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[jesncin]

Happy Trans Day of Visibility! This year I wanted to celebrate by showing you what Lunar Boy, our upcoming middle grade graphic novel, means to us as queer Indonesian representation: the thought process behind crafting a sci-fi Indonesian future that embraces queer history.

Pre-order Lunar Boy or add it on goodreads! Support QPOC creators and stories!

#tdov #trans day of visibility #queer #trans #longish post #trans books #qpoc #cw queerphobic violence & discrimination mention #lunar boy #graphic novel #my art #did I whip up a 7 pg comic in a day for tdov? maybe #I've had the idea to draw this comic for a while now though. tdov felt like a good time for it #lgbt books

[sp1resong]

behold. the results of a category 5 autism moment (had hollow knight thoughts and saint thoughts simultaneously)

dialogue is ofc adapted from hollow knight!!

#art #my art #the saint #rain world #not described #longish post #downpour spoilers #cw scopophobia

[fairmerthefarmer]

Some warm up sketches cause I have a whole lot of ideas for HTTYD illustrations/fanart but I need to remember how to draw these guys. (Hiccups hair is so baffling to me to figure out the shapes and have it look right)

My sister and I have very suddenly decided to rewatch the spin-off shows for HTTYD (not that weird new one, just the ones set in between the first two movies)

I love so much how they expand on the dragon lore but also on the side characters!! Ive got my things about the shows I’d critique, but overall it’s just such a good time.

Also I first watched RTTE in highschool (I remember finding it, binging all the episodes available in a night and being left right at the cliffhanger in season 3) and I was embarrassed about it. I think mostly because the animation style is visibly cheaper than the movies? So it looks more made for children (I mean the target audience still is kids, but also probably young teens so me at the time) (also watching it now despite the budget limits I’m loving the lighting in particular) (rtte improved visually a lot over RoB especially.)

It’s always fun to go back to the things you liked when you were younger and maybe embarrassed but then it’s like “oh actually I had good taste sometimes this is fucking great”

#other times your younger self doesn’t have taste #and that’s ok too #support your inner child besties #gosh anyway #longish post #HTTYD #HTTYD fanart #sketchbook #artists on tumblr #character sketches #my art <3 #httyd rtte #rtte #race to the edge #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #snotlout jorgenson #fishlegs ingerman #snotlout #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston #fairmerthefarmer art #expressions

[abracazabka]

In sophomore Spanish, there was a trans guy in our class. I want to tell a story about him.

The teacher just really seemed to target him. She always deadnamed him, always referred to him with feminine language, always, always used him as an example during lessons so as to misgender him. It was awful, but. But.

Nobody in class fell for that shit.

We all referred to him correctly in Spanish, even the kids who did not give a shit about learning the language. It was aggressive allyship in that classroom and it pissed off my transphobic teacher to no end.

If paired with him, we wrote masculine words on our work. We all did. She couldn't mark down all of us. And God knows I was a nerd, so if she marked me down, I would have made a scene.

I was willing to make a scene for him, and so was just about everyone else in the class, despite him not being great friends with anyone, or even talking very much. It didn't matter; it was the principle of the thing, it was his human rights.

We all told her to fuck off without using said words, despite the clear power she had over us. So, the moral of the story for students, especially high school students, is:

Protect your peers. There are more of you than there are of your asshole educator. Trans folks don't need to be your friends for you to stand up for them, quietly or loudly.

Teenagers/students tend to follow the leader; so be a leader, and don't take shit from adults/instructors who would use their power over you to disrespect you, and to degrade you. Don't let them do that to your peers.

You can have an army of sixteen year old allies from all walks of life if you (within reason and safely) take a stand. Don't lose hope, and don't lose agency.

#lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtqiia+ #trans rights #transgender #protect trans kids #high school #queer #genderqueer #queer rights #allyship #transphobia #misgendering #education #queer education #gay #longish post #positivity

[toobbolive]

Hear me out: Pac is just as afraid of intimacy as Fit is. Pac has a specific idea of what being close to other people will entail, and that's why he situates himself by the violent, unstable men.

They'll be exactly what he expects them to be, they're familiar.

That's why he still seeks out Cell during purgatory, and how he's decided to stay with him and try to walk him back to being Cellbit regardless of what Cell's done to him and his friends (including those who did not end up respawning or escaping.) Cell is already close to him, to his body and mind and Pac is afraid to lose that closeness no matter how ugly or unhealthy it is.

Any attention, any intimacy is still intimacy. A hand reaching out to harm you still has to touch your skin.

Meanwhile, Fit is from an environment that paradoxically prevents and ensures closeness, the bond between warriors, the conditional loyalties of where you lay your head.

Fit is aware that getting closer, getting what he wants will hurt him, and he still wants it anyways. I think he's prepared for the pain waiting for them both if he'll just reach out for it. As well, Fit has Ramón, a job, a mission, people who need him, other connections to the people around him. Pac doesn't.

And we see Pac keep people at an arm's length so that he won't have to risk the pain of being left behind by the people he cares about.

Considering old Fuga Impossivel 2 lore (which could be canon! they've been using parts of it) Pac and Mike are orphans, only fully having each other. The single constant between their adventures. Pulling capers, spending a long time in prison and then on a boat with other dangerous escapees, with whom they're now a twisted kind of family, but Richas has other dads, and people like Forever and Cellbit both have their own partners and demons right now.

So Pac during the Happy Pills arc? Walter Bob could be dead. Mike is in deep sleep, and Pac doesn't turn to anyone else for help. He doesn't reach out to the morning crew. He's self-sacrifically on his own, he goes on the drugs alone, and he begins to develop the antidote alone and what he says is that he doesn’t want to be sad again but he isolates himself in fear of it.

Let's think about the Pac who's openly affectionate to cover up the Pac who knows that no one needs him around and who's intelligent enough to know that challenging that understanding could destroy him.

