#(marge meme)

[kingscrown666]

#trans #trans people #egg #marge meme

[vettesebas]

me when asked why i'm so obsessed with an f1 driver

#marge meme #potato meme #sebastian vettel #f1 drivers #f1 blorbos #i could have gotten rid of the potato but i think it's funnier this way

[pilot-doodles]

Donnie voice ™️ : Hey guys, come "Krump" with me

#rotmnt #donnie #donatello #marge meme #rotmnt donnie #pilot's doodles

[wcvensouls]

are you trying to get yourself killed ? to kaede c:

" i know that things looked bad and scary, but... " kaede trailed off for a moment, pursing her lips in thought. with kiha having ran into them in the middle of a particularly intense and violent exorcism, she could only imagine how terrible it must have seemed to an outsider. after all, one day she had been in that same position — the only difference being that she knew better now, that she had grown to understand it. after remaining silent for a moment longer, she looked up to him as she spoke, determination clear in kaede's gaze. " seungjae was a little rough and harsh, but they both know what they are doing. we're... helping people. "

still, there was a part of her that wanted kiha to understand it too, even if she didn't know why — after all, kaede wasn't someone that usually cared what other people thought. why was this time any different? it would probably be better if kiha were to forget about all of this, to leave her behind and remain safe away from this chaotic world of theirs... yet, kaede didn't want that, as selfish as that wish might be. when she spoke again, her voice was small and quiet, with a hint of hesitation on it. " they... we keep each other safe, you know? " had there been times when they failed to do so and got hurt in the process? yes, but kaede didn't dwell on it, clinging onto the idea that they would be fine as long as they had each other's back. another moment of heavy silence followed before she parted her lips to speak once more.

" we'd keep you safe too... "

@ratcode : ask meme .

#ratcode #watanabe kaede : threads . #letters : answered . #im clutching my chest @ her wanting to ask him to join them #and to trust them despite what he witnessed #(i had to make it abt that thing we talked abt oK ADSPOKF) #but also wanting him to be safe #but also not wanting him to leave #SHE JUST STRUGGLING #idk this just came out when i started writing it dont @ me #marge meme

[thatsjustplainpoppycock]

Get ready for rainbow capitalism season, everyone.

On one hand: Visibility & support is great to see displayed.

On the other: Corporations are doing it to exploit money from the LGBT+ community to bring in more record profits, then go immediately back to ignoring LGBT issues as soon as July 1st hits.

#i said what i said #lgbt #pride #capitalism #gaypride #trans pride #true story #marge meme

[superbeans89]

#shitpost #the ides of march #the eyes of marge #julius caesar #she’s coming for him #memes

[chaoticg0ld]

#ramshackle #ramshackle stone #stone ramshackle #ramshackle meme #meme #marge simpson meme #ramshackle fanart #indie animation

[medieval-collectibles]

We think it's neat, too, Marge. 🐉

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#medieval collectibles #medieval collectibles coupon code #10% off medieval collectibles #medieval collectibles sale #summer sale #simpsons #the simpsons #marge meme #the simpsons meme #simpsons meme #sale #discount

[90kon]

i bestow upon kon the highest of honours (drawing him in big gold filigree earring)

#my art #kon #kon el #conner kent #superboy #dc comics #marge simpson holding potato meme i just think hes neat

[incendavery]

discarded thoughts

#this is a tumblr only post. if u know me irl + are seeing this post no u arent. marge simpson sheilding eyes meme .jpg #artists on tumblr #collage #scans #pink aesthetic #gay yearning #davedrawsstuff #kinda #no image description

[cuubism]

some canon-verse trans Hob for the lovely @five-and-dimes who recently got top surgery! 🥳🥰 congratulations, I'm truly so happy for you, my friend. please accept this humble offering

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“So, it actually started on a dare,” Hob says, on the day he tells Dream the story of him. Or of this part of him, anyway.

Normally, Hob gets a bit guarded the first time he tells someone he’s trans. It’s hard to predict with absolute certainty how people will react, especially ones he’s just become romantically involved with. He’s had it go poorly, to say the least, in the past.

