#manning face

[sucka99]

[so-i-did-this-thing]

The evolution of (trans) man.

(Well, this one, anyway.)

Age 9: "Tomboy"

Age 15: Strictly enforced femininity

Age 30: Hitting the mental limits of being closeted all his life and about to crash HARD

Age 47: Fifteen years now since starting transition. Far more good days than bad, no regrets.

The world may be full of uncertainty and danger, but I resolve to continue to find joy in who I am. Be joyful to be kind to yourself and be joyful to spite the bastards who would tear us apart.

[djungleskogs]

it’s crazy how absolutely blatantly luigi’s constitutional rights are being breached and people seem more concerned about his appearance than a real, scary view of the power CEOs and the healthcare industry have over the legal system. like yeah he looks good in those photos i can appreciate that too but can we focus on the fact that the media is absolutely treating him as if he has already been found guilty. this could happen to anyone. anyone could be arrested over the death of a wealthy, influential person and the precedent being set right now is essentially that the prosecution can run wild and create documentaries declaring your guilt. like that’s really serious and scary.

[shrews-art]

I'm a serious artist with serious art projects

[ionomycin]

your last light

[skyrigel]

You are Simon's bit of magic. Whatever happens Simon knows who to call.

His angel. His heart. His stress buster.

When you got the call in afternoon, waking slowly from the afternoon nap to see Simon face timing — you figured lil' interns stressed the hell out of your man.

"Bloody daft- oh, hi love." Simon turns back to look at you rubbing your eyes, his face lighting up with a grin.

"Hey... what's up?" You mumble quietly.

"Just -" he exhales, hard glare to whoever was there and soft eyes back to you. "I wanted to see m' pretty baby."

"Your pretty baby looks like shit." you chuckled at him, blinking to see clear the red spot on your cheek because you slept sideways, hair a bloody nest.

"Don't be a meanie to my angel." Simon says tenderly, his lips tug slightly at one side and he hums a small, 'huh' to get you giddy in stomach.

You could see his face relaxing finally.

"Idiots pissing off my soldier?"

Simon gave a small pout, just the barest, and nodded to you. Then he brings the phone closer to his face and doesn't even turn around to check who is looking or not before placing a kiss which you could assume might be your nose tip on his phone.

"I love ya, lovie." he whispers closely. It tingles all your insides at once.

"I love you too." you told him, then with a smirk that always drove him crazy - "You are so stressed Si baby, gotta release when ya come home tonight."

Simon flustered.

"Riley, c'mon they got better now." someone said around him.

Simon brought the phone closer like he was grabbing your chin and growling in your ear, making every word vibrate through you.

"Sleep some more missus, ya might not get any tonight."

Noted. Positive.

Masterlist

[kendyroy]

Seeing Logan in the TVA makes me laugh so hard for some reason? Like I know he’s lived to see technology evolve and stuff, but there’s something so funny about a guy from the 1800s standing in some kind of retro-futuristic timey wimey agency to me. Man is confused as hell.

like what da hell is a polar bear doin in arlington texas

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

he needs him by his side

[valtsv]

honestly i never really understand the impulse to make doppelgangers/doubles/mirrors of people different to their counterparts, even subtly, at least in terms of appearance (personality is another beast entirely). for me, the horror of the doppelganger isn't that it's a monstrous, twisted thing with malevolent intent wearing a creepy imitation of you or your loved ones' faces, but that it makes you question what could possibly be deficient in you that makes you something less than "good enough" and coming up empty - because whatever it is, it's beyond your capacity to even conceive of. you are the architect of your own annihilation. your greatest obstacle has always been yourself. this other version of you, or someone whose existence affirms yours, is fundamentally no different - they're just not you, and therein lies the answer. your jealousy and self-loathing will ruin you without the imposter having to ever do a thing.

[bowtiepasta]

“babyyyy,” gojo whines, phone pressed to his face as you hear the crinkle of hospital-grade paper beneath him. “I think they stole my bones.”

“…your bones, satoru?”

“yes. the ones in my face. my jaw? gone. cheeks? hollow. I am but a shell of a man.”

he’s high as a kite, clearly. still in the dentist’s chair, judging by the background noise — also by how you can hear yaga not-so-quietly telling the nurse to sedate him, not the swelling.

“are you now?” you coo, smiling as you sink back into the couch. “how’s my brave little soldier?”

he pulls the phone back, and — oh. oh, he looks ridiculous. his hair’s flattened on one side, cheeks swollen, sunglasses crooked, and someone’s drawn a smiley face on the gauze tucked into his mouth.

“they took ‘em,” he says dramatically. “took my wisdoms. said I had too many.”

“you had four. that’s the normal amount.”

he blinks. “what if I needed those for kissing?”

“you don’t use wisdom teeth to kiss.”

“you don’t know that,” he says, with the conviction of a man who absolutely does not know. “also. can we get milkshakes?”

“did they say you could have one?”

“not right now,” he admits. “but I wanna watch you drink.” he squints at you through the camera, gaze slipping lower. perv. “you��re soooo good at it.”

“okay, ‘toru.”

he slumps further into the chair, wearing the softest, dopiest expression — like he just realized you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. you are.

“‘m gonna marry you.”

“we’ll revisit that when you’re off those drugs.”

“we’re gonna have milkshake babies.”

“sure we are.”

he smiles, droopy and dazed. “I’ll always be in love with you, babe. even without my bones.”

“you still have your bones, satoru.”

“did you check?”

“I’m hanging up.”

you hear a rustle — followed by a loud thud.

“did you just fall out of the chair?”

a pause. then: “…no.”

you sigh, already slipping on your shoes.

“behave. I’m coming to get you.”

“bring a spoon,” he mumbles, “so you can feed me like a baby bird. and your face. miss your face.”

“you’re lucky you’re cute, satoru.”

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus:

Stop it, you two!

[batcavescolony]

I hate the flesh hat man, I don't want to see him.

[marthajefferson]

The three primary uses of masks in film are entertainment, disguise and protection. From ancient Greek plays through Japanese Noh theater, masks are deeply intertwined in the universal language of entertainment and ritual, and its power as a transformative tool is so ritualized and timeworn that it is the unofficial logo for an entire artform. Since theater was an influence on early motion pictures (consider the framing and gestural acting of silent film), it figures that masks would be smuggled into movies, and some of the most enduring images from film history are now associated with masks. —Alex Vlahov

V for Vendetta (2005), The Mask (1961), The Mummy Returns (2001), Emerald City s01e06 (2016), Black Orpheus (1959), Judex (1963), The Man in the Iron Mask (1998), Kingdom of Heaven (2005), Eyes Without A face (1960), Eyes Wide Shut (1999), Squid Game s01e07 (2021), Knights of the Zodiac (2023), Onibaba (1964), Scream (1996)

[thegoodmorningman]

#theyellowcrayola

#iknowwhatcolorthesunis

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Got this coat ten years ago.

5 vs 15 years on T-- ages 37 vs 47

[mooreaux]

Love Undying