and its embarassing

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sometimes you just gotta question yourself on how other gods work

would the smoke thing count as vaping? or does it already qualify as vore?


anyways there goes my decent art streak, goodbye
i have been enabled by anon like 2 weeks back and im sorry
its embarassing how long i stared at this questioning if i should actually finish it while listening to the bibi und tina lied lmao

can we.. stop being so harsh on kids who use o3o, xD, x3, -3-, or types liek dish :3 because when i typed like that when i was 9/10 i was so happy at the time and it was just such of a good year for me. i do still sometimes think its embarassing but..? it doesnt effect you. theyre just being kids having fun, please dont make fun of them or make them feel bad..

anonymous asked:

hi there! what's problematic about the phrase "women and femmes"? a lot of queer-identified folks i know use it a lot when referring to patriachial oppression, and at first it made sense to me but now i'm not so sure it does. thanks!!

femme is a specific identity that arose in a particular context within working-class communities in the 1930s & 40s centered around dating & having sex with other women & it’s silly to use it as a catch-all term for “feminine” (although I recognise that saying this is fighting a losing battle, lmao).

using “femme” to vaguely mean “feminine / feminine-presenting people” is 1. to misappropriate that terminology and 2. (and more importantly at this point imho) to imply that femininity or feminine presentation are hallmarks of “real” women, as positioned against gender nonconforming & butch women (who are decried for being “masculine” and therefore basically men). holding up “femininity” as a prerequisite for womanhood is, besides being flat-out misogynistic, always going to exclude and demonise lesbians (because even femmes aren’t acceptably feminine & are gender nonconforming in many aspects of their behaviour), & especially butches.

You can’t convince me that Lance didn’t have a giant Shiro poster on one of the walls in his and Hunk’s dorm back at the garrison

when you spent 7 hours on one second of animation bc you really love cute/slightly sadistic expressions that you even dreamt of watching a Sonic anime with awesome artstyle

3rd try on doing animation but LOL ain’t it difficult

send help for me

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Using the tissue, Gon gently wiped the blood smudged across the edges Killua’s mouth. It took a few tries to clean all of the bright red away, and it was only after the first and second wipe that Gon suddenly realized that he was touching Killua’s lips.

He froze, heat rushing to his cheeks so fast his head swam.

“Gon?” Killua said quietly.


SO I’ve been wanting to draw for Words That Water Flowers for a while now and finally had the time today!!!  ( ´ ▽ ` )
It’s —as always —a very good fic by @decembercamiecherries!!! And I can’t thank DC enough for their fics, so I hope you like this!!!  (*´∀`*)
Please give the fic a read if you can! 

im korean and i dont insert random “aish”’s and “yah”’s into my otherwise english posts u know why? bc it doesnt make sense and it serves no purpose other than using korean for the sake of using korean. so tell me why u non koreans think u can do it?

when you non korean ppl do this ur using korean just for the sake of using korean, and hence accessoring my language. ur using korean slang that u, as a non korean person, would never really use irl, to try and closer yourself to korean culture and at the end of the day it makes you a koreaboo. ur using my language to accessorize ur posts to seem More Korean when ur not korean at all.

most of u have seemed to grasp the concept that using hangul as a non korean person is appropriation so tell me why i still see so much of korean slang thrown around? do you think that just bc now its in an english translation its suddenly an english word? does changing 오빠 to oppa now suddenly make it an english word? its just as embarassing and racist as using straightup hangul

if you’re going to consume so much korean media then you have an obligation to respect korean culture and korean people as more than just figments of ur dream idol. pretending you’re korean for listening to kpop is not respectful, its not cute, it fetishizes korean people and works against us being treated as complex human beings

valentine’s day is a terrible day to confess your love

“So,” Maki raises an eyebrow, one hand on her hip and the other playing with her hair in that annoying gesture she always, always seemed to do when unimpressed. “What’s this, exactly?”

Nico hadn’t really prepared an answer – with chocolate in both hands, she would’ve thought the answer to be clear as day. Then again, Nozomi had warned her that probably the only person more dense than herself (thanks, fucker) was the girl in front of her, so, well, perhaps she should have planned for that.

