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[cherrylight]

i will throw my nervousness to the side to talk about this now because i really want to and i hate how i am always so nervous over everything ever 

so. long post. probably. knowing me lmao

hello hi. id share what she looks like, but maybe another time. anyway, others may know or feel familiar upon hearing the name ally :] for the longest time, i talked about her and was very nervous talking about her but i believe its because i reworked her into something i didnt like so it was difficult to talk about and she was a hs s/i so yay i guess...

HOWEVER!! ive been so fixated on cr.eepyp.asta again that talking and thinking about her is so much more easier! mostly because her origin was from crp :] so its very special to me! anyway! i think ill make her back to her original roots as a crp s/i! so yay! go me! :]

anyway, her rework follows this: she basically doesnt hold a lot of fear of the creepy things, or most horror! she finds a lot of comfort in it (and that i find a lot of comfort in it anyway), so to her its like a little safety net she can go to as a way to comfort herself :] so, meeting the rest of crp doesnt really phase her and she isnt afraid of them because well... to me, theyve been this second family for majority of my life so thats how i view them to me

regardless, she likes the creepy side of things and shes pretty mischievous when she can be! ive realised this s/i and my other one usually have something that is regarding mischief and its funny theyre basically practically my personas so i guess i like mischievous characters lol

anyway! ive decided that she isnt human but she doesnt fully know shes not human :] shes a ghost-angel... knowing me i love ghosts and her aesthetic usually has something to do with angels and thought of her being some sort of anomaly being that is both! HOWEVER! she has no idea that she is this corrupted anomaly! so its kind of... fascinating as some sort of plot hole i guess??

there is a lot of lore that i want to play around and theres different things that i have in mind and unsure what would be officially canon and what isnt

i guess i can mention this now: her rework lets her have back originally her blue eyes, but this time theyre pastel and she still has her heart pupils and i think that works really well on her being an angel because of the odd pupils :]

oh lol!!! to add: i ship her w b.en dr.owned :] also because i love that guy so much he is the loml and i just hdkfghdflkghdfklh im love him im very attached to him so !! yay !! :] the silly guy is back <3

ok i think thats all i can talk about 

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[gay-cryptidz]

The Comfort Between Your Scars

Chapter 3

Noah has a day off and gets a visitor.

TW: mentions of addiction

"Damn, you're almost on time for once!"

Noah flinched, startled by his sister's voice as always, but simply grumbled quietly in response this time. He looked at her tiredly and gave her a little pat on the shoulder on his way to the shower.

"One of those nights, huh?"

She had a mental catalogue of his various different moods and how to deal with them by now.

He wordlessly stepped inside the bathroom and locked the door before letting himself slide onto the cold tiles of the floor. He just needed to sit there for a minute.

After finally convincing himself to get up and shower, he dragged himself to his bedroom.

"You do know you have your own bed, right?"

"Jamie's sleeping there"

"What?"

"Keeps having nightmares again, I think"

"Oh..."

"Stop that!"

"What?!"

"You've got that look on your face! You're beating yourself up again"

Noah didn't respond. He didn't need to. Mari didn't need to say anything either, they'd had this conversation about a million times. They laid next to each other in silent understanding until they fell asleep.

The doorbell ripped Noah out of what was supposed to be the first good night's rest in a while and jerked upwards. Next to him, Mari quickly sat up too. There weren't a lot of options for who could be at the door and neither of them were very pleasant.

With a groan, Noah got up. The doorbell rang again, twice. Impatiently. Bad sign. He opened the door, hoping against all odds that it was just one of the neighbours needing something. The moment he could see the woman in front of him, any semblance of a good mood, and his manners, promptly disappeared.

"No."

He was already in the process of shutting the door in her face but thought better of it and stepped outside instead, making sure to grab the key and pull the door shut completely behind him.

"Whatever you want, no", he said coldly.

"God, you're getting ruder every damn time we talk. Show some respect, boy!"

"Yeah, let's skip the pleasantries. What do you want? Spit it out already so I can tell you for the millionth time that I'm broke and don't have time for your bullshit"

"Well maybe I just wanna say hi to my kids! Guess I'm not allowed to see my own family anymore!"

Yeah, sure. He doubted she'd even recognise Mari after all this time, let alone Jamie. The last time she saw her youngest son must have been almost four years ago by now.

"No, you're not. That all? You gonna get the hell away from my apartment now?"

Silence. Noah turned to unlock the door and go back inside, hoping maybe she'd just leave.