That's why Pac won't confess either.

Pac avoids every concrete escalation because changing a relationship means risking losing it.

#qsmp pac #qsmp fit #q fitmc #q pactw #fitpac #hideduo #celltw #just something i've been rotating in my head for a little bit #longish post #qsmp

[jazzymusicorn28]

Just thinking about the brilliantly crafted yet subtle symbolism with the seasons in the Rebellion OP, and how the seasons present perfectly coincide with their respective characters and their wishes.

Like, we start off with Madoka in the spring. This definitely correlates with her wish to reset the corrupt system of magical girls and witches. She creates a new design for the system and gives herself and the other magical girls hope with the new start, heavily leaning into the themes of rebirth and hope tied to spring. Spring also represents transformations, and it nicely conveys Madoka using hope as a propelling force to her becoming a goddess.

When Sayaka enters the scene, it's summer. It represents her initial hopes and optimism toward becoming a magical girl, and her overall innocence. Her desires for romance and passion tied to her wish to be with Kyosuke also embody some of the core symbolic ideas associated with summer.

Now Mami enters the scene in the fall, which is often associated with themes of adulthood, maturity, and death. This pertains to her resourcefulness and maturity that stems from her dealing with the aftermath of her parents dying in the car crash. Mami also made her wish to avoid death.

Next we have Kyoko, with some of the most blatant symbolism with her ties to winter here. Kyoko made her wish to prevent her family from living in literal squalor, and the foundations of her wish were based upon her not wanting her family to have to endure such hardships and tough times, which winter is commonly connected with. After her father went ballistic, Kyoko was able to survive and live through the most difficult times in her life while sustaining herself as a magical girl and person. She also adopted the "survival of the fittest" mindset too, further representing her ties to the winter imagery shown here.

And lastly we have Homura entering in the spring! Her wish is based on saving Madoka and her initial hopefulness in doing so. She wanted to have a fresh start, a chance to redo her meeting with Madoka, which became the driving force of her life. Spring is heavily tied to new beginnings and transformations, which certainly embodies her change in personality and demeanor with all of the timeline resets.

Homura entering during the spring also foreshadows her transformation into a literal devil; this significantly parallels when Madoka enters in the spring, which is representative of her transformation into a goddess. Currently obsessing over these parallels btw.

#pmmm #madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #homura akemi #madoka kaname #sayaka miki #mami tomoe #kyoko sakura #madohomu #long post #longish post #analysis #pmmm rebellion #madoka magica rebellion #madoka rebellion #pmmm analysis #my post #mine #mahou shojo madoka magica #500

[dragon-stones]

Kokushibo Headcanon 

Kokushibo takes you in as his kid

- Kokushibo didn’t understand why you didn’t scream when you had saw him. He had just killed a group of humans that had attacked him and yet here you are, silent and curled into a corner. He notes how filthy and tattered your yukata is and comes to the conclusion that your not being taken care of. 

- The demon leaves, not planning on returning. But, something strange happened. He had bought some suitable clothing and human food. He didn’t know why he had bought these things, he had no use for them. But, you flashed in his mind and soon he’s heading back to where he had last left you. Finding you still curled in the corner of the rotting house. He gives you the clothing and food. 

- Kokushibo thought that’s all he’d do. He planned to let you fend for yourself, if you lived, you lived. But, he kept coming back. Something in him told him to return. Maybe he was fatting up a meal? He had been a demon for a while now and most of his meals were skinny or slightly average. While he was hungry, he noticed that his hungry calmed when you were near. Almost like he’s focusing on your hunger instead of his own. 

- One night, while your resting against his chest, Kokushibo hums an old lullaby that he heard when he was a child. His chest rumbling soothes you and just as your about to fall asleep, you ask “why” to the demon. Kokushibo asked what do you mean and you tell how strange it was for a demon to take care of a human. The demon pondered the question for a while. Soon he answered, telling you that he didn’t know why... but he’s happy to have you. 

- By the time you turned 16, Kokushibo had asked what do you want to do with your life. He even asked if you wanted to be a demon. To his surprise, you said you would become a demon. The demon nodded and said he’d speak to Muzan about it. Once he was far enough, the demon felt tears coming to his eyes. Some the demon is crying in joy, he could have his baby with him forever! Muzan knew about you, but didn’t care. Kokushibo was still loyal and carried out his orders without complaint. 

- Kokushibo had taken you to Muzan one night and held you close as the King gave you his blood. Watching you convulse was heart wrenching, but when you woke up and called for him, the demon cradles you to his chest. He’s happy you survived, cooing as he feeds you his blood for your first meal.      

#kny kokushibo #kimetsu no yaiba kokushibo #demon slayer kokushibo #kokushibo #kokushibo headcanon #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kokushibo x child reader #kokushibo x child you #kokushibo x child oc #long post #longish post

[cryptiduni]

…i just saw this poll and my unevolved brain gel wriggled inside my cranium like a feral fish:

idk how you look at his official art and call him conventionally attractive. my man looks like a wet dog and has eyebags for daysss. face full of pox scars, skin pale af, and those shaggy ass hair & a rugged beard hanging from his flat long face.

he is pretty *to me* but like dude???

—not exactly a heartthrob boy band material is he?

obv I wouldn’t call him “misunderstood baby uwu” if we are talking a little more seriously —but to be fair jean is having possibly the worst week of his life. the car? fucking sunk. case? unsolved. not to mention his close partner (who is also an ass mind you) doesn’t even remember him, already running around with a new one.

yeah he is absolutely foul and aggressive and degrading harry but like i said before (in my tag essay lol) judit also makes ableist comments and i don’t see people hating her because she’s outwardly nice—

and respects harry as her superior. her BOSS.

