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[o-dandelion-o]

Decided to finish an old sketch of Gladstone Gander. I was just gonna give him some simple coloring but ended up giving him full treatment. I guess he got lucky (pun intended)

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.

The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.

"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."

And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.

Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.

That person was a child.

I was a child.

It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.

I'm not ashamed.

I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.

I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.

If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.

[kissgoodknight]

the support for self shippers with f/os that have canon love interests is fantastic, but this one is for people with f/os who sleep around a lot in canon. your f/o choosing to be with you and be loyal only to you isn't "out of character." it's completely within reason and easy to believe when you consider how they feel about you. maybe sleeping around or dating/flirting with a lot of people was what they wanted in the past, but they have you. they choose you and will continue to do so. any version of your f/o where they end up in bed with someone different every night? that's just because they haven't met you. when they do, you change their mindset and their world. you're everything to them and nothing can change that!!!

[soft-serve-soymilk]

[missholoska]

couldn't let december end without drawing some AsgoRudy 🎄✨

(for context: Swap MH Rudy is swapped with Snowdrake's father, meaning he gets to be alive, well and divorced bc I just want One universe where he and Asgore can be happy together gjkdgsf)

[liebelesbe]

For icon requests maybe some trans dandelion ones? :3 oh also with the t4t flag I use by transfeminines (it's the transfem4transmasc flag. Idk if you can tell but it's my fave <3)

t4t & trans dandelions!!

[ID: Various dandelions first in front of the t4t pride flag, then in front of the trans pride flag.]

[hanzajesthanza]

touch as a means of platonic affection in the hansa

i wanted to compile a comprehensive list of every time the members of geralt's hansa hold each other, grasp hands, hug, kiss, cuddle, etc... so i could analyze dynamics and patterns (if there are any). note that this is from what i remember, but i also checked scenes i wasn't certain of, to make sure i wasn't missing anything.

list of touch as communication:

geralt holds dandelion by the shoulders (the last wish) and places a hand on his shoulder (toc ch 5)

to apologize to geralt for offending him about ciri, milva gives him a kiss on the cheek. geralt then asks dandelion and milva to cuddle (bof ch 2)

cahir offers to cuddle milva for warmth and reassurance when they're both afraid sitting by the river ina (bof ch 5)

when they meet zoltan’s company again, they and geralt go around shaking hands and hugging each other (bof ch 7)

dandelion tugs geralt’s sleeve to flee from the battle of the bridge on the jaruga (bof ch 7)

not touch persay, but when dandelion admonishes cahir for trying to read his writing over his shoulder during the night by the fire, cahir quickly moves his bedroll and belongings nearer to milva (ttos ch 3)

when milva is angered, geralt holds her arm (ttos ch 5)

when milva apologizes to angoulême, she does so through a wordless hug (ttos ch 5)

geralt asks dandelion for a kiss before the company leaves for castle stygga (lotl ch 4)

i'm not counting touch as a necessity — to save someone’s life or care for them in a medical sense — so this discounts geralt carrying dandelion to the saddle and giving him a makeshift dressing (bof ch 5), regis dressing dandelion's head wound properly (bof ch 5), regis caring for the girl from the camp’s burns and carrying and giving medical care to milva (bof ch 7), geralt supporting cahir on his back and dressing his head wound (ttos ch 6), and angoulême trying to lift geralt when he collapsed from pain in his knee (ttos ch 7). i'm also not counting touch as aggression — mainly, the fight which break out between geralt and cahir, and milva breaking it up with her belt (ttos ch 5).

analysis and conclusions:

geralt and dandelion are closer than the rest are to one another, which makes sense because they have known each other a much longer time and are best friends

milva apologizes through immediate, intentional touch (a kiss, a hug) which seems driven by impulsive reaction of what "needs to be done," opposed to a thoughtful consideration

cahir favors milva, associating safety with her, which makes sense due to milva's defense of him to geralt

regis doesn't hug anybody, does not enact touch unless it's for medical or life-saving purposes. regis and milva continue to be exact opposites of words vs action, philosophical vs physical

angoulême is hugged by milva, but also does not enact touch unless it's for life-saving purposes

[o-dandelion-o]

I finished the sketch I made earlier.

[karda]

[silver-heller]

Silver Bullets & Black Dandelions - Ch 11

The chapter is finally out! Apologies it took so long, but I hope you enjoy. This is definitely a favorite of mine so far. Only four more chapters until we get through my pre-written content. So expect updates to slow down a bit.

