#I WASNT ANSWERS

[turrondeluxe]

always happy about the fact that in 2012, mikey often asked donnie questions if he didn't understand something and donnie always answered no matter what

this can be seen in a bunch of episodes but my favorite example of it it's the one in half shell heroes where mikey is extremely excited to be in the museums and is the one actively asking donnie questions about the exhibits they saw and also actively listening to donnie's explanation (before raph got silly lmao). he was very excited to learn!!!

And while it's true that mikey would lose interest quite fast if the explanation got too lengthy with too many technical terms, it doesn't change the fact that he does retain the info donnie is always rambling on about different things!!! (even if mikey himself doesn't notice he's doing it lol) and also i find it very sweet that no matter if donnie himself got annoyed, donnie would always answer the questions. no matter what. he would always try to explain if he didn't understand something

This is prob because mikey is the one brother who is often seeking out donnie to pass time around him Meaning that donnie might have used mikey as his rubber ducky whenever mikey hangs out with him while he's working (explained him a lot of his experiments and theories while trying to solve them himself and in this way mikey also learnt in the process WHILE spending time with his brother! win win!)

it also helps donnie because accompanies him while not letting him get lonely in his lab 24/7, sometimes explaining things to someone makes it better to understand it yourself AND it's shown in the comics that donnie is quite used to his brothers just Living as background noise and literally cannot function without it lmao

They are literally the two smart kids in the family even if none of them notice it and it's all because mikey looks up to his brother and is like an sponge with donnie around. donnie is actively teaching mikey and mikey is learning! even if they have no idea they are doing it

[formosusiniquis]

When Mike Wheeler, red faced and still faintly tear stained, asks him how he knew he liked both Steve doesn’t know how to tell him it was his sister.

Before Nancy Wheeler it had only been boys. Before Nancy Wheeler Steve had been sure he was gay and knew well enough to keep it to himself; dating around enough to earn himself a protective reputation. Before Nancy Wheeler there’d been Marcus Summers, from the baseball team, during freshman year. Steve had gone to every game, and had been forced to make up excuses about schoolwork and his other commitments when asked why he hadn’t tried out for himself. Before Nancy Wheeler there’d been Tommy Hagan. The summer between seventh and eighth grade had been very kind to Tommy, he was sunkissed and boy next door sweet, Steve had wanted to hold his hand and count the freckles across the bridge of his nose. 

Before Nancy Wheeler there’d been his first love, a boy who only visited one summer, the year Steve turned ten. His name had changed every time they hung out but he’d favored E’s. Eli, Emmett, Elliott, Eric, Excalibur, Excelsior, and once for about an hour Wayne. His hair brushed his chin in pretty brown curls and his big brown eyes were always bright with excitement. He always got storm off mad when any of the other boys they’d played with that summer said he was acting like a girl, E would run off to the woods and Steve would always follow. E always came up with the best games anyway, he didn’t like playing soccer or HORSE or anything else with rules that couldn’t be bent; he preferred imagination games where they were knights or wizards. He didn’t laugh when Steve said he always liked playing house, but never wanted to be the dad because why would he want to be someone who never wanted to spend any time with his kids. E who, while insisting on being called Samwise all day, was his first kiss.

Cause he knows what Mike wants to hear. He’s seen the way Mike and Will have danced around each other since the last portal closed. He’s heard the things Mike has said to and about Will. He’s heard all about the week that Will was in the Upside Down. He’s heard all about the summer of ‘85. He’s heard all about the final off again that seems to officially mark the end of Mike and El romantically. He knows that Mike wants him to say that he’d never even thought about boys before he met Eddie. That there’s just something special about Eddie that makes him want to give up his lady killing ways. That Eddie was different. That it was okay that he was having these scary new thoughts, maybe Will was just an exception.

And Steve doesn’t know how to have that conversation. When he realized he liked both it was a relief, that maybe he could have something normal and wouldn't have to spend his life lying or hiding. 

But Eddie was different. Eddie was special. Eddie was probably it for Steve which is scary in a different way that he’s not ready to touch yet -- not when it’s only been three months.

There’s never been another girl since Nancy Wheeler, not really

There will never be another boy after Eddie Munson.

So he tries to help, as best he can. It’s easier with Eddie there, not quite dozing against his shoulder -- the kid’s emergencies always seem to come so late at night these days. “When I was ten, there was a boy whose name kept changing who decided prince charming should get to kiss his faithful knight. And when I was sixteen, your sister-”

Mike’s goodwill diminishes quickly as his sister gets introduced to the conversation.

