#its a long one!

[e17omm]

Passed out while writing, but the end is in sight for the Kcolc Snippets chapter!

[iggydabirdkid]

All done!! This is the last drawing for my short little Pride Month series I did! And I saved this one for last for a reason.

The Heroes Rise Trilogy was the first text based set of games I ever played. And as such it still holds a special place in my heart. I loved the story, the characters, the conflict, and the ending. I’ve always wanted to draw something for this game, and I finally had a good reason to.

So! Here’s a nice little something I wrote up for my MC Morgan Davies and her fiancée wife, Jenny Yu.

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I Do

You have butterflies in your stomach as soon as you open your eyes. Today’s the big day. There’s a fluttering inside your chest and you can’t help but laugh out loud both nervous and excited and you feel the body in the bed next to you let out a groan, stir, and pull the covers over their head. You grin and do the same, shuffling closer to your Fiancée who has her eyes squeezed shut. You reach an arm out and gently lay a hand against her face as you smooth your thumb over her cheek. You watch as her features relax and she smiles before finally her eyes open to regard you with warmth.

“Good morning,” you whisper, moving in close to rest your forehead against hers. You feel her breath against your face before she tilts her head to capture your lips in a soft kiss. Lazy and slow, warm under sheets that neither of you quite want to leave.

“Morning,” she breaths as you pull apart, taking your hand in one of her own, “Today’s the day.” She smiles but it doesn’t seem to fit her face.

“Having second thoughts, Jenny?” you joke because you know she’s not. You know she’s just as nervous as you, possibly more.

“Of course not.” Then she grins, “If I don’t marry you then who else would!” You give a mock gasp and slap her lightly on the shoulder which rewards you with a loud and bright laugh and you finally pull the covers down. You lay there in each other’s arms with the early morning light casting a warm glow and with her hair splayed around her head the way it is you think she looks like an angel.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am,” the words leaving you in a quiet breath unwilling to break the serene atmosphere that has descended upon you both.

“Ditto.” You snort a laugh and pull her in close, placing a kiss to her forehead before you hug her tight to your chest. As you rest your chin atop her head you let out a sigh.

“I guess we should get up. Big day ahead of us.” You dig your fingers into her arms as you squeeze her tightly one more time before letting go and sitting up, “So much to do.” You yawn and rub the sleep from your eyes as the rustling of sheets besides you quietens and is replaced by the sound of the bed creaking.

“We have to get ready then there’s the Pre-ceremony photos…”

“Then we have to travel to Gran’s estate,” you mention as you too get out of bed.

“In separate cars.”

“In separate cars,” you point to Jenny even thought she has her back towards you, “Technically as soon as we leave this room we’re not supposed to see each other again until the ceremony,” you mention as you pull up your messages through your MeChip. You scroll quickly through the news of the day and jump when arms wrap around you from behind.

“I don’t think I can spend that long apart,” Jenny mumbles from behind you, unusually open with her emotions. You rest your hands over hers.

“But after that, Jenny Yu…” you turn in her grip to face her and smile with all the love you can muster, “We will have the rest of our lives to spend together.”

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You’re nervous. Your palms are sweaty and you’re thankful you had the forethought to choose a sleeveless dress. Pops of blue energy are going off around you and you have to keep smoothing out the skirt of your dress as your powers continue to lift sections into the air. You stand in the foyer and wait for your turn and you’re so nervous but you’re so excited and you know Jenny is already at the altar as you heard her arrive earlier. There are whispers and murmurs beyond the door and your heart flutters in your chest at the thought of the crowd.

You and Jenny have been through so much together. Since you first rose to fame, your identity being revealed, the aftermath that followed. The Hero Project. Having to choose sides and how could they ever think you would choose to go against her? And what came after that? Well… A lot of it was a blur. There had been so much going on, so much to take in and consider and you were mostly powerless at the time, racing against the clock to fight those with influence far greater than yours… Then she had almost died, and you had been terrified and honestly you still were. Some nights you wake up crying and she holds you and whispers sweet words in your ear until you fall asleep wrapped safely in the comfort of her arms. You do the same for her when her nightmares have her crying out in the dark though those nights were fewer and further between now. You were healing together, growing stronger, growing closer.

