Claire Keane
Doug Jones
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Today's Document
Misplaced Lens Cap
KIROKAZE
noise dept.

gracie abrams
Not today Justin

bliss lane
Sade Olutola
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Interview Vampire Daily

oozey mess

if i look back, i am lost
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@sabrina-erika
passing in public makes me feel like white shrek
literally how it feels
Was gone for a bit again, college is great :'3
So here's a topless yee haw Rumi that stucked in my wip folder for so long lol
... *heavy breathing*
Oh wow.
When some lemurs running in reverseā¦
Now that I finished playing Silksong I hopped on my old Hollow Knight save file to see how the game holds up after a couple of years. And it's great!
However, it's so funny to try Godhome again with Silksong muscle memory. Aside from having my brain rewired to the diagonal pogo, I keep doing stuff like dashing away from an attack and then walking away at a moderate pace because I keep expecting to automatically sprint (and get wrecked), or I keep messing up my heal timings, etc.
But the one thing that keeps cracking me up is trying to airstall with Drifter's Cloak. Which I obviously don't have. So I just keep comically dropping like a stone when I don't expect it lmao and it feels like:
No voice to Wilhelm-scream
Reblog to give yourself bigger tits.
Youre having a baby and the baby is you!
would the baby grow up to be a me that is naturally a girl and has bigger tits?
You drive a hard bargain, ma'am, but one i'll accept
Dark magics to chest burst as a cis version of yourself out of yourself.
Uh... Go read Spell x Sword.
phrasing of this is taking me out
Harder to crucify a being with eight legs
#spider Jesus died on the asterisk for our sins
you canāt just leave this in the tags
I mean, yes... but I would 100% try to step over that and trip up, no matter how careful I was.
Thereās something so uniquely terrifying about memory issues. I feel like my self is slipping away from me.
Hereās the thing I feel like a lot of folks donāt get: Iām not trying to forget what you said. Honestly, I really tried not to. I canāt control what I do and donāt rememberāforgetting things just happens. Itās annoying for you, I know, but for me itās distressing as hell and when you make a big deal out of it rather than just reminding me you make me feel ashamed. Iāll remember that, at least.
It costs you nothing to be kind to people with memory problems. Please. Itās scary enough without people treating memory lapses as a personal failing.
Hey, reblog this version instead, please!
Okay!
"All monsters must die bloody, and by a hero's hands, and soon," he says over brunch.
He doesn't think it's a rude thing to say in front of a monster. There are no rude things to say to monsters, only rude things monsters say.
"Don't worry," she says between bites, "You're one of the good ones."
"But I am still a monster," I do not say. I do not say that I love my claws and teeth, my prehensile shadow and my glowing eyes. That I cannot imagine giving them up even for survival, that to hide my shadow and trim my claws for them makes me feel diminished. In public I cannot say that I do not wish to be human.
They're progressives, this bunch, even if he carries a hero's banner with its proud history and none of them ask him to put it away. They know there are good monsters, monsters who can speak eloquently and hold the fork right, monsters you can be seen with in public. Some of their best friends are monsters.
They do not know the monster who is invited to brunch knows solidarity with the monster who is not. Believes and understands the monster who is not invited more than the human who does the inviting.
"Isn't that a little harsh?" says a third human, and I have not forgotten I am outnumbered. "We have ways of killing monsters without blood now, painlessly. And, of course, a monster should be allowed to live if it never growls."
He has never seen me growl. Yet how loudly and endlessly I will, when I'm out of earshot. He's talking about killing monsters who cannot stoop to civility, about mother and brother and lover who were never able to mute themselves like me, and does he not know how small a child who can only growl is?
"To growl is not to kill," I say, and all heads turn toward me. It is one of those rude things monsters say.
"Just because I love you, doesn't mean I have to like people like you." - My mother.
CIS ME
a comic about cis parallel life nostalgia.
I think about alternate paths far to often.
Apparently, you can't post videos in a reblog so...
Skirt go spin! <3
Trans joy is the most beautiful thing in the world
