I want to thank Misha Collins for inspiring me to do things that, for legal reasons, I cannot disclose online
and no, this is not a joke. Misha, through GISH especially, showed me not just the power of art-as-activism, but what creative modes function best in that setting, and how to organize and lead such efforts.
what I've done with that knowledge, again, would be legally dangerous to admit online
but I'm so happy I know how to do it. I've become a leader in my community, and a supporter of large and powerful movements.
specifically, those spaces know me as an artist. an artist with endless and diverse creative ideas, who knows no fear, takes no shit and is especially good at resistance and point-making via "funny" and lighthearted art.
would Misha approve of what I'm doing?
most likely, FUCK no he wouldn't
he's made himself damn clear where he stands on this stuff, even via silence alone
Okay okay DEEPLORE. In my Alfonse Fire Emblem (AND Sharena do NOT separate them 😤😤😤) folder on my phone that has exactly 1200 items rn and counting. The. Very First Photo in there. The DEFINING moment. The TURNING POINT. PERHAPS. FOR ME. Is This Exact Line
PROOF.
Like damn I hated this guy's dad so fucking much I needed to fuck him about it. The guy. Not his dad. And I've been obsessed with him ever since. 🧍
possessive, all-consuming flesh crashed 'pon petal-soft lips as large hands encircled supple waist. a calloused thumb brushed over exposed flesh, caressing silken skin. the witch sighed into the kiss, equally as eager as the pirate. slender hands grasped broad shoulders as she clutched him impossibly closer. the expanse�� of muscles that flexed beneath her touch sent molten desire down her spine as a hand slid further down, cupping her ass before suddenly she was lifted. shapely legs automatically wrapped around large waist as pure, sinful desire thrummed through her.
hyeon pulled away from the kiss with a sharp inhale, brilliant amber wide as she stared up into molten gold. something particularly feral lurked beneath the surface as her back met the cold stone of the alley he'd cornered her in. pink colored porcelain flesh as she panted, tongue wetting bruised lips. the arrogant twitch to his lips made her equally frustratingly aroused && frustrated. liquid amber gave way to the black of her pupil, desire painted across her ethereal visage even as she scowled up at him.
he'd met her bluff, prowling after her with all the grace of a panther as she disappeared into the crowd. though she knew the streets && alleyways well, the man was not to be deterred, stalking her from a distance until he'd found an opening. hyeon would never forget the thrum of her heart in her throat as she'd realized he'd cornered her. the purely predatory glint within his gaze as he slowly approached, content in the knowledge that he'd won. yet, all the same, his first touch had been gentle, questioning if she had truly wanted it. the heated gaze, the prideful jut of her chin did not abate, even as she dipped her head in response.
a sharp, warning bite to tender throat forced hyeon back to the present. the witch blinked, her gaze sharpening for a moment as she met glimmering gold. lips quirked into a soft smile as a hand slid from broad shoulder to thick hair, tangling within the dark locks as manicured nails raked along his scalp.
❝ nnn, if you plan on staking a claim, darling . . . do not do it so teasingly. i promise that i can take whatever you have to offer. ❞ the witch's eyes danced with amusement as she poked && prodded, unable to quell her desire to shatter the man's inhibitions. ❝ unless you are incapable. i suppose i shan't mourn the loss of crying out your name too harshly. ❞ though she teased, hyeon's legs tightened around the man's waist, unwilling to release their possessive grip.
kissing, in my christian minecraft server ( yes ) || accepting
Happy poetry month! In the spirit of the month, what's your favourite poem? I'm not an avid poetry reader but mine is We Only Want the Earth.
Ooooh I'll have to check that one out, I don't think I've read it!
Hmmm as for favorite poem, there's a few I throw out as my top poem with frequency, but here I've got to say The Bridge by C. Dale Young. I just adore its positivity and the way it isn't afraid to be in love with the small details of life. That's just a feeling I relate with so much in my life and the whole poem is SUCH a vibe. Think I called it my idea of the world's greatest love poem in an essay once (which is def A Claim which idk if I'd fully back up now but the vibes are there) because it isn't just a poem about being in love with someone, it's loving everything they do and everything around you and loving just the world as a whole and how you see it everyday. Its such a vibe fr
looking back and rereading the tbaf series so far for funsies and what the fuck there are SO many typos like i know i posted all of tbaf without proofreading or editing or having a beta reader or anything but also like. jesus christ. i swear i know how to form sentences and words properly please don’t use tbaf as a judgement on my ability to function as a writer
Send me 🗣+ the names of 2 muses on the blog, and there will be a random conversation written involving them.
"Hey!" She had taken up real estate on Shunsui's shoulder for a moment.
"And just what brings you here, young lady, where'd Zaraki go?" Wasn't she always hanging out on his shoulder? He had his own gremlin that camped out on his own shoulder.
Just... where did he go? She had been looking for him... and promptly got lost. "He's with Cue-ball and Yun-yun." Maybe they were training? But she loved to watch them train. "Fourthy said you were good to come to!"
"Oh, did she, now?" Well, that adopted daughter of his might have sent Yachiru his way to either entertain him or he could entertain her.
"YEAH! And she said you knew where the good dumpling shops were!" She could have sworn she saw the woman with a skewer of Mitarashi Dango a few times after 'going to bug her Oyaji'.
