bless your heart

anyway like, it remains that i relate way more to transfeminine people’s relationship to gender/effeminacy/masculinity and most transmasculine discourse on those subjects leaves me confused and alienated and i feel intensely guilty about that and constantly have scrupulosity spirals about being a fetishist and a transmisogynist lmao

Oh Lucy

She thought she lost Aquarius for good….

She thought she lost Natsu… 

We know Lucy loves her spirits with all her heart. To me, those smiles are very similar. So I’ll be damned if Lucy doesn’t love Natsu with all her heart as well. Lucy may not have had many fight scenes but she has been on an emotional rollercoaster, there’s no question of that. 

Natsu, your girl needs some love.  ╰(◡‿◡✿╰)

Reminder. If you’re rping a canon character and feeling insecure about your writing, or fearing replacement, simply remember that your muse is not just a duplicate. No one else will be able to breathe life into that character the way you do. No one else will feel the exact way you feel about your muse. There will be people who value your muse and never stop writing with you no matter what. There will be people who appreciate your portrayal, no matter how many other versions are out there. Always remember why you made your blog. Never let anyone or anything cast your passion out of your heart !!


My top 10 favorite Skater Family images in no particular order

because the official illustrations spoil us so much :’)

As a fairly recent transplant to the South, I’ve got to say that my very favorite thing about southern living is the phrase “Bless your heart.” It took me awhile to catch on to the many subtle and nuanced uses of the phrase, but it’s just fantastic. It’s an insult in sheep’s clothing, a phrase that’s as innocuous as “Oh honey, no,” at its mildest, but can run all the way to “fuck off and die,” modulated only by context and tone of voice.

It’s great on the internet, too. When I’m deep in an argument and my opponent says something particularly asinine, it is incredibly satisfying to be able to bless their heart before dismantling their point. There’s a lot I’m not going to miss at all when I finally escape back northward, but the pie and the heart-blessing will both be things I sorely miss. 

One Day your Heart will take you to your Lover.
One Day your Soul will carry you to the Beloved.
Don’t get lost in your pain, know that one day..
your pain will become your cure.


Kentucky Gothic

•There is no blue grass here.  The grass is green.  Grass is always green.  Even the bluegrass is green.  We don’t know why.

•The sun shines bright on our old Kentucky home.  The rain pummels it five minutes later.  The sun comes out even sooner.  A tornado can be seen from the distance.  It’s practically picnic weather.

•Look out at the corn field; now it is a strip mall.  The fields get smaller and smaller.  Farmers are baffled.  Who keeps planting all of these stores?  Everyone blames Indiana.

•Sinkholes are everywhere.  The house next door is gone now.   Only a hole remains.  Bless their heart.  They had it coming.

•They say Frankfort is the capital.  Nobody has ever seen Frankfort.  It is so small.  We have lost Frankfort.  We have found the Confederate capital, Bowling Green.  It wasn’t hard to find; they never shut up about being the Confederate capital.

•It is impossible to see anything. Is that a giant fog? No, it is cigarette smoke. I thought this was a no smoking establishment. Where’s the sign? Oh wait, I can’t see it. Maybe it was never there. Only the smoke remains.

•That is not how you pronounce Versailles.  Nobody knows how to pronounce Versailles in Kentucky. They are forever cursed to pronounce it as “ver-sales”.  Bless their hearts.

•I have been in Lexington for a week.  I am still in Lexington.  I thought I left yesterday.  A month has passed.  There is no end to this place.  A horse prances in the distance, signalling my doom.  I am trapped here for eternity.

•I don’t know where Louisville ends and Jeffersonville begins.  Am I in Kentucky?  Am I in Indiana?  Everyone sounds the same.  I can’t tell.  I sip my sweet tea in agony.  This isn’t sweet tea.  This is a mint julep.  I cry into the glass.  Bless my heart.  

my pen pressure is fucked sorry

imagine the esper squad calling out gross shit

- Submission by @imgay100