but i spent too much time on it so i'm posting

seeing that “notes =/= my art’s value but if you spent 6 hours on a cake for a party and no one ate it you’d be disappointed too” post floating around and it exasperates me a bit

i’ve had art i spent loads of time on sit at 5 notes. for years. until, one day, without any warning, one person reblogs it and the next thing i know, the note count jumps up into the hundreds. it is a crapshoot, guys.

i see a lot of people saying that getting no notes makes them want to quit. i know it’s disheartening, to be proud of something and find out seemingly no one appreciates it. that sucks. i get it!

now i’ve had friends not only disregard my art, but make fun of it. art i’d drawn for them as a gift. if you think feeling like no one likes your art sucks, you’re preaching to the choir. my art was mocked. i was told i wasn’t as good as other artists. i didn’t keep drawing for these people or their approval - i kept drawing for me. i looked for my own improvement and took small victories, and over time, i let go of the cruel things people had said and learned to believe in myself again

when my art started to get positive attention, i’d screenshot every nice comment or tag anyone ever left on my art and save it to a “motivation” folder. they were blessings, not something i felt entitled to. even the tiniest remarks meant so much to me.

at one point, one of my friends admitted they were mad at me - because my art would receive more notes. a friend whose art i would regularly admire, someone who i encouraged and believed in, as if my appreciation somehow meant less than numbers on a website. it really sucked, guys!

your art and the time you put into it is invaluable and you should be proud of yourself above all else. to receive no recognition and to create in spite of that is admirable! it’s heart and passion, and it’s going to stay with you a lot longer than a handful of notes. cherish kindness no matter where it comes from - family, friends, strangers - it’s all genuine, i promise, and while there’s no guarantee your art will become popular, you can be the first person who believes in yourself. hang on tight to friends who recognize your hard work, and if you haven’t found any yet, you will

tl;dr recognition can come in many forms, and notes certainly don’t hurt, but they aren’t your only validation. be proud of yourself, keep going, and cherish each and every person who believes in you. every time you post art, it’s a gamble, but personal growth is a constant. someday you’ll be glad you didn’t give up.

TEAM ROBIN, WE STILL HAVE A CHANCE!!! DON’T GIVE UP!

We can still activate 3x bonus and finish her off in an epic finale! Robin can do this! He can stop another waifu from winning voting gauntlet! If someone can stop their streak, it’s him!

[translations] 2017.07.06 NCT 127 First Anniversary Event fan accounts - Rolling Paper

Taeil -> Johnny
Chicago monster bro. I love your physiques, are you perhaps a model? Thank you for always looking out for the rest of the members by taking on the role of the middle man. [chewchew_do]

Taeil -> Taeyong
Your features are so beautiful. Your eyes nose lips, no, I love everything about you [cheetahparrot]

Taeil -> Yuta
Yukkuri ….. ????? (fan accounts say that yuta was laughing so hard that he couldn’t read it)

Taeil -> Doyoung
How are you? Cutie. Every time I see your shoulders I think you are so handsome. I’m fine thank you bro [dukduk0614]

Taeil -> Jaehyun
Jaehyun I like your burning passion, in the future please burn that bright and pass the passion on to the remaining members as well [chin9deura]

Taeil -> Winwin
Ni Hao, Dong Si Cheng. I heard you play games really badly, practice more. Anyway you are so cute. I think you have gotten used to living in Korea, and gotten close with the members. Dong Si Cheng, Wo Ai Ni [nct_victory]

Taeil -> Mark
Cute. You are so cute. I can always feel a lot of things when I’m with you. Thank you bro [markleezzang]

Taeil -> Haechan
Our Lee Haechan who usually joke a lot but lately you became quiet. However now I like how you are joking around again. We nag at you is because we like you. I’m thankful that you are doing the role of the maknae well, and became the mood-maker too. Bye bye I love you [xzzanx]

Johnny -> Taeil
I am an only child in the family. But because hyung was by my side I was able to feel how is it like to have an older brother. I feel really happy and secured with hyung by my side. I am always thankful for that. Even though hyung don’t express it, but I know you like me a lot. I love you hyung. [chin9deura]