š©·OP MADE HER DRESS SO YOU BETTER REBLOG!š©·
I need this dress!!!
Pup interrupts soccer match, gives interview.
The commentator narrating the pupās moves with the ball is AMAZING and Iām crying
ā(ā¦) right, but he decides to kick the ball. He gets close, and who grabs it? The Friend(dog)! Yes! A pup got into the field. Heās tied to it. He puts it under his paws and shows what football was missing in the Gasometro (fieldās name). The [team]ās men want to grab him, but they cant! The Friend has his eyes on the ball. He runs to find it again. Yes! He bites! He kneads! He wants it close! He gets lost, heās so happy! Castro (player) wants to kick his Corner but he canāt. He tells the pup āenough, enough, go over thereā⦠however *commentator laughs*, thereās the pup! When he puts it on the floor, [the dog] goes again for the ball. And of course, as any skilled man, wants it all for himself. A bit of an over-eater, this pup. And he clearly has shown conditions / talent. [The team] found the way to the goal thanks to the Pichichoās (little dog) essential inputā¦. who, of course, as any protagonist had his place at [the tv show].ā
*camera switches to interview where dog barks and mounches on the reporterās mic (who allows him do it)*
Iāve been watching Argentinean football all my life and I can confirm this is the best to ever happen on a match.
THANK YOU FOR TRANSLATING ITššš¤
I've been silent about it because I didn't want to alarm you. But I specialize in the study of ancient magic that's forbidden now. I think using that is the only way we can bring her back now.
i know ive probably rambled about this a lot but god i just. i think about this a lot. i wouldnt have the life and loves i have if i never thought "am i a girl?"
morbidly, i seriously wonder if id even be alive. if so, i wonder what sort of pain i'd be in, still living with my father, still with my ex, still going to the church i grew up in.
instead i have all of this. all of you. all the people that care about and value and love me.
and it only gets better. sure sometimes i'll feel stuck, or lost, or left out, or burdensome, or scared. but a huge difference is now, i have people there for me. people who love me.
i'd never have any of this if i never transitioned.
if you like my art, commission me
(yet another kpdh post)
Time Travel fic where Rumi meets Miyeong
Rumi is a little freaked out because that is her, currently in her mother's womb.
Miyeong instantly knows who Rumi is. She isn't sure how, but she just does. She takes note of how long her hair is, how the braid is similiar to her, how the patterns have bloomed on her skin, in colors that match the Honmoon.
The entire situation is weird, as it should be. It's probably breaking some unspoken rule of the universe, but neither of them seem to care.
Miyeong can't help but notice how stricken Rumi is, and its easy to put the pieces together. Miyeong is dead.
She holds her arms, reaching from her daughter. "Come here," she says.
Rumi's face crumples, her body moving on its own to slink into her mother's embrace. It's warm, and full of love, and everything she had spent decades imagining.
Miyeong runs a hand over her daughters braid. Inside of her, the unborn version of her daughter kicks, like she knows exactly what's happening.
Miyeong doesn't know how long they have, but she will make her daughter knows how much she was ā is ā loved.
They talk for hours.
Miyeong tells Rumi about the third Sunlight Sister.
Miyeong tells Rumi about how Celine constantly overworking herself, that she's worried Celine will fall sick.
Miyeong tells Rumi about the song they're currently reccorded.
Miyeong tells Rumi about her father.
Rumi tells Miyeong about her sisters, Mira and Zoey, and Bobby.
Rumi tells Miyeong about their last show.
Rumi tells Miyeong about Jinu.
Miyeong just smiles and says, "Like mother, like daughter."
Rumi laughs.
Miyeong sings Rumi the same lullaby she does every night. Rumi cries, and Miyeong wipes her tears.
They sit together in silence until the universe drags them apart again.
Miyeong stays where she is and places a hand over her stomach, soaking in the knowledge that everything will eventually be okay.
No, no. It's my fault for still having tear ducts.
if fallout 76 really is a world whereĀ āevery character is a real personā & thereās no NPCs im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly tavern barkeep and then once iāve established enough of a rapport iām going to nuke all of west virginia and it will be in characterĀ
someone help whereās the screenshot of some post somewhere about the mmo player who barkept for a longass time then fucked absolutely everyone over
This one?