#I'm here to change that

[harmonysixx]

I wish I had a big brother who sang me sea shanties (and summoned hurricanes) when I'm upset.

[cruci-fried]

[marcirose]

What are they fighting over? Who knows. Someone probably ate the last of the cookie jar

[fishbrain-glubglub]

Excerpt from a larger story I'm working on. Enjoy :)

TW: Slight Internalized Transphobia

As I entered my bedroom window, finally ready to fall asleep for the night, my thoughts were solely focused on releasing my tortured chest from its bindings and collapsing into bed. I haphazardly removed my cape from my shoulders and threw it in my hamper in the corner. With a heavy sigh, I grabbed the hem of my uniform top and carefully peeled it off, exposing my large bare chest to the bland beige walls of my apartment. 

“Clark?”

My entire body froze. My blood ran cold. My throat constricted until I could not take another breath. There was a buzzing noise that enveloped my entire hearing loud enough that I almost didn’t hear my name getting called again in earnest.

“Clark?”

I slowly looked over at my bedroom door, my body refusing to unclench itself from its terrified position, and my stomach dropped to the floor.

Bruce was standing halfway in the doorway, one hand clenched tightly around the doorknob, the other cradling a vintage bottle of too expensive wine that was no doubt from his personal cellar. His face, usually so poised and confident, was rife with confusion and what looked close enough to horror that my arms finally had the decency to drop my uniform top and wrap themselves as tightly as they could to my still naked chest.

“I-I can explain!” I croaked out.

Bruce’s eyes snapped up from my chest to my face at my words, his face twisting from blatant emotions to something completely unreadable. My stomach dropped from my feet to the first floor of the apartment complex. I wanted to bolt back out through my window and as far away as I could, but I was still frozen in place, staring back at my boyfriend with absolute horror and already terrifyingly close to tears.

Very slowly, Bruce entered the rest of the way into my bedroom, closed the door behind him, and set the wine bottle on my dresser. He took a few cautious steps closer, but my feet decided to unglue themselves from the floor and immediately took several steps back. Bruce stopped, looked back down at my arm-wrapped chest, then back at my face with that same damned blank face that made me want to both scream and throw up. I wasn’t sure which I preferred at the moment, but anything was better than doing nothing.

After what felt like an eternity of mental torment, Bruce took another few cautious steps closer, his hand reaching out and carefully setting warm calloused skin on my arm. It wasn’t until I felt the grounding pressure of Bruce’s touch that I realized I had been trembling violently. Tears quickly clouded my vision and threatened to gush down my face as Bruce mirrored the gesture with his other hand and began rubbing my arms gently up and down. I couldn’t do nor say anything that would convince Bruce that what he saw wasn’t real, some trick of the light or a random bout of magic. I was terrified to open my mouth again to try and explain myself, pretty sure that I would start to sob loudly instead. So I just kept my mouth firmly shut and took shaky breaths through my nose. Nothing I could do would explain the situation I had firmly face planted in.

“Clark?” Bruce’s voice was cautious and soft, causing my sealed lips to tremble. “Honey, are you… are you okay?”

An involuntary gasp left my mouth, causing my body to shake as it contained a fast approaching sob. This was not supposed to happen. This was never supposed to happen. Not like this. Not so exposing and abrupt. Not so out of control.

He wasn’t supposed to know.

I had it under control.

He wasn’t supposed to find out.

And now…

Now…

There was a gentle brush of a thumb across my cheek. I hadn’t realized the tears I was fighting to stop had already begun to streak my face. Bruce's warm thumb brushed away any stray tears in its path, leaving nothing but warmth in its wake.

“Kal?”

That's what broke me. That damn name from his lips, the name I told him was given to me at my birth on Krypton, cut through my soul like a kryptonite blade. My legs gave out beneath me, causing my knees to land harshly against my thinly carpeted floor. Bruce followed me down, still cradling my face and arm in his gentle touch. His beautiful steel-blue eyes never left my face as I crumpled around myself in a pitiful ball of disgust. How Bruce could still touch me so gently after what he had seen, I wasn’t sure. I felt gross and pathetic, and more alien than my powers had ever made me. I felt like a fraud, and the one person I never wanted to deceive had found my deepest darkest secret in the worst way possible. I had never craved death more than I had kneeling on my shabby carpeted floor, topless, with Bruce in clear sight of my wrongness.

Maybe I was going to throw up after all.

The hand that brushed away my tears carefully cradled my face and tipped my head up so I was once again face-to-face with Bruce. His face was still blank, but there was a calming comfort to the familiar features. Under different circumstances, I would've leaned in for a slow sweet kiss, but my body stayed frozen where it was, repulsed at the idea that I may never feel the sensation of Bruce’s lips on mine again.

“Hey,” Bruce cooed softly. “Hey now, don’t do that.” His other hand cupped my remaining cheek, so now my face was completely cradled in his careful grasp. “No need to cry, love. It’s okay.” A stifled sob tore from my throat, but Bruce just continued. “I’ve got you, Kal. You’re okay. It’s okay. I’m here. It’s okay.”