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Princess Kaguya of the Moon

so while i was in japan i stumbled upon a pop up alien and space museum/art gallery (if you can’t find a thing in tokyo, it probably doesn’t exist) and there were these gorgeous feudal paintings of the tale of the bamboo cutter and it’s a very good story but

what if

it went

a little

differently?

kaguya is the princess of the moon. she is a young child, gangly thin limbs and a plump mouth permanently set in a stubborn pout. she is a beautiful child, even by the moon’s standards, with her cold opal eyes and hair the same deep black as the void of space. she is an unruly, irritable child. she runs from the priestesses who attempt to teach her her duties, and steps on the feet of little princes from far away stars that her parents parade in front of her. she can’t be soothed by sweets, by soft toys, by pretty songs. she is a being of constant want, and nothing in the whole of space seems to satisfy her.

kaguya does not love the moon as she should. she does not find beauty in it’s silvery, iridescent ground, nor in the pools beneath its surface that glint like mercury. she finds her citizens stuffy and annoying, and all the people from the stars think they’re better than them just because they shine a little brighter. it makes kaguya cross – the sun shines brightest of all, and the only beings that still reside on it is a great monster of a dragon that no one dares cross.

the priestesses try to entice her to learn this portion of her duties at least, but she runs from them and plugs her ears and does not listen. there are times when the sun and moon cross paths, and when they do the great dragon of the sun attempts to gobble them up whole. it is only by praying to the god tsukuyomi and erecting a barrier that the royal family can protect their home from the sun dragon.

it is kaguya’s most sacred duty, and she has no interest in it.

she’s simultaneously bored by her home and insulted when others find it lacking, and this contrary rational might be distressing to the logic of an adult, but kaguya is not an adult. she is a child, and being contrary is her prerogative.

she is walking through in the courtyard behind a palace when a shooting star passes her by, then circles back again. it’s s such a little thing, it must have been traveling for a very long time, because it’s burned down so it’s only about half as big as kaguya. this means the star is very old. “child,” the falling star says, voice ancient and crackling, “why are you sad?”

“i am not sad,” she answers, but as soon as she says that she knows it’s a lie, and tears prick at her eyes. “i am always lonely, though i am surrounded by people. i am always bored, though there are many things to entertain me. i am always angry, though there is nothing wrong. i am sad because i am a piece that does not fit.”

“maybe you are simply a piece that belongs to a different puzzle,” the falling star says, “come, climb onto me, and i will i take you somewhere new.”

“will it be better?” she asks.

if a falling star could shrug this one would, but it can’t so it doesn’t. “it will be different.”

different sounds better to kaguya. she agrees, not bothering to say goodbye to her parents or her people, does not take one last look at the beauty of the moon’s surface. instead she climbs onto the falling star, her skin thick enough that she does not feel its burn, and rides it all the way down, until it is a star no longer and only a falling rock, until she goes tumbling onto a whole new planet, and as she falls she thinks that this new planet looks very green.

~

there is an old man called taketori no okina. he lives alone in a great bamboo field, and every day he wakes up at dawn and cuts bamboo until dusk, then he goes home and eats and sleeps and wakes up in the morning to do it all again. when he was a young man, taketori no okina fell in love with a samurai who had laughter lines around his mouth and strong hands, who taught him how to wield blades with a strength and skill that could cut down the strongest soldiers. but taketori no okina only uses it to harvest bamboo. the samurai was engaged to the daughter of a respectable family, and so he left. he left his village not long after the samurai, unable to be there alone in the place where they used to be together.  taketori no okina’s heart was so full of love for his samurai that he could not bear to love another, and so he never did.

he is awoken in the middle of the night by a bang that shakes his home and nearly deafens him. he stumbles outside, and a couple miles into his field he sees smoke. he goes running for it, concerns about fire and war – they’re in a time of peace now, but they weren’t always – rushing through his mind as he stumbles through. when he reaches the source, it’s to find his bamboo flattened in a ten foot wide circle and a little girl lying in the center. he falls to his knees beside her and carefully picks her up, cradling her in his arms. she’s pale, like she doesn’t spend enough time in the sun, and has long black hair. her thin chest rises and falls with her deep breaths, and he is relieved that she’s alive. “little girl,” he says, “you must wake up and tell me if you are all right.”