He doesn’t feel that way with Dream. It’s not because there’s so much trust between them—they’re still new, after all. No, it’s something about Dream himself. For all his prickly and standoffish nature, being close to him feels like sinking into a warm lake, into a dark sleep where secrets and hidden wishes float up like glowing reeds to the surface. Deep, personal feelings feel safe with Dream; he cradles them in his hands and soothes them. Or that’s how it feels, when Hob is touching him.

Personification of dreams, indeed.

“A dare?” Dream echoes.

“Sort of," Hob says. "Got frustrated with people saying women should or shouldn’t do this or that or the other thing, so I decided if they felt so strongly about it I’d just be a man. Moved somewhere no one knew me, dressed differently, got stronger, practiced the sword—and that was that. No one seemed to care much, once you were at war. So long as you could swing a sword and not get yourself killed.”

“A choice, then,” Dream says. He’s listening very intently, hands folded on his knees, untouched tea on the coffee table before him.

“At first. Was only after I’d been living that way for a few decades—before and after we met—that I realized while there might be a handful of women out there living as men for the freedom of it, that they didn’t all like it. Given the choice they’d rather just be women in a more equal world. You know?”

Dream hums in understanding.

“But I didn’t want to go back,” Hob continues. “I felt like... who I'd become was the truth of me all along.”

“Identity, while not wholly immutable, is resilient against adversity and circumstance,” says Dream. “You found what your heart wanted you to be, if in a circuitous manner.”

“You seem very unbothered by it,” Hob observes, sipping his tea.

Dream frowns. “Why would I be bothered by it?”

“Dunno.” Apparently he can’t fully shake that this’ll put a wedge in us feeling. “People sometimes are. Feel deceived, or something like that. So they say.”

“If they are deceived, it is by their own assumptions,” Dream says, with disdain. “You should be as you dream yourself, Hob. No more nor less. Put aside these petty physical trappings.”

“I do actually have to live in these ‘physical trappings’ even if you don’t, you silly thing.” He can’t help laughing. “Besides, I rather like being some kind of living creature in the world, rather than what? A ghost? Best I can do is make this body as close to how it should be as possible.”

Hob’s come to like his body, for the most part, in the form that he’s made it. He didn’t always. But he needs a body of some kind to be alive, and he likes being alive. So what he couldn’t change, he made peace with.

Besides, they have hormone treatments nowadays. Brilliant stuff. Makes it so much better.

“Anyway, now you know. I wanted you to. Since we’re together.” It’s still a marvel. Together.

“Thank you,” says Dream, with evident sincerity. “It is a privilege to be gifted your secrets.”

“Not really a secret, but I get what you mean.” He takes Dream’s hand, just to touch him, and admits, “Telling it to you is like… I don’t know. Feels like when I was younger and first admitted out loud, ‘I’m a man. I want to stay like this.’”

It hasn’t been a proper secret in a very long time. But giving it to Dream is like the freedom of releasing a held breath, even so.

“I am the harbor and cradle of dreams,” Dream says in reply. He traces his fingers over Hob’s. Does Dream’s strange form just spring from the ether? Hob wonders. Or does he have to choose it? The way Hob chose his? “Dreams of being and becoming… these are most precious for they grow from tough soil. I can only protect them, I cannot create them. You must do that. And I expect that were I to find you in the Dreaming, there would be a fantastic garden there, indeed.”

Dream himself is the most fantastical thing. “Well, darling, just know your work is appreciated.”

Dream’s lips tip up in a tiny smile. When he meets Hob’s gaze again, his eyes have gone dark and starry. He folds Hob into a hug, and—

oh, it’s like being hugged by the universe itself.

Hob feels the light breeze of a warm dark night, when he’d lain by the dying fire in a war camp in the French countryside, and looked up at a million stars and first whispered to himself what if this is really who I am? Dream is that breeze and those stars. The dying embers that had lit him as he’d run his hands over his body and felt it differently than he ever had before, and been terrified because what would it mean?—but also thrilled and alive. Dream is the night wrapping around him in that moment, the night that was listening to his dreams no matter how quietly he admitted them, Dream is that and more and the voice in his heart telling him it would be okay.

A younger, more uncertain Hob would have needed this. Hob now is older, and he already knows who he is and what he wants, but he falls into Dream’s embrace all the same. A tear slips from his eye, and Dream kisses his cheek, wiping the tear away with his tongue before leaning their heads together.

