#tiny affirmations

[lightboundloveless]

edit: currently lamenting the fact that i didn’t think of “all of the above” …

[orreryaskew]

look how far you’ve come!!!

[puhpandas]

gregory vanessa and freddy will have content in secret of the mimic no matter how small like to charge reblog to cast

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Something about my femme having gone back home has made me realize something so important about butch/femme love I didn't really register at first.

How much my gender as a butch was affirmed by my femme. She sees me for who I am in a light I'm not sure literally any queer peer I've had prior has. My two-spirit womanhood, my butchness, just felt... natural around her. The masculinity, the "silly" chivalrous tendencies, the way I naturally wanted to dress. It was all affirmed just by being in relation to my femme. I had literally zero gender dysphoria for basically the entire week. It was glorious.

I actually had one of the worst dysphoria days in months yesterday afterwards, almost like a whiplash effect. But, this also helps serve as a reminder of just how right butch is for me. How happy I feel specifically as a two-spirit butch, in relation to my femme.

Once again butch/femme has proven itself holy.

[jadequarze]

People are so nice in the tags for my masc laudna drawings buhhh

[cikcil]

[so-very-small]

i am god’s tiniest creature and everyone loves me so much

[transcendragon]

There Is Still Wonder In The World - it’s been awhile since I made some gentle reminder art. This one has minnows in it!

My original art made in Procreate, image description in alt text.

[roboyomo]

hm. suddenly feeling awfully jealous right before bed

[sfsolstice]

very curious to know what everyone's love languages are & what the best way to make you feel seen by someone is

[helianskies]

ugly maths.

i hate maths, right. i don't usually like numbers, and if i do like numbers it's gotta be an 8 or a 48 and nothing else.

thing is, i've recently caught myself doing maths again. ugly maths. the kind of maths that, really, i've been trying to avoid as much as possible because, well, it's ugly!

you... wanna see?

okay, fine... but don't say i didn't warn you!

ugly, see? look at all those numbers! not a 48 in sight!

huh? what's that? you don't see what i'm on about? oh... oh! hang on, lemme just—

better? yes? no? no? okay, what if i—

mmh, yes. ugly numbers. see it now? can you see why they're ugly?

here, i can make it worse.

these numbers are ugly. the maths they make me do is ugly.

now i'll level with you: the worst ones by far are the yellow numbers. the maths they make me do it the ugliest.

why ugly?

because it makes me ugly.

those numbers turn me into not only a suddenly number-obsessed fool, but a fool who also cannot understand these numbers and what they mean and why i feel like they reflect on me and my ability.

87, 75.

the thoughts are as follows:

• the orange numbers are big, so why are you being ugly about the yellow ones? you should be happy with what you have. so many nice big numbers! not everyone receives that.

• is it that there are two different audiences for these two different fics? perhaps. they are quite different works, with different appeals, and different themes. maybe you are reading too much into it.

• why are you obsessing over numbers anyway? you don't like maths! you left maths behind when you were 16, put it down!

okay, okay, fine! i'll put the maths down. right here, in fact!:

that 87 was an 83 at the start of the year. the 6161 it is attached to was a 5453.

4, 708.

ugly maths.

the 75 is a nice number. in fact, compared to 87, it is beautiful, radiant, enchanting. at the start of the year, 75 was 48. wow. now that is one sexy number!

27.

mmmm.

6161, 1061.

5100.

87, 75.

12.

mmmm.

you know, my most favourite comment left recently on a fic of mine was 2 characters long: :(

it made me :)

well, actually, it made me >:) because it was left in response, presumably, to one of the key scenes in a new chapter which left the exact impression on someone that i hoped it would.

they must be the only one who reacted like that, though.

1.

have i mentioned that that 87 and 75 include author responses?

i won't try to do more maths, there. it might not end well for me. the maths is making me tired enough as it is, and i have an early start tomorrow.

oh! but, that being said, i have another set of ugly numbers to show you, so keep 87 and 75 in mind.

ready?

838, 245.

(want a hint? the green numbers!)

838, 87. 245, 75.

9.6, 3.3.

ugly maths. it's ugly again, see? i don't like it. i'm seeing numbers within numbers within numbers, and i can't seem to stop!

the numbers make me ask new questions:

• why is it not good enough?

• people seem to engage more with one fic over the other, so shouldn't you prioritise?

• is all this maths this really good for you?

no, it isn't.

i want to avoid ugly maths. ugly maths makes me want to tear my hair out. it makes me want to start from scratch. it makes me want to grab someone and scream. it makes me want to cry and press a button that has tempted me many times before when the numbers become too ugly to bear.

ugly maths turn me into an ugly person.

ugly maths make me obsessive, paranoid, anxious, regretful, vindictive, spiteful, alone.

i hate maths. i hate numbers, just like, it feels, the numbers hate me.

[codecicle-archive]

heyyy 😼😼

heard from my mutual you are cool and to follow you so here am I

hru?

HELLOOOOOOO :0 cannot believe felix has sent an entire army to come follow me I am TERRIFIED but also very happy LMAO

I'm doing good!! How are you dude? :]

[eowyn-igneelcheshire]

Sharing this post because wtf but also please ignore the notes freaking out about the mpreg part because ughhhh can we just be fucking normal about the concept of pregnant men for once.

Schwarzenegger winning seemed like the most embarrassing thing that would ever happen in politics at the time and now he’s to the left of every elected Republican and a few Democrats and just makes videos going “young men, my fadda was a Nazi and he was a contemptible loosah”

[yunamoona]

“How many do you think is too many?” Is a too dangerous question to ask a greedy man like Satoru Gojo.

He’d keep you knocked up for as long as you’d allow it, and if you do allow it— for years to come, one after another. I just know he wants a huuuuge family, so many babies, as many as you’ll give him.

Gets to a point where your second daughter who’s no older than two gets confused when you’re not pregnant for once.

She clambers up the couch onto your lap, her tiny hands pawing at your stomach. And then she lifts the hem of your shirt, ducking her small head under, and then out, and then under again. A childlike concern furrows her wispy brows as she looks to you. “Mama, your tummy gone!”

Her innocent fretting warrants a surprised huff of laughter from you, but from across the living room, it cues a scheming, wickedly thrilled look from your husband.

He himself trudges over, lifting his legs high with every step as two of your other children clung to each of his calves like koalas to a tree trunk, squealing joyfully as he hauled them along.

There’s a genuinely bright grin as he lifts your daughter from your lap, the little girl beaming and giggling when he blew raspberries into her cheek.

“D’aww don’t look so frowny, cupcake,” He cooed as he lifted her overhead, sitting the now smiley girl atop his shoulders. All three of your littles were now tugging at some part of him with cheery expressions, whether it be his pants, shirt, or hair as he affirmed, “Mama’s tummy’ll come back.”

Satoru’s eyes shift to you now with a devious and knowing glint, loaded with implications that only you and him are privy to as he slyly adds, “won’t it, Mama?”

[wretchedcanine]

bpd is so fucking dumb

[drfunkbeat]

i love zool sooooooooo much ugh