#I hope that’s ok

[arty-e]

I’ve been really enjoying @chrisrin gemcyt au going on right now and I wanted to draw Scott and pearl cause one love their designs and two I loved them as a duo in last life and then their crazy storyline in double life. I also wanted to design them a fusion and I chose the gemstone Apatite mostly cause it was blue and I found the name funny.

[no-see-um-incorrect]

could you maybe write a mini fic about Charlie and Casper having a cuddly night in

(no problem boo I got you❤️)

I am buzzing with excitement over the fact that Charlie was just confirmed as a chronic a little spoon so I hope you enjoy 

It was a long day. A long day of short tips and short tempers. Charlie was used to dealing with rude ass customers and people who take basic human decency as a suggestion. But today it was just getting to him. and he needed something to help it. or more correctly someones.

“Casper I’m home!” he sets his backpack down, takes off his shoes and hangs up his puffer jacket and hears scampering and footsteps coming down the stairs followed by a familiar chattering noise. “hey there little buddy” the little masked ball of fluff snuggles his face against Charlie’s pant leg “I told you daddy was coming home” Casper walks up to Charlie and wraps their arms around his neck and pulls him into a kiss. Charlie polled them closer into a tight hug.

“you good baby?”

“yeah…I just really missed you today” Casper gave him a kiss on the jaw and a good squeeze “well you’re home now. I already got your towel and PJs ready so all you need to do is get in the shower and I’ll order food. Sound good?” He nods and heads to the shower

After he’s done in the shower he gets changed into the baggy pajama pants, Casper had cleaned for him. Casper had washed his bedtime Sweet Pete’s shirt but Charlie’s brain wasn’t cooperating with the fact that he had fabric on his chest and arms so he went shirtless. He walked out of the master bath into the bedroom and sees Casper just getting done putting on their own jammies 

“ooOoOoO titties out? Hell yeah!” “yeah for some reason a shirt just didn’t feel right” Casper wraps their arms around Charlie’s waist and kisses his neck “there little busy tonight so the foods going to be at least a half hour-45 minutes. Hope that’s OK” “that’s fine Cas. I can wait….do you wanna go lay on the couch till they get here?” Casper nods and they make their way to the living room. Casper plopped down on the couch back first, and made grabby hands towards their standing boyfriend. Charlie rolls his eyes and crawls on top of Casper laying his head on their chest.

Casper starts running their fingers through Charlie’s hair. They wrapped their legs around him and kissed the top of his head. All is content.

That is until they hear a little chattering before Charlie feels a soft fluffy mass on the dip of his back.

“is that the little guy?” His speech muffled by Caspers chest. Casper let out a mischievous giggle, which is the only answer he needed. “want me to move him?” Charlie shook his head before nuzzling his face deeper into Caspers chest. “if he wants to cuddle he can cuddle. but I ain’t moving for shit” Casper kissed the top of his head and lightly traced their fingernails down his neck and shoulders up and down. Charlie tightened his arms around their torso. and although the feeling was muffled, they could feel him kissing their chest. 

“I love you Charlie” he lifts his head up and gives them a kiss “love you too Cas…I needed this Today” “well it’s here anytime you want it baby you just say the word” they give him a soft kiss on the forehead, and he lays his head back down on Caspers chest, this time snuggling into the crook of their neck 

The end

I could’ve made this with a lot more angst than there had to be. Hope you enjoy. 

[spiderversegf]

healing is when you have an intrusive thought and instead of having a meltdown you go “girl what?? shut up” and move on

[sanguine-squid]

look at my biology headcanons boy

[roppiepop]

Who’s coming to the cookout?

[bloggingboutburgers]

Quick reminder since apparently it bears reminding in both directions: if bigoted people, closed-minded people overall, or your own internalized insecurities misinterpret a queer person’s message in a way that hurts/endangers you, yeah, it sucks, but it’s not the fault of the queer person in question, nor should it be a reason for them to silence themselves. They’re probably as hurt/pissed as you are that someone misinterpreted and misused their message to do harm.

Of course sadly there’ll still be queer people that actually DO mean harm and dismissal to other queer people – I ain’t speaking for those and it’s not the best way to ensure their and others’ wellbeing imo. I’m just saying – not all people will be like that. That’s what I want to believe. So hopefully let’s not put everyone in the same bag, keep supporting each other, WHILE allowing each other to advocate for our own visibility, without having to self-erase or self-censor to accomodate to what haters might say.

It’ll be tougher this way, maybe, because humans seem to like to draw extreme conclusions very quick, but I don’t believe there’s any better way for us all to be alright and stay alright on the long run.

[isjasz]

🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌖

(happy eclipse day yesterday🎆🎆🎆)

[little-eye-guy]

"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere

[wetslug]

ppl who r using poll results as a way to Prove Something about society or come to any conclusion.. i hope you are aware that tumblr users are one of the most biased population groups you could conceivably find. gob bless

[puerto-nic0]

[triona-tribblescore]

I WANNA DRAAWW!! RAHHHGG!! Absolutely swamped with college work, im so tired TT (hence whatever tf this is lmao)

[inktho]

If Flertom had long hair as a child…

[orcaking]

My body is a collection of all the parts that came before! 🌱🌱🌱

[Image ID: A drawing of a trans masculine person, nude except for underwear. The figure has top surgery scars, and no head, the bottom of a jaw bone with plants growing from it floating above the neck. There are flowers, mushrooms, and stars surrounding the figure, and a bird flying to the left of the canvas. /. End ID]

[inafallsaway]

Drawing time!

[earl-of-221b]

I can’t explain what blue eye samurai makes me feel…….its a typical revenge story, a man sets out on his hero’s journey to kill the four men who have wronged him. A lone ronin, wide brimmed hat and sword in hand, roaming Edo Japan on his vendetta. But he’s not a man. He’s a woman. And how has he been wronged? What’s she getting revenge on?

On the fact that she exists. She wants revenge on the four white men that could possibly have conceived her. Who got her Japanese mother pregnant with a blue-eyed child. And not just any blue-eyed child, but a girl child. How is she possibly supposed to live in the world like that? For the wrong of being conceived, for the wrong of being born, for the wrong of being birthed into a world that will never love or accept her, she will kill her father.

I don’t know what level of convoluted self hate that is. Is she a child of rape? Or a child of a whore? Halfway through I realise what she told herself at the start couldn’t possibly be true - it’s not really for her mother. Her mother wasn’t the root of her vendetta, she wasn’t really doing it for her. When she leaves that farm and leaves the chance to live a simple, legitimate life as a woman, she goes right back to hunting down the men. Those men personally wronged her.

And then there’s so much to be discussed surrounding the way she grew up, because as a boy child and a man she can afford so much more than life has dealt her. Her swordfather who took her in out of the love and care in his heart had no shame in teaching a mixed man his art. The face of a ‘demon’ is fine. But not the identity of a woman. Shh. Don’t say it. Don’t confess. He knows and doesn’t want to hear it.

And because she’s lived that way her entire life for safety and security, she’s so completely alienated from being a woman, perhaps she really is he. But not really by choice. Or is it? The thing she does best is the art of killing, the art of men. Gender is a prison and gender is a performance and she has to choose which to perform. The times cannot reconcile hatred and violence with a woman. So she lives as a man.

So she can get revenge on her father, for revenge on herself.

[olasketches]

I can’t contain it anymore guys… I absolutely love uncle sukuna. I am actually obsessed.