“Stevie,” Eddie says. It’s not an admonishment for bringing up Nancy. It’s awestruck and watery. “You remember that?”

“Of course I remember the first boy I ever loved," that word catches up with him a second later. Remember. 

Cause there's Eddie with his riot of brown curls and his Bambi eyes. Eddie, who has explained why soft feminine words chafe against his skin leaving him itchy and anxious. Eddie, who has an Uncle in Hawkins. Eddie who moved to town the summer before he entered high school with a buzzed head and his mother's last name. Eddie who finally settled into an E he liked best.

"Wheeler, here's a tip from me to you," Eddie says, his advice is always better received than Steve's anyway, "if you have to ask you probably already know."

"Straight people don't really spend much time wondering if they aren't really straight," Steve agrees.

They don't rush Mike out the door, a crisis is a crisis and even in the wake of new discoveries Mike deserves to be heard out. Deserves a chance to cry and rage and feel those emotions someplace safe from his Reaganite father -- just as much as Will deserves to have someone who knows what they want come to him, deserves better than experimentation.

They cross the bridge from late into early by the time Mike sets off. The sun is creeping up over the horizon and Mike looks solid, certain; the dawn hints at the man he is growing up to be. Though every instinct of Steve's begs him to drive the kid home, Eddie's soft hand lingering at his hip holds him fast. They wave instead, encouraging Mike to go home and to bed before he does anything; knowing his front bike tire is already pointed toward the Byers-Hopper place.

"The first boy you ever loved, huh, Stevie?" Eddie teases before the door has even managed to click shut.

"And the last, I'm hoping, if I play my cards right."

"You were always pretty good at that. You were the only person that summer who called me by my name, except Wayne."

"It was your name." He knows that's too simple. Knows how hard Eddie has had it, continues to have it. But that summer it had been that simple, Eddie trying on names like shirts each one fitting until they didn't. "For what it's worth, I like Eddie a lot more than Excalibur."

"Oh fuck off, I was going through a fantasy knight phase. Which I know you remember."

"Right a phase, and how much longer is this fantasy 'phase' going to last?"

They're the kind of tired that makes you feel drunk, when Eddie tackles Steve and sends them both to the floor and to giggles. Eddie might not have been his bi awakening, but Steve is pretty fine with him being his everything else.

[nibbelraz]

sqq is mid

Mobei Jun trying to express that his husband is better than Junshangs

[justladders]

Giving your Springtrap a bouquet of flowers, he’s very handsome!!!!!!!!

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[aeirithgainsborough]

YELLOWJACKETS WEEK DAY 2 ➙ favourite character

[buwheal]

Man although I can't send this and have Spamton see the image (cuz it would be text instead) I'll send it to you and you can give me your opinion about it.

What do you think...

...about...

...snowy Spamton?

IT SNOWED YESTERDAY YESS!!!

(this was on a car btw, which made it even better)

[royalarchivist]

QSMP Global unlocked a new page!

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[good-to-drive]

[galaxysugarr]

What's the name of the Bloodmoon & little Sun Au & what's the backstory to it?

I never really gave it an 'Official' AU title, it became known as the "Lil Sun AU" cause that's what my friends called it when i first shared the comic lol. For some backstory, Bloodmoon twins (split apart originally) where created and raised in a lab as experiments (among many others) before escaping and living freely. They didn't care much for civilization or settling down so they chose the life of a wanderer and feeding off the wildlife to survive. Later finding Sun, an newly escaped experiment, taking him in even though he causes a huge risk to their safety. With many scientists/military an trained beasts out to re-capture Sun to take him back. :>

[ghelgheli]

Well in that case we can also argue that ''trans woman" fonctions as an umbrella gender characterized by a particular adversarial and oppositional relationship to patriarchy: transmisogyny produces trans womanhood, and afab trans women are certainly this.

''Trans woman'' is also an essentialist archetype that some trans women fail to met (e.g those born with a vulva, those who can bear children).