she opens her eyes, two pearls set in her delicate face. “i am well,” she says, and smiles at him. she curls into him, setting her head against his chest, “you are warm. i will stay with you, for you are warm and have a kind face.”

she falls asleep once more, a hand clutching something laying across her stomach and her other hand fisted into his robe. taketori no okina looks at this little girl and feels his heart expand, until it’s straining against his rib cage. he loves his samurai as much as he always has, but now his heart is bigger. it’s made room so he can fill it with love for this little girl, and so he does.

he carries her to his home and settles her into his bed. it’s a small bed, meant only for one, and she is a little thing, but he does not wish to crowd her, so takes the floor. tomorrow he will build her a bed and take her to market and show her the hot springs near the mountain. for now he falls asleep listening to her soft breathing with a smile.

the next morning he wakes up to her sitting on the floor by his side, running her fingers over a pockmarked stone. “what is that?”

“it is all that is left of my friend. she was once a great star but she fell, as all great stars must. she carried me here because i was sad. but now i am sad that she is gone.”

“that’s all right,” taketori no okina says, and she blinks down at him. no one had ever told her that it was okay that she was sad before. “she was very special, so we must put her in a very special place.”

he gets up and builds a ledge across the window with a platform just big enough for the stone to fit. he lifts her up so that she can set what’s left of her friend on it herself. “now she can see you and sky she came from at the same time, and you will always be able to see her.”

“she cannot see anything anymore,” she says, but she likes the idea of it, the sentiment. she feels less sad at her loss now, although she can’t say why, since nothing has changed.

once he has set her back on her feet she looks up at him and says, “i am kaguya. what shall i call you?”

“they call me taketori no okina,” he pushes a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, “you may call me whatever you like.”

she wrinkles her nose at that name. it is too long, and too formal. if she is to call him that, then he might as well call her princess kaguya, and she might as well not have left the moon at all. “i will call you oyaji,” she declares, and it’s not a term she’d used even with her father on the moon, but for this old man who built her a shelf and carried her home and had large, rough hands that touch her gently, she thinks it fits.

~

kaguya quite likes the new planet and her new father. he is man who’s spent a lifetime working and doing little else. he has a tidy savings that he cheerfully depletes on her; he buys her colorful kimonos for her to wear when he walks her to market, and functional kosodes for the days she spends playing in the river and darting through the bamboo forests. he tells her stories at night, of his samurai, of the emperor, and when he exhausts his reservoir of stories about this land, he tells her the tales of other ones – the fire-rats of china, the buddha of india, and when he even those run out he tells her of dragons, of a magical island called horai.

she loves these stories, and she loves him. there are days when she is sad and cross, and on those days oyaji kisses her forehead and tucks the blanket around her shoulder and brings her something spicy from the market for dinner. oyaji just lets her be sad or angry when she wants to be, and because of that kaguya finds that now she gets sad less and less, that more often than not she’s …. happy.

she notices the special care oyaji takes when he talks of samurai, and sees the strength and power in his limbs when he cuts bamboo, and decides she would like to be strong like the samurai in his stories, like oyaji is himself. so she asks and asks, and he’s worried that it’s too dangerous for her. but oyaji loves her like she’s his own flesh and blood, and is unable to deny her anything.

kaguya grows up. she grows up on stories of far off lands and magic, she grows up on warm, simple food made by someone who loves her, she grows up learning to wield blades with the same brute efficiency as oyaji. kaguya grows up beautiful. her skin is darker now that she dances in the sun’s rays, her hair is long and fine, and her eyes are as they’ve always been – pale and beautiful, small versions of the moon she was born on. she moves with a steadied grace that only a deadly woman can master and has the whipcord strength of body from days working in the bamboo fields alongside her father, but all the delicate features of the princess she was born as.

they were left alone when she was a child, when oyaji took her hand and guided her to meat stalls and cloth sellers and bought sparkly combs for her to wear in her hair. but kaguya is a child no longer. she is a young woman, and tales of her beauty spread far and wide. just as when she was a child and princes from far off stars came to court her, now princes come from far off lands. as a child she stepped on their feet, and as a woman she wishes to take her shiny blades and cut them from navel to neck. but she is not a princess here, she is the poor daughter of a poor bamboo cutter, and must act accordingly. she can’t go slicing up arrogant suitors who believe they are entitled to her, no matter how much she would like to.