And that's what he figured... "Oh! So that's what it is, huh? Of course, I do, the best dumpling and sake places in the Seireitei... but I'm sure you're not interested in the latter." That meant the squad was busy and Yachiru was left out of the 'fun'.
"Can we go?" She was excited about getting some Hanami dango.
"Of course we can, Yachiru-chan." He had to remember to get his 'daughter' back for this one. Maybe he could get her to pay for a round of sake.
CREATOR TAG GAME ⟡ coloring before & after
tagged by: @shorelinnes, @wonjinist, & @wabisaba, thank you! ♡
tagging: @slowrabbitpd, @jjaes, @hyungheons, @kyunsies (i’m almost 2 weeks late to when this was going around, so if you’ve already done it sorry for the second tag! no pressure either way!)
y’know how some people have service dogs? fitz deserves a service dragon. if alvar gets to have a pet raptor then fitz should get to have a dragon to help with his echoes. (bonus points if he names them after mr. snuggles)
curious about early days vibes for the flying stars if you have more thoughts about that. like it sounds like they go from being two sets of two weirdos to being a set of four weirdos all together and that seems like it would be a bit of a process
oh it is. absolutely a Whole process. like already the friendship btwn robo and otter with roope is. weird. because those two have their own longer history and um. deeper. connection. but roope is good and has amazing stage presence and promised them a bassist so they kind of. brute force their way through it.
and roope isn’t Bad company, he’s just. not the easiest to connect to? and they think it’s a language barrier thing, or maybe he’s just like that but no. his english is like great for the most part and he seems silly and fun with his other friends. but they find out after playing together a bit that he and robo have Electric chemistry. like their styles play off each other really well in every way. so while roope still absolutely fucking refuses to give into north american ideas of politeness (why would i ask how you are if i don’t care. just because we’re in a space together for a few minutes doesn’t mean we have to introduce ourselves when we’re strangers. dont talk to me) he does let them in a bit more over the few weeks they exist pre-miro.
and then they find out miro isn’t just a random bassist he knows Here but a bassist from Back Home. like finland home. and they’re like??? maybe we should meet him first? like call or text or something at least? is he already flying out here?? wdym you dont know anyone else more. idk. in america? and roopes like. okay shut up no he’s good. you’ll see you’ll get it. and also yeah he already booked his flight soo. and then when miro Does finally get to the states and they organize a little meet up it completely changes their perspective on roope because like. okay they thought they made Progress. they cracked through that shell and could unlock the roope they saw with his other friends. Wrong. they saw roope mostly with american friends. they are not prepared for the loud ass rapid fire finnish that he and miro break into, or the clear ease in the way they interact, in general and physically. and theyre like :/ oh maybe we didnt unlock shit and this is gonna be awful and awkward as we feared.
so despite the fears that miro is gonna be as stand offish as roope felt at the start, they actually get along really well with him off the bat, like he comes off much friendlier, and sure he’s a little quiet but its not like. Concerning. and roope was right. he IS really good and they DO get it. for the first little while it is for sure like, two separate weird duos that just kind of seem friendly with each other - not helped by the fact that miro is living with roope while otter is sorting out school stuff and robo is in and out of the state for a bit - but once they’re all able to Solidly be together otter realizes like. wait a fucking minute. miro isn’t nice. roope hasn’t gotten nicer. they’re just Secretly being assholes together.
this realization of course brought on when robo asks possibly the dumbest shit he’s ever heard in his life during practice and miro just hits him with a “yeah of course (:” as if he doesn’t deserve to get torn apart for saying it. and wow miro says that a lot. they thought it was a weird filler but No he’s just making fun of them to their face and roope is just giggling along with him. and ofc when this is called out miro is like “no no i was just trying not to hurt ur feelings 🤗” and even if that was believable roope starts blowing up his spot chuckling anyways So.
so once That is put out there things sloowly start clicking into place because they’re like. okay we get your stupid sense of humor now. we can work with this. and miro IS more willing to conform to american politness which probably soothes otter’s midwestern soul a little. and because of this they do find it easier to get close to miro, and through like. osmosis or whatever robo and otter grow on roope as well. and it Cannot be denied that robo and roope’s insane chemistry on stage can be carried on offstage….. to say the least .
so basically through the powers of being so stubborn and gay and mean. they can all b friends <3 and maybe friends who kiss <3
ㅤㅤ jesper had dealt with bullet wounds and then some. the territory was pretty much guaranteed when you were someone like him who caught himself in crossfires and gunfights on the regular, but - wylan was new.
ㅤㅤ unless the tannery somehow covered how to properly take care of a bullet wound, they doubted he had an idea of how to properly take care of it. they could hear kaz's voice in their head, too, something about making sure their demolitions expert still had his hands as well as a decent amount of his body still attached to him, ideally bullet - free.
ㅤㅤ" i'm trying to make sure you don't bleed half of your gut out, " jesper said, flipping through several supplies. kaz only employed a medik for emergencies, and he had tabs on several healers to call on for emergencies, but there was no time for that. he spun on one heel to peer at wylan. " and dressing your own bullet wounds tends to be a bit of a bitch of a task. you want my help or not? "