(also a friend with benefits? /nope, it’s just him harassing judit/ as well but not as a complicated relationship compared jean and harry’s brötherbund. only a few months of acquaintanceship.)

plus it’s highhlyyy likely that harry is not the only one substance abuse. —look at jean’s rudolf-looking-red-ass-nose. a drunkard’s sniffers. probably had few lines with him late at night… when your lifetime partner is an alcoholic it's hard to say no.

about the left for dead thing, they left because harry told them to fuck off. tbh harry is nightmare to work with esp pre-bender. (and am saying as a pathetic little unmedicated neurodivergent woman.)

but when the second time they left revachol was not jean’s fault, and it was judit’s suggestion anyway. the squad probably thought that since harry had someone a little more responsible looking after him. it will be fine when they come back. the tribunal was absolutely unaccounted for.

yet despite all of these things, he will try to come back to make sure he is ok and accommodate harrier to the best of his abilities which is wearing very thin. look at him trying to make up to our harry boy:

anyways am incapable of writing coherent thoughts (even though i want to talk about it for hours) that make sense so go look at sygneth’s jean psychological analysis instead. it is an excellent read. please go read.

#op might wanna get their eyes or head checked lol. they looked at a little too much fanart. #+do not interact with the original poll. don’t look it up. it’s not worth it. don't give it traction. don't attract drama. #am sure op is just a troll. prob barely spent any time playin/readin DE. not that i am that much media literate but still... #i am sure there are things i left out. oh well... #i know that you need high EDC build run or lotta reading to understand so his “lore” so is kinda gatekept-- #but it’s frustrating to see shit takes like this lmaoo #also don’t get me wrong i like judit. she is a tired working woman w/ a pathetic husband + 2x children. she just wanna grab jean & go home. #p.s stella as in stella from ‘‘helluva boss’’. idk didn’t like its S2 i think she coulda been more complex character. #but not everything needs to be deep and meaningful i guess. simple villains are ok. #her anger is justified towards her husband’s infidelity but she’s kind of a dumb royal brat. esp in s2. just calls of his assassination rig #heron vs secretary #angry bird vs angry bird shit fr beuh #disco elysium #jean vicquemare #jean posting #jean heron vicquemare #loyal is the he… #no. am not tagging HB or stella. #kinda long #longish post #cryptid rambles

[eternal-moss]

Candace redesign ft my brilliant editing skills.

Okay so- things I changed:

-I made her skin darker and her hair curlier because she is inspired by Kush which was situated in ancient Sudan and some of Egypt and if you look at literally any art from that time the skin is rarely as pale as her actual design

-I switched the long sleeve from the left arm to the right because I thought that having two large elements (shield + sleeve) might be a bit unbalanced

-I made the lower half of her clothes resemble a shendyt because I didn’t really like the undershorts

-I made her top half have more clothes (lol) and I kinda imagine the metal strips around her rib cage to go all the way round, like an exoskeleton, so that if a blunt attack hit her, she’d have some armouring that wasn’t too heavy

-I made her shoulder guard cover more of her shoulder

-I made her arms+legs+torso wider because I barely know anyone in real life who’s that skinny

Things I kept the same:

-The sandals; I used to have sandals like that and they are super comfy + allow for good movement. They are also good for hotter climates so it makes sense for her to wear them

-The ankh+necklace+shield; Candace is allegedly supposed to be based off the historical figure Kandake from Kush, and the Kushite kingdom spread into Egypt, which is why I think they added stuff like the ankh to her, as well as the eagle symbol on her shield which reminds me a lot of Rome.

She’s not the only person to have Greco-Roman influences in their character with Egypt, as Cyno, who is very heavily based off Anubis, has his own name come from Greek (κύων) which means dog, (and ‘cyno’ is still used in English as a prefix in taxonomy for dog like animals) because Anubis is either based off jackals or wild dogs.

#Genshin impact #Genshin fanart #Genshin Candace #Candace fanart #Genshin redesign #Candace redesign #longish post #my art #Sorry I’m not able to draw gold very well ππ #Candace #Redesign

[limehaspassed]

Sweet as Pie

(Thomas x GN Reader)

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In which you make friends with Thomas Hewitt.

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You came to the town with a group of others, three girls and four boys. They were all loud, far too loud for that small town. However, amongst the ruckus that surrounded them, you stayed quiet, a small smile present on your face. Your eyes would trace the details of every little trinket you could find within that store before landing on that caught your eye.

You had picked it up and examined it further, smiling fondly at the object. Grabbing one of the girls arms, you excitedly held it out for the other to see. The other gave a dismissive look, not impressed by the find, a motion that caused your smile to fade. As the girl left to join the rest of the group, you were left behind to put the object back, your smile now stolen away from your sweet face.

You turned away from the object and went to join your friends, your movements slower and less enthusiastic as before. Soon enough, the group left the small store, heading back to the two cars they had come in.

Tommy, who had witnessed this scene from his hiding spot in the back, stood in confusion as his eyes watched the cars pull away, your frown visible from where he stood. He stepped out of the back, leaving his job of moving the boxes for a minute to see what it was that had pleased you so in a place like this.

He rounded the corner of a shelf and made his way to where you had stood, looking at the rack to find a small keychain, one with a black cat sitting attached to the end, green eyes staring back at whoever held it. Thomas held the keychain for a minute, looking over the item before walking over to the counter, the cat in hand.

“Tommy, have you finished in the back?” Luda Mae asked him, to which he promptly shook his head no. She frowned for a moment until her eyes connected with the cat in Thomas’s hand. Her face softened a bit, immediately knowing what had just happened with the group of teens earlier.

“Do you plan on giving it to them?” Luda asked, to which she received a shrug.

Tommy didn’t know what he wanted to do with the keychain. He felt that he should give it to you, that you owed it in some weird sense. However, he couldn’t give it to you, not him at least. He would be fine if one of your friends paid attention and gave it to you but he could never build up that confidence, walk that path of hatred again.