the most persistent are five princes from lands far from here. she requests a betrothal gift from each of them, and says she will marry the first to return.

from the first prince, she requests the stone begging bowl of buddha.

from the second prince, she requests a jeweled branch from horai.

from the third prince, she requests a fire-rat robe.

from the fourth prince, she requests a cowry shell born of swallows.

from the fifth prince, she requests a colored jewel from a dragon’s neck.

off they go to fulfill her impossible requests, and kaguya rests easy knowing that they will not return, or if they do they will return empty handed.

but this is not the end.

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on “anti”-ism

I know there’s a lot of legitimate reason to be scared out there. I know there are abusers, predators, and worse in the world. Many of us have dealt with abuse in many stages of our lives, in its myriad of disgusting forms. But there’s a reason “adults on the internet” keep telling you to chill about the shipping. It’s because literally the only thing wrong with shipping is not being chill about the shipping.

When you enter the realm of fandom the expectation is that you understand the barriers between reality and fiction. While it’s true that there are individuals who do not understand or respect this rule, ignoring it is like showing up to a restaurant that explicitly asks customers to wear shirts and shoes in wet gym shorts and nothing else. It’s not the norm. It’s not acceptable. And it’s only a matter of time before that person is asked to leave. We’re not going to close down the kink restaurant just because a few people can’t read. With regards to age, another metaphor I’ve used for kink fiction is beer. It’s made by adults and intended for adults. It can be purchased for and consumed by minors, but that’s not the way it’s supposed to be used, and those using it incorrectly are responsible, not the ones who brewed it.

I grew up in fandom. I’ve already “grown up”, much to my periodic dismay. I’ve spent more than a decade here, and that’s nothing compared to the 40 or 50+ years some people have dedicated to this hobby. There’s a reason why I know what I know. I make friends with people who are kink-friendly, because that’s what I am. I know and have known hundreds such people, thanks to conventions and the internet. The balance in these people of working their jobs, paying their bills, taking care of their spouses and children and pets and extended families and communities - and also responsibly engaging in the hobby of creating porn for themselves isn’t weird or against the grain. It’s normal. Responsibility and respect are expected. In literally every case of fandom drama, whether it was the Supernatural death-threats or the Snapewives cult or the hot and fresh trend of bullying vulnerable fans into attempting suicide, the problem was never an inappropriate kink, or a pairing that involved two characters with different numbers in their ages. It was a disrespect for reality, an inappropriate action taken that affected other real people. And no amount of shipping “purity” is going to solve or even correlate to that problem.

I get that the world is terrifying and that everyone wants easy “markers” to see which people are the bad ones - the problematic ones - the ones to be avoided. But life is not and never has been that simple. People hide what’s wrong with them if they can. They mask it. Bad people will try to deceive you because they are bad people. Good people will ship “bad” things and bad people will ship “good” things. Good people will have “bad” kinks and bad people will be tame and vanilla. This works in reverse, too, because like I said, there are no easy markers here.

Look to how people treat reality, not fiction. Does it seem like they can’t tell the difference between the two? Are they trying to change or dictate your reality? If so, it doesn’t matter what their kinks are or aren’t. It only matters that they treat other people with disrespect.

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Here you go whatisyourlefteyebrowdoingdavid. You want to shoot angst at me then I will shoot it right back. David upset on the beach, that’s versatility for you ;). And I don’t think I need to explain who the “inappropriate kissing situation” was about. LOL. The war continues!

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[TianShan Week]

Day 6: One Day

“Will you move in with me?”

Heh, you can definitely tell which ones I’ve spent more time on!