"Wait! Look, I just need a couple hundred dollars to pay off this guy I owe. And I've been going to those meetings! I'm sober, I swear!"

"Right, 'cause making me pay off your debt never ended badly at all. Don't show up again if you don't want the cops called on you"

Here comes the outburst.

"Fucking brat! You're the reason I'm even in this situation, you little-"

Without looking at her again, he quickly stepped through the door and turned the key twice, just in case. She was going to throw her usual tantrum and give up after approximately fifty different insults and curses.

Hearing the click of the lock, Mari came out of her room.

"Didn't wake up, somehow"

"Thank god. Let's keep this between us"

They quietly waited for their mother's voice to fade before making sure again that Jamie was still asleep and sighing in relief.

"What did she want?"

"To see her oh so beloved children, of course!"

Noah smiled sarcastically.

"Sober?"

He just gave her a glance. Did she really even have to ask? They stepped into the kitchen together. Time for breakfast and catching up, it was his first day off in what felt like ages.

"I met this guy yesterday"

Mari tilted her head, eyebrows narrowing.

"At the bar I mean. Sat at the counter all night"

He trailed off.

"...Well?"

"Nothing really, we just got to talking is all. Thought he was a straight guy who got lost at first, seemed nice though"

"Wow! That is literally the least interesting thing going on in your life! Congrats!"

"Oh, shut up! Maybe I'm just desperately clinging onto any kind of companionship because the only people I talk to are my nine year old brother, my little sister, who's a bully, drunk people, horny people, and horny drunk people!"

"You forgot pissed off women", Mari added with a grin. Noah mock-angrily sipped his coffee in response.

The day passed by too quickly. Between Mari catching him up on what had happened at school and at home that week and Jamie telling him all about the new book Mari had gotten him (Noah made a mental note to slip some extra pocket money into her backpack later), there wasn't much time left for self-care. Not that he'd ever get some time to himself at home in the first place.

After getting Jamie to go to bed, he finally had some time to think. Mari's friend's birthday was coming up and all three of them were invited, he'd need to set some money aside for a present for her and maybe a bottle of wine for her parents as a thank-you for letting her sleep over so much. Maybe Alex would give him a few of her shifts, she kept saying she wanted more time off but she knew how understaffed they were.

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[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[somerandomdudelmao]

I made some colored refs for my comic ~ And also some sketches because can you guess who is my favorite haha

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The musical episode.

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[loseberg-affectionate]

what he said is probably nothing we haven’t already heard or that bad as he said he doesn’t regret it, probably like having no sympathy for daniel (which daniel also said about hulk & alex said about pierre) & the thing on the radio post-race when he said it was hard trying to fight alpine alone, that kind of thing. my guess from the quadrant video where he seems to be reminding people about dts using things wrong to create drama is that dts have taken things like that out of context as usual & he knows he gets hate if he even so much as breathes at the wrong time so he knows he’s going to get piled on by people just waiting for a reason to hate him. it’s pathetic tbh (the hateful fans not lando). honestly i’m sorry it didn’t work out for daniel but given lando had to fight most of last season alone putting loads of pressure on him including driving twice when he was really sick bc they couldn’t trust daniel to step up, he had every right to be a bit pissy about the situation. we all know that if the roles had been reversed with lando underperforming then the people hating on lando would have been the first to cheer daniel on.

I was nodding along while reading this. And yeah, well, the only thing I'd probably disagree with is the 'why Lando was driving when he was sick" part, bc honestly, these little psychos (I say mostly affectionately) would wanna drive no matter what. Danny Ric could've fought for the championship, and Lando would've still jumped in that car.

But yeah, otherwise I have nothing to add, anon. I absolutely agree!

[macaronsintrees]

friends with benefits but the benefits are holding hands

[tsunosagun]

smoke and mirrors

[zzoupz]

hello faith roleswap au community

[wyrmswears]

more of this fuckass idea (jay-centric doodles this time)

a couple people said they were thinking about making fanwork based off of the purgatory administration idea.. if anyone does please please please tag me 👁👁

[way2gosuperrstarr]

eclipse :)

( updated eclipse; https://www.tumblr.com/way2gosuperrstarr/754038738432196608/sun-moon-and-eclipse-designs-clips-top )

[krazieka2]

I've played the Fire Emblem Husbando Dating Simulator Games

[gatoburr0]

Oh no he’s fuzzy

[valentjin]