Winter Debacle

Mostly Ranma. He/Him.

[andhumanslovedstories]

People accusing the MCU of queerbaiting has always seemed off base to me because queerbaiting implies a level of emotional character interaction that the MCU has overall staunchly refused to feature. Nobody is even friends 

[txttletale]

[oneheadtoanother]

[str-ngeloop]

chunnibyou guided meditation

[cryptotheism]

Breathe in. *Feel* the demon energy welling up in your cursed eye. Breathe out. Relax your phantom dragon wings.

[cannibalchicken]

[beardedmrbean]

[creekfiend]

gender essentialism is soooo funny bc it's like "this is what women are like" and you're like "I've met women and many of them, if not the majority, have not been like that" and it's like "well women SHOULD be like that" and you're like "why should women be like that" and its like "because that's what women are like"

[mseden-fries]

Chapter 19 pages one through three

I might go back and re-shade everything. I really have not figured out a good technique for it just yet, it all just seems really bland looking. 

[ovur]

You have to use your phone when you have a really bad headache

[enki2]

[eep-blue-sea]

THE PEQUOD WRAPPED

[mseden-fries]

Hi! Do you have a link for a girl who wants to start from the beginning?

I sure do!

Hey Arnold 8th Grade Fancomic

Exactly what is the relationship between Arnold and Helga? It seems like everyone is scratching their heads at it, including the two in ques

[shapesguy]

my comeback to sam & max fandom

[dukeofriven]

[appleletter]

Emergency commissions because I lost my job and need to pay rent.

All prices are in USD dollar and through paypal! Also I do nsfw, just ask about it on my dms.

[asktransboyranma]

My commission, guys!

[winterdebacle]

[ask-ranma-and-ryoga]

[winterdebacle]

[isabelesk]

Definitivamente no es mi tipo de lugar.

La pista está saturada de gente, de energía. Las luces brillantes y la música vibrante inundan el lugar. El beat suena en su punto máximo, un ritmo frenético, contagioso.

La música comienza a desvanecerse, las luces parpadean, cegadoras, hasta apagarse por completo, envolviéndolo todo en una penumbra momentánea. El beat regresa, latiendo suave al principio, creciendo, adquiriendo más fuerza, hasta que la canción explota.

Luces naranjas, azules y verdes inundan la sala cuando la reconozco.

Es ella.

La veo bailar con total despreocupación, moviendo la cadera de un lado a otro, alzando los brazos, disfrutando el ritmo con los ojos cerrados. La música se vuelve profunda, la percusión del bajo resuena en mi pecho.

¿O es mi pulso acelerándose?

Ella baja los brazos con lentitud, dejando que sus dedos se pierdan entre los mechones de cabello, apartando el fleco de su rostro.

Y me mira.

¡BUM-BUM-BUM!

¿Soy yo?

¿Es la música?

Sus ojos destellan al mismo tiempo que me sonríe, coqueta. Es todo. No necesito más. No es mi estilo abordar una pista de baile, pero puedo cambiar de opinión por las razones correctas.

Me abro paso entre la gente hasta llegar a donde está…