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White men always disappoint me BUT I NEED TGIS MAN IM DROOLING SALIVA OUT MY MOUTH
I think i understand men now,
I just saw broad shoulders and i am going feral.
“He’d look fine doing it-““he’d be so hot wearing-“ NO! LET HIM BE UGLY. I DONT WANT HIM HOT AND BASIC. I WANNA SEE HIM UGLY!! BUT CONFIDENT AND I WANNA BE CONFUSED ON WHY I LIKE HIM!!!
fuck that, men suck
I think I understand what it feels like to be in love now.
Hey look a man
And he's
Gay
I like my women how I like my bees....well respected and taken care of but FAAARRRRR away from me or i will scream and run 20 miles away in respect and fear
-Me, the local gay
Here’s a mostly accurate self portrait sadly my binder doesn’t have the flags :((( and I don’t have elf ears- lmao
But yea
I’m kinda gay in all the ways :)
Titties perky, thighs thick
Love that transcended prejudice time periods
Taken from Loving: A Photographic History of Men in Love 1850s–1950s
please just stop
can y'all men stop calling us chicks ? Like i get its probably not mean to be an insult but as a french its just so weird ! What do you want us to call y'all balls☺️👌
No...please girl don't do that too...😂😭
account isnt dead, just been enjoying the discord side of fandom. anyways hi
Prompt: Heather, Teeth, Argyle and Wand
@big-bad-grimbark
The heathers bloomed that year in record numbers, and while the townsfolk of Aniseborough were pleased enough, they could not help but notice the odd occurrences around the town as the season wore on. As spring began to fade into summer, the happenings around became queerer and queerer.
First the dogs and cats ran away, and few were found. Always they seemed on edge, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. Secondly, there was a number of odd occurrences regarding the newly-in-place electricity; strange and fickle enough, this was mostly ignored, save for the blowing-outs of random lightbulbs. This (rather expensive) fault was blamed on wiring. Thirdly, a stranger moved into the house on Ashe street, and his solitary nature as well as his bookish behavior were cause of much consternation among his neighbors. The nerve, taking to paper more than people.
But the only one who seemed to link the strange happenings together was Jimmy. Little Jimmy, called Jimmy Tartan-socks by the locals (for that was what he always seemed to be wearing, leggings of tartan). Jimmy was a boy of eleven when this summer came around, and he was a regular terror; throwing stones through windows, shaving a neighbor’s cat (though how the cat came to sit still that long, no one knows), even seducing the neighbors’ children to his wicked ways.
A mischievous street-gang was all they were, him and the neighbors’ children and his three brothers. The neighbors’ children were two girls and a boy; the girls were twins of blonde hair and pale features, named Ashley and April (10), for the parents loved the alliterative names (though the girls would switch them up on occasion for a laugh). The boy, named Johnathon (11), whose dirty blonde hair was often made darker by dirt itself, was called Nat by the gang, and was often bullied by his older sisters, but that didn’t stop him from being Jimmy’s closest friend and confidant.
Of Jimmy’s siblings, there are three, but only two who take to the calling of his gang. His two little siblings, Jeffrey (9) and Josiah (7), who look much the same as miniature versions of Jimmy – red hair and freckles to spare. Of the final sibling of Jimmy there was Eve, whose red hair betrayed her relation to her siblings, born twelve months before Jimmy nearly to the day. They treat each other with such mutual enmity that were it not for the blood relation, she and he may have been close friends.
Jimmy and his gang were a terror to behold for the community at large; and some of the neighbors even began to think he responsible for the strange happenings around town. And as the sole suspect, Jimmy knew he was innocent. Mostly.
One day, he gathered his gang around the stump in his back yard to discuss what was going on. “Alright, chaps,” he’d say, in strict imitation of his father, “we’ve got strange goings on, and we need to get to bottom of it, or we’ll be blamed!”
In response, Ashley stated in a rather bored tone, “Me dad says it’s the foreigner who moved in on Ashe. He says he’s up late into the night doing mischief of all sorts across town.”
At this, Jeffrey scoffed. “Your dad’s a goop. He’ll say that about anyone who moves into town.”
At this, Ashley, April and Nat all start shouting at the others, and an argument quickly erupted. For a few minutes, Jimmy, the level-headed one of the group, waits for it to simmer down, and when it doesn’t, he cups his hands around his mouth, and shouts at the top of his lungs, “Quiet!”