Not that any of Nico’s plans had been going right today, mind you, so what the hell was a plan anyway?

“Uh,” Nico stumbles over words and over herself as she struggles to maintain balance, realising she’s reaching out a little far and Maki still isn’t reaching back to take the chocolates. She maintains eye contact for another few painful seconds before the other girl looks away, turning up the left corner of her mouth and creasing her eyebrows. Nico sweats.

“Uh,” she repeats, hands all damn clammy now, goddamnit Eli why did you make this sound so easy – “Chocolate.”

Maki stares at the poorly-wrapped chocolate sitting in Nico’s palms. It’s probably melting, considering just how unfortunately moist her hands have become under the stare of the most unsettling first year this side of Akiba.

“Homemade,” Nico adds, as if it weren’t perfectly obvious to all who had functional eyes that yes, the slightly melty brown stuff was chocolate, and yes, the clumsy wrapping probably indicated it’d been wrapped by hands equally as clumsy. Maki’s eyes are disconcerting, glancing to the chocolates, to Nico, to elsewhere and back, again and again.

Eli never mentioned just how nervewracking this would be. Nico couldn’t even imagine confessing to that sneaky asshole Nozomi – then again, those two were so incredibly disgusting with each other they probably spewed rainbows from their mouths and made lilies bloom around them when it finally happened.

No, the only thing blooming was the anxiety in Nico’s stomach as Maki continued to be evasive, leaving her standing in quite the uncomfortable position, prostrating herself. Then again, maybe this was just her fault because she’d kinda just shoved them in the girl’s face instead of doing something normal like saying “Happy Valentine’s Day!” or “I’m deeply in love with you, please marry me” or “I am so desperate to get in your pants you’re so hot it kills me I’m begging you”.

“I can see that,” Maki finally says, nodding to herself as if yes, that cleared everything up. Which it didn’t. Probably. You could never really tell with redheads. Or Makis. Or redheads named Maki. Yeah.

Nico wonders exactly how she’s going to explain this to the terrible two she calls her buddies – how she’d completely thrown any semblance of The Plan out the window the moment she’d frozen up until a purple gaze. Then again, The Plan had sort of been a wash from the beginning, considering how every time she’d tried to corner Maki alone in order to enact The Plan, some annoying ginger had waltzed along and ruined her chances of enacting The Plan (Nico made a mental note to kick Rin’s ass, later).

“So…” Maki trails off, halfway between making eye contact and staring at Nico’s open palms, still. Nico jolts back to life, stumbling over words and trying to make sense of her oh so conveniently clumsy tongue before –

“Valentine’s Day – Happy Day. For you. Yes.”

Ah, perfect. Just how she wanted to say it.

Before she trails away to curl up and die somewhere in a hole, Nico debates how best to ask Nozomi to scatter her ashes.

Maki, bless her, looks about as embarrassed for Nico as Nico feels herself, and blushes some pink that probably pales in comparison to the apparent luminescence of the shorter girl’s face. Seriously, she should be charging for the light she’s putting out.

“These are,” Maki hesitates, “for me?”

Nico nods, thanking whichever merciful god decided to give her a helping hand in the form of at least one of them being able to form coherent sentences. She doesn’t trust her own tongue to do the same, considering her last shameful display.

“Oh,” Maki says, voice cracking and freezes. Well, no, freezes is probably a little soft – it’s more like she self-destructs in a gentle, contained kind of way. Her face blossoms into a pretty miasma of blotchy red, and her limbs seize up, hands paused in front of her and mouth just a fraction agape.

Nico would have laughed if she weren’t in the exact same situation, so she instead opts for mumbling “Here,” and storming off.

She finds Nozomi eavesdropping behind the school wall, who promptly guffaws.

“I can’t breathe, Nico,” she wheezes, five minutes later. Nico stands there in despair.

Ten minutes later, Nozomi still isn’t together enough to stand.

(Maki drops the chocolates three times before managing to regain function of her body.)

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Magnus: 1st Even fan, 1st Evak stan *