Oops, he looks different each time but I wanted to hurry it up so I can post this already! ^^; I was supposed to draw He Tian but that’s too much work so you’re stuck in his point of view lol~

  • Tumblr: You're not broken because you're aro! Your sexuality is valid even if it changes!
  • Twitter: *endless ace/aro jokes*
  • YouTube: Any identity is valid no matter what!
  • Messages: *limitless support*
  • Family: lol honey you'll change your mind when you're older
  • Family: but sexual urges are HUMAN NATURE
  • Family: why do you spend so much time on your phone

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while so have some Disney movie hcs cuz both Voltron and Disney will always own my ass (shout-out to @angst-in-space @kryandr and @leo-lance for giving me some good suggestions and just screaming about these with me in general)

  • Lance’s all-time fave Disney movie was the Little Mermaid and he always belted out ‘Part Of Your World’ in the shower every night
    • Pidge: well at least it’s not “Let It Go”
    • Lance does get kind of offended that no one else thinks this movie is the best Disney movie
  • Lance and Hunk would cry over the Fox and the Hound every time they watched it as kids
  • Coran, Lance, and Hunk all loved the Emperor’s New Groove
  • Keith loved Beauty and the Beast, Zootopia, Oliver and Company, and the Rescuers
    • he also was the one kid who remembered and loved the Rescuers Down Under (it’s because of Shiro tbh)
  • Shiro was the one who introduced Keith to Disney movies
    • the Lion King was Keith’s first Disney movie because that one was Shiro’s favorite; he cried watching it
    • Keith also cried watching Bambi and Dumbo
  • Shiro and Keith both loved Tarzan and Big Hero 6
    • Pidge loved Big Hero 6 too
  • Allura, Lance, and Keith loved Peter Pan
    • Especially Allura and Keith; they both loved it for the adventure
    • Allura loves Peter Pan because all the magic and fantasy reminds her of her childhood and of how much she misses being a kid
    • Meanwhile, Keith gets sad watching Peter Pan because of the Lost Boys being abandoned by their parents
  • Pidge loved the Great Mouse Detective and Black Cauldron
    • Listen, she DEFINITELY was the kid who loved all of the underrated/obscure Disney films, especially the ones from the 70s and 80s
    • She would watch those kind of movies with Matt late at night
  • Pidge and Hunk bonded over Robin Hood
  • Keith and Pidge bonded over Meet the Robinsons
  • Hunk, Lance, and Keith all loved Hercules
  • Hunk adored Princess and the Frog
    • New Orleans jazz aesthetic is HIS aesthetic
  • Hunk was the kid who loved the older Disney classics a lot
    • His favorites were Lady and the Tramp and Cinderella
    • He likes Snow White if only for the songs; he sings ‘Whistle While You Work’ whenever he’s fixing something in the castle
  • Hunk absolutely loved the Jungle Book
    • He and Lance watched it so many times together as kids that they broke the videotape
    • He introduced the movie to Coran, who immediately loved it 
    • they both sing all the songs together whenever they’re working in the castle
  • Shiro was definitely the 90s Disney movie geek
    • He had all the 90s original OSTs on CD
    • He was obsessed with the Tarzan OST and Phil Collins for the longest time
  • Allura loved Mulan, Tangled, and Alice in Wonderland
    • She likes Cinderella too; she watched it with the mice the first time around
    • She and the mice have tried re-enacting some scenes from the movie
    • She isn’t the biggest fan of Sleeping Beauty but she does sing “Once Upon a Dream” whenever she’s alone
  • Allura and Lance loved Aladdin
  • Coran and Allura loved Atlantis
    • Shiro was the one who first showed them that movie
  • Coran and Lance sometimes sing some popular Disney songs together as duets
    • like “Be Our Guest” and “Kiss the Girl”
  • One time, Coran and Hunk blasted “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” in front of Keith and Lance. Take that how you will ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • Everyone unanimously loved the Lion King, Treasure Planet, and Lilo and Stitch. No contest
    • Sometimes, when things feel too slow in the castle or everyone is too tired from saving the world, they would hold a late night movie marathon and would watch these three films
    • The ultimate comfort movies for the space fam 
Izuku the "entertainer"

So, after re-reading some of my favorite scenes over and over again, I noticed today how often Izuku really surprises, amazes or shocks Toshinori. Honestly, Toshinori may be a dork, but he has got himself and his expression under control quite properly most times. But when it comes to Izuku? Then he gets flabbergasted time and time again. Something about Izuku just manages to surprises him even after all this time… there really is a reason why Toshinori calls Izuku an entertainer repeatedly!