And today was the day that all those promises all those sweet kisses and tender moments would be solidified and officiated and you couldn’t wait.

Your thoughts are running at mach speed and you don’t realize you’re hovering until you hear the sound of your mom’s laughter as she places her hands on your shoulders.

“Be still my love,” she smiles as she gently pushes you back to the ground. You stumble a little as your feet make contact with the carpet but luckily your dad is there to steady you at the elbow, “It’s almost time.” She frames your face with her hands and you place yours over hers, “Are you ready?” she asks you and you grin through all your nerves.

“I’ve never been more prepared for anything in my life,” you reply as your heart leaps into your throat. She leans forwards and touches her nose to yours briefly before pulling away.

“I’ll see you three out there,” she smiles before turning and leaving through the doors before you. You get a brief glimpse of people gathered, heroes and friends alike and then the doors swing shut and they are gone. You take a deep breath and look to the side your dad is not when a hand lays itself lightly on your arm. Your smile wobbles as you look down at your Gran holding the rings on a white satin pillow.

“You look lovely dear,” she beams up at you as she squeezes your arm.

“Thanks Gran. I’m so nervous,” you laugh and it’s a little strained and the blue sparks of energy are going off again.

“Anyone would be!” she says, “Getting married is a big thing. I was nervous when I got married to your Grandpa, and you should have seen your father on his wedding day!” You look at your dad who’s face has turned a slight shade darker.

“Mom!” His laugh is embarrassed but he’s smiling all the same and your Gran chuckles before pulling ahead of you, “I reckon it’s about my time to head down the aisle.” She turns and looks back at you, “Chin up dear! This is a momentous day!” And then she too is gone. You close your eyes and blow air past puffed up cheeks as you will your heart to settle into something resembling a normal rhythm. It’s difficult but you succeed enough then when your eyes open the blue is gone and your feet are still firmly planted on the ground.

“You ready pumpkin?” Your dad says and you turn your head to look at him and give a simple nod. His lips stretch wide and you see his eyes shine as he beams down at you, “I’m so proud of you sweetheart,” he breathes as he hooks his arm through yours, “You’ve grown up into a fine young woman and I couldn’t be any happier for you and Jenny.” Emotions well in your chest and you have to raise your head to keep your tears from ruining your makeup.

“You’re going to make me cry,” you laugh breathlessly and you blink the tears away. His laugh is a deep rumble that goes a long way to settling your nerves.

“Then let’s get going. I think she’s waited long enough.” You take one more breath before you nod and then you too are stepping through the doors.

Almost everyone turns to watch as you walk down the aisle and you squeeze your dad’s arm tightly as small blue sparks dance around your head. As your steps take you closer to the altar you spy your love and you know your skirt is floating again but you don’t care and when she turns around to face you you beam at her. She grins back and you can see her eyes water as you’re led up the last few steps. You turn your head and your dad kisses you on the cheek, squeezes your hand one more time and then steps back to join your mom in the front row. Your Gran gives you a reassuring smile before you turn and face Jenny and you don’t bother to dampen the pops of blue anymore. You don’t think anyone minds anyways and soon the officiant starts.

“My name is Rebellion, and I have the privilege of performing this ceremony today,” the large space falls quiet and all eyes fall on you, “On behalf of Morgan and Jenny, welcome and thank you for being here. For those of you who aren’t aware, a couple of years ago Morgan saved my life and opened my eyes and I have worked hard every day to become the idol she claimed I could be.” Rebellion nods at you and you smile back, “By your presence here today you celebrate with them the love they have discovered in each other and you give your support in their decision to commit themselves to one another for the rest of their lives. This afternoon we are here to celebrate love. This is the union of two individuals in heart, body, mind, and spirit. Therefore marriage is not to be entered into lightly, but reverently, honestly, and deliberately. And it is into this union that Morgan and Jenny come now to be joined. Now Morgan and Jenny, please join hands and face each other.”

You turn to Jenny once more and take her hands, shaking as you do and her palms are clammy as you intertwine your fingers.

“Morgan Davies, do you take Jenny Yu to be your wife?”

