#brutification

[buildamusclebear]

I can't wait to be full of steroids. To be bigger, stronger, more masculine and dumber. Turn me into a muscle monster fill me with roids and protein!!! I need to grow!!! MAKE ME GROW HUGE!!!

[buildamusclebear]

Always bigger 💪🏽

Always manlier 🔥

Always dumber 🤤

That's all I want to be.

Sound on for this one.

[dragmon]

Hatchday gifts! Taizura

For @Taizura o3o

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[occamstfs]

Evo Bio 101

Annoyed at the prospect of wasting time during his simple lectures, Craig's misplaced ambitions lead to a first hand lesson in (d)evolutionary biology.

Was possessed by the idea and couldn't not write it haha! Here's a story taking hair growth and brutification to the extreme ! Hope you enjoy! -Occam

It’s not that Craig didn’t want to teach the class, he was grateful to have a chance to instruct on anything even remotely close to his research area. Intro to Evolutionary Biology was directly in his wheelhouse and given how cutthroat his department was he was more than happy to jump at the chance.

It’s just- the class was so introductory it’s insulting. The course is required for all students in the university’s tiny biological anthropology program and judging by the recommended syllabus given to him by the department head, there’s not a day where Craig is going to teach his students anything they don’t already know.

Complaining under his breath as he makes his way to the classroom across campus, the doctoral candidate wonders if any of his undergraduates are even going to show up given how remedial the material seems. Kicking the air he wishes to himself that he’ll get the chance to teach them something novel. To show them what their field is all about, how man became man rather than droll lectures on Darwin’s finches and Mendel’s peas.

As soon as he utters the words to no one he shivers and his skin prickles with goosebumps before he fully stumbles over himself just outside the classroom door. There’s a quiet buzzing in the air and he looks around to find its source before noticing the time on an overhead clock and realizing he’s already late. Bumbling into the classroom he adjusts his tie and apologizes as he rushes to get his laptop set up.

“Sorry guys! Always forget these dinky 101 courses are relegated to the middle of nowhere,” there are a few quiet laughs but the lecturer is sure they’re just trying to appease him. He knows because he’s laughed at countless half-jokes from professors over the years. Craig continues to awkwardly mumble to the class as he waits for his equipment to bootup. After getting his introductory powerpoint running he wipes his brow and for the first time turns to look at his small class.

It’s then that he notices how warm it is in the room. Wiping his forehead, his stuffy sleeve wicks sweat from his brow and he assumes it’s just from nerves at standing in front of the bored faces of students who have done nothing today but go over reading lists and play icebreakers. Might as well get this over with. “Welcome all to the intro course on Evolutionary Biology! I’ll be your instructor, Craig Stoll. See a few familiar faces around here from courses I’ve TAed, you guys can just call me Craig. I assume this is no one’s first rodeo-” 

Craig opens his mouth to slyly complain about how basic the material is, to mock the university requiring people well on their way to becoming experts in the field to waste time going over the most absolute basics. But before he can speak, it’s like his throat has been zapped free of moisture. He tries to clear his throat a couple times, stretching open his mouth in between doing so as he struggles in front of his few students. 

Smiling awkwardly as his forehead sweats even heavier under the bright lights above the lectern he turns and digs through his bag for the water bottle that scarcely leaves his side. Still turned away from the class he forces it to his lips and guzzles for a few seconds straight. After a moment he pauses and breathes heavily for a few seconds, gasping for air just as hungrily as he was gulping for water, and then he gets right back to it. Lifting the bottle perpendicular to the Earth as he drinks like he’s dying of thirst.

All students present eye him apprehensively, most of them had seen him countless times over the years sitting performatively uptight as he graded assignments and aided professors as needed. Never could they imagine him doing something so uncouth. One sophomore whispers to her neighbor, Dawson, concerned at how nervous the researcher seems. He replies mocking Craig, excited to see the meek man who gave him a 79 on a final last semester crash and burn.

