[daftmooncretin]

imagine being scotty in tos. every day your friend group goes on dangerous yet exciting adventures to new planets but you can never go because they always make you babysit the ship. also you have to stay on facetime with them the whole time in case they need a lift. you are the eternal designated driver. the seventh wheel. you dont mind as much as you should though because you sort of want to fuck the ship