Look, I’m Just A Queer Mess Trying To Live.

Did I say anywhere, at all, anything about a body type??? No. I said men. And if that doesn’t include fat men and trans men that’s solely on you.

If you take a quick peek, there are terfs in the reblogs. There are terfs. In the reblogs.

Needle Felted Birds

i love how whenever this debate happens no one bothers to examine why these two specific characters are the ones who are demonized for extremism by the narrative and given unnecessarily violent motives yet the same extremism and direct action often perpetuated by the main characters continues to go unquestioned and even praised

i love how the argument basically boils down to ‘they were traumatized and victims of war, sure, but they tried to hurt/kill people so this negates that, actually. even though jet didn’t actually kill anyone and neither did hama’

or worse, ‘they were traumatized and victims of war, sure, but they’re fundamentally unlikeable actually, because they have gross/creepy personalities that totally aren’t exaggerated to an uncomfortable degree, especially in fanworks. did i mention that these are the only two characters that i feel this way about, despite textual evidence to suggest otherwise’

These anime were cute and each episode under 10 minutes (some under 5 minutes):

Shounen Ashibe GO! GO! Goma-chan!! - The rebooted adventures of a young boy and his pet seal.

Bananya - Cute cats living in banana peels

Welcome, Chitose! - Baby penguin living in Kyoto

Kapibara-san - The adventures of a group of capibara and friends

These are series with episodes that are a normal duration: 

How to Keep a Mummy - A kid’s archaeologist dad sends him a palm-sized sentient mummy. Soon his friends also have small otherworldly companions too

Science Fell in Love So I Tried to Prove It - Two university nerds fall for each other and have no other way to cope but to turn it into their thesis project

Asteroid in Love - Two kids promise to discover an asteroid together and begin to embark on that promise when they meet again in high school

Non-Non Biyori - The adventures of a group of elementary and middle school girls growing up in the Japanese countryside so remote that they all have class together in the same classroom. 

Laid-Back Camp - The outdoor activity club and a mutual friend go on camping adventures

kiss #46: a lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

"Toothbrush?"

"Check."

"Toothpaste?"

"Check."

"Floss?"

"I am not bringing floss. It's two and a half weeks. You're insane."

"Okay, we'll circle back to that one. Meds?"

"Um - hold on - check, yeah."

"Good. Condoms?"

"Why would I need - you're not even coming with me!"

"You never know -"

"I think this is one of those things I do know, actually."

"Better take a picture, it'll be a while before we see another one of those." Katara stands in the doorway, grinning, and when Sokka and Zuko shoot her twin glares, she only grins wider.

She stalks over to the bed and sticks her hand out to Sokka. "Let me see that."

Sokka grumbles something about invasion of privacy and only child, but he hands the list over.

"You really wrote everything down," Katara remarks.

"It's so he can take it with him," Sokka says. "So he doesn't miss anything on the way back."

"Oh," Katara says. "That makes sense, I guess."

"It's sweet," Zuko corrects her, and yeah, okay, he's right, but she's not going to say that to Sokka's face. "Are we done here?"

"I kinda had more planned, but I don't think it's anything you'll want to do with my sister in the room," Sokka says.

"Gross," Katara says, because it must be said.

Sokka stands up from his spot on the bed, crosses the room to grab one of Zuko's bags. Zuko takes the other, and they troop out towards the front of their little house to the car, Katara still reading through Sokka's list as she follows them, keys in hand.

Then the car is loaded up, and Sokka's glancing at his watch, but Katara's still staring at the list.

"This last one's not checked off," she says, and Zuko comes to look over her shoulder. "What does that even say? Is that an S or a 5?"

"It's an S," Zuko says, and his voice is unbearably fond, which means it's something to do with Sokka, and that means Katara should probably get in the car before she has to see -

Too late. Zuko is gone from her side, and she finds him again the second she looks up, arms thrown around Sokka's neck and smiling into the most nauseating depiction of true love's kiss Katara thinks she's ever seen.

She loves them, she really does, and nothing in the world makes her happier than knowing that Sokka has found the great love of his life in his own best friend, but no one should have to see their brother be kissed with tongue as often as she has.

"This is why I hate coming here," Katara says.

Sokka spares a second to flip her off, and then his hand is right back where it was, bunched in the fabric of Zuko's jacket. Zuko hums, whispers something Katara knows she doesn't want to hear, and then he's changing the angle of his head and Sokka's hands are winding their way up to his hair, and -

Yeah. Katara gets in the car.

sokka carries bumi on one of those baby backpack things whenever he has to babysit and random people on the street will walk up to him like “ohhh is that your baby? ☺️” and he’ll go “nope. but this one is!” and turns around to reveal baby druk in ANOTHER backpack