And at his word, like loyal troops, his gang fell silent. Truly he was the unspoken master here.
“I didn’t say we knew what’s going on, I said we need to find out what is. So, we need to plan ahead. When are, these things happening?”
“The lights break at night, when they’re on,” said Josiah.
“The dogs and cats run away at night too,” said Nat.
“Then,” said Jimmy, triumphantly slamming his fist onto his palm, “We have to start watching at night. Within a week we can figure this all out.”
The entire gang began to erupt in protest, an unfortunate side effect of such absolute statements.
“We’ve got a curfew of eight o’clock,” said April.
“We’ve got a curfew of eight thirty,” said Josiah.
“Quiet!” shouted Jimmy, one more time, to get the point across. “We can break out our windows at night when our parents go to bed. Come now, when do your parents go to bed?”
“Nine,” said the neighbor’s children.
“Eight forty-five,” said Jeffrey and Josiah.
“Then all we have to do is clamber out our windows and be back by dawn. Easy as can be.”
At that, Jimmy noticed that the gang wasn’t really watching him anymore, but seemed more fixed on the space behind him a few feet. Turning around quickly, and flushing bright red, he saw that his sister was not five feet away from the group, arms crossed matter-of-factly.
“And just what are you brigands up to?” she said, in a sing-song voice.
“Nothing,” muttered Jimmy in response, his red face growing in color to an effervescent shade of crimson.
“Really?” said Eve, mimicking disinterest. “Because it sounded to me like you were planning some great heist of some sort. It would be a shame if word got around to… maybe mum and dad…”
Jimmy was flustered, and spattered out, “You… wouldn’t… dare?!”
“No,” said Eve, “But I want in.”
Jimmy was flabbergasted by this turn of events. “You said you wouldn’t join a year ago!”
“A lot can change in a year,” snapped Eve. “A lot has happened in a year, in fact.”
“So,” she said, stepping forward into the position around the stump that Johnny had vacated, practically pushing him out of the way as she did so, “What’s the plan for escape?”
_
The next night, they had all well prepared for their journey. Packing up a change of clothes apiece, going to bed in their day clothes, and ready for whatever grand war they had stumbled into, they snuck out of their parents’ houses. They met up a good deal away from their homes, to avoid suspicion, and began to search. Eve led Ashley and Nat, to scout the south side of town for any unusual activity, while Jimmy led April, Jeffrey and Josiah, to the north. Jimmy was fuming at the loss of his second in command, while April tried her best to cheer him up. “I’m sure we’ll find the rat first,” she said, her youthful naivete astounding even to those youths with marginally less. “Don’t you worry, Jim.”
“I told you never to call me that,” said Jimmy, sourly. He would never forgive Eve; of that he was sure.
“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss,” said April.
Jeffrey and Josiah hung back a few feet, to avoid the general range of Jimmy’s bad mood, lest he cuff them again, as he had on a few occasions prior. But they knew he wouldn’t hit April; he’d never hit a girl, at least according to himself. As to Jeffrey and Josiah, they would oft exchange knowing glances whenever Jeffrey went off on one of his tirades against his sister. The two were a lot alike, even if neither of them would admit it in any number of lifetimes.
Meanwhile, Eve was turning up dirt, which is to say, finding absolutely nothing of value while being absolutely sure her brother was doing better at this; something that did not improve her already foul enough mood. She yawned, and at the yawn Ashley drew a bottle full of dark liquid from her satchel. “Coffee?”
Eve started, and stared at Ashley. “You’re ten.”
Ashley shrugged, uncorking the bottle and downing a bit, grimacing. “Me dad drinks this stuff all the time. Says it keeps him awake for his job.” (her father worked on an assembly line in a nearby town, building cars)
Nat was busy trying to figure out a way to impress Eve, when Eve called him over and handed him a pair of cheap opera lenses, which she had had the foresight to steal -no, borrow- from her mother. “Quit being a goldbrick and watch the rooftops. Maybe it’s some kind of strange animal.”
Ashley bobbed along behind Eve, and said in as stern a tone as she could, “What would you like me to do, cap’n?”
Eve smiled at the younger girl, and said, “I suppose you and I can make conversation while we search. I should rather enjoy the company.”
Ashley blushed at the compliment.