[lakka-arts]

me one (1) netflix!geraskier mistagged as gerlion post away from blacklisting the tag all together

[hua-fei-hua]

today at work the kids were playing like. this fuckin freeze dance game n so one of the other counselors was playing music on the speakers from her phone n it was like w/e, but then a song heavily associated w/the life-ruining jerks (otp) started playing n i was like “ah shit ah fuck” but it was too late for me. i was instantly set to Yearning Mode(tm).

[missholoska]

Hey Asgore you have a friend called Rudy right? What do you think of him?

[123styafiyalyrics]

Uncovering the Hidden Messages in R&B Songs with street mindset in the Lyrics

R&b songs with angel in the lyrics, outdoor Acapella vibeing little bet of Hip hop reggae Guitar styles. Chorus 1

I am smood Gefted,  strictly about Money and business  let talk  door Without  inches  mager paper Without Burning breage.

I am smood Gefted,  strictly about Money and business  let talk  door Without  inches  mager paper Without Burning breage.

Verse 1

If you and you copy  my level You and none of you on my level. When i  tacle struggle  I used My pen and paper  shoot Demon In the Devils.

You stupid fool I am going  to take lead When you all dease freeze my smood Knowledge I used shoot the breeze When it hit the audience I am  all what they need.

Chorus 2

I am smood Gefted,strictly about Money and business let talk door Without inches major paper Without Burning breage.

I am smood Gefted, strictly about Money and business let talk door Without inches major paper Without Burning breage.

Verse 2

Let talk about paper where we never go Broke, every generation family Eating from our grout. Separate ourselves From the slaves master way. Set up shop Autopilot pay.

baby I am gifted and smood, Bluetooth my hustle move, worldwide customer Can't refuse. enemies imitates become Breaking news. Conversation without money dead-end Lose.

Chours 3

I am smood Gefted, strictly about Money and business let talk door Without inches major paper Without Burning breage.

I am smood Gefted, strictly about Money and business let talk door Without inches major paper Without Burning breage.

Verse 3

I give my enemies middle finger. Stealing my mind the only conversation I understand Dollars $$$$, Girls only love my high Common. When I say comfort woman get soft in my Parm.

I am the original Blackman Energy. smood tree hundred sextifive, time dresses. What I stand and fight for they running from. They are killing my people knowledge and Millions.

Chorus 3

I am smood Gefted, strictly about Money and business, let talk door Without inches major paper Without Burning breage.

I am smood Gefted, strictly about Money and business, let talk door Without inches major paper Without Burning breage.

https://linkpop.com/dealfigureentertainment

Songs writer Styafiya or Michael Campbell Credit BMI.

[astral-express-family]

Oops sisters acquired

I've been thinking about F/O-ing Jean for a while, and Barbara is very sweet too. I just love them both so much :D

Jean and Barbara my beloved sisters <3

[ofluminance-a]

@resolutepath said: “  you don’t have to come over here and take care of me you know.  i can clean up my own messes.  ” [ diluc to jean ]

the terse words do not fall upon deaf ears. & from the moment that jean hears them, she's at a loss for an answer.

for so long now, it's been second nature for the acting grand master to fix a problem, repair a broken situation, or even-- take care of the issue and clean up any loose ends..

when news reached the knights of potential trouble that involved diluc, jean thought of no better answer to the problem than the utmost discretion. after all, their relationship wasn't exactly public knowledge. which is why she instructed her subordinates that she'd handle this matter personally.

it wasn't until her arrival at the dawn winery, that jean realized just how personal of a matter they were talking.

" i -- yes, of course. " suddenly, it seems easier to spot the stray threads of the ancient rug in diluc's grand office rather than look him in the eye. " though--- you must realize, that's not how intended for this.. meeting -- to be, master diluc. i only wished to offer aid. " if it was space he required, well, then that's what she'd give him.

" but if that is your wish, you're of course more than capable to handle this matter, then. " sky blue eyes lift to meet crimson, and they've lost their usual soft-ness. " there's no need to call for miss adeline, " dropping her gaze, jean turns to leave, feeling quite unlike herself, and certainly, she's made enough of a fool of herself for one day. especially for worrying of someone she cares too deeply for.

" i can see myself out, "