Letting his bottle fall away once more there isn’t a thought in his mind questioning how peculiar what just happened was. He was thirsty, and now he no longer is. Simple. Craig turns back with a wide smile at his classroom clearing his throat once more this time successfully. He doesn’t notice how his voice echoes through the lecture hall, decidedly deeper than it should be, “Ahh, that’s better! Sorry again y’all!” 

In the front row a student motions for him to wipe his face as water is clearly dripping down his ever-so-slightly shadowed jaw. Craig’s face burns red as he does so, for the first time realizing himself that he’s acting a tad strange. This is only more apparent as he feels a burp begin to rise. He did drink that water awfully fast. Before the thought even occurs to him to silence it he lets it loose, producing the loudest burp he’s ever heard. Stunning the classroom to silence.

Even the student eager to watch Craig fail was shocked enough to grimace in second hand embarrassment as he sees the man’s eyes dull while burping like an animal in front of his class before scrambling back to his senses. “Oh jeez, I don’t know what’s gotten into me today- Let’s just, uhm, get to it.”

Directing his class’ attention to the slides he squirms and adjusts his tie with sweaty palms as he realizes how uncomfortable his clothes feel all of a sudden. Struggling to get the thing loose he grunts and flexes his feet as he suddenly feels confined. Trapped in his shoes. Shaking his head to stay focused he pointedly ignores the feeling of his toes poking the front of his dress shoes and starts lecturing.

Clicking past the introduction his brow furrows as he sees the title of the first slide of substance, ‘What is Evolutionary Biology?’ Grunting once more, Craig scratches his chest as he can’t help but address what he thinks to be the elephant in the room, unaware of the eyes staring at him as his arms seem to be stretching out from their sleeves. Not noticing as his perpetually clean shaven face suddenly begins to sprout stubbly sideburns and a scratchy neckbeard.

No, suddenly the rising anger in his mind can’t help but address how stupid it is that his boss is making him explain to these people essentially majoring in evolutionary biology what those words mean. Clenching his jaw as he yanks the tie from his neck and tosses it to the floor he speaks up, his voice clearly rougher than it was even seconds ago, “This is- You all know what evolutionary biology is, obviously,” his voice cracks deeper as he tries to remove his jacket, ignoring how it gets stuck on arms that have impossibly begun to lengthen. Hanging lower and heavier as he struggles against clothes that suddenly feel like they’re holding him captive. “You all know already!”

He hammers a fist down onto his lectern and hears the sound of his shirt tearing from the back. Students flinch in shock and a few begin to gather their things as Craig stares at his arm. His hand shouldn't be that big. Isn’t that big. Seeing the few thick hairs starting to pepper his bulkier wrists, Craig turns to look down at his chest as it begins to grow, grunting ever deeper he stares as two meaty pecs begin to strain the button-up. 

Hairs poke through the straining placket as they start to spread above the neckline. Every movement sends further sounds of tearing garment through the classroom as Craig tries to understand what he’s seeing. His voice sounds even duller, brutish even as he cries out,  “What goin- What’s, grgh, happening to me-” Thicker fingers yank off his shirt sending sweat and buttons flying into the classroom, freeing pecs that were not there even a minute ago.

Many students begin to flee the classroom as their instructor begins feeling up his chest with hands growing hairier. The student who was initially concerned dials emergency services as she ditches her laptop and begins to race out the door, terrified as Craig’s thickening brows start to just out further from his forehead. The man who was waiting to watch him awkwardly stumble over his words rather than join his fleeing cohort just watches enthralled. Staring at his widening jaw as it is promptly covered with a thick beard. 

Unaware of the small horde of students in flight from his lecture as his newly fat palms cup itching pecs as they grow meatier, Craig groans and apologizes to whoever remains as he leans underneath the small podium to deal with the sharp pain in his shoes. His ass bursts free from his pants, exposing briefs barely holding up and cheeks that are rapidly being decorated by a forest of fur. His wider back bumps into the lectern as he struggles to free his thick feet from shoes that were already a tad too snug. 