Thomas has done well to avoid people in this small town, the way they speak about him affecting him more than he would like. Their words would crawl up under his skin, burrowing them deep within his scars and active disease, screaming and moaning with an annoyance that frustrated Thomas more than anything. How he wished their words wouldn’t affect him, however, even in the loudest of rooms, he can still hear their disgusted voices and hate filled words.

“Tommy, are you alright?” Luda asked, reaching over and placing a warm hand on Thomas’s forearm.

Thomas pulled his hand away, the words having taken away any confidence he had in himself. He felt unworthy of his own mother’s comfort, his disease stricken him with an illness he could never overcome: an overbearing and all too controlling sense of loneliness driven by isolation on both his part and everyone else’s part.

Pocketing the keychain, Thomas walks away from the counter, heading back over to the boxes he was working on earlier, leaving Luda to sadly watch as he leaves.

She was no stranger to his tendencies of isolation, his want to be away from others before they could hurt him. He let them think of him as a monster, he let their words pain him in ways he shouldn’t hurt. God, how Luda wished to take away all that pain he felt, all that hate he received. He didn’t deserve what people gave him, he was a good boy, one that always did what was asked of him. If anything, people should try to be like them, however, it seems only Luda thought that way about him, a fact that saddened her more than anything.

As the day turned to night and the chores were finished, Thomas retired in his room, keychain held gently in his hand. He stared up at the ceiling, imagining different scenarios of him giving it to you, some bad and some good. He wished he could give it to you, to see your face light up like it did when you originally found it, but he knew that was beyond his capabilities. After all, he was just a dumb animal, one meant to kill not spark joy.

Placing the keychain on his nightstand, Tommy rolled over onto his back and fell asleep. His dreams were plagued with your smile, with your bright eyes and joy filled face. For the first time in a while, he slept the whole night and woke up refreshed.

The next morning, Tommy woke up to Luda knocking on his door, calling his name in an urgent tone. Immediately, he shot out of bed, worried something might have happened. Rushing to the door, he slung it open to reveal a disheveled and worried looking Luda.

“Tommy,” She started, reaching forward and grabbing his hand. “Follow me. I’ve found myself troubled and I need your help.” She then began leading Thomas out of the room and through the hallway. She took him all the way to the dining room where his eyes landed on you.

With your hair a mess and your eyes closed, you leaned limply against the back of a chair. Your hands hung low on both sides of the chair, body completely slack. Thomas would have thought you dead if it wasn't for the rhythmic rising and falling of your chest, a sign that you were still breathing.

“As you can see, she passed out. She said she’s been awake all night, poor thing. Can you help me move her to the guest room, she needs to lie down for a bit?” Luda asked, to which Thomas grunted a reply.

He walked over to you, sliding his arms under your legs and behind your back, easily lifting you into the air. He turned around and faced Luda, waiting for her to direct him to the guest room she wanted her to stay in for the time being. Luda gave a sympathetic smile towards Tommy and you, walking and grabbing your hand, she gave it a soft squeeze.

She dropped your hand and turned on her heel, ushering Tommy to follow her as she led him to the guest room, a guest room located particularly close to Tommy’s own room.

Thomas didn’t like this, not one bit. He hated being around new people, around people Hoyt would have him scare off. He especially hated the fact that the only safe spot he had from the world would soon be plagued with screams of terror. Thomas wouldn’t have anywhere to hide when he came out of his room, you were bound to see him.

He didn’t want you to see him. He wanted to see you as a good person, one with a pretty smile and bright eyes. He didn’t want that image of you to be trampled on, not by Hoyt and not by himself.

However, what was he to do when Luda, his own mother, had already made a decision.

Luda opened the door and made her way over to the bed, straightening out the sheets before making room for Tommy, who stood right behind her. Slowly, he transitioned you from his arms and to the bed, making sure not to disturb you during the process. Once you were laid across the bed, Tommy grabbed a blanket at Luda’s direction and pulled it over you.

Thomas backed away, standing behind as Luda approached your side, feeling your head and checking your vitals. Her eyebrows were furrowed together in a concentration unliker her usual self.

Thomas was also worried himself, worried about a plethora of things from you not being okay to you waking up and seeing him in the room. He was scared of you, of what you might do or say the second you woke up. He was scared, scared beyond any fear he’s ever felt before. Yet, amidst that fear was a true and overpowering sense of anxiety.

He feared what you might say but he also feared your departure, your leaving of the world, a smile falling from heaven's gates.

As he looked at you now, passed out on that dingy bed, he could only pray to whatever it was out there that you would be okay, because -to Tommy- a person like you shouldn’t be taken so soon. At least, the person he convinced himself you were.

“We best be leaving. I’ll come back to check on her later.” Luda spoke, breaking the tense silence that had formed between the three.

Tommy didn’t wait for Luda to leave in order for him to exit the room. He was out in a matter of seconds, running off behind his own doors, his head slightly spinning and mind conflicted with all the different emotions he felt. Walking over to his nightstand, Tommy grabbed the keychain and held it tightly, using it as a grounding tool.

He took a few deep breaths and set down on his bed, closing his eyes. Collecting his thoughts and emotions about recent events, Tommy pushed them away to a safer and less reactive spot in his brain. When he opened his mind, he slipped the keychain into his pocket and stood up, making his way out of his room.

He might as well get a head start on his chores before the afternoon heat sets in.

The day passed by quickly but you had still not shown any signs of waking. Luda began to fret over you, constantly going in and out of the room to see if you had woken up or not. It wasn’t until the late hours of night when you began showing signs of waking up, tossing and turning in your sleep, accompanied by grumbles and moans every now and then.

