Tumgik
#and here I am doing this haha
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I also see some here <3
3 notes · View notes
bixels · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
Just gonna have to wait and see, right? Just wait and see! Just gotta wait and see! Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see! It's anybody's guess, we'll just have to wait and see! The future is exciting, we just gotta wait and see!
3K notes · View notes
usereddie · 2 months
Text
new people seeing all the recent 911 buzz ever since bi buck and the abc move: huh. maybe i’ll give it a try! looks fun!
911 hiding incredibly well done, heartbreaking storylines about alcoholism and addiction and grief and suicidal ideations and depression and abandonment issues and domestic abuse and violence and trauma and toxic relationships and post partum depression and emotional neglect and parentification and complicated family relationships and more trauma behind their back: yes super fun! they even call us the weewoo show :) isn’t that so cute? what could possibly go wrong!
2K notes · View notes
eightyuh · 2 months
Note
How does bath time work?
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
⟡ Story behind this special ask here ⟡ Read @wicksend here
356 notes · View notes
ilynpilled · 2 months
Text
“jaime did it mostly for self preservation” “he did it bc he was ordered to kill his father” are not only blatantly incorrect and borderline illiterate reads of what is in the text but idk why people find it unfathomable that someone like jaime would want to prevent thousands of people from violently burning alive. like it is not actually a difficult moral equation which is why it is at the center of jaime’s arc and his relationship to his society because he realizes that the ethical constructs of westeros seem to be in opposition to this very obvious moral choice as seen by how the situation could even escalate to the point that it does through the enablement of the tyrant by the respected institution of the kingsguard and the uncritical upholding of the honor system over an actual coherent moral code. same with the scorn he receives for killing what everybody acknowledges as an objectively horrid tyrant who harmed innocents and violated law that knights are also sworn to protect and uphold and actually contradict by not acting against.
283 notes · View notes
sparring-spirals · 8 months
Text
ah, siblings
Tumblr media
542 notes · View notes
turtleblogatlast · 1 month
Text
I am once again reiterating that Leo could and should be a figure skater because what are ice skates if not twin blades? What is dual blade swordsmanship if not a dance-like performance? Using the skates as blades themselves could let Leo make portals be his ice rink no? I rest my case. ⛸️
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rottmnt headcanons#rise leo#would also like to add that he loves glam rock and unicorns! and what’s something glam rock unicorns and figure skating share#that’s right ✨glitter baby✨#(his glam rock look unironically fits right in with figure skater attire ngl)#I also mentioned his incredible ability to hold a pose before which helps him here#plus his fighting style in general can easilyyy incorporate figure skating elements#I am this 👌 close to animating a quick gif to show what I mean by those ice skate portals#and I do specify figure skating over hockey because 1) hockey is CASEY’S thing 😤 and 2) hockey just. doesn’t fit Leo? not enough ✨pizzazz✨#episode where the A-plot is Casey Sr showing her love for hockey and ending up playing a life or death game against yokai#she brings Raph in for help (since I like Casey & Raph friendship) and he gets the rest of the fam to help fill out the team#Casey Jr is especially excited but he’s never actually played hockey before#Leo tries to join and immediately accidentally makes a portal with his skates when he tries twirling to show off#the gang wins the match and the ep ends with Leo finally making it back completely beat up from accidental portals#the gang: wow we won! haha let’s go get hot chocolate it’s cold in here#leo: *desperately twirling over an active volcano* THIS IS THE OPPOSITE PLACE TO BE RIGHT NOW#actually to extrapolate on this more I really adore the idea of the boys’ abilities needing to be retrained as they grow#because their powers have the opportunity to grow#Mikey just randomly floating off and needing to be tethered down until he gets the hang of it lol#and stuff like that
283 notes · View notes
featherymainffins · 3 months
Text
I hate to say it but I might have to admit that Redditors can be pretty based sometimes
Tumblr media
347 notes · View notes
chiricat · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
happy cat day🎉
1K notes · View notes
yuesya · 2 months
Text
Gunther runs.
Behind him, there is a bestial roar, followed by a shrill human scream –one that cuts off into horrifying silence all to abruptly with a wet snap, the sound of tearing flesh and snapping bones. Something splatters heavily against his back. Damp, and warm.
Gunther continues running, forcing his legs to move faster, and faster.
It’s all he can do.
Terrifying monsters and ferocious beasts dominate these lands, and humans cower beneath them all. There are many who turn to the gods that walk among them instead, seeking protection, and yet–
And yet–
In old legends passed down by storytellers, this land had been ruled by humans, once. It had been an age of peace, and prosperity. But such times are long past, if they had ever truly existed at all. The current reality that they live in is a land where monsters prowl and beasts run wild, and of the few gods who remain…
Relying on the gods? Who could Gunther and his people rely on? The most powerful among the divine host are the beast-gods, and beasts do not care for humanity. Of the ones who are benevolent to humanity… 
The God of Fruit’s power is slowly diminishing, the bounty of her territory gradually declining with every passing season. And the most powerful among them, the God of Rain, had been slain in battle by the Wolf-king. So far, both the God of Fallen Leaves and the God of Mist that Gunther and his kin have approached following that catastrophe declined to accept them. To add more humans under their protection at such a juncture would be a strain, a burden. 