Speaking accompanied by the sound of his tearing at leather shoes, Craig tries to continue the lecture in between increasingly common grunts, “So me, unh- I think you uhhh- you know this evo- uhh” The one remaining student, Dawson, begins creeping closer, deadset to see this through to the end. Slowly pulling out his phone and setting it to record what is clearly some impossible miracle of science. Some reversion towards a more primal state, a devolution. Dawson smirks as he imagines how far this will set him ahead in the field.

Craig finds himself suddenly much less preoccupied with said science as he frees his newly hairy feet from their binds, leaving sweat steaming off of their wider soles as they continue to crack larger. Instead, mind leaking intelligence, he begins to drool and quietly grunt to himself as his cock begins to throb. Buried in a bush of thick and curled pubes which are themselves haloed by massive burly thighs, his rougher hands easily claw off his briefs to free his bobbing cock. Dripping with pre he sees veins visibly pulsing as what must be a foreskin begins to encroach towards a head almost purple and pre-covered. 

Dawson sneaks onward, zooming in to capture how Craig’s beard raises higher on his face to meet with the hair on his head growing wild. His eyes flicker across strange bulging muscles on his instructor’s shoulders as they’re rapidly blanketed by a forest of curls thicker than his own pubes. The student's mouth slightly waters as he adjusts the frame to capture the man’s massive hands as he begins to masturbate in the classroom. And then he drops his phone. 

On high alert, the man-no-longer jumps with a start and hits his head on the lectern, guffawing as he rubs the spot he foolishly bumped. Falling to the floor himself, Dawson is torn between fleeing like the rest of his wiser cohort and staring at a living breathing caveman. He can’t resist simply being the first man to witness prehistory. 

Beyond that, Dawson can’t help but stare at the exposed pits of a man he assumed was as smooth as marble. He’s almost possessed, staring at the wild jungle of pit hair that flies free from the brute’s raised arm, dripping with sweat. There are almost visible stink lines as body odor that hasn’t been found on the earth for thousands of millenia begins to fill the room. And the longer he stares, the longer he smells, he begins to lose any will to do anything but submit.

Perhaps it’s simply a biological reaction that Dawson finds himself rooted to the spot, taking in heady breaths of the fetid scent. Why else would his mouth fall open as his cock starts to rise at the sight, Craig speaks up seeing his own remaining pupil sitting there in some state between primal lust and fear. Feeling his cock bob against the podium and seeing himself nude in this clinical classroom, some semblance of self returns to the once-doctoral candidate.

“Dawsugh- Need help. Cra-ug ugh- Crag need help, nowugh” His jaw stings with pain as it widens more, his lips struggling to create sounds he knows he should be able to. As he stares down on the male planted on the ground he feels those bizarre instincts begin to return once more. His skin prickles, back cracking as it compacts while his chest grows wider with every heaving breath. Putting on mass as his mind begins to grow foggy once more.

Crag struggles to stay focused, struggles to remember who he is, what he’s doing. What that strange rectangle is at this lesser man’s feet. But with every precious second his twenty-first century concerns begin to evaporate. Worries about the grind of academia, disdain at being shoehorned into reading powerpoints no one cares to hear, the monotony of driving home in rush hour traffic. Everything begins to fade. Everything that is, besides the need to dominate the hairless, beta man staring at him.

Dawson can scarcely make heads or tails of what happens next as he sees the brute pounce on him. He feels the man’s calloused hands tear at his clothes and lies in repose, waiting for whatever Crag, apparently, is to do next. Desperately wanting fulfillment no man has experienced before. His hands clutch the caveman-apparent’s back, feeling the scratch of hair thicker than man can grow and the bulging sticky muscle beneath. 

Feeling the man’s river of precum dripping down his abs, Dawson begins to feel the prickle of his treasure trail regrowing as his feverish mind realizes his future far too late. Every inch of skin touching the man begins to change likewise. Arms he was never shy of lengthen just as he saw his least favorite TA’s did minutes ago, decorated with hair and bulging larger with thick muscle. 

Even quicker than he witnessed happening to Craig er, Crag, hair begins to engulf him. The concerted efforts towards maintaining his clean-cut appearance is absolutely erased as every inch of his form prickles with thick, dark hair growth. Crag sloppily kisses him and leaves a growing beard in the wake of his tongue. Forearms that have had the lightest coat of blonde peach fuzz erupt with fark jungles of hair before launching even further, coating his increasingly clumsy fingers and biceps twitching stronger with every haphazard movement.