Look at this:

How they met, and All Might completely loses it at Izuku’s “enthusiasm”:

Hearing that Izuku is not that different from the boy he once was himself:

Izuku rushing into danger to save Kacchan:

Smiling like his idol would, making him remember what being a hero means:

Izuku overworking himself to reach his idol:

 … and doing more than even All Might anticipated:

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Here it is at last! The Gates of Moria, completely finished.

Most of this is stem stitch, with split stitch for the details in the middle and tiny backstitch for the writing. It took about 25 hours (in between a lot of procrastinating and several other projects). A not-insignificant amount of that time was spent pulling out stitches and redoing them until I was happy with the way a line looked. Of course, I still look at this and see things that could be improved, but I’m happy with it as it is.

I was originally planning to frame this in a slightly smaller hoop and just leave out the very bottom, but that hoop was too small and would’ve cut off too much. Of course, that meant I had a bit more work to do than I originally thought

I left out the English translation at the bottom because I don’t think it’d look that good, and anyway I’ve had more than enough writing to do on this piece already. I promise I’m not going to complain about that anymore, I did enough of that in previous posts.

This is the companion to my White Tree and One Ring hoops, though I’ve done other Middle Earth pieces as well. I, uh, really like Tolkien, you guys.

HiddleHamlet: A firsthand account (part I)

Okay guys. Here goes. I’m going to try to remember and describe as much of the experience as possible, so you can all feel a little piece of it too. This is your warning… this is going to be a long post.

Disclaimer: this review is going to be very little about the play, and very lots about how mindblowingly gorgeous and excellent Tom was in the play. If you’re not in this to hear a dissertation on that man’s thighs in his tight-ass jeans, don’t read further. I love and deeply appreciate theatre (this is the 14th play I’ve seen since moving to London 10 months ago), but this is tumblr and I’m not really here to be a theatre critic or to dissect various interpretations of Shakespeare. I’m here to drool over sexy men. It’s right there in the title.

So, to get that boring, non-thigh-centred discussion out of the way first - the play was seriously great. I enjoyed it hugely, even apart from the magic of Tom’s Hamlet (and somehow in spite of the distraction that was my brain screaming “HE’S RIGHT THERE!!!” for 3 hours straight). I saw a similarly intimate staging of Hamlet back in January, which I found… overly intense. This one was much better. I especially liked the touches of humour throughout, which helped to break up the heavier moments and moved the story along in a nice rhythm, and brought out the humanity and likability of the characters. The cast were all fantastic, and the sparseness of the stage worked well - the focus was fully on the actors and the words they were saying. 

We were sat in the front row, far stage left…which was basically on the stage. The theatre is teeny, with no raised stage, which meant the actors were walking by us close enough to touch. Being that close to Tom for an extended period of time was full-on exhilarating. When he’d run by us, we’d get a waft of air and could actually smell him. I didn’t get to last time, so I breathed in deep this time…and it was absolutely delicious. I’m sure we were visibly swooning after each inhale.

(I’m really sad that only a limited number of people will get to see this, and I know there’s been much discussion over the supposed “exclusivity” of this show, but I must say, in being one of the lucky ones who got to be there, that it was magical how intimate this was. It was immersive - a unique and beautiful theatre experience. I feel incredibly grateful.) 

Important things must be addressed, so: couch humping. Was SO FUNNY. It wasn’t a full-on dry humping (oh god…I just had to take several minutes to think about what that would be like. I’m back now) but rather a couple of energetic thrusts. Which was enough. This was met with laughter and tons of quietly imploding vaginas, I assume.

In this same scene (a great scene), Hamlet sits on the recently-violated couch with Polonius and laughs loudly with him. It’s rather forced (he’s putting on a show here), but also - seriously adorable. Because Tom. It gifted us with a huge Hiddles grin, which is so damn infectious (as you well know). In the third bout of this laughter, Hamlet dissolves into tears. One of the best things about Tom’s Hamlet was how perfectly and naturally he navigated the quick shifts in his mood - swinging wildly between grief, rage, lunacy, amusement, earnestness - and it all felt incredibly deft and real. Also, that man is gifted when it comes to crying. I think there were real tears in his eyes for about 75% of the performance. At one point, you could see the tears falling, illuminated by the stage lights. It was beautiful. I managed to stay seated and not run to throw myself on him and cover him in kisses, which was obviously what first instinct was telling me to do.