The social reality of the afab transfem can be similar to the one of (conventional) transfemininity if the afab person is perceived (and thus treated) as a transfem..so what about those people ? Aren't they functionally transfem ? Their lived material experience isn't transfem? However similarity can also arises from interesections between racialization, misogyny, or lesbianism, intersexuality, detransition etc, creating experiences that are functionally like or adjacent to trans womanhood. Some afabs can also be ''women by dint of being less than women'' and thus are transfems, this is not exclusive to amab transfems.

the crux of your problem is this sentence: "the social reality of the afab transfem can be similar to the one of (conventional) transfemininity if the afab person is perceived (and thus treated) as a trans fem"

this is the main justification I see being used for claims of transfemininity/trans womanhood/being tma by people who were cafab: people keep mistaking me for a tranny, and that makes me a tranny! this rests on a complete misunderstanding of the systemic nature of transmisogyny. being mistaken for a trans woman, even on the regular, does not put someone in the same totalizing relationship to hegemonic gender, for the simple reason that (as I have now said multiple times) the logic of transmisogyny operates thru birth assignment. the corrective violence of transmisogyny is applied specifically because betraying coercive assignment as male puts a person in a unique degenerate position as far as cisheteropatriarchy is concerned. someone who was cafab will always have their birth assignment as a shield against this, even if there are instances of mistaken identity where it cannot be used in time.

you may retort that sometimes the violence against someone who was cafab proceeds apace despite disclosure of this assignment—perhaps in the case of the cafab butch lesbian facing street violence (thinking of nearby versions of hannah gadsby's story in nannette), or the working class transmasc on T running up against discrimination at the workplace, or, famously, the case of woman athletes, generally Black and sometimes intersex as in the case of Caster Semenya, being banned from sports competitions (I imagine this is one of the examples you're alluding to when you mention intersections). but to equivocate this to transfemininity is itself violent erasure. you would be neglecting that in every case there is a difference between the person under discussion and someone against whom transmisogyny has set its whole machinery.

there are tma masc lesbians, there are working class transfems on T, there are Black trans women for whom participation in sport is yet more complicated. the realities of navigating the legal-medical-social apparatus of gender is multiplied in impossibility for all of them, because birth assignment is the charge laid by transmisogyny to condemn the trans woman. whatever intersection your "afab transfem" sits at, there will always be this difference between them and transfemininity. this is a difference that will be leveraged against the latter, not the former.

if you think you can reskin my argument as you have in this ask and maintain its fit to reality, then you understand neither misogyny nor transmisogyny. transmisogyny against the "afab transfem" is a mistake by the lights of hegemonic gender itself, to be amended (not necessarily into something harmless, but certainly into something different) upon the revelation of birth assignment. meanwhile the misogyny experienced by trans women (including closeted trans women, including the trans girl who does not even know why she is being treated thus!) does not happen by accident, but as part of the logic of (trans)misogyny itself, because trans women fail to be men despite their birth assignment and this demands punishment. there is not an escape-by-disclosure here. in other words, misogyny deliberately makes trans women women! there is no defense the trans woman can mount on the basis of birth assignment, because that is the very event against which her existence is measured.

this is not true of your imagined afab transfem, nor is any further punishment systemically levelled against the "afab transfem" because of their failing to meet the "essentialist archetype" of trans womanhood. on the contrary, the "afab transfem" remains asymmetrically empowered to use transmisogyny against the transfeminine. yes, cafab ppl are not exempt from violent transphobia, but this is not a violence predicated on the same gender-betrayal the transfeminine person embodies. the political distinction between these experiences remains.

a final point: you are correct that some cafabs can be "woman by dint of being less than woman" but I never claimed that this was a unique trait of transfemininity! in fact I made it clear that this is a common condition for many women (ableism, fatphobia, classism, etc. can all degender a woman). what is unique is the role the logic of transmisogyny plays in defining transfemininity, and the specific manner in which it underclasses the transfeminine subject—makes her the kind of person for whom only a certain, highly peripheralized form of existence is permissible.

if you are interested in describing the way the world is (hopefully with intent to change it) then this is not the way to go about that. any careful analysis of the power relations that cisheteropatriarchy uses to facilitate gender-classing in service of the division of labour will make this clear. you can argue whatever you want! you can also be wrong.

[bulletsxlattes]

Replying to your post about some Jaytim requests

So I have this envision of gamer Tim in an oversized t-shirt hanging off his shoulder, bare legs and wearing a cat eared headset. And having Jason maybe turned on or something seeing Tim like that

I started writing a fic about it but I’m in a bit of a slump atm. I had Tim opening the door in my story. Jay not expecting it. But for sketching purposes, them together cuddled up could be cute! Ooh that’s where my story could go since I was going to have Tim injured his leg 🙌

Sorry😅🫣

Anyway if that’s something you like, go for it!😊 If not totally understand and good luck! 🫶

Look forward to see what you’ll create ❤️ (PS - I’ve never done anything like this before. Giving ideas)

Hello, mccutcheon121 !! Thanks for the request! And dont worry about it being your first time sending one! It was a great request :) I decided to do a little bit of everything you mentioned 😅 so I hope you don't mind and I wish you the best of luck with completing your fic!