Luda stayed in the room once you started admitting these signs, a glass of water sat on your nightstand for you when you woke up. Her eyes were heavy and her mind was blurry, a drowsiness settling in from staying up so long, she was as young as she used to be.

This is where Tommy came into play, he would take over the job of watching you for night, a job he offered to take after watching Luda to struggle to stay awake. He was scared of you, of your reaction, but the cover of night eased a bit of his fear. He had collected himself enough to sit in the dark and wait for you to wake.

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Now, as morning approaches and Tommy feels his own eyes drooping low towards the floor, you wake up. You were silent for a bit not moving, the only sign that you were awake was the fact your eyes were open, a sign Tommy failed to notice through his own drowsiness. You scanned the room, morning light beginning to trickle in through the dirtied window gave way to the outline of a room.

Your eyes traced the shape of the furniture in front of the bed, scanning the wall as if blurred in and out of your half sleeping eyes. Slowly, you sat up, the bed squeaking under you, alerting Tommy.

Looking up from where he was, Tommy watched as you rose from the bed, your form coming into vision as he too woke up from a short sleep, one he hadn’t meant to take. Standing up with a start, Tommy caused quite a ruckus, causing the chair he sat on to fall towards the floor with a loud bang.

You froze, your heart jumping out of your chest at the sudden sound. Slowly, you turned your head, your eyes meeting Tommy’s. You didn’t know what to think, nor did you know what to do for a man larger than any you have seen stood in front you, a chair laid on its side behind him.

Hesitantly, you raised your hand, waving over at the man across the room. “Morning.” Your voice cracked a bit. You weren’t scared, he has yet to give you a reason. No, you were confused, confused on where you were and how you got to be where you were. You remembered little from what happened, the last thing completely clear in your memory was the image of that keychain you had seen down at the shop along the road. Everything else was too hazy to decipher.

Tommy didn’t do anything in response, he couldn’t. If he moved from where he was, just barely out of the reach of light, you would surely see him. You might not be scared now but you would be the second light shone down upon him, revealing to you the beast everybody claimed him to be. For now, until he could think of what to do, Tommy stayed still.

You watched the man in front you, his body not moving an inch. Tilting your head to the side a bit, you studied the man, barely making out the outline of his frame. He was hunched over ever so slightly, his shoulders pointing inward a bit as his face pointed directly at you. You could only wonder if he was staring at you the same way you were staring at him.

Not knowing what to do, you decided to stand up, your body aching from laying so long. You weren’t aware of how long you slept but you knew it was longer than the recommended eight hours.

Sliding off the bed, you stood on your legs, nearly falling over as your legs gave out a bit. You grabbed the mattress of the bed for support, holding onto it until your legs became used to supporting your weight. Afterwards, you let go of the mattress and stretched your arms above your head. For a minute, you stretched your arms, back, and legs. Once you finished and felt like you could finally work again, you turned to face the man by the wall.

You went to ask a question but was interrupted when a knock came from the door, which swung open soon after, revealing a woman who appeared to be well on in her years. You assumed this woman was the man’s mother.

Her eyes immediately landed on you, a surprised look overtaking your face. “You’re awake, dear.” She spoke, a tone of disbelief overtaking her voice.

“I appear to be.” You replied.

The woman’s face broke out into a warm smile. “I’m glad to see that. Come take a seat on the bed so I can make sure you’re okay. You gave me quite the fright, passing out on me back there.” She spoke, walking into the room with small strides.

You followed her direction and sat on the bed, watching as she made her way closer to you. Just before she checked you over, she turned to the man.

“Tommy, you may leave now, dear. Thank you for staying. Don't worry about chores today. Take some time to rest.”

The man left after that, his eyes not once connecting with you. You didn’t even get to see what he looked like, he left that quickly. The only thing you saw was his back as he walked out the door, his shoulders barely able to make it through the small door frame. Your eyes followed him as far as you could see, your interest piqued.

“That’s Thomas, my youngest boy. He’s been up all night making sure you were okay.” The woman informed, placing the back of her hand against your forehead. “He’s a sweet boy despite what some of these people want to believe. Never once has he done anything to approve of those god awful rumors people tend to spread.” She rambled, her voice becoming defensive, angered.

You gave a saddened smile at the news. From what you knew so far, Tommy didn’t appear to be a bad person, he did stay up with you all night. “People tend to make enemies out of people who only seek to be their friend.” You replied, a sour taste forming on your tongue from the words you had just spoken.

The woman nodded, moving her hand to the under part of your wrist, taking your pulse. “What can you do?” She sighed, a defeat infecting her voice, a defeat you sympathized with. “Anyway, my name is Luda Mae, dear. Would you care to stay here until your friends come back? You said last night that you had lost them.” She asked to which you nodded.

“You’ve got a pretty name, Ma’am.” You complimented to which Luda gently slapped your arm.

“You’ll make an old woman blush.” She teased. A smile, one even more genuine and happy, over her face. She looked up at you for a moment. “What’s your name, dear.”

“Y/N.”

“What a lovely name indeed.”

It didn’t take long for Luda to finish checking your vitals, smiling happily as she came to the conclusion that you were doing much better than yesterday. However, she informed you that you would be resting today with Thomas, an idea you didn’t hate one bit.

You couldn’t name why but you desperately wanted to know what this Thomas looked like, especially after hearing what everyone else had to say about him.

You would soon find out when Luda had led you down to the dining room where Tommy was already sitting. She had sat next to him, the only empty chair at the table from what she had said. Breakfast was to be served in twenty minutes and the two of you were to wait there.

When you originally entered the dining room, you were graced with a full view of Thomas, his features visible now. As you looked over him, you were stricken with confusion on why people claimed him to be anything but another man. Yes, you could tell he wore a leather mask to hide some sort of skin disease, but many people suffered from skin problems, even you had suffered your fair share of skin problems in high school. What made Thomas any different? You didn’t know.