Okay…let us talk about how good he looked. IT IS GROSS, AND MAKES NO SENSE. My brain can’t compute this level of attractiveness, and I have no appropriate words to convey it. It’s even worse in real life. And truly, this is Peak Tom, look-wise. I missed probably large sections of dialogue due to thinking about his hair (I wish this was a joke). I could not stop staring at it. The curls are entrancing. It is perfection. I will cry when he gets a haircut. THIS IS THE HAIR HE WAS BORN TO HAVE. Also, THE JEANS. Holy fucking hell. I could write a Hamlet-length soliloquy about those jeans. Maybe it was because I was on the side, so I spent a good amount of time looking at the back of him, but…I have never appreciated a view more. Those jeans were, um, very tight, and I have zero complaints. I think I could actually see his thigh muscles flexing through them. I was equally entranced by his legs and thighs throughout the whole thing. My stream of consciousness went something like this: hair-legs-thighs-jaw-eyes-voice-words-legs-ass-kill-me-now…!

Yeah… his ass in those jeans. Specifically when he was moving or jumping around a lot. I leave it to your imagination.

Overall, there is truly just something about him. We have not been imagining that. His physical presence is undeniably, overwhelmingly attractive. He’s all legs and cheekbones and curls, and the way he moves is impossible to look away from. He’s so damn FIT. His body, his face, his every movement…it’s all just sex incarnate. I can’t be eloquent about it. What the fuck do you say about this. Just. Ugh. Fuck me up.

Originally posted by thehumming6ird

Will you look at this? GOD.

Wardrobe stuff: I love his new peacoat. It’s really nice and looks so soft, so he looks super huggable in it. I will continue to swoon over the upturned collar look on him - it works so well with his long neck and impeccable jawline. I also like how well he rocks the hoodie-and-peacoat combo. Really, is there anything that doesn’t look good on him?! Oh, and…there was no appearance, sadly, of the beloved grey boots (those boots are like a secondary celeb spotting for us by now). He was wearing dark brown boots through the whole thing. But they looked really good too no duh, so, no big loss.

Uh-oh… this post is already very long, and I have at least 26 more things to say about all of this. I’m think I’m gonna stop here for tonight and write a part two tomorrow. Coming up: tummy peeks, dancing, leather gloves and the opinions of the lady sitting next to me on Tom’s ass in those jeans (you didn’t think I was done talking about that yet, did you?)

Originally posted by fromhiddleswithlove

gcnnyweasleys  asked:

ok i'm a bit confused on the whole peter is a trans boy thing?? please don't think i'm being rude or anything i'm just curious bc i don't know much ab it. if he were just starting to transition how would his body be so muscular / wouldn't he have to wear a binder ?? esp if he's only 15 i mean teens don't usually get surgery that young do they ?? again i promise i'm not trying to be hateful if i am pls tell me !! i'm just curious (i know it's a hc but still lol)

honestly it’s probably best if you don’t read too deeply into it, because at the end of the day peter parker being trans is just a headcanon

however, it is a headcanon that i’d like to justify further. so;

1) how would his body be so muscular?

trans people, like cis people, have many different body types independent of their age and sex assigned at birth. a muscular 15yo is not unreasonable, even if that character is trans boy / dfab. hell, there are plenty of cis girls who are muscular at that age. 

this is Isis Holt. she’s 15.

this is Tessa Barresi. she’s 16.

both of them are teens and have a more arguably “athletic” build than tom holland’s portrayal of spider-man, and neither of them have a super-powered spider bite and/or depo-testosterone to help increase their musculature! 

wouldn’t he have to wear a binder ?

this is a common misconception. yes, most trans men do wear binders when they are pre-op. however, it is possible for a trans boy to have no visible chest tissue before undergoing top surgery. 

