#needed to get it out of my system

[lizluzz]

Everybody always asks why is there a walrus at the door, how did it get there. Nobody ever asks how's the walrus 😔

[elloras]

in the red earth and pouring rain (x)

[trashofire]

VALENTINES 😼😼

havent drawn any mario characters in a while so they may look a lil funky but anyway have the sillies

close ups under cut :)

[unrelatabledude]

you dumb dirty dog.

[superbattrash]

sigh

My sister had our dad over for coffee last weekend and they talked about me a little. He used my real name and the correct pronouns (they’re apparently doing really well with that, now that they don’t see me much) which is great

But then he had to ask her “is misha mad at us?” and I want to punch through a wall

Because they’ve never given a damn before. They’ve never cared enough to give a damn. But now that I’m trying to protect myself and put myself first, I’m, what? Abandoning them?

They’re the ones who won’t say anything to their piece of shit of a son, who continues to deadname and misgender me. They’re the ones who couldn’t be bothered to ask me about myself, at any given time growing up or now that I’m an adult. They’re the ones who only want information to be able to gossip about me with their stupid friends and any other time I’m supposed to never mention my transition or anything “difficult”

They made their choice which forced me to make this one. Do I look like I don’t fucking miss them? Do I sound like I’m just super happy not seeing my own damn family? Do I not feel fucking ashamed every time I’m asked how they’re doing and I can’t answer?

I feel like SHIT. I miss going to family dinner. I miss drinking monster while the dogs play in the garden. I miss sharing a beer or two with my dad while he cooks. I miss helping my mom out in the kitchen. I miss watching stupid tv cramped into a too small couch with my sister. I miss laughing with them. I miss my fucking family

No, I am not angry. I’m hurt. I’m alone. I’m the one who was fucking abandoned

Even if I was angry I wish he would just fucking ask me, not her. Don’t drag her into this. If you miss me, fucking tell me. Come to my place for once when you KNOW I can’t bear to be in the same house as my older brother

God, I’m just… I thought I was doing good. Doing better. And then he has to go and play victim when he’s had 30 years to try and connect with me. HE’S the fucking parent, despite years of us playing it differently. He should be able to reach out if he wants to see me

But all I get is the occasional “you coming for dinner Friday?” from my mom. Which she knows my answer to. I don’t want to be in the house my brother lives in and he’s never gone. They won’t tell him off, they won’t let me tell him to fuck off either. What the fuck am I supposed to do then?

“Is he angry”, no, I’m fucking miserable

[rosenecklaces]

Reblogging my posts and my repost from Nike as if I give af about how much you are so desperate to make gwyn have sex with a man ASAP after her rape and that Elulu have anything going on.... You people are so embarrassing why are you as a Gwynriel/Elucien parading around my blog knowing I HATE you people??? Do you know how much posts I've seen where I have to hold myself and scroll because I know NONE of y'all read this books as what they are and what they meant and wouldn't heard reason??? Learn to do the same cause the moment an Elriel/Elain stans use LOGIC and CANON scenes y'all act the victim or accuse someone of harassment lol

[dougtheintern]

HOES ON MY DICK CUZ IM PRETTY LIKE A giiiirrlll >_< x3 !!

[volostan]

Volo blues hitting hard tonight. Sometimes I wonder why I do all this, it makes me feel helpless. But I know it's meaningful for lots of people so I'm doing it for you fine folks

[rosewritersstuff]

To the people who always says yes

It's okay to say no

Looking perfect all the time

No

Meals ready on time

No

Pleasing them over you

No

Allowing them control of your body

No

No no no

This is our world now and it's okay

Sometimes it's okay to just say no

[bigweldindustries]

going through the hades 2 stuff and im sorry but i just have to ramble a second because look at Hephaestus

he's not just a wheelchair user but also an amputee. an above knee amputee. wheelchair users are already next to nonexistant in video games but amputees exist in this really...disheartening? spot where they're pretty much just reduced to "person with a cybernetic limb" - it's always just somewhere from "just a cool visual design" to flat out "superpower". I can't think of a video game amputee that is actually disabled by their limb differences - I'm all for futuristic worlds where prosthetics and other disability aids are far advanced from what they are now, but that's not really what's implied by these designs. They're just... Cool designs that in no way reflect on the real-world experience of being an amputee.