Dawson’s hips reflexively hump into the man dominating him. His changing cock scratches against the man’s essentially fur covered torso which only heightens the student’s rapturous delight and accelerates his transformation. In no time at all the complexities and desires of the life he lived are wiped and replaced by a need to do nothing more than seek sustenance and pleasure. To serve and be served by the Crag who begins to hoist him against a wall and hump.

His handsome face changes, bones restructuring as hands he doesn’t recognize as he clings to Crag who is more monster than man. Feeling his rising cock rubbing against his new alpha’s as it begins to change he knows he is on the fast track to join him. He feels his vocal chords thickening as he cries out in ecstasy, Crag finally claiming what is his. Longer toes burst through tennis shoes, curling on the floor as nails yellow and thicken. 

Dawson’s sharper and larger teeth bite Crag’s shoulder as they continue to frot and fuck. They continue until their sweat and ancient semen coats much of the room, their new balls having apparently quite the short refractory period. When they finally tire or get bored their snores sound loud enough to break glass as they curl up together somewhere behind the podium. Bonded mates of a world that hasn’t existed for hundreds of thousands of years.

Well before the pair were done with consummating their new forms, the whole building was placed on lockdown. Quarantine crews working hastily to contain whatever impossible pathogen has apparently begun to infect the campus. Scientists across the world wait with bated breath from some update on whatever impossible goings on are hidden behind that yellow quarantine tape. Hearing the horrified testimonies of those students that escape does little to sate their curiosities, though it does invite them to be lab rats as scientists watch each and every one of them hoping to observe their own prehistoric changes.

It’s only a matter of time before some foolhardy explorer or researcher desperate for a discovery breaks the seal and finds something they could never be prepared for. Sooner rather than later the mounting need to know will be insurmountable. Sooner rather than later whatever this plague of the past they tried to keep behind lock and key will spread. And then those foolish enough to remain nearby will get a first hand experience on the nature of evolutionary biology. And to think, Craig Stoll was so concerned that nothing of note would come of the course.

[kairunatic]

He lit said Adios lol

Oh so he's a freak for guys who are big and brute

So he basically has a Brutification kink lol

@gh0stfood

[rogersandclarke]

Happy birthday Lily!!!!! <3

thank you kait omfg it’s tomorrow i’m so excited! can’t wait for you to move here to meet you!!

shit is getting real, beautiful, brutifal, and true

[cyberxilophone]

September Patreon Catalog

From brutification with animatronics, to weight gain in a horror setting, or even just plain ol' weight gain fluff, there's so much to see on my Patreon during this first September week! Not just that, but an oingoing poll to see which one of these baddies is gonna get invovled with some kinky shenanigans is currently happening! Just click here to check it out!

[buildamusclebear]

Hey guys I just opened an account on Grommr.

Username: Build-a-muclebear

[unfoldingnarratives]

Kwaheri Tanzania, you have been brutifal✨❤️✨ #tanzania #kwaheri #goodbye #artsandcrafts #chetingo #aventurasdeamigos #fans #students #teachers

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[kairunatic]

Beauvine Farm

Ep 1,2,3 and 4 here's everything that Happened

Ep 1

We meet a new character named Proteo, who came from Surtsey and is now a Farmer in Pays blanc. He seems to be Muscle/Brutification fanatic and uses his Special milk from his farm

Ep 2

Sol and Flet are working in Proteo farm for un upcoming Spring festival

We also meet 2 new character Dickert and Alcyon

Alcyon seems to be another Giant like Sol

Dickert is a Total Himbo wolf who recently got fired from his Watchtower duties and got blamed along with the Giant's for the Dissappearance of several adventures and are doing a investigation about it

Ep 3

We meet another New character named Dunk, who got a major Transformation after his visit from Proteo farm

Proteo Milk became a hit on Pays blanc market

Ep 4

Proteo plans to mass produce his milk to turn everyone into his Holstein cows

[pythonpie]

Do you have more brutification (silly cute or hot too but in the silly way) ideas... Since that word entered my dialect (your post about a brute humping then being scolded) I have been blinded by delirium for more cute (maybe horny) brutes...