we see peter in civil war while he is presenting as male and is (presumably) 14 or 15 years old. if peter began to ‘medically transition’ before civil war, it is very possible that he would have no breast tissue to speak of!

aside from that, trans youth exist: some as young as five years old. many of them are put on blockers around the ages of 12-15 so they do not undergo natal puberty. here is an article detailing hormone blockers. if peter began identifying as trans even younger in his life and got put on blockers, he would never undergo ‘female’ puberty in the first place!

not to mention, plenty of people who are designated female at birth never grow large breasts. 

above is a photo of an adult cis woman with no prominent breast tissue. also, the chances of being flat chested increase amongst lower body-fat percentages. because peter is such a skinny kid, even if he did grow a chest it would likely still be small. plenty of dfab people are flat chested, with or without hormone blockers / surgery.

this is ty turner! he had already finished natal puberty when he came out and started T as a late teenager. even so, he still does not need to bind!!

plus, if peter began testosterone at 14~15 (which is legal in New York with adult consent), his physique would be different.

this is mack beggs. at the time of that photo, he was 17 and approx. 1 year and 4 months on testosterone. he is also pre-op and is still flat-chested.

he’s only 15 i mean teens don’t usually get surgery that young do they? 

this is definitely an important point. yes- it is very, very, very unlikely that a trans man will receive surgery at that age. still, it is not outside the realm of possibility. most transmasc people don’t have surgery at that age because:

  • they haven’t developed a chest yet, so surgery is not necessary
  • they started hormones/blockers young and will never need top surgery
  • they don’t have parental support
  • they don’t have the financial means to get top surgery

let me be clear here– it is much more likely that peter was on blockers or just too young to have visible breasts when he transitioned. however, it is still possible that he had top surgery. in the US, it is legal for a minor to have top surgery with the consent of a guardian. Aunt May could’ve given him the greenlight to do it.

and as far as financial obligations go, if peter needed top surgery, do you really think his adopt-a-dad & billionare tony stark would hesitate? he spent millions on peter’s suit! if peter wanted top surgery, tony definitely would’ve shelled out the $6-10k it would’ve cost (and that’s without insurance). 

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

tldr; yes, it’s still possible that peter could be trans. 

my personal headcanon is that he started T at 14, but never developed breasts before then because he was such a skinny dude. however, it is also possible that he was on blockers as a kid or that he underwent top surgery! it’s a headcanon that is completely open for interpretation, so have fun with it. i just wanted to lay out some Trans Facts™ over what is technically possible.

have fun!!

plisetsky answered:

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

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In which Yuri finds out that Otabek has a tumblr. 

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We recently found out that Otabek is “well versed in all kinds of social media” and I am SHOOK. Somewhat inspired by the ask that altisetsky replied to, here’s the fic that no one asked for, but you’re all getting anyway.

cc: @otayuriwriterscollective


He doesn’t mean to pry.

Really, he doesn’t. But Otabek’s left his laptop open on the kitchen counter and it’s unlocked. Otabek is in the shower, so Yuri won’t be disturbed. It’s not like he’s going to go through his personal files or anything, but that’s unmistakably a tumblr dashboard, and Yuri is intrigued. The thought of Otabek having a tumblr is almost of ludicrous as Otabek DJing in his spare time, and – well. Now everyone and their mother has Otabek’s tracks downloaded on their Spotify or iTunes.

So he crosses the room and investigates.

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Just a Push

gif by @tomshollandss isn’t it beautiful

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter thinks he has discovered the key to predicting his crush’s mood just by looking at her. It’s a completely harmless investigation, until someone stumbles upon his notes and delivers an ultimatum which threatens to expose him.

Warnings: none that I can think of

A/N: this was based on a stupid thing I told @thekillingquill and she said I should write a short blurb about it just because I’ve been in a slump. It’s literally the weirdest idea ever but here we are. She tricked me guys she bamboozled me into writing a full fic based off an offhand comment. She is devious, but I also owe her a huge thanks for beta-ing this and getting me out of my funk. Sorry if it’s not great friends

I present to you: ZipperFic version 3.01

{ Also: N.B. is used in here to denote the Latin phrase Nota Bene, which basically means take note <3 }

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