Now that you sat next to him and could look at him more closely, you see the handiwork of the mask making, the stitches that cut across the leather in crooked rows. You could tell the texture was uneven, the leather cut in uneven segments. Around the mouth was where the cuts grew to be the most crude, their lines jagged with haste, however, they got the job done, whatever job that was.

You wanted to ask Thomas why he wore the mask but decided against it. Instead, you turned away and stared down at the table.

Thomas, who had been pretending not to notice your stares, finally relaxed the second your eyes tore themselves from him. He didn’t understand why you kept looking at him, why you didn’t say anything about his appearance, or call him a monster. He was expecting you to just like everyone else. The second Luda had brought you into the room, Thomas held his breath, scared for what you might say but you didn’t say anything. He couldn’t even detect a look of disgust in your eyes.

You confused him, you confused him more than anyone else ever has. You didn’t turn away in disgust at him, instead you stared at him with a wonder in your eyes like that of a child in a candy store. Curiosity filled your expression not resentment or distaste like he was used too. For the first time in a long time, Thomas didn’t know how to react to someone, he didn’t know how to react to you.

So, for the next twenty minutes, the two of you sat in awkward silence, both not knowing what to do when it came to the other. However, despite the awkwardness you shared, the both of you also shared a new found curiosity in one other, both interested in knowing what the other was going to do next.

Breakfast was served shortly, two others coming to the table. One of them, a man in Sheriff’s uniform, spoke to the entire table in a rather egotistical manner, a speech you missed because you were focused on other people such as Thomas who was eating his food faster than anything you’ve ever seen. He had finished before everyone else and went to stand up when Luda Mae called him down.

“I said no chores today, Tommy. You’ll be spending some time with Y/N, both of you taking the day to rest. Once she finishes, you may show her to the living room.” Luda instructed her voice firm but not harsh.

Tommy sat back down, his eyes flickering over to you.

Giving a nervous smile, you looked back down to your food and quickly finished it, not wanting to keep Thomas waiting. When you finished, Luda excused you from the table and the two of you made your way into the living room.

Thomas took a seat on the couch, an action you copied and took a seat a respectable distance away, not wanting to crowd him too much. For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, both not knowing what to do.

“So, what do we do?” You asked to which you received a grunt in response. You were quick to learn that Tommy didn’t talk, something that drew you further in.

“Do you have any books?” You asked, just looking for anything to do.

Thomas gave another grunt and motioned to a book shelf over in the corner. You went over and looked at the books, finding nothing that interested you. Sitting back down, you looked around the room for something to do, your eyes eventually landing on Thomas, who was also staring at you.

A small blush dusted your cheeks as Tommy’s eyes met yours. You weren’t used to people looking at you, your own self typically overshadowed by the beauty of your friends. Averting your eyes, you stared down at the couch, trying to think of something to say, something to do.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a thought crossed your mind.

“Do you know how to fist bump?” You asked Thomas, looking up at him. He gave you a confused look, one that caused you to chuckle a bit.

Holding your hand out, you made a fist, motioning for him to do the same. After a few seconds of contemplation, Tommy held his own fist out. Bringing yours towards his, you gently bumped your knuckles together, spreading your open as you pulled the fist away. You made a whooshing sound as well, adding to the fist bump.

Tommy just sat there, still confused.

“You don’t have to do the whoosh. You can just bump your fist against mine.” You held your fist out again. Tommy didn’t move. You gave a patient smile and moved your fist a bit closer to his. “Just go for it.” You calmly pushed, not wanting to seem like you were mad that he was confused. You made sure to keep your voice even and soft.

Slowly, Tommy moved his fist towards yours, ever so slightly bumping it against your own. Your smile grew at the action and you raised your arms in a small cheer.

“Yay. You just officially gave me a fist bump.”

Tommy huffed and bumped his fist against your knee. You raised an eyebrow at the action but didn’t fault him for it. You thought it was cute.

“Knee bump.” You called out.

For the rest of the day, the two of you exchanged fist bumps every now and then between different activities you forced Thomas to do with you. From reading books to playing games on paper, the two of you made what started out as a boring day into one the both of you could enjoy.

The day came and passed, leading you well into the night hours where you still held a smile, your heart happy here.

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As the days passed, you still had yet to receive any word from your friends. You were beginning to feel that either something bad happened to them or they left you here. However, you had little time to think about it, your mind preoccupied with helping out Luda Mae wherever you could and strengthening your new found friendship with Thomas.

Over the past few days, Thomas would wake up every morning to greet you before the two of you were called down for breakfast. He would give you a fist bump, the same way you had taught him days before. He would give you one every night as well, even though typically ended up a bit sloppier than usual due to the lack of sleep.

Everyday, especially when you were working outside, Tommy would take time off from his own work to bring you water. He would stay till you drank the whole glass. A kind gesture it was, one you appreciated more than anything.

You were also quick to realize Tommy’s show of affection was gift giving, something he displayed everyday through a simple glass of water.

This show of affection was made apparent the night before Valentine’s Day. Tommy had pulled you aside after dinner, leading you outside. You were confused on where he was taking you, however, your worries left once you realized he was just taking you to sit on the porch steps. The two of you both took a seat next to each other, a space between you, one that was getting smaller as the days went on.

The fresh air felt nice and the stars shone so beautifully down upon the dry land. Tonight was a night that wasn’t sweltering hot, a special occasion worth celebrating within its own right.

You turned to Tommy and watched as he pulled something from his pocket, holding it out to you. You placed your hand under his, your palm facing upwards. He dropped the item, which made a small clinking sound, into your hand. He was quick to pull his hand back, nervous, you could tell.

Lifting the item to where you could see, a rather large smile spread across your face. It was the keychain from the shop, the same keychain you wished you could have gone back and gotten. Your heart warmed at the action and you couldn’t stop smiling, a few tears prickling within your eyes at the gift.

