every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking

attacka you with a branch

anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful

Adora post worktime 🔥 (and Catra looking respectfully)

Prints stickers and more here in my shop <3

this was posted on patreon a month ago together with the progress video, and the original post by @marypsue can be found here 💗

this time i deliberately left in the sketch lines :”)

another deranged drawing from my demented mind

I love you fat transmascs who can't pass because of our curves and boobs. I love you fat gnc transmascs. I love you fat transmascs for whom passing won't make you happy. I love you fat closeted transmascs. I love you fat transmascs with PCOS. I love you fat transmascs with sensory issues who don't want to or can't grow facial hair. I love you fat transmascs who can't get gender affirming surgeries because of archaic BMI limitations. I love you fat transmascs who don't want to lose weight. I love you fat transmascs who've tried everything and cant lose weight. I love you fat and disabled transmascs. I love you fat transmascs who don't want hrt or surgery. I love you fat balding transmascs. I love you fat hairy transmascs. I love you fat transmascs who gained weight because of hrt. I love you fat transmascs on birth control. I love you fat transmascs.

i respect people who like to see izutsumi as chilchuck's straight up adopted daughter post-canon but personally i like to see it a bit differently. like the fatherdaughterism is THERE but it remains unspoken forever. she does her own things and probably wouldn't confine herself to one spot. im sure she bounces around between all the main party members, whenever she's not on her own adventures. i find it more interesting to see their relationship as like...coming and going. she shows up at chilchuck's house or his shop at random, and stays for days at a time, and after a while they're able to fall into a routine as if it's second nature. they don't even talk all that much. their silences are comfortable. when she takes off again, he doesn't say anything sappy. he says something like "don't go eating a bunch of junk." or "don't go out of your depth and get yourself killed. this isn't the dungeon, you won't be resurrected." she hardly responds and leaves. she'll return again, maybe weeks or months later, and she'll stay for either a few hours or for a few days. and he'll appreciate the company without ever really saying it. and so it goes on

Chilchuck in a frog suit bag lives rent free in my brain

silly goobers just in time for lesbian visibility week! forever grateful to tlt & its fandom for helping me be more comfortable with my own sexuality and gender identity🗡️

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clocking in for another day at the i dont wanna factory

i really like looking at google image searches for “firemen rescuing cats” or something because you get super cute pictures like

AND THEN THERE’S THIS ONE

Discord has introduced microtransactions to make only specific users hear sound effects. Skype is back as a livestreaming platform. X is now marketing “twitter” as a paid-only private area to post in on X. There are clouds gathering above the field now. There’s an ache in your tooth when you eat something sweet, sharp and stabbing, but you put it off. The wind makes the puddles in the mud ripple after it rains. When you look out, you like to pretend they are deeper, deep enough to drown in. You wonder if you’d still be able to see just how big the cloud-heavy sky is as you fall beneath the surface. You wonder if you’d hear the first drops of rain. You wonder how the wind always seems to find you out there. The field is large, and it is cold outside. Come inside now. It’s getting late.

Are people with large beds not afraid of a ghost crawling in with them? I would be