Ihadhopeoncetoo

Quest 1

Difficulty level: Easy

Draw your favorite flower

Forget me nots are my favorite flowers!

this post is for all of my transmascs and my trans men. all of you with wide hips, with long hair, with big tits, all of you who embrace femininity while still being wholeheartedly, beautifully, transmasc. all of you who decide to wear dresses because you love it, all of you who absolutely fucking rock it in thick eyeliner, all of you who don't want surgery or hormones, all of you who use all kinds of pronouns, and you're still so wonderfully transmasc.

and then. this is for my masculine transmascs. all of you who bind and layer to look masc, all of you who are on T or want surgery because it'll make you happy, all of my bears, my punks, my butches, my leathers, all of you beautiful, beautiful fucking people who are so proud and so confident in your masculinity. you are not dangerous. testosterone does not make you evil or predatory or harmful to others. you are also not immediately obligated to be a protector for others. you are allowed to enjoy your masculinity and still be loved the way you deserve to be loved.

this is for my black, asian, indian, latine, muslim, jewish trans men/mascs, my disabled transmascs, this is for my trans men and mascs who don't feel comfortable in the community all the time. you still deserve to find comfort in who you are and your identity because there will always be a place for you. you will always deserve love and support for who you are. trans men and trans mascs we are not lesser people we are not evil we are not endangering women/femmes, we are not less worthy of protection for being trans. i love you because of who you are.

feeling genuinely ill about scott summers of the xmen rn. I love him so much he has consumed me.

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we have no sign of how christ treated his betrayer on a daily basis, you know. we do know he was trusted with money, and that they had no idea it would be him. when it was said that one of their number would betray their lord, not one of them nodded sagely and said “i knew it, it’s judas.” not one of them.

how easy it would have been for him to put distance there, to just step away, to lessen the pain and the sting every time judas looked at him. but no. no, not christ. it was always, always, always love.

there is constant agony over the knowledge that jesus CHOSE him. a crowd, a following, all of israel to chose to be one of his closest friends, and jesus looked at the multitude and met the eyes of the one with a greedy heart and jealous mind and he said “that one.” he looked at his betrayer, the one who would commit the Sin of Sins, and he smiled and he said “father, give him to me.”

“let him be mine.”

“i choose death. i choose pain. i choose to let this one know my heart before he breaks it.”

he could have been delivered up another way. someone else could have told the priests — someone could have seen the group and known and ran to earn payment. someone who was unaffiliated, whom they wouldn’t have known and been so hurt by.

but no. no, jesus looked at him and loved him.

god made the job harder in no physical manner, only with love. and so no one has ever, i think, broken the lord’s heart so thoroughly as judas. because he let the serpent into the nest and made it comfortable, walked toward the hungry lion with welcoming arms.

in the end, it was also the story of us, betraying him who we had no reason to betray, and suffering the burden for it when we refused his grace. our redemption in the arms of him whom we worst offended. “while we were yet sinners”

judas is the story of grace overflowing, cascading, washing over us all. jesus pulled him into dances, had inside jokes, sat next to him at meals, ruffled his hair in the mornings, winked at him during sermons. judas was no outcast — he was in jesus’ close circle, his family. jesus stayed up late sometimes with him and talked about stars while the other disciples slept around the fire. they had dialogue about old testament verses and their meaning, swapped stories of their childhoods, kissed each others’ mothers on the cheek. judas heard his sermons and likely had comments, questions, ideas, adorations. (because jesus chose to lead him but judas chose to follow) they were blood brothers, until judas shed jesus’ blood, sold his brother for silver, did not listen when all the earth cried out. (all creation, all eternity building to this climax) (cain and abel) (joseph and judah) (yeshua and judas) (we’ve heard this before, we know how it ends don’t we, god bring the plot twist or avert our eyes)

most powerful of all, when christ washed his feet. kneeling, wrapped in a towel, and silently, gently, lovingly he lifting the feet of his betrayer to intimately clean them.

“i knew it, it was judas” never came from any of their mouths, not even from the mouth of he who knew. instead he smiled, and the kiss was only expected. “i knew it, it was judas” “father let him be mine”

“i choose judas”

you gotta be as gay as possible on the computer otherwise alan turing died for nothing

Silly self portrait again uwu

Dead Boy Detectives but if they were actually 16yo boys…

Lesterpollo and the babies as kitties bc I’m insane

ALSO Meg as a tokay gecko bc she’s full of rage

i know it's probably a bit problematic of me but i do kind of love it when a fictional character is clearly lgbt coded but too haunted/possessed/avenging a dead loved one/investigating a series of horrifying murders/undergoing a disturbing and painful metamorphosis/etc. to do anything about it