Somehow Xbfam Got Talking About Demon Impulse And Regular Little Guy Bdubs And I Am Extremely Enamoured

Jimmy tweeted ♥️

shoutout to my fellow aroallos tbh. shoutout to cishet aroallos who keep hearing theyre not queer enough (you are), shoutout to hypersexual aroallos, shoutout to aroallos who dont want to have sex, shoutout to aroallos in fwb situations and aroallos in qprs and aroallos in romantic relationships and shoutout to aroallos who like one night stands, shoutout to loveless aroallos, shoutout to gay aroallos, to lesbian aroallos, to mspec aroallos, shoutout to aroallos who like to walk around in little clothing and shoutout to aroallos who dont, shoutout to religious aroallos, shoutout to aroallos who still havent completely come to terms with their aroallo identity (its okay to struggle with identities like these) and shoutout to aroallos who are open about their identity and shoutout to aroallos who arent either, shoutout to aroallo trans folk, shoutout to aroallo men and aroallo women and nonbinary aroallos and all other aroallos and shoutout to aroallo poc

Who’s your favourite content creator outside the minecraft sphere? I’m curious

Doomscrolling Save Point

hey relax for a second and watch the cat

I know this weeks episodes are starting to come out but neither of theirs have yet so I’m counting this as win. 

I wanted to make fully rendered pieces for each of the pairs but I also wanted to get them all done before the second week and ran out of time.

closeted transfems deserve the world. if you're a closeted transfem know it doesn't make you any less your gender & one day you WILL be able to be yourself for real

Happy Pride 2022!

I was commissioned by @deviantart this year to do a piece in response to the D*n't Say Gay bill. I was originally unsure how to deal with subject material like this, especially in the month of Pride when we should feel liberated and free to be ourselves. As a member of the Queer community, it felt hard to deal with such a political subject especially when I don't consider myself a very political artist-- my existence is unfortunately political, and it's tiring, really tiring, so I like to keep my art in an idyllic place where I am free to express what I want about gender and love and my interests, like fashion.

This is a serious issue that threatens a lot of us, but I also wanted to keep my chin up and approach it in a way that was morale-boosting. This isn't necessarily a piece to bring attention to the topic, I made it in hopes to create a piece that brought attention to Queer resillience-- it's meant for others who need encouragement.

I wanted to embrace my love of fashion and how it can be a powerful tool of self expression. In a world that tries to limit who we really are, I felt a queerpunk aesthetic really faced that head-on. I wanted the bricolage styles to reflect how I feel surviving this world every day: full of rebellious vigor and pride for who I am.

You can check out the rest of the campaign here: https://bit.ly/DAPride22

Your supervillain nemesis is little more than goofy comedy relief, always coming up with clunky machines and insane, nonsensical schemes. When a new dangerous villain appeared, your nemesis utterly destroyed them, and then continued on like nothing happened.

:)

Jacob and Julia asked for fanart and fanfiction of these two and I don't draw so here's my first (of hopefully many) Sara Pena and Hunter Richardson fics. It's a meet-cute.

Two Losers At A Party

Sara wasn't stupid. Okay, well, she was kind of stupid, but she certainly wasn't blind. She had seen the cute girl staring at her and filming.

After a few minutes of dancing for her new personal filmographies, she decided to approach the girl and commence flirting. Or hustling. One of the two.

"Hey. You should tag me in that. Tag my business page. SaraPenaPartyForHire. All one word. The S and the P and the other P and the F and the H are capitalized. That's Sara without an H, too. Did you get all that?"

"Uh. Yes. I'll add that to my post." Hunter was already getting comments about clearly filming without permission, but this felt like permission.

"I'm Sara Pena, by the way. Of SaraPenaPartyForHire."

"Hunter. Hunter Richardson. Of… Nothing. What exactly do you do at SaraPenaPartyForHire?"

"Well, it's a freelance kind of thing. I get paid to come to parties and throw down my sick dance moves so that other people feel more comfortable doing the same themselves."

"Sounds lucrative," Hunter said.

"It's not," Sara Pena said with a laugh, "but I enjoy it."

"You must go to a lot of parties, then."

"Yep! Maybe I'll see you at the next one?" Sara batted her eyelashes.

"I mainly go to funerals, actually. Maybe I'll see you at the next one?"

Sara laughed, "You must be a lot of fun at funerals."

Hunter laughed then too, a genuine laugh. The first time she'd laughed all evening.

"Yeah, Sara, I put the fun in funerals."

"I've never worked a funeral before but I'd be willing to give it a go."

"I'll be sure to let my clients know about your business."

"Your clients?" Sara leaned in then, her intense eyes wide, "Do you work for ghosts?"

"Huh. I guess I kind of do. I'm a funeral director."

Hunter leaned in conspiratorially, "You'll never guess where I got this dress."

Sara's eyes sparkled like freshly lit candles, "Where?"

"Right off a dead person."

Sara gasped in delight, "It looks so good on you!"

"Thank you! I thought so too. Sometimes the families of the deceased don't get it but the corpses don't need clothes. I, on the other hand, do. Anything to save money, right?"

"Tell me about it. My life isn't one big party. I have bills to pay, too."

"You get it. You just gotta do what you've gotta do."

"Hey, Sara, get back on the dance floor! We didn't pay you to stand around!" Some guy snapped.

Without changing her morose expression Hunter whipped around and doused the guy with her drink.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Hunter snapped.

"Hey! No one invited you! Get out of here! Both of you!"

Sara grabbed Hunter's hand and they fled, both of them unable to keep from laughing when they got past the front door.

Hunter sobered up the fastest. "I'm sorry I got you kicked out of the party."

"That's okay, they already paid me. And if they leave a bad review on my page I'll just delete it."

"Would you like to help me vandalize their house?" Hunter asked, offering Sara a marker. Sara hadn't let go of her hand yet.

"How about we just go for a walk?" Sara suggested. "I would really, really like to get to know you better, Hunter Richardson."

"And I, you, Sara without an H."

"Well," Sara giggled, clumsily twirling Hunter, "I have one now."

Hunter blushed almost imperceptibly and put away her markers. The only vandalism that would be committed that night was the marks Sara and Hunter were leaving on each other's hearts.