#i was trying a thing

[judas-redeemed]

time travel told in five parts by judas h. ( @judas-redeemed ) image id in alt

[danikatze]

Hi op,

I wanted say that I absolutely love the drawing of Jonas Sphar you posted a little while back. 🩷🩷🩷 I’ve been just staring at it in a daze because it’s just so absolutely lovely ✨✨

Thank you for sharing your art 🩷 cheers ✨

Thank you!! He was a pleasure to draw!

It was actually the last of a bunch of little Spahr sketches - here's another little one I kinda like:

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[weaveintheends]

Ylfa Faces Death

When Ylfa stands before the wolf, his body expands and shrinks with each snarling breath. His eyes, deep orange flames like the sun, engulf her on the inhale then pierces her on the exhale. His face is the sky, and then it is beside her, paw lifted to press her shoulder. She bows under the weight, then presses her forehead against his chest. His heart is thunder, then it is their heart thudding deep in her chest.  

“You’ve taken everything from me,” she says into his suffocating scruff.  

The wolf peered across the battlefield and saw the truth: Mother Goose’s fingertips in a final reach for a book left muddied and forgotten; the puppet’s severed strings no longer tied to fate and a cricket squashed beneath a glass boot; a princess left without her head; a frog willingly battered as tear droplets caress his cheek; and a cat missing his boot as he hung from a noose made of hair.  

“You’re right,” he observed. “And I still have one more to take.” His claws pressed into the child’s shoulder, snipping at the seams of this tired preteen girl.  

Ylfa takes a deep resonant breath. She hears the glitched edges of this world, and recognizes a voice muffled by time and stories.  “You’re not my Red.”  

“If it weren’t for me, she’d be here,” the echo of this wolf says. 

Ylfa doesn’t flinch at the sound of popping bone, slurping blood. She doesn’t flinch as the drool slides down long, dagger canines, soaking the red hood that hides her.  

When she feels the claw pressed sharply into her spine, Ylfa steps back. She does not look down as the tip of Cinderella’s blade sheers the fabric of her dress.  

Instead, she meets the steady gaze of the Big Bad Wolf.  

“Death fed me, so I could live. I will see you again,” she says, ignoring the way her legs go numb, the taste of copper flooding her mouth as her punctured lung wheezes blood.  

Death nodded, pausing to study this child in her dying breaths.  

“Do you regret it?” he asked, head tilted, ears perked toward Ylfa and Ylfa alone.  

Ylfa falls to her knees, but she uses the final reserves of her energy to flex her clawed hands covered in soft, downy fur.  

When she looked back at the wolf, her golden irises engulfed him on her ragged inhale and pierced him on her stuttering exhale.  

“Never,” Ylfa replies.  

Then she fell off the end of the crystal blade to land face first in the mud. 

Death allowed her a minute, head bowed as the princesses walked away, leaving the girl’s body behind. He cared nothing for the flurry of discussion, the panic of what to do next in this world.  

It all gets snuffed out when Ylfa wakes in another world—more degraded, more hopeless.  

And when she smiles, drool drips from canine daggers that can’t be contained by a child’s mouth.  

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[normal-thoughts-official]

Please stop seeing politics as an identity and start seeing it as a collective means for change

[0sbrain]

alternatives for ai to design ocs

hero forge

picrew

the fucking sims 4

your local furry artist

bitmoji

shitty photoshoped collage

DeviantArt bases

zepeto

making edits of your favorite character

searching "dress up game" on the app store

learning how to draw

[obsob]

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

[snarkspawn]

based ofc on this

[captainjonnitkessler]

You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".

Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[aphel1on]

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

[gideonisms]

I LOVE being alive so I can be mediocre at SO many different hobbies

[hansoeii]

crowley

[the-tired-commander]

hey could y'all do me a favour?

Reblog if you're okay with "weird" compliments on your stuff!

things like "biting this" and such

[inkskinned]

what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?

i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?

a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?

in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.

girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.

there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.

for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.

something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.

is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.

most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."

a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.

[queerasflux]

man I wish people understood how much it sucks ass to be neurodivergent and trying to find the middle ground where people like/tolerate you. like, I'm either "boring" (trying to wait my turn in conversations, holding space for other people, taking a back seat to let others get some spotlight) or "too much" (too loud/talking too much, getting excited to share, trying to participate in group conversations/activities). No one really talks about how much of being neurodivergent is just sort of trying to make yourself palatable.

I feel like so much of my life has been spent trying to find this effortless sort of middle ground everyone else seems to automatically already know, and I'm always swinging too far one way or the other. I'm lucky to have neurodivergent friends who grok me, but goddamn I wish that I could just like, exist without the constant background script in my brain that's like "you're being too loud. You're not talking enough. you're being self-centered. you're being boring. you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong." I feel like I'm back in high school trying to make friends but stuck as the eternal "weird kid"

it's just... lonely and sucks bad.