The amount of experience as Spider-Man/Woman in order
The amount of time each of them has spent on HRT.
thank you kirby
reggie–peters
Oh thank god for kirby
autistic-messs
ty kirby
unwilling narrator
the weight of a story is hard to bear but someone's gotta be atlas
Lemony Snicket
There is no shame in loving without abandon. ✌️❤️
And the real trick to it is falling madly in love with literally everything. Gomez Addams isn’t just madly in love with Morticia, he’s madly in love with his house, with his train set, with his kids, with his brother, with his weird normie neighbors, with literally everything. Different kinds of love for each, but love all the same. For having such morbid tastes, Gomez is madly in love with life. THAT’S how you land a Morticia, by being unapologetically and madly in love with everything around you.
Bitches love me for my passionate swag and my unrelenting appreciate for the zest of life
I often see people ask how to get started with doing this, because it seems like a daunting task to be in love with everything, when you are starting off in love with nothing, or very few things perhaps. But the answer isn’t grand or elaborate or secret. The answer is to pick something, and choose love.
And then do it again, and again, and again.
The act of being in love is just choosing love over and over.
The act of being
in love is just choosing love
over and over.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Hobcore.
Petition for an AU with Hob as Gomez and Dream as Morticia.
this whole oceangate submarine fiasco has actually led to a lot of interesting talks and debates about the grey area of human empathy vs the inclination to recoil at the bizarre behaviors of the ultra wealthy and how people struggle with both ideas and is actually very interesting to watch play out in different types of people
like this whole disaster is not some neatly packaged black and white situation and it’s normal to feel both empathy for human life and anger or disgust for how difference in wealth truly divides the lives that we live in this world
To be a man, you don’t need to:
• bind your chest
• wear masculine clothes
• have short hair
• have a penis
BUT, you must be:
• swift as a coursing river
• with all the force of a great typhoon
• with all the strength of a raging fire
• mysterious as the dark side of the Moon
Enough of the trope where memory loss undoes the damage or the corruption or whatever. More content where removing memories just removes the context.
The tragedy of needing to grieve and not knowing what or who you lost or why. The angst of having trauma and being denied the awareness that it's trauma. The suspense of being different somehow and left to wonder how and when. The tension of knowing that something is off and you can't find where it hurts. The Adventure Zone gets it. Kingdom Hearts gets it.
There is an aching inside you and you don't know how it got there.
a study i did because i realized idk how to draw environments at all LMAO
STOP SCROLLING THIS IS A PAINTING
(image description: a painting of a green tile bathroom. there is a window in the shower, a towel hanging just beyond the door, and a white sink that has a mirror over it. there is a green bath mat on the floor. end ID)
Weavers of Life, me, embroidery, 2021.
::wild applause::
[ID: An embroidery project. In the hoop, two embroidered white hands are knitting and the piece of knitted fabric is coming out of the hoop, disconnecting from the embroidery and spilling outside. /]
My best advice for fic writers?
Get thee an enabler.
By that, I mean that you should have a friend who will encourage you to write whatever makes you happy.
Self-indulgent stuff you think no one else will like? They’ll devour it.
You’ve stumbled into a new ship? They’ll send you all the prompts you could ever want.
Every fic writer should have someone like that.
As many of them as possible. :)
I’m through running away. I’ve finally found someone I want to protect. You. ハウルの動く城 | HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE 2004, dir. Hayao Miyazaki
i avoid printers at all costs but deep down i think i should've been a printer. life so easy. i sit there all squarelike and when someone has a minor task for me i goFUCK YOU
In the spirit of Halloween, due to my own experiences as of an hour ago, I have come up with a new horror video game.
Because of the low atmospheric pressure, two things have happened: my blood pressure levels are somewhere in the vicinity of my ass, and there is. Fog. Fucking. Everywhere. The kind of weather only Jack the Ripper could enjoy.
No sane person would go outside. Except the people who still have to walk their dogs.
(This was when the fog was actually still traversable and I theoretically still knew where I was. The moment you hit a less lit area, you're toast)
So the game would be first person POV, and you get lost in your own fucking neighborhood. Your only guide is your scaredy-cat of an idiot dog, and you know you can't let go of the leash for even a second because you're not going to see the damn dog ever again. Which is also bad because the dog is the only creature around who knows how to get home.
So you're feeling sleepy and headachy and yet somehow have the anxiety levels of someone being hunted for sport, your dog who is the only one who knows how to get home keeps jumping at shadows. You wonder if that's because he can hear things you can't in the dark.
Suddenly you see the fucking grim reaper approaching on a fucking skateboard. You nearly piss yourself, only for the geim reaper to pass you by, whirling fog around him, then reveal it's actually a kid on a bike with his friend standing on the seat behind him. You're vaguely happy you didn't actually scream.
But the next monster you see? Might not be kids.
So you better hold that leash tight and hope the dog can get you home before you're both eaten.
Happy Halloween. If you need me, please leave a message and I'll get back to you when I get out of the damn fog.
...so in other news, I may be stupid.
Be right back.
...
...so what if I did. What else was there to do