“I do.” Your heart is pounding and you don’t think you’ve ever been this happy.

“Jenny Yu, do you take Morgan Davies to be your wife?

“I do.” Her hands tighten around yours momentarily.

“Morgan, will you now read the vows you have prepared?” You clear your throat and you need no notes, you have your vows imprinted on your brain and you are ready as you look into the warmth of Jenny’s brown eyes.

“Jenny, you have been my best friend, mentor, playmate, confidant, and my greatest challenge. But most importantly, you are the love of my life and you make me happier than I could ever imagine and more loved than I ever thought possible,” you stumble on your words as your throat becomes stoppered by held back tears, “You have made me a better person, as our love for one another is reflected in the way I live my life. So I am truly blessed to be a part of your life, which as of today becomes our life together.” Your tears are running now and you do nothing to stop them, “From this moment, I take you as my best friend for life. I pledge to honour, encourage, and support you through our walk together. When our way becomes difficult, I promise to stand by you and uplift you, so that through our union we can accomplish more than we could alone. I promise to work at our love and always make you a priority in my life. With every beat of my heart, I will love you.”

There’s sniffing in the crowd and behind you and even Jenny wipes at her face as Rebellion looks to her.

“Jenny, will you now please read the vows you have prepared?” It takes a few moments as Jenny clears her throat and quickly wipes her fingers over her cheeks before she grabs your hand and starts her vows.

“Morgan. I see these vows not as promises but as privileges: I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you. I get to have you be the person I spend the rest of my life with. I get to be there for you and support you. I don’t have to honour and cherish you – I get to.” You smile at her through your tears and your grip tightens on her, “If you grow weak, I’ll be there to fight your battle for you. I’ll help you with your responsibilities and make your problems my own in order to spread the weight a bit more evenly. If you have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, I’ll be standing shoulder-to-shoulder with you. Today is the beginning of the rest of our lives. I choose to spend today, and all of my tomorrows, with you.”

You are almost blinded by blue and from the corner of your eye you see your Gran step forwards with the rings, which Rebellion takes gently from her and turns back to you.

“Morgan. Take this ring and place it on Jenny ‘s finger. Repeat after me: Jenny, I give you this ring as a symbol of the promise I made to you today.”

You reach out and grab the ring, such a small and delicate thing and you slide it carefully onto Jenny’s finger before you look up into her face, “Jenny,” you croak, your voice cracking, “I give you this ring as a symbol of the promise I made to you today.”

“Now Jenny. Please take this ring and place it on Morgan‘s finger. Repeat after me: Morgan, I give you this ring as a symbol of the promise I made to you today.”

Jenny grabs the ring without taking her eyes from you and she lifts your hand as she slides the band of silver and gold onto your finger, “Morgan,” her voice breaks upon speaking your name and you smile at her, “I give you this ring as a symbol of the promise I made to you today.”

“Having pledged your love and promise to one another today in front of all of your friends and family and by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife.” Your smile is wide as you look at your new wife, “You may now kiss the bride.”

Neither of you need any further encouragement.

Jenny telegraphs her moves clearly and you grin as she wraps her arms around your neck and jumps. You hook your arms under her legs and lift up to you and then your lips meet and everything else around you is drowned out by the feeling of your love.

[lokh]

communication is key 💪

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[zanmor]

We are well beyond canary in the coalmine warning levels with the way trans people and particularly trans women are treated on this site.

Maybe you've heard the metaphor of allowing wolves and sheep to share the same space, welcoming everyone. You end up with just wolves because allowing them in that space makes it unsafe for any sheep. Or the story about how a nazi goes into a dive bar and is refused service. The bartender then explains to someone else at the bar that if you serve them once they tell their friends and before you know it you're the nazi bar they all go to and normal customers don't feel safe.

Terfs and other bigots are seeing these targeted harassment campaigns succeed against trans women and rejoicing. They see Tumblr ban them and officially stand by those decisions as endorsement for their harassment. It's a sign to bigots across the internet that Tumblr is a good place for them.

And what's more is that a lot of us probably don't realize just how much trans women contribute to Tumblr. The women banned recently were sources of site-wide memes and posts I wasn't even aware originated from them.any years old memes and references can be traced back to trans women on this site.

