#i feel ugly today

[obsob]

autism 2 autism communication

[bunnygirllover45]

could barely draw these days, so have some random sketches instead. from top to bottom: - Random friend's ocs - Blade and Ruan Mei from honkai star rail - Fyodor and Dazai from Bungo Stray dogs

[themortaldraw]

glad to see we're all excited about the ponytail

[theanonymousninja247]

Humbled

pst @dianagj-art I did a thing…

I didn't know which one I liked better because I have that curse where I like my sketches better than the final project, so y'all get them all.

AnYhOo…something something you're really cool…something something wanna be like you(Im really) good at talking to cool artists canr you tell?) you really inspire me…aaaaand I hope you like? 👉🏼😅👈🏼

[drac0line1nn1t]

Hello yes, art? Deadpool art? Deadpool art and three am?

Yea

(Refs/bases under cut)

[sadlynotthevoid]

I'm not sure if I told you guys about the time I dreamed that 20ish Jason Todd died yet again and Death was pissed off because "really? Again? Wtf Batman. The universe doesn't keep reviving your son just so you can see how much he lasts!" And "He has a work to do you know?!". Besides, she's fond of the bright young soul.

So, she calls her uncle to help him. And what you know? Her uncle is the God of Death (because yes, my brain is like that sometimes). They sit to talk and come up with a solution.

First, taking advantage of the effects still present of the last time-space crisis and the spirits protecting the soul, they regress the time of this universe to when Jay had just left All Caste, way before he had came back to Gotham.

Then, Death places Red Hood!Jason's memories on the soul of his younger self. Not too harsh to force his soul to crack, but not too light to let them fall. Just deep enough so he finds them when he meditates.

And by last, God of Death tells the spirits where they should guide the boy to. The perfect place for him.

Where is the best place for a soul who craves for home and safety? Of course, that's with someone who has the heart to care and accept a new loved one and the determination to protect them.

That's how Jason Todd, teenage assassin in an existential crisis, ends up waking up in the softest bed he has ever been in some foreign country. At his side there's a redhead teen sitting in a sofa, a book in his hands and other boy— this one with black hair and pajamas— lying on his lap.

The redhead— Cale, as he presents himself— is mysterious but kind hearted guy. He also knows things. So much so that if he weren't as he is, Jason would suspect. As things are, he knows he's just used to collect information. A bit like a bat, but not quite. A bat would plan how to use it against the possible enemy. Cale? Well, he doesn't even bother to hide what he realized about him. He's also ridiculously casual about it.

Who offers an assassin if they want their hidden weapons back? This guy, apparently.

Jason only knows he's not totally unconscious because at one point an old guy entered with tea and pastries for the three and Cale, the little shit, choose that moment to reassure Jason.

"Don't worry. My butler is an assassin too and we don't treat him different for it."

The old geezer almost let got the porcelain teapot to the floor. Though, points for him for recovering so fast.

"Young master? May this Ron know who you would be talking about?"

"Hm? Who do you think? Hans? The only thing he can kill is Rok Soo's humor. It's you, obviously."

"..."

Rok Soo, the sleeping beauty complex guy pretending to be asleep on Cale's lap, was sweating badly. If everyone in the room weren't already aware he was clearly pretending, someone may had thought he was ill.

Later on, he realizes there was a reason Cale had said that at that moment.

He's looking at the butler subtly terrorize the boys to behave, treating the siblings like two particularly mischievous puppies. Then he turns around and uses the same tune to advise him to be careful with his wounds. And that's when he thinks 'Oh. He doesn't see me as a menace'.

Of course he doesn't. His employer just confirmed he's aware of his identity— at least partially— and his own nature. The biggest advantage of an assassin is their secrecy. After their identity is exposed, the only reason they won't attack is if the assassin believes the risk is worthy. Telling the assassin he knows he's an assassin was his way to show Jason's own intentions: none.

Jason didn't intend to end up in that field where these teens find him. He didn't intend to be brought in their vacation house. He definitely didn't plan that the people to found him passed out would be whoever these rich guys were.