Look at Hephaestus, though. Look at that prosthetic. Whilst stylised it very much looks like it functions like common mechanical knees - knee bends when thigh is lifted, knee straightens when thigh is lowered. He's a wheelchair user as well as a prosthetic user - every prosthetic user I know is also a wheelchair user as a prosthetic is not usable in every occasion and also cause exhaustion and pain if used constantly.

Whilst we can't see much of his wheelchair the position he's sat in and the wheels very much evoke active wheelchair to me - this carries on to very specifically the thickness of his arms. Whilst a lot of Hades designs are muscular Hephaestus has very noticeably thick arms - which makes sense, as active wheelchairs require a lot of arm strength.

Just overall this design is making me want to cry - he's not just an actual wheelchair user in a video game, he's a realistic depiction of an amputee, a disability usually brushed over in order to give a character a fun design quirk and nothing else. He's fat and he's hot and he's a realistic depiction of an above knee amputee. Oh my god. Oh my god?

[guavi]

you're being . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁silly . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

last panel without text bubbles under the cut

the room originally just had some shelves in the sketch but then i got carried away with plants, oops

[wolfythewitch]

Sketch

[cappycodeart]

"The dead one! Yeah I haven't thought about her in a long time!"

A little theory I've had about Winter King's original motives based on his heartless comment about Betty and Ice King's original motives for kidnapping princesses in the first place...... clearly she gave off Bad Ex Vibes…

[modemica]

“I keep on trying to embrace you both, why won’t you let me?”

[arvandus]

Gojo had never intended to make you cry.  Sure, he teased you.  Maybe a little bit too much.  But he never wanted to actually hurt you.  He was a cocky ass, but he wasn’t an asshole.

That’s what he wanted to tell himself anyway, even as your wide eyes brimmed with tears that clung to your lashes.  It felt like a punch to the gut when the first tear fell.

Without even thinking, his hand came up to gently cup your cheek.  “Don’t...” he whispered.  His thumb swiped away at the wet track.  “Don’t cry.”

But it was too late; more tears fell, leaving wet lines in their wake, the droplets clinging to your chin. He hated the sight of them; hated the way they documented his failure, a sentence of guilt written in watercolor against skin he’d admired with every sideways glance.

He wanted to make them disappear, to extinguish them and replace them with warmth.  To take your trembling lips and make them smile again.  Gojo cradled your face in both of his hands, his large, calloused thumbs wiping away at your tears.  You closed your eyes, caught up in the way your heart twisted in your chest at the warmth of his touch.

You felt his forehead touch yours, his soft hair cushioned between you.  “I’m sorry...” he whispered. “I didn’t mean...”

Gojo’s words died on his lips as he felt more fresh, hot tears catch on his thumbs, heard you sniffle and try to hide the soft sob that wanted to unfurl from within your chest. 

His air left his lungs, a slow panic building at the possibility that maybe, this time, a sorry wouldn’t be enough. That maybe, this time, there was no such thing as forgiveness, and that he’d never again get to see you smile at him.

“I’m sorry...” he repeated, as his lips pressed gently against your forehead.  You froze beneath his affection, stunned.

He didn’t stop there.  His lips traveled lower, brushing against your wet lashes, against your cheeks, each time echoing his apology in earnest supplication.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Finally, he came to your still-trembling lips, the soft flesh wet where you’d licked with your tongue, although whether it was in anticipation of his lips or to taste your own tears, he wasn’t sure.  Gojo hesitated, for just the slightest fraction of a moment, waiting...

And then you gave it to him, the sign he was looking for. The ever so subtle tilt of your chin, the flutter of lashes as you peaked at him through the dew drops in hope.

His lips met yours, soft and gentle, your face still gently cupped in his hands. You finally responded, returning the kiss with your hands wrapping around his neck, your fingers curling into his hair at the nape of his neck.

Gojo pulled away just enough to be able to speak, his lips barely brushing yours.  Your eyes were open now, staring into his, and for a moment the universe consisted of just the two of you, two celestial bodies drawn together by the gravity of your hearts.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven...?” he whispered.

“No.” you replied with a grin.

[isaacz]