How many of these folks have to be removed before this is no longer a site you want to be a part of it? Sure you cultivate your own experience, but you can't follow or interact with people who aren't here. And if I wanted to interact with the nazis and terfs I'd go to reddit.

I encourage everyone to reblog this. Trans women shouldn't have to be the only ones speaking out against the bigotry they're experiencing. They shouldn't be the only ones risking their blogs being nuked by staff. We have to stand with them.

[catmask]

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

[emberglowfox]

birds of a feather

[incredubious]

HES RIGHT BEHIND ME ISN'T HE.

orig audio (with timestamp)

[hrokkall]

"Sad Cat Poem" by Spencer Madsen

[orbbo]

I get it man, bureaucracy is just like that.

[tawaifeddiediaz]

you know what boils my blood.

over the last 2 weeks, i've seen countless patients walk into my urgent care center, symptomatic for so many things, refusing to get tested for covid and flu, citing that they don't want to knowingly bring it to their holiday tables. i had a patient tell me, verbatim, "i don't want to test for covid, because i don't want to be the asshole who brings it on a plane."

i understand that - i understand that holidays are times where people look forward to meeting loved ones that they might only see once a year, or where they get a break from the hectic back and forth of their lives.

but here's the thing - whether they get tested or not, they will bring whatever they have to their holiday tables. it's pure recklessness to know that you're sick, and walk into someone else's house spreading the disease.

today, january 2, i saw 91 patients, many of them who have tested positive for covid and flu. many of these patients are the same ones who didn't want testing 3 days ago, until their events were over, and now, they will have to reach out to everyone they know to let them know that they were positive because they were showing symptoms well before their event.

the next week or two? we're going to see many, many more, all people with symptoms that started around christmas. these are the only two viruses we test for rapidly in our office, but they are potent and can be fatal in many people.

so here's why i wrote this post, and maybe it's a little late, but - if you care about your loved ones, please get tested if you know you're sick. it doesn't have to be at a clinic if you don't want it to, because the over-the-counter tests work just fine too (if you test within 5-7 days of symptom onset). just...please don't try to run from the knowledge that you might have covid, because immunocompromised people, elderly people, people with co-morbidities like asthma, pregnancy, diabetes, etc...many of them may not recover. and they may not be sitting at your holiday table in the future because of it.

[frogsinajar]

Happy almost 4/13, have some funnies

extra doodles under the cut

[lorehappy83]

"Grant me your wrath, my dear. For I've become unworthy of your forgiveness"

[simply-ewok]

simon riley loves taking pov videos of you in the dirty moments you share.

he loves holding the camera while you’re on your knees ass up in front of him so that he has the perfect view of your puffy wet pussy, his hard cock throbbing in the frame while his callused fingers grip the meat of your ass. he spanks it leaving a pretty red handprint on your skin, leaving you whimpering “please, i need it simon…”

him groaning as he pans the camera closer to your holes. you hear him let out a gruff “fuck, love…” his thick digits taking the slick from your entrance to rub against your tight little ass, sending shivers down your spine with more pleading moans escaping your lips.

he loves keeping the flashlight on while he records. letting his pink tip glisten in the light, just before he pushes it against your pussy, camera picking up how he twitches as it slides inside you. your walls grip every vein causing you to squelch around him once your ass hits the base of his dick. it’s followed quickly by his throaty groans. his fingers spread your cheeks apart for a better view for the camera. “tha’s it, take it all f’me love…”

it turns you on to perform for him. you give him more of a show as your dripping cunt slides up and down his shaft, moaning all the pretty little things he wants to hear. “jus’ like that baby… god, you’re so big…” his fingers dig into your hips, the frame of focus occasionally drifting upward to better see all of you as you bounce on him.

you spend hours in bed together just to build his personal collection, just so that when he’s gone on mission, he’ll always have every view of you he needs to tug his cock to.

[michaun]

You see ghosts, Cole? They want me to do things for them. They- They talk to you? They tell you to do things? They’re the ones that used to hurt me.

[arabian-batboy]

Don’t play with me now, this better be for real-