But he didn't have anything against all of this either.

Well, maybe the wound. He could make it without the blood loose and the soon-to-be scar to add to his collection.

Either way, at least he had a safe place to stay and think. Just think. Because, the memories he saw— what is he supposed to do now that he has his answer?

His da— Bruce. Bruce didn't care for him as much as Jason does for Bruce. Bruce obviously didn't love him as he thought. And certainly, Bruce was way more willingly to harm him than he believed.

And Jason— well, Jason couldn't waste a second life on a man who didn't put hin even at the same level than the Joker of all people. But maybe his expectatives were too high? He hadn't planned what to do if his life was meaningless to him.

So, Jason needed time. Time to ponder and heal. Those things are better done in a safe place.

That's what Jason has in mind when Cale offers him to stay with them.

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 United States Grand Prix - Sprint - Fernando Alonso

[sunnibits]

ok but can we talk about the transition from being the weird unattractive girl/boy as a kid to suddenly being percieved as a hot gay person bc that shit is so jarring. but also like really wholesome? like wow I don’t have to conform to cishet expectations of attractiveness and actually people find me really attractive for the natural way I look and present myself. that’s so wild.

[ricksanchezbignaturals]

the animation in rick and morty? yeah im normal about it, no strong feelings in particular. *proceeds to watch the same scene over and over and over again at 0.25x speed like some kind of matthew patrick mf*

[kari-go]

Could you do prima queen with the power up stones then?

Done!

[sesamestreep]

If I have one personal life hack to bestow on anybody, it’s that, on days where you hate all your clothes, or you think you look terrible in every outfit you put on your body, or you’re experiencing gender and/or body dysphoria, the best thing you can do is lean into the ugliness. ugg it up to 11 and break off the dial. go full sludge mode. wear only items that look expressly terrible together. clash patterns, loud colors, whatever. put together something that no rational human would wear on purpose.

I say this because sometimes when I can’t get out of my own head about my appearance, it’s because I’m worried about people seeing me and thinking I didn’t try, that I (erroneously) think I look good but everyone else knows I don’t and that making me seem sad or delusional. But when I put on an outfit that’s like aggressively terrible, I feel confident that no one will look at me and think it wasn’t intentional. They’ll take my ugliness as, at best, a kind of statement or, at worst, a confident level of not giving a fuck. The fact that I only got there by giving a great deal of fucks about something that doesn’t matter is something only I have to know.

obvious caveats of don’t do this for occasions like job interviews or appearing as a witness in court or your cousin’s wedding where you’ll be in all the photos, and still dress with weather and other factors in mind, but if sometimes panic about your appearance traps you in an unbreakable time loop, dressing intentionally chaotically has helped me a lot on days where I simply need to get out of the house

[luveline]

I feel very sad today… will buying something fill the abyss ….

[caindiis]

i’m actually going crazy it’s not even funny anymore this isn’t funny anymore guys… T_T feeling like a victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles for the FIRST time!!!… i want you bro..

HES SOOO PATHETIC TOO LIKE ITS SO UNREAL I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM TO BE DATABLE.., i’m already planning our future together i have 19 dates in the works, our proposal planned, a wedding theme, and we’re going to have 20 cats, 5 dogs, and ten BILLION horses just trust me on this guys

[maliciousalice]

The most miserable shit is having a crush on someone you could imagine yourself being with and it's just like yea but I don't think they have those thoughts in return.

[aelisinsims]

which is better?

[visceravalentines]

I know we've reached critical mass with my the passenger obsession bc I'm at the point of thinking my favorite thing about the movie is the hopefulness scattered throughout. the way Randy hopes again and again that Benson won't hurt him and might actually help him. the way Benson hopes he really might be able to save this kid from himself. the point they reach where, just for a little bit, they both hope they have more time. the hopefulness of Randy trying to do the right thing, trying to save everybody. the hope of a little kid who wants to be a giraffe someday. the hardest part of the movie is when everything becomes bleak but it tries, at the very end, to be hopeful again. maybe Randy can still live for both of them, which is all Benson ever hoped for in the first place.