“I could craft you any body you wanted in the Dreaming,” he says lowly. “However I think the one you have made with your own hands is more remarkable.”

Oh, God, he’s going to tear up again. “Dream, you are the most beautiful, wonderful thing.”

Dream hums in pleasure at the words, and lets Hob hold him close, lets him cradle his head to his chest, a dream kept close to his heart. One that he knew as soon as he saw it walk into the White Horse. Sooner even than he truly knew himself.

Then Dream looks up at him with a hopeful expression. “With these truths revealed, are we able to be intimate?”

Hob laughs so hard he has to tip his head back against the couch. “Wow. One track mind with you, isn’t it? I spill my heart and that’s what I get?”

Dream grumbles, tucking his face in against Hob’s neck to press his lips to Hob’s throat. “I find myself impatient of late.”

“Knew all along you were only with me for my body.” He’s grinning, though. Can’t stop.

“Well. Considering it is such a lovely one.” He plucks at Hob’s shirt buttons. Lecherous little nightmare.

It feels fucking good, though, to be desired.

“C’mere, then,” he says, and drags Dream into his lap.

Dream settles there with a purr, starts playing with Hob’s hair, but says, “I would not truly derail this moment, nor distract from your feelings if you do not wish it.”

“Oh, I wish it. You’ve no idea how much I want you right now. You’re like a prize.” He cradles Dream’s beloved face between his hands. “Stick around for long enough and you’ll get the most incredible Dream at the end of it.”

“Or at the beginning,” Dream says, and Hob’s heart swells so much to hear him voice that that he has to kiss him.

When he does, Dream makes a low, pleased sound, settling deeper in his lap. Yes, this moment, this life, is certainly the prize for all of those years hanging onto those dreams:

the dream of his lover

and the one of himself.

#1389 hob: while you were busy with the gender binary i studied the blade #trans hob #dreamling #my writing #i think after this hob gets to ask his burning questions about how gender works for the endless and dream is just like [meme of marge #simpson holding a potato but it says 'trans and nonbinary people (except desire)'] 'i just think they're neat. #unrelatedly i did have to choose my gender--' and hob's just like 😐......... #[dream a known king of self awareness] #this is like sending someone a casserole when they get home from the hospital except the casserole is gay fanfic XD #a different kind of sustenance... #hope it's okay!! 🥺

[helmet-smooches]

this little clip of them from this interview is so cute

#Linus ullmark #jeremy swayman #not to minimize what was said in the interview please go watch it #marge simpson dot meme i just think theyre neat

[dawns-beauty]

I wanted to put this mod on my big mod list, but it was hidden at the time.

It adds a little cozy spot for Paarthurnax to chill at. That's it.

Paarthurnax's Perch

#skyrim #skyrim mods #i hold up little immersion mods like the marge simpson meme. i just think they're neat. #mods recs

[bigbarabelly]

I am UNWELL and have new blorbos to obsess over ALGJDJJS so heres some fanart

Mpreg brain aside PLS go read @thejagged1 JAGGEDJIMMY main comic ALGJJDJA it’s demons and supernatural agency shit with >:D and >:I buddy cop shit

Obsessed with their weird fucking relationship LMAO

#my dude if ur cool with nsf w I will 100% be drawing them again #the comic hooked me the fuck in the world lore is fascinating #mpreg #thejagged1 #fanart #art #jaggedjimmy #Marge potato meme I just think they’re neat

[writeouswriter]

[ID: the "Heartbreaking: the worst person you know just made a great point" meme with the caption edited to read, "Heartbreaking: The Piece of Media You Clowned On And Expected to Hate Actually Turned Out to Be Not That Bad." End ID]

#i aint tagging sh*t for this #media #fandom #tv shows #movies #books #it's embarassing like the walk of shame backtracking on the insults cuz aw sh*t they got me yeah i guess i'm a fan now whatever leave me be #meme #looking like marge covering her face in the store.jpeg

[weirdest-al]

As promised: chunky baby, blue scarf.......... and yes this is his royal portrait!!!!!!!!

#zutara #steambaby #atla #atla live action #look i do not love the live action as a whole but that scarf scene has me fucking weak #zuko #i just think he'd carry his baby around everywhere 24/7 #he'd be doing the marge simpson potato meme with his own children