#in every shape and form

[menacerie]

I know I'll sometimes yap about Nino as a Butterfly Miraculous Holder for no reason, but when you imagine a scene in which Nino gives up the Turtle Miraculous after getting exposed, and when asked why he's refusing to take a new one, he grimly responds with "Because I want Hawk Moth's," then hopefully, you will have at least a sliver of understanding.

[am3ya]

Trans men are NOT a monolith. And every trans man will have different experiences and comfort levels.

Trans men can still be feminine. Trans men don't have to change their body, Trans men don't have to be dysphoric. Trans men don't HAVE to be your typical 'manly man'.

This isn't to denounce trans men who want to be manly, who have extreme dysphoria, or who don't want to be seen as feminine at all. This post is made because people don't seem to realize that transness doesn't come in one shape.

This can also be said for both Nonbinary people & Trans women. No one owes you anything. Trans men don't owe you masculinity, trans women don't owe you femininity, and Enby's don't owe you androgyny

-Signed, a genderqueer person who was/still is heavily in trans spaces.

[axoqiii]

pony thieves 💥💥

au notes ⬇️

[carlizwall]

This is what happens when I'm hyped up about a fanfic and don't know how to describe it TwT

Yes I'm talking about Ruination of Lucifer. The entire chapter 36 broke me but let's focus on the dress scene only

Thank you @syaunei your story makes me roll and sob every weekend 💕

No color in the last one because I got tired but you get the idea, shojo manga vibes XD

Aww Al, you're so in love with him... her... them(?

Go read this fanfic guys, it's amazing ❤

[elfbotanist]

i love vanilla solas sm. narrow eyes, long nose, full pink lips, greasy skin, open pores, white dry patches on his shiny bald head. wow

[rspaos]

Contributing to the fem andreil

[fan-a-tink]

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” - Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Arthur & Dragoon | 3.10 "Queen of Hearts"

[segretecose]

‘when you lose your teenage features’ ‘when you lose your teenage style’ you guys i think the word you’re looking for is ‘grow’? perhaps ‘change’ even

[thebrainrotsreal]

EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.

[emptied-cards]

look at this little goober i randomly found on the ikea menu.

[shotmrmiller]

WHAT YOU WROTE WAS AMAZING PLS IM SOBBING I LOVE IT SO MUCH GIVING U SMOOCHES

but okay so you sleep by yourself that night he comes home. you know he goes out with the boys — mostly on the weekends but sometimes the weekdays too — so when he comes home just a bit later than usual it doesn’t ring any alarm bells even if you pout a little. and you damn near run into his arms and snuggle into his neck only to smell — not him. something, someone else has touched what you thought was yours.

you pull back from the hug to look him over further. clothes mussed up, lips looking like they were bitten, a little flushed. a little like when you two —

you swallow thickly, throat lining with glass and tears as you suck in a breath. you find that you can’t actually form words for a moment, worried that only bile and venom would come out.

“did you fuck someone?”

he looks panicked — guilty — and you don’t even need him to say it for you to know what he’s done.

“who?” you ask, voice barely there, only able to be heard over the icy silence that followed your question. he replies one of the other pets. you nod, more to yourself than anything, trying not to scream your heart out at him.

but your heart cracks the moment he opens his mouth.

for the first time since you began living with him, you slept alone.

(you did scream at him. tripping over your words and panicked breaths and streams of tears. how could he do this. he didn’t call, didn’t ask. did he even think to? did he even care?)

you’re exhausted. too tired crying like you’ve never cried before, feeling like the weight of betrayal is crushing you as you sleep.

you almost fear that it’ll kill you.

the next day — friday — he knocks on your door before he goes to work. he tells you to have a good day. you don’t acknowledge him.

but you miss him. you absolutely fucking hate him but you miss him so much, it hurts. that particular ache is almost worse than the one of betrayal.

almost.

by mid day, you figure you should give him a chance to talk. he obviously feels guilty, and you love him. despite everything, you love him.

so you clean yourself up and try to look a little pretty for him, wearing a cute slip lingerie dress and bows on your ears.

you clean up around the flat a little. you fold his clothes — he’s been grumbling about it lately and always say he’d do it later. so you do it for him, folded with precision and left to sit on the edge of the bed.

you’re still upset and anxious and everything in between. the nerves make it hard to feel anything and you feel too sick to eat. but you nibble on some bread, knowing he wouldn’t want you to neglect yourself. you love him.

when it starts getting later, you decide to make him his favorite cookies. it’s been awhile since you’ve made him anything, and you’ve always enjoyed making these for him. the sweetest kisses tend to follow.

the night rolls around to the point where you know he’s off work. it’ll take him a little to get home, so you settle on the couch and wait.

but as the hours tick by, later and later, the worry grows and gnaws and threatens to split you from the inside out.

maybe he’s out with the boys again? you’d think, given the circumstances, he’d want to come home to you. but old habits die hard, you suppose.

but it gets later. and later.

later than he ever would be out even when things were perfect between you two.

it shatters you. where was he? what was he doing? was he —

the thought makes you sick.

he comes home after midnight. after you wretched in the toilet and cried yourself to sleep — again.

didn’t he love you too?

he sees the cookies put away in a container and a pit grows in his stomach, a void ready to eat his heart. whatever is left of it, anyways.

there’s a note sitting on the top.