In order to at least ensure the safety of our own.
And so Gunther’s people march on, searching for a place where they can receive protection. Where they can call home.
Hopelessness. Desperation. Despair.
… But giving up is not an option. To give up is to die.
It’s for this very reason that Gunther continues running, running, running, determinedly tugging along his kinsmen beside him. He grabs wildly at the children who falter and stumble, all through the mind-numbing panic of his pulse thundering in his ears–
“DON’T STOP!” he bellows, through the cracked lines of his lips and his dry, burning throat. Through the exhaustion that batters away at his body, the invisible stones weighing down his limbs. “DON’T–”
The ground beneath his feet shakes, and Gunther trips, falls. Hot air scalds his body from behind, the bloody breath of the monstrous hound hunting him and his kinsmen for sport, and the dark shadow of its titanic bulk descends upon him–
–then, freezes.
Only for a moment, the monster inexplicably freezes in its tracks, ceasing its movements entirely.
Gunther is not about to take such an opportunity for granted; he instantly clambers to his feet to continue running. This causes the monster to growl as its prey escapes. Gunther chances a brief glance backwards, only to see the muscles on its body clench as it prepares to continue its chase–
But suddenly, its body slackens, and falls. 
The colossal mountain of a beast just –falls. Plummets to the ground in an ungainly, graceless heap, toppling down. The force of its fall is enough to send another earthquake through their surroundings, and Gunther slips in the mud once more. Something in his chest spikes from the sudden panic, at the knowledge that the beast is right there–
But the beast has fallen.
It falls, and… does not move again.
… 
Gunther stares, wide-eyed. 
It is in this moment, when his mind is still struggling to comprehend that this nightmarish monster is dead, that he finally realizes that there’s… something off about their surroundings. He hadn’t really been paying attention to it, during the mad rush to escape, but now that the imminent danger is gone… Gunther realizes that it’s far too quiet. The silence in their new, unknown surroundings is… unnerving. Unnatural.
Which doesn’t mean anything good.
Gunther sweeps his gaze out and rapidly scans the surrounding landscape. Left, and right. There’s nothing but muddy earth and light shrubbery. Desolate, and empty, save for his fellow kin around him who’ve also gradually slowed their footsteps at the beast’s sudden, inexplicable demise.
But… there’s nothing to explain it. Nothing to explain why the bloodthirsty monster pursuing them suddenly just –just dropped dead out of nowhere. There’s absolutely nothing to explain–
–no.
No, there is.
With a sudden start, Gunther realizes that he and his people aren’t alone here.
For above them, there is a young girl sitting in the barren branches of an old oak tree. 
A small slip of a girl, a little child who looks entirely out of place with her surroundings, pale-skinned and white-haired and dressed in nothing more than a single formless swathe of pristine white cloth wrapped around her body.
Most damningly of all, though, are those disinterested eyes that look down upon Gunther and his kin. A deep, abyssal blue. Blue, but not wholly blue, for there is an iridescent sheen that flickers within those dispassionate, inhuman eyes.
She’s not human. A god?
A sudden shiver runs down Gunther’s spine as he finally recognizes what he’s seeing. There’s no doubt about it.
Yet, at the same time…
“You are the one who saved us, aren’t you?” Somehow, Gunther manages to find his voice. Then, he swiftly bows his head, “Thank you.”
There is a long silence, in which the not-girl does not respond.
“… The dog was annoying.” Eerie blue eyes finally turn away from him, after that non-answer.
The appearance that she possessed, the aura that she exuded, the strength that she so very clearly wielded… there was no doubt about it. Despite wearing the form of a small, young child, there was no doubt that the entity sitting in the tree atop Gunther was a god.
A god who was… alone.
Was it because she was young, that she had no worshipers?
… But even if that was the case, she was still a god. A young god who was strong enough to kill the monster that had nearly wiped out Gunther’s clan without even moving from where she sat.
Gunther makes his decision.
“Please.” He knows full well that could be killed on the spot, for the impertinence to brazenly ask anything of a god. To ask for more, even after the god had already saved them, when they had no obligation to do so.
But Gunther also knows that his kinsmen can’t continue on like this –wandering aimlessly across the lands, constantly having their lives uprooted as they flee from monsters too powerful for mortals to face, always on the run.
“Would you… be willing to give us your protection?” he asks.
“Why?”
Does she not know? No… no, that couldn’t possibly be the case. Then… is this a test?
“Monsters such as the one you just killed number many upon these lands, and we lack the strength to defend ourselves” Gunther bows his head as he replies, forcing himself to steady his voice as best as he can, and slowly sinks to his knees. “My clan has no home, and we grow weary of endless wandering. We do not wish to die like this, as we inevitably will if we continue on as we are. Please, allow us to remain upon your lands. We would serve as your loyal worshipers, o mighty god.”
… There is no response. In this interval of silence, the wind sighs softly. A quiet breeze sweeps gently over them all, and even reaches up to lightly tousle the snow-white strands of the unknown god’s hair.
Gunther remains kneeling, staring fixedly at the ground in front of him while his fingers curl and dig into the dark, cold earth.
He doesn’t know how long he remains in this position. A single instant, perhaps, or maybe even an eternity.
“… Decarabian,” the god-child’s voice finally sounds