No one has ever done something like this for you, noticed something so small about you. It made you feel like crying just thinking about it. Tommy really was the sweetest.

“Oh, thank you, Tommy.” You spoke a little too loudly, throwing your arms around in a fit of emotions.

For a moment, Tommy remained still, unsure what to do, however, after a bit, he relaxed within your emotional hold. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as tears fell from your eyes.

“Thank you.”

Tommy simply held you for the rest of the night until it was time for bed. Soon enough, he was giving you a fist bump and the two of you were heading off to your respective rooms.

That night you slept with the keychain held tightly in your hand.

Morning came and you were woken up by Luda who wore her usual warm smile. “Would you like to bake with me today?” She asked. You were quick to agree, happy to help.

“Of course. What are we baking?” You asked, clipping the keychain onto your belt loop, the surface warm from the heat of your palm.

“A pie, one of Tommy’s favorites. He really enjoys sweets. Since today is a holiday, it’s only right we do something for it.” She informed, leading you out of your room and into the kitchen.

The kitchen was already set up for the pie, the only thing that was left to do was prepare it and put it in the oven. Luda was quick to show you what to do, explaining every step in thorough detail. At each step, she demonstrated what needed to be done then let you try, a tantalizing experience at first but one that got easier the more you performed the routine.

Soon enough the pie was in the oven and the two of you were off to do morning chores.

Today was laundry day, so Luda had you start off with scrubbing the clothes and hanging them on the clothesline. You were out there for an hour, scrubbing then hanging then back to scrubbing. You didn’t mind it though, cleaning always calmed you, a fact that has stayed constant throughout your entire life. Never once did cleaning feel like a chore for it was something that soothed you, similar to taking a bath. Now, as you perform the dance of washing clothes, you feel collected and calm, your mind filled with a peaceful serenity as the buzz of cicadas surrounds you.

A gentle tap on your shoulder alerted you to another’s presence. Turning around, you faced Tommy who held a glass of water out to you. With a thankful smile. You grabbed the glass and drank it. “Thank you, Tommy.” You kept your voice soft, as you always did when addressing Tommy, he didn’t deserve anything worse than your gentlest.

He was always so sweet to you, sweeter than the pie in the oven or the keychain hanging from your belt loop.

You still understand how people could see him as anything but a friend. Thomas has been nothing but a friend to you since you’ve arrived, always there to give you a fist bump after a hard days work of helping out Luda. Even when he was in the middle of his chores, he would stop to make sure you drank water, always keeping an eye for you.

When you first saw Thomas you never expected for him to be this sweet but you didn’t expect him to be cruel either. Now that you know him a bit better, you can officially say that Thomas is one of the kindest and most generous people around, his actions sweeter than anything you’ve ever experienced.

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Word Count: 5,000+

#gender nuetral reader #fluff #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt x reader #texas chainsaw the beginning #valentines day special #slasher #longish post

[jesncin]

Do you have any favorite books or comics that you'd recommend?

Superhero comics or in general? I'll go in general, haha:

Our Dreams At Dusk by Yuhki Kamatani

This is the book series I'm most obnoxiously recommending people. It's influenced me ever since, Lunar Boy is a direct homage to this short series in many ways. It talks about the lived realities of being queer and Japanese in Japan- the queerphobia, the mental health struggles, the relationships (romantic and platonic) in an in depth way. It opened my eyes to what the queer narrative can be, and I'm forever grateful for it. This story is so good it actively ruins all other queer media for me, haha.

Superman Smashes the Klan by Gene Yang and Gurihiru

This is the book I most successfully recommend to people. What can I say that I haven't said many times before? A reimagining of the classic Klan of the Fiery Cross arc from the classic Superman radio show, empathetically revitalized. A story that actually acknowledges and understands Superman as a direct immigrant allegory?? Where he relates to a Chinese American family being targeted by the Klan?? I love it, and many people have picked up how I'm influenced by it! You don't need to know anything about Superman or his lore, this is a very accessible story for newbies. If you want to know why I love Superman, this is it. This story is so good it actively ruins all other Superman media for me, haha.

Salt Magic by Hope Larson and Rebecca Mock

One of my recent all time favorite graphic novels!! This story is everything I love about fairytales perfectly told in the graphic novel format. When a mysterious woman curses a family farm by turning their water supply into entirely undrinkable salt water- Vonceil must embark on an adventure to uplift the curse that hangs over her family history. Also Rebecca Mock's art is INCREDIBLE.

Homunculus by Joe Sparrow

Shortbox, the publisher for this comic, is retiring soon so order this book now! Or any books from them that you fancy (discount code here)! From the indie scene, Homunculus is a beloved short comic about a machine with growing sentience witnessing the end of the world, and what comes after. The style is lovely and the story is deceptively simple! It's heartbreaking by the end.

Berrybrook Middle School Series (Awkward, Brave, Crush, Enemies) by Svetlana Chmakova

This series is the reason I wanted to make middle grade graphic novels, and is in my humble opinion- the best in the business. Each story is self contained, with a cast of recurring characters that all go to Berrybrook middle school. It covers a wide variety of young experiences in an empathetic way that doesn't feel like you're being talked down to. It's a book series that nurtures the children it's for. I cried reading Brave, and Crush is such an important book that I'm ecstatic that kids get to read.

The Weight Of Our Sky by Hanna Alkaf

If you liked my Who Is Superman: A Private Interview with Lois Lane comic and want to learn more about the historical context behind it- I recommend The Weight Of Our Sky by Hanna Alkaf. It doesn't cover the same history (this book is about the 1969 race riots in Malaysia), but it's such an eerily similar incident that I felt myself reflected in it. Hanna is an incredibly vivid writer, and she handles so many topics with sensitive care. She highlights that historical events like this need to be remembered, and how fictional stories can breathe new life into an increasingly forgotten history. Also Hanna is so nice.