I love when brutes are tasked with being fierce and loyal guards that end up being too easily distracted from their duties or end up being too soft/incompetent for the job. I love the thought of a massive henchman being told to do something cartoonishly nefarious by their villain boss to like, destroy an orphanage or something only for the villain to return and see the brute getting their hair braided and participating in a dress-up tea party by the orphans as happy as can be. The villain doesn't have it in them to fire the brute.

[eyebeastposts]

Preferences/Patreon Survey Results

I want to thank you all for voicing your opinions. Rather than give detailed breakdowns of everything, I’ll be grouping each section into either a major yes, major no, or if said category was practically even.

Expansions

Yes-Weight Gain, Breast, Butt, Slob

No-Belly, Muscle Growth, Giant/Giantess Growth, Berry/Fruit Expansion, Both forms of Genital Expansion

Even-Inflation, Pregnancy

-Surprised that belly and berry were on the no list considering how often I’ve written about it.

Transformations

Yes-Male to Female Transformation,

No-Himbofication, Clown TF, Age Progression, Full Animal TF, Humanoid Inanimate Object TF, Non-humanoid Inanimate Object TF, Female to Male Transformation, Buttface TF, Fuck Plant/Succ Plant TF, Dorse TF

Even-Bimbofication, Nerd TF, Shortstack TF, Anthro Animal TF

-Out of all the categories, the only one that could get a definite positive response was MtF TF. Didn’t realize how divisive transformations can be.

I want to thank everyone who gave their feedback on this. Keep in mind, even if something isn’t highly favored, doesn’t mean I wont write about it. I might make this survey an annual thing to continuously gauge my audience as it grows and I try out new things.

Now let’s address a few expansions and transformations that you suggested I missed.

IQ Loss: Do a lot of it already and it’s more of a side effect rather than a main focus of a story.

Vagina mouths: A little weird, but not off the table.

Multi-breast: Definitely something I’ll do if the story calls for it, especially with certain animals.

Age Regression: Absolutely not. Gets way too close to that iffy territory for me.

Deflation: Considering most of the things I write are about things getting bigger, I can’t say this one has really piqued my interest.

Cultural/Racial/Social TF: The social status changes I’m all for, but making a fetish story about someone’s race changing is something I’d rather not touch with 10-foot pole.

Lip Expansion: Can sometimes be attributed to the Bimbo TF and I don’t think it would be enough to make up entire, full-length story on it’s own.

Hourglass Expansion: An excellent suggestion, which I have done in the past and seems relatively popular.

Stronfat: Double-edged sword on this one. Yes, strong fat is fun to write about, but it’s usually people’s work around for when ever I want to do pure muscle growth.

Merging: Not a big fan to be honest.

Canon TF (One character turning into another character): Highly situational.

Big Baby TF: Depends a lot on the situation, but is almost always no since it usually entails scat or piss, a.k.a. stuff I don’t have any desire to write about.

Robot TF: I like working with soft bodies over metal, considering the former lends itself to natural growth of various types. That being said, I’m not against using a little robot TF here and there.

Shrinking: Been trying for a while to figure out a good opportunity to mix this with a weight gain thing. As for vanilla shrinking, it’s not really a major interest for me outside of certain scenarios.

Patreon Stuff

My own fault for offering the answer “depends on the rewards”, but it’s to be expected that was the most popular response. As for the rewards themselves:

1. Early access to stories-55

2. Patreon Polls-50

3. Previews of stories I’m working on and Weekly writing prompt request drawings-47

4. Discounts on commissions-44

5. Discord server access/privileges- 27

6. Patreon exclusive stories-24

Again, I want to thank everyone who gave their opinion. Still haven’t set in stone the Patreon stuff, but I’ll definitely be considering this information if I choose to pursue it in the future.