[puppyeared]

I'd kill for Asriel. Your Asriel art made me cry. Thx /pos

thankyu ^_^ heres a drawing of him drawn in 2013 style deviantart

[cozymochi]

I wonder how bat dad would look in your style... General bat dad, chibi bat dad, tsum bat dad, normal bat dad, THERE'S SO MANY DIFFERENT CHOICES!!!!

im gonna go new classic. He’s the new P.Y.T— stands for paid, young, and taking on the world from the drivers seat

[justarandomart]

I used this request as an excuse to draw one of my favorite screenshots (under the cut)

thank you for the request @fangirling-heart

[buwheal]

*its an old Ecard featuring Garfield. There is a picture of Garfield commenting about his annoyance that its only midweek and the bottom text says "hang in there"*

[kaciidubs]

Chan’s recent insta post is so boyfriend/husband coded I can’t :(

Imagine him taking you out for dinner and you take your child with you and chan holds the baby secure to his chest while admiring you with heart eyes… brb gonna cry please hand me some tissues cuz the thought of how gentle chan would be is making me melt like how carefully he would hold his baby and shush them every time his child’s shows the slightest bit of discomfort….

Oh god please, I just woke up to see those and now THIS?! Be still my beating heart 😩

"Chris, you don't have to hold her, you know - the high chair is fine."

"I know, I know, but I want to."

Looking up at him over the edge of the menu, you can't help the way your heart flutters when he bounces your daughter against his chest; his eyes soft and warm as they gaze at her soft features.

'The perfect mix of me and you' - he'd always say.

"I hope you keep that same energy when we get our food, I don't think she'll appreciate being passed off for some steak."

The teasing joke was met with a series of disgruntled coos from the baby in his arms; tiny hands doing a number on the drool stained collar of his jacket.

Chris bounced her lightly, lips pouted as he cooed back, "No, no, no, I would never do that! Daddy thinks you're worth more than all the steaks in the world!"

After putting in your orders, you found yourselves melting into conversation about anything and everything that came to mind, slowly forgetting about the world around you.

"You should've seen the look on Hannah's face when-" Snapping out of your heated retelling, you were suddenly highly aware of the way he was gazing at you; head slightly tilted, lips curved into a soft smile, and eyes filled with so much adoration you swore your heart skipped several beats. "Chris, baby."

He hummed, his position resolute even with a wiggly baby in his clutches - a bashful heat of embarrassment washed over you.

"You're staring at me!"

"I love you."

Those three words fell from his lips effortlessly, he was in awe with you, in love with you and the life you created - the life you're building with him. His little family doing something so simple as getting dinner suddenly turning into one of the many nights he would never forget.

Your lips curved into a smile, a soft chuckle bubbling up at his sentimentality, "I love you, too."

Your daughter made a babbling sound, wiggling around before unceremoniously opening her mouth and mushing her face against Chris' cheek; slathering the skin with copious amounts of baby spit.

The sound he made was a cross between a yelp and disgruntled laughter, "Okay! I love you, too, baby girl, thank you for the kisses." He tried to crane his face away as best he could, but she simply followed with high pitched squeals.

Doing your best to not burst into laughter, you took that as your sign to get her dinner from the diaper bag hanging on the back of your chair. "She's hungry, but if you wanna say those are kisses, be my guest."

"Ah, she definitely gets that from you." He grinned, managing to save himself from the face suckling long enough to take the bottle you held out.

Your eyes narrowed playfully, "Weren't you just saying how much you loved me and how you appreciated me being your wife and the mother of our daughter?"

"I mean- I didn't get to the second part yet!"

"Well you should."

Chuckling lightly, he made sure your daughter had a proper hold on her bottle before looking up at you with loving eyes, "I love you, not only for being my wife and the mother of our daughter, but for being you - for being all I could have dreamed for and so much more."

Your heart swelled, words befalling you as you watched him go back to watching his daughter with the same look he gave to you; infatuation, adoration, love.

Shaking your head softly, you watched the scene before you as the scent of your food drew near.

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