I gave Bruce a weak shake of my head. No, it was definitely not okay. In no definition of the word was this very situation anything close to okay. Everything I had worked so hard to hide, everything I had worked so damn hard to seem like the truth crumbled away before my very eyes. Bruce knew. He knew what I truly was. There was no going back from this. This was the line I never wanted to cross, and now that I had, my life would be over. 

This is where Bruce would leave me, call me a freak, disgusting, unnatural, worse than alien, lower than humanity. He would tell the rest of the world what an absolute disgrace their supposed “savior” was and begin a witch hunt for my removal from Metropolis, North America, the whole fucking planet. Everything I had would be lost to me forever, all because I couldn’t be happy with who I was born as. I couldn’t be happy as Caroline Joe Kent, the only daughter of Jonathan and Martha Kent. I couldn’t be happy as Kaia Jor-El, the last survivor and daughter of Krypton. I couldn’t be happy as an icon for all little girls everywhere by being one of the most iconic heroines right next to Wonder Woman herself. I couldn’t be happy as that stupid little girl who grew up wanting to make a difference in the world that she barely understood. I just couldn’t be happy as that girl.

I couldn’t be happy.

So I changed.

And now I was suffering for it.

At some point during my mental spiral, Bruce had cradled my head to his shoulder, wrapped one arm around my back, and started to slowly rock back and forth while rubbing soothing patterns along my bare skin. Wet sobs had begun to crawl their way out of my throat, but they only seemed to make Bruce hold onto me harder as if he could shield me from my own suffering. It was disorienting to feel such gentle care before the unavoidable rejection happened. I wanted to pull away and let Bruce go first, tell him I understood and that there were no hard feelings, then cry myself to sleep. I wanted to plead for him to forget what he saw and not tell a single soul. I wanted to live in a world where I was a real man and not some pathetic imitation. I just wanted to feel whole.

[searay-artist]

I noticed the lack of fanart. Then I thought "I'm an artist"

[secondbeatsongs]

well folks. I've done it

at long last, I have reached the end of the boops

[empty-movement]

Chiho Saito's Illustration Collection artbook is the highest-quality visual media in the Utenaverse. Oversized, single-sided, heavy pages with extremely high quality printing. It is the first artbook I ever scanned.

In 2001, the average screen resolution was 800x600, and I delivered a 1250px wide collection that for a while, took $60 A MONTH to host, because no normal website was hosting images of this ludicrous size. It took my scanner almost an hour to capture a third of each page. I spent months piecing the scans together in Photoshop. It was one of my first true Utena labors of love, and the result is that for decades, these copies have been the definitive copies of Chiho Saito's artwork on the internet. For a very long time, even kinda now, if you see these images, they're probably my scans.

But decades have passed, and I've never been happy with these results, because they couldn't capture the fine details, the paint spills, the sketch beneath poking out, the brilliant use of gradients of dark color to pop the image but drive me insane. What I am finishing up now is a true, archival copy of the artbook. One that delivers such high resolution, that these can print posters larger than the originals, and thanks to some truly brilliant descreening tech, (Thank you Sattva) I've been able to dig up fine details in the work that the printing obscured, but undeniably included.

It's been over 20 years, and it shows. 1250px? Nah, my archive copies are 15,000px wide. I can't wait to finish this and share it with the world. <3

[khalliys]

We're not so different, you and I. Part 1, Part2

From Critical Role C2 E92: Home Is Where the Heart Is

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

[pupcha]

guess who 😈

and I have this art with beta—

I also have a lot of sketches that I hope to finish in the near future (don't pay attention to the fact that there're a lot of Howdy here....)

(hum)beta!Wally (eechy pspsps 🫴)

I don't know what else to show you, so I'll show you (the old ones) art for my mutual :]

Margo for @//thelone-copper ; (I don't know his name 😔🥄🥄🥄) for @//dxkjf

[tamelee]

Happy 3/7day 🥰~! 'One day we'll look back on all these memories and smile about it'

Process + detail:

[keynil]

i speedran this in 5mins purely bc it's extremely important to me that zoro knows how to braid (definitely not bc i remembered how i found out i was gay)

[tum-bakery]

Friendly reminder of the night that if you're trans and fat, you shouldn't feel obligated to lose weight to pass. You can be fat and femme, fat and masc or fat and androgynous, and you don't even need to "pass" if that's not what feels most comfortable/safe for you. You're no less trans or worthy of respect.

Its your skin, and the only person that it needs to bring comfort to is YOU. Not anyone's notion of gender.

[strawbcrrycandy]

Drew some fuck ass outfits to celebrate, i know this is g3 Toradeen and not g1 but i simply don't care i'm just appreciating lesbians in all their incarnations 🫶

[asukachii]

In the summer-like colors running down my cheeks

The words that curse you are stuck in the back of my throat

"Will we meet again?"

[black and white version]

(I don’t like putting watermarks so, PLEASE, if you want to post these gifs somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use them in edits/videos. Thanks~)

[outer-stars]

"hey, it's that waybright kid"