Miscellaneous Comments/Questions

“Please less body hair stuff (Or more slob stuff without it).”

-That all depends on the story itself. My own personal use depends on what I’m feeling for that particular story. As for commissions, that’s based on the preferences of the commissioner.

“Just please don't make commissions patron-exclusive. So many writers do that. ): “

-If I do open a Patreon, I don’t intend to make anything exclusive to the platform. At worst, I’ll just put up stories a day or two early for Patreon supporters before releasing it publicly.

-Special thank you to the people who gave general words of encouragement or advice when it came to a Patreon.

Now for something a little less savory. I received the following suggestion over the course of the survey over TEN TIMES:

“robotization (robot/machine tf), monster tf, alien tf, costume theme tfs, perception tf/reality warping, transformation through time travel, brutification (brute tf), Upside down tf, possession tfs, toon tf, devolution tf, twinning (clone tf), weird conjoinment and cock conjoinment, molded tf (a living person's body is molded into a different form), mascot tf “

Considering the low probability this same suggestion, along with matching poll votes, were from 10 different people, that means a certain someone tried to discredit the voting. I deleted all but one of the above answers to retain some of the credibility of the survey. This survey was meant to be a fun way to gauge audience interest, but instead it’s making me question the credibility of both this survey and all the others I’ve done via this method. Might have to try something else should I attempt a mass survey in the future.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

“Season 5, Episode 6: This better end good for Neil because my boy DESERVES THIS

Awww they actually put up fliers :’)

'God I hope someone spiked the punch’ ANNNNND this is going to go EXACTLY how I expected and I’m ready for it

LOOK AT HIS CORSAGE AWWWWW

Welp, that ship’s dead. But I’ll take it for a hilarious moment.

Aaaaaand there she is, still as creepy as ever. Welp, let’s see where it goes.

NIKKI FIGHTING BACK TABII WITH A SPRAY BOTTLE TO PROTECT NEIL, G O O D

AWWWWWW THAT’S ALL IT TOOK FOR HIM TO START CRUSHING???? Not sure if that’s adorable or....a little heartbreaking how he’s so easily smitten. But AWWWW

BABY BOY...BABY

I like how GWEN’S the one jumping enthusiastically into a scheme while David’s like ‘Babe no this might be a bad idea’. Nice little shake up of their dynamic.

SHE WRITES SLASH FANFICTION. OF COURSE SHE DOES.

Aww, Erin’s so smart. I love that. I love her.

“Passing notes? That is such a high school thing to do.” Aww, Tabii. I can’t hate you when you’re not being creepy.

EHUEHEUBGUEHUERHEUEHUEHEUEHE UHEEUHNE UEH UEHEUE HUE LOOK AT MY PERFECT BABY

OH NO SHE THOUGHT IT WAS SNAKE.....TBH, I get how she could assume that, but like.......this is gonna be a disaster and I love it.

“The Woodscouts haven’t gained a worthwhile recruit all summer!” I always keep forgetting Jermy exists. ...I’m fine with that.

I love him

“Fun-sized tubes of toothpaste” David, that’s how you’re going to get murdered by every child there

RIP

Alright, I gotta admit that Max and Nikki planning mischief while Neil’s crushing is real cute and ripe with ship opportunities. Still not on board with the ship, but, I wonder if there’s a Ma////k/k/////i AU with the two of them being supervillains and getting into conversations like this on the regular. Ma//k///k/////i fans, you do what you want with this idea, it’s on me.

HELP MY SON

EHEHEHEHE BABY

Okay ship opportunities over because now they’re back to arguing while Neil’s crushing. They really are a mess without their boy, huh?

“Shut up, Not-Neil!” Um...ACTUALLY

YES SNAKE’S CRUSHING ON TABII AWWWWWWWWWWWW I WAS HOPING THAT WOULD HAPPEN. Let the teenies of the Woodscouts and Flowerscouts date and be cute

HE’S SO CUTE..........

“Where the fuck did YOU come from????”

“YOU’RE cool!” “...Correct.”

Ered giving Neil advice on how to talk to girls. Awwwwww. Wish it could’ve been Nikki, but of course Nikki won’t go to the girl SHE’S crushing on for crush advice.

