I’m So Glad I Played That Immunity Idol.

Got to do a cover art commission for a fren. Very fun time!

Thank u thank u thank u they’re so CUTE omg

Imogen and Kyna Shinestone for my part of an art trade with @akasketch!

Yup heterosexual sex does sound pretty lethal

The first thing you see after you zoom in is how you die.

How're you dying? 🤣😭💀

DANG DUDE ASHFKFHSHFKEHCBXISHDND

Fanart for A Sterling Garden, a Star Wars 5e campaign run by @akasketch! Meet the Pelican, an XS stock light freighter on a mission. Watch the first stream tonight (March 6) at 6pm PST and help raise money for queer people

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-nother face. That of a strange, wizened old man with pointed ears. He helps you up kindly, though he's so much shorter than you. He opens his mouth and says in his squeaky voice,

Oh no, you just broke a window

You didn’t mean to do it. But you did it. And now there’s a spooky noise coming from inside the house. You’re terrified but you can’t just run away without looking. You inch slowly toward the shattered glass, peer into the living room, and see

This right here. Masculinity is “sweet goofball” energy and I will not be taking notes at this time.

Women are cool as fuck, but I also like when men do cute things.

I like when they're gentle and patient with animals or children.

I like when they do something masculine and get all excited and proud of themselves and look to see if you were impressed.

I like when they have a dumb (but largely harmless) idea and spend all day making it happen, then either fail hilariously or succeed in spite of common sense and jump around hooting and hollering with the boys.

I like when they completely derail a conversation with a well-placed dad joke.

I like how a man can be a smart sensible person, but the moment you put him in a room with a bunch of other dudes he gets along with, they all form a hive mind collectively sharing one brain cell.

Basically, men are cute in their natural state, but too many get brainwashed into being heartless controlling monsters and then spend their lives angry and lonely when they can't form an honest intimate connection with anyone.

Like, fellas, all you gotta do to be attractive is just be a sincere, caring human being, with all the limitations and flaws that come with that. You can still be a big masculine badass if you want! Doing your best to protect and lift up those around you in spite of your weaknesses and flaws is infinitely more attractive than being successful at everything but hurting everyone who gets close.

Anyway, huge props to all the men out there who put in the work to unlearn all the toxic bullshit they're told all the time about how "real men" act. Y'all are brave and handsome and cool, and the world is better with you in it!

That includes trans men, gnc men, non-binary men, and all other men who don't fit the traditional definition of "man"!

Keep being fantastic fellas! 💖

“Cave Johnson here. I’ve received complaints from anonymous employees that our support of the “homosexual lifestyle” is “degenerate” and “irresponsible”. It really got me thinking and I think I found a solution. So good news! We now have 23 vacated positions reserved for members of the LGBT community. Additional good news, we began a new testing initiative on evolutionary degenration with 23 test subjects all ready to go.“

I felt specifically called to make this Anyway, I'm going back to huntering monsters

Damn, I wish I had grown up in a world that didn’t make discovering myself feel like unraveling some long-lost, forbidden love letter—one written in a language I was never meant to understand. A world that didn’t shove me into shadows, didn’t make my body a battlefield, didn’t make my desire to just be feel like rebellion.

But even with all that? I wouldn’t trade this for anything. I love being a trans woman. I love the way transfemininity is soft and untamed all at once, how we rewrite the rules of beauty, of power, of love. Even if I had been “cis,” I think I’d still be something a little wild, a little untethered—too fluid, too free, too full of aching, tender want to fit into the neat little boxes the world tried to fold me into.

And maybe I got here later than I wished, but I got here. And I didn’t do it alone. I’ve found hands to hold, lips to brush against mine, voices that whisper my name like it was always meant to be spoken this way. I’ve found love—not just for others, but for myself. And that? That’s something no world, no past, no regret could ever take from me.