_
A few hours later, they had found next to nothing, and it was nearing midnight, and Jimmy was about to give up hope when he saw Him walking along the streets. Gesturing in silence for his compatriots to hide with him in the alley between two abandoned buildings, he watched the stranger. The stranger moved in almost complete silence, using a walking stick to help himself along. He would have been unremarkable, were it not for the strange time in a quiet town, or for the fact that, as he passed a street lamp, he lifted his cane up, and they watched as a tiny bolt of lightning went from the bulb to the cane, the bulb went out. It was if he was sucking electricity out through his cane.
Jimmy gestured for his allies to follow him, keeping fifty or so feet behind the stranger, as they made their way through town. At every third or fourth bulb, the stranger would perform the strange ritual again, lifting the cane and draining the electricity. It was almost unnerving to be so near the stranger in the dark. He barely noticed April gripping his arm. “We should go back,” she whispered with urgency, “He could be dangerous.”
“Nonsense,” said Jimmy, “He’s probably just some mad old rambler who’s wandering around with some odd magnetic contraption, messing with the lights. No danger to him, he’s making mischief, just like we used to do.”
They followed for near an hour, until they found themselves in the south side of town again, and soon they saw their fellow conspirators anew, who had noticed the same stranger. Eve crouched alongside Jimmy, “Do you think he’s spotted us?”
“I don’t think he has; otherwise he would’ve stopped by now, right?”
They watched as the man put out one last bulb, and made his way down Ashe street, to the old house on the end of the dead end. “Isn’t that that house that belongs to the foreigner?” said Ashley
Eve scoffed, “The man’s no foreigner, he’s just from Europe.”
“That’s foreign to us, though!” said April.
“Nah, foreign is like someone from the east or something. At least, that’s how dad tells it,” said Nat.
“It’s just as well,” said Jimmy, “Since no one has seen him since he moved here anyway. He could be anyone from anywhere for all we know.”
They followed the man to the house, and watched him go into a cellar door.
“Should we follow?” spoke Nat, in worried tone.
“Yeah!” enthused Jimmy, “After all, it’s what we did this for anyway. We need to get that cane as proof, or no one will believe us.”
“No!” said Eve, paling at the idea, “Jimmy, this isn’t a good idea. What if you get caught? What if you get hurt?”
“Ah, that’s not gonna happen,” Jimmy scoffed. He got up and began to run towards the house at a half-crouch. Nat shrugged and followed, never one to be left behind. April and Ashley began to follow, but Eve stopped them. “You two go home, and make sure that Jeffrey and Josiah get home safe as well.”
“But Eve,” whined Ashley.
“No buts,” said Eve, in a tone that made it starkly clear whose sibling she was. “This could be dangerous. I may not have been able to stop Jimmy or Nat, but you four,” at this she gestured at the group before her, “are all my responsibility. Go back to your house and make sure the way is clear for the rest of us to come home, would you?”
Ashley bit her tongue, and grabbed April by the arm. Silently, the four made their way back. Eve began to go after Jimmy and Nat.
_
Jimmy and Nat made it to the cellar door, to find it unlocked, but partially stuck. It took them a moment to jimmy it so that it would open for them, and within that moment, Eve arrived. “Just what are you two thinking,” she hissed.
Jimmy looked up at her, a fire in his eyes. “No one said that you had to come.”
At this latest angst Eve rolled her eyes. “Of course I had to come you arrogant, little – “
Nat slapped his palm against his forehead and spoke. “What she means to say, Jimmy, is that she cares about you, no matter how much you two fools argue, you’re blood. And that means something.”
Nat began into the cellar, and then turned back. “Are you two numbskulls coming or not?”
Looking at each other, and in silence agreeing, Jimmy and Eve made their ways down the stairs.
_
The cellar was a strange thing; built into a natural sandstone quarry and partially filled with dirt. Strange and exotic plants were growing on tables here, and there seemed to be some kind of natural steam filing up from the dirt beneath them. The place smelled strongly of manure.
Covering their noses, the three made their way through the room and across to the stairway up from the cellar. In the next room, they found a strange assortment of goods. Metal casings, as if for ventilation, a welding torch, screws and screwdrivers, contraptions made of wood and metal, and then they saw it, across the way – on the table was the cane, made of some strange, silvery material.
Moving for it, the three barely paused until they heard the voice.
“Stop right there.”
It sounded tinny, like someone speaking through a fan or like someone a far way off. The three turned, and saw the figure standing across the room on the other side, with its arms crossed in front of it.
“I had figured I would be found out,” said the voice, which seemed to emanate from the chest of the stranger, “but I did not think I would be found out by a gang of children. My congratulations on that, I would suppose.”