“DAVID, I FUCKED UP!” ....Okay, I’m completely immature and I want someone to edit this soundclip so it sounds like she says ‘I FUCKED DAVID’. :3c

“And you’re telling me this because you want my advice, right? ...Because my advice is ‘don’t’.” I REALLY like the dynamic switch-up between them this episode. It’s fun.

“Huh. So THIS is what it feels like to be the level-headed counselor.” HE FUCKING KNOWS LMAO

“OH MY GOD IT WORKED???” Yeah, Neil, sometimes it’s REALLY that easy.

“No, it’s not that. It’s ME.”

Petrol continues to be one of my favorite Woodscouts, if not my absolute favorite. Though Snake’s getting his moment to shine in this episode, too, so that’s fun.

“She seems as brutal as she is beautiful.” God, buddy, we’ve all been there.

SHE’S BRUTIFAL.....I’M CRYING.....

D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DROP THE BEAT

HE JUST PUT ON A GODDAMN FEDORA AND SAID M’LADY I’M CRYING...............

“Anyone from the nineties is an old asshole.” You got us there, Erin.

And then Snake and Neil fall in love (kidding)

BE STILL MY DAMN HEART

And that crushing was all shattered in an instant. Oh well. It was cute while it lasted and I knew the ships wouldn’t last outside the episode.

SHE DOES HAVE HETEROCHROMIA !!!! IT’S CANON !!!!!!

“You’re afraid of straight people?” FIKJGFKJHFEGLKBLFGBHRKGLBKJ I’M SO GLAD THEY WENT THERE

“Bro. You danced with two girls tonight. AND a guy. Then you realized you deserved better and told them off. You sound like a winner to me.” IT’S ! WHAT ! HE ! DESERVES !

OH YOU LITTLE SHITS AHAHAHA

THEY’RE GIRLFRIENDS NOW

THAT WAS A REALLY NICE EPISODE :’) And it had ships that almost NONE OF US predicted. I knew the writers would do their best not to step on toes and any crushes would be over by the end of the episode. Also IS TABIINEIL FINALLY FUCKING DEAD AND WE CAN FOCUS ON ERINTABII BECAUSE I’M ALL ON BOARD FOR THAT. Also NEIL GETTING TO BOTH HAVE A CRUSH AND THEN STAND UP FOR HIMSELF WHEN HE REALIZES HE CAN DO BETTER???? HELL YEAH. MY SON DESERVES THE WORLD.

1000000000/10 episode. Though.....god, do we HAVE to keep Jermy around? Can he please just....not be here? In any case, that was fun.

[j216]

brutification ungenius by Jared Haer Tempests Unresistedness Study #psychedelicArt #me #creativecode #generative #iphonesia #GIMP

[unfoldingnarratives]

So this year I've gone back to writing, a slip into intimacy, where words reveal, and I no longer hide behind visual barriers and outer world capturing. This year I chose to face fears instead of embracing hope, to dance instead of standing still, and to self love instead of self hate. This year was full of so many realizations, of the boundaries that separated connections, of outdated dreams, of void triggers, and new restlessness. This year I tried on joy for size and found that it's time to let grief take a break. This year, I realized that rest is oh so beautiful, and that procrastination is dead weight, not rest. This year I let my hair grow, softening the ever present warrior spirit, I no longer have to choose between both. This year I tattooed a boat at sea, going towards an infinite horizon but held within a hot warm embrace, not aimlessly lost at sea. This year I delved deeper into materials and time and space and my relationship to each, through sculpture and dancing and writing. This year has initiated a new learning curve... 2017, you have been brutifal. As I say goodbye to your eye-opening wonders, I get ready to start laying the foundations for 2018, gently, kindly, creating a year of expanding, of exploring, of laughter and joy. #2017 #2018 #reflections #realization #lettertoself #nomorehiding #writing #madrid #notebooks

[denimandbones]

brutalism is brutifal #art #illustration #drawing #pen #ink #brutalism #brutalist #architecture #design #watercolour #doodle #paper