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness (original idea by Siobhan Dowd)

One of my all time favorite novels, with hauntingly beautiful mixed media illustrations by Jim Kay. I love how this book covers grief in such a messy and fantastical way- showing how its young protagonist has larger than life feelings he's trying to contain from the looming eventual death of his mom's illness. This book is special because it was conceived originally by Siobhan Dowd as she was going through terminal cancer, in collaboration with her editor and Ness. It feels like an intimate experience, and this heavy feeling of grief carries the whole book in a memorable way.

Those are my fav books off the top of my head! Happy reading :>

#askjesncin #booklr #longish post #i miss having time to read novels i should do that again before work piles up #[proceeds to read cape comics instead]

[the-orion-inexpirience]

People talking about WCI but with transfem/genderqueer/genderfluid Sanji makes me physically ill because it's actually much more painful and it makes me SOOO upset thinking abt it cause if i try to put myself in his shoes as sb who's genderqueer/nonbinary it would actually be my personal hell

Cause like me personally, I use the non-binary label bc it feels right for me, but genderqueer is actually closer to what i am. I don't mind what pronouns people use for me unless they're doing it deliberately to be an asshole

It's my own stubbornness more than anything, i hate being put into boxes and i sometimes get irrationally angry when people assume shit about me without knowing me.

And i think Sanji is the same/similar to this w her gender identity (bc projection)

So when they take a single step into that arc and she's being told what to do and what to wear and how to act (by people who haven't given a single shit about them their entire life) bc otherwise his actual friends and family die btw-

Aughh im so upset i might actually throw up augh- I just love Sanji so much you guys..

#usopp come get ur partner theyre FIGHTING FOR THEIR LIFE #because everything is better with sanuso #op sanji #transfem sanji #one piece sanji #genderfluid #longish post #WCI #whole cake island

[bottlecapsandotherthings]

I want to help people. I need them to know that I will never discriminate against them or their identity, for any reason.

I want a patient to walk into my office and know that it is a safe place. I want to instantly reassure them that I love them and that I only want to help them.

I want to make people feel safe. I want to be the best therapist that I can possibly be, so that I can make people feel better, and give them a reason to smile again.

I want to see their lives changed. I want to see them in their best possible mental health. I want that to be the legacy that I leave.

I want to be kind and good at what I do. I want to be the best not for myself, but for others.

I want to see people overcome their depression, to be free from their anxiety, to have the courage and self-love to accept themselves for who they are.

I want to see their lives change, as they find friends and make family who accept them for who they are.

I want to sit back at the end of the day and feel the joy of knowing that even one of my patients is doing better because I helped them.

I want to find people of my own to share my life with. A girlfriend, hopefully. Someone who puts up with me, my religion, my gender, my asexuality, everything. Someone who supports me no matter what.

I want to protect my found family and give them everything that they need. If I ever adopt a kid, or kids, I want to be the best possible parent that I can be. Better than my own "parents" ever were.

I want my patients to have all of this, too. I want to show them that it can all be theirs, just as long as they do not give up. I want to be in good mental health so that I can help others to have good mental health. I want.... all of this.

#diary of a future therapist #i guess #longish post #i love all of you guys so much....

[abracazabka]

#so the format actually works on desktop #this is like a handful of images lol #cobra kai #karate kid #the karate kid #john kreese #johnny lawrence #miguel diaz #robby keene #cobra kai dojo #cobra kai karate #ill tag them cuz theyre there #jimmy karate kid #tommy karate kid #the karate kid novelization #ill also finally tag it this since theres more than two sources like my other so called ones: #web weaving #ah what the hell: #pink floyd #longish post

[dragon-stones]

Kokushibo Headcanon 

Kokushibo takes you in as his kid (pt 2)

- After the transformation, Kokushibo has found you trying to eat human food many times. Every time ended up with you throwing up and him having to put you to bed. He’s every annoyed every time you do this. 

- “Stop... trying to eat... human food. Your making yourself ill.” Kokushibo would say every time you do this. Of course, you would pout about the issue, but you do understand his concern. 

- You know that Kokushibo doesn’t like to leave you alone when you had first transformed, but when he had to leave, the demon would have Akaza or Nakime watch you.  

- After some time, you’ve grown stronger and this had made Kokushibo proud. Though he doesn’t show it publicly, when the two of you are alone, Kokushibo would pick you up and happily nuzzle his nose against your face. He even purrs as you giggle. 

- Years go by and your in Kokushibo’s training Dojo. He’s been training you in Moon Breathing, but you have a habit of breaking the swords he’s has ‘borrowed’ stolen. Kokushibo knows that you’re not able to produce a sword from your own flesh yet, so he has to find swords for you to train with. He used to use wooden ones, but you shattered those quickly.    

#kokushibo #kny kokushibo #kimetsu no yaiba kokushibo #demon slayer kokushibo #kokushibou #kokushibo x child reader #kokushibo x child you #kokushibo x child oc #kokushibo headcanon #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #long post #longish post

[maryonnaise]

i dreamt there was a new overwatch hero named "dodge ball man" who was a cartoony little dude made of glowing solid gold. he was a gimmick character that required you to wear a vr headset and actually play doge ball, and everyone thought he was shit but if you mastered him you could solo entire teams. i was like 6'6" and incredibly fit in the dream and crazy good at dodge ball, which landed me on the top league team. everyone hated us because my team would literally sit in spawn while i made the enemy team play dodge ball with me (and my opponents being pro gamers and not pro athletes, I would DESTROY them extremely one-sidedly). i tanked the league's ratings and drove blizzard into bankruptcy because "gamers hate real sports"

#dream #sketch #shitpost #text #longish post #overwatch #i have never been good at either dodge ball or video games fyi