“sleep well.”

the writing was shaky and it looks like a few tears spilled onto the words as you wrote them.

your usual xoxo at the bottom was crossed out.

you beat me to it:)

you bloody beat me to it. Fool me once.

your eyes are blank as if the life had all but faded from them, and in a way, they had.

Sitting him down, you calmly, (calmly, because there is nothing in you left other than acceptance, and youll be damned before you ever beg a man to want you) say, "I'll be leaving in the morning."

He tries to say something but nothing he could ever say will fix what he chose to break. "No, the fact that i'm even bothering to tell you is a courtesy you don't deserve. You've made your bed, now continue to lie in it with whoever you keep seeing after work." Smoothly, you get up and walk towards your room.

There is no rancor in your heart for whoever it is he's been with. After all, the one in the relationship with you was him.

You stuff a towel under the door, covering the gap, and clutch your collar to your chest, letting the last tears youll ever cry over him track down your cheeks. He doesn't deserve to see nor hear your pain.

You call an uber while he's at work and disappear.

When he comes back home, the place is dark and empty. He sits at the dinner table alone, with two fingers of whiskey in front of him, and in his hand is the last note you left him, stiff with dried tears and an xoxo at the very bottom.

What makes him crumble is when he sees the glint of your personalized collar on his nightstand, and it finally hits him that you're gone. For good.

listening to eurielle while writing epic sad is just chefs kiss.

[anotherfandomtrash]

@alittlesliceofcucumber got the great idea for tgaa x disco elysium and I couldn't resist not to draw it. I didn't get far in the de yet, so I didn't want to put characters in other roles, but Gina is a kid who would call pigs fa**ots, that's basically canon. Anyway, love my two fave detectives interacting

[vaguely-concerned]

you know it is hard to not feel for caterina a little in my worldstate. she loses sight of lucanis for a couple of months while her other grandson has her in jail for grandmother time-out, and by the time she sees him again he is in full undying devotion mode for the guy she sent to get him back. her grandson finally brought someone home, and it's a fairly low-level elven mortalitasi whose family background is 'idk we found this baby in a crypt and liked their vibes' who will not be giving her any biological grandchildren. not even one of the politically well-connected scheming mortalitasi, which could at least have been useful (nevarra is a bustling market for the crows! twenty contracts on the king alone and still going strong! still a payday baby let the good times roll!), but one of the dutybound earnest little freaks they keep down in the necropolis to wrangle skeletons and write esoteric papers and who frankly don't care that much about murder b/c death comes to us all in its own time anyway trust us on this one. lucanis looks at him like he hung the moon, the sun, every celestial object and glittering star in the sky, like he's the only real thing in the world. and in caterina vision she sees this weird little slip of a goth mage guy wearing too much kohl who cracks jokes at strange times and is so hard to read but also gives her the unmistakable flinty 'I'll try to keep this civil if you do the same. If.' eye contact over lucanis' shoulder sometimes, with the utter grave calm that only someone who's a speaker to the dead (and the dead are savage) and who has killed several gods and wouldn't back down from second deicide if necessary could bring to bear. she sucks and deserves this and more but she also does have a whole Situation on her hands here

(I love that rye's relationship to lucanis' family is basically 'I met some of the most insufferable people. but, they also met me'. he tangoed with the god of lies and betrayal so he could waltz his way through a dellamorte family dinner relatively unscathed)

[astrangeghost]

OFFICIALLY HALFWAY THROUGH BPJD!!!!!! so that means. that I just watched ep31. aka the episode where Yuuta has to sneak into an all-girl's school to investigate a series of thefts. the fabled crossdressing episode....! haha I've been pretty excited for it because early on when I first started watching the show I was like. I'm picking up a closet transfem vibe from Yuuta..... trust me on this... and then i learned there was an episode where Yuuta crossdresses and i was like WOAAHHH I'll can my egg hc 'till I get to that one so i can see how Yuuta reacts and gauge it from there >:)))) AND . AND yes there was that classic 'ah so embarrassing!' bit but it was short-lived, Yuuta modeled dresses in front of his family/neighbors who all support and they're all like yesss omg you're soooo cute ^_^! try on this one next! IT WAS ADORABLE HONESTLY AWAAGAH So Yuuta goes by Yuuko in the school, and there's not too much shown of her life but shes not really embarrassed at all to be dressed up as a girl/wearing a skirt, the only times where she really seems hesitant is when other characters poke fun at her(and even thats just light ribbing! theres no 'omg why are you dressed like a GIRL when youre a GUY THATS SO DUMB' or 'you look so masculine and out of place' none of that!!) I am in love with bpjd and I think this is one of my fav episodes now...(minus the villain tbh.the catholic theming was fun but like her design was just... uhh no thanks) the surrounding characters gave off a really understanding and supportive vibe we love to see it !!!! lets fucking go Yuuko so happy for you!!!!!!!!!!!!

[elverrie]

buffy starting season 6 being so miserable and getting out all alone by herself from her own grave and ending it feeling the fire again and crawling back up from the pit with dawn the person she loves the most in the whole world i-