It's honestly crazy that discussion around testosterone HRT skews so much towards the beginning stages of it (to the point that you have dozens of guys thinking their transition is "failed" if they don't pass by like a year in lol) and what the initial changes of the first couple of months to years look like, like the classic laundry list of those early basic changes like bottom growth, voice drop, etc, when IMO literally none of that compares remotely to the depth and intensity of the long term total masculinization you start to experience like 3-5+ years in.
How about instead of Tyrande getting possessed by Elune, we actually got to see them have a conversation about why tf she won't let her kill sylvanas!!! And get some real payoff for all the "hmm something's off about Elune"!! And more!!
Warning this one is long and boring. part 2 is way better lol
sry she should more serious here but w/e we're just going with 'angy' lol
i think i drew these same poses in the sylvanas one lol oop sry my brain library is not vast
ok one thing i added at the last second was elune is like pulling from tyrande's personal elune power to get her real form back to properly tell winter queen to fuck off. and that's why tyrande looks like she has spider webs on her it's just glowy elune magic
and then winter queen does go fuck off bc i didn't want to draw her anymore
End of part 1!! Also when tyrande is watching elune and WQ yell at each other I imagine it like a kid watching their mom get in a fight at the grocery store or smt lol
I just want to fall in love with someone who makes me feel safe like even when we’re angry or sad or upset i just want to know that both of us are still going to be okay
Sixty years ago today, Paul McCartney got bopped on the head
John Lennon, Paul McCartney and George Harrison in EMI studio 2 during recording sessions for A Hard Day’s Night, 27th February 1964 - part one (part two)
GOD THAT WAS SO HOT i rewatched that ten times i swear 😭
NO BECAUSE THAT IS ABSOLUTELY BIKER!SIMON LETS GOOOOO
simon would rev up to catch up with the car and absolutely smack the window i fear :(( not even to break it because he’s still a gentleman, RAHH, but fold it inwards since they (car driver) don’t seem to use it anyway :/
he’ll take the next exit, looking at the mirrors to see if you’re right behind him, before turning on his hazard lights and stopping at a safe area. you follow suit, head tilted in confusion as you watch simon dismount and walk towards you.
you flip your visor up. “what’s wrong?”
“nothing,” he says, taking his helmet off. “jus’ makin’ sure y’r alright.”
this makes your stomach clench, your cheeks filling up with warmth.
“yeah,” you reply, clearing your throat. “you?”
“i’m fine.” he knocks his knuckles on your fuel tank. “y’did good keepin’ calm.”
you giggle, your adrenaline now spiked with giddiness—it seems like no matter how long you two have been together, simon still manages to make your breath run ragged; your heart beating within your ribs as heat envelops you whole. it’s unsaid, his love for you, but it burns, bright and protective.
“thanks.” you rub at your neck, lips still tugged up in a full smile. “knew someone’s got my back, so.”
“i always will,” simon huffs, serious, before ducking his head down in his shyness. you catch the flush rising to his ears, anyway, and you bite at your bottom lip to keep down the giddy giggles.
thinking about the day that Bruce’s heart stops out of the blue — sudden trauma, a near instant death — and Clark is just frozen. He doesn’t even bother flying to him, doesn’t even breathe. Just goes painfully, inhumanly still as his closest friend leaves him behind and realizes there is nothing he can do.