The three looked at each other, worried by this.
“Do not be afraid. I mean you – and everyone in this town – no harm.”
He made his way to block the cellar exit, keeping his hands upturned.
“This would be easier to show than to explain,” he began, as he lowered his hood and began unwrapping the cheesecloth veil that covered its head.
As he lowered it, there was a shine of coppery metal and of glass. There were some knobs, some dials, and some other strange parts as he stripped, revealing his full, androgynous, metallic form.
“I was created nearly two decades ago, when a group of scientists tried to create an artificial intelligence, a brain from machine. No one could know of their experiments, and none could know just how successful they would be in creating me.”
At this, he gestured to himself. “But fear got the better of the men, and they sought to destroy me, to destroy progress. So, I took matters into my own hands.”
His head lowered, and his voice crackled as he spoke again. “But I will not harm children. I will ask you honestly, with the hopes you listen, not to reveal what you have seen tonight. You may return whenever you may wish, but if any others know about this, save you, I am in grave danger.”
He looked up, his face a bronze façade with green, glowing eyes. “Please, spare me so I may continue. To exist.”
Eve was the first to speak. “Why the lights?”
“I need electricity to survive. It is my lifeblood, and I cannot produce enough here alone by burning methane cells I create in the basement. So, I improvise. That cane is of aluminum, and can be used, in conjunction with my own abilities, to drain electricity. Unfortunately, your lightbulbs can only take so much. One day I may improve on the design, but I must live until then.”
“The animals?” intoned Jimmy.
“They fear me, for some reason. Perhaps I am anathema to their nature. I know it little better than you do.”
“So what do we do now?” whispered Nat into Jimmy and Eve’s ears.
“You leave. For now, and until it is safe to return,” spoke the stranger. “I ask that you keep this secret for me, and through that I will continue to survive.”
At this, the three took their leave of the place and returned to their houses, where they explained the evening to their siblings, and spoke of it no more.
_
To this day, rumors of metal men wandering the streets of Aniseborough are fairly common; and who knows, perhaps he wandered off. Perhaps if you see a stranger walking your streets at night, dressed in a hood and coat, keeping close to electrical poles and towers, perhaps you will be able to see the tiny bolts of lightning as he drains power from the world to save himself.
Perhaps the metal man of Aniseborough still walks to this day.
It's 3 in the morning and I finally finished this thing, I was hoping to finish it faster, but this week I've been with some friends so I haven't drawn as much as before xb
I did this to have a better idea on how to shade and where when the light is hitting the front, in profile. I get an idea of where the more general shadows are, but it was also to know how many tones to use and how, which is the most complicated part.
Heaven ft Betty Who
https://youtube.com/shorts/3kgQESAB9j4?si=7rl9ME7NpPRTNNMB
Father's are the True GOATs
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no i like my men pathetic and desperate for salvation with a wet paper bag of a physique. gimme lots of smoochies and nerd facts about lizards yayy<3
Life is actually simple.
Men are attracted to feminine women. Women are attracted to masculine men.
It’s really that simple.
absolutely love it when a man has a shadow. that's my opaque king
it makes me laugh when ppl say that trans men who “pass” will never have problems bc there’s a cis guy on tik tok who gets endlessly harassed by transphobes bc he had surgery for gynecomastia so ppl are convinced he’s a trans man.
Here's to Quannah Chasing horse, who yet again has won this year's Met Gala theme. And to everyone who wore pink, showed off curves, and embraced styles antithetical to the racist fatphobic myoginist the event was themed to honor this year. Memes by ennan.
remember kids the answer to the question "why do trans people always target WOMEN & WOMENS things?" is "because its what cis people care about"
if you want to demonize a group, make them Scary (oft masculinized) Predators who are Coming For Innocent Women (objects to be protected). the "trans issue" crops up where cis people MAKE it an issue.
"men's healthcare" is an exclusionary term for healthcare needed by a lot of people. "father" should not be our only term for people who can impregnate others. but its so much easier to rally the troops to protect the weak, innocent, defenseless property, so thats where the money is.
oh also: this applies to stuff like "why are there no BI GAYS?" which is based in the same logic. there ARE and have always been bisexual gay men, and there continue to be. the only reason you have only heard about bi lesbians is because gay men's spaces just are not as defensive about Invaders To The Identity, even if that prejudice still exists on some level sometimes. this is such an annoying thing to hear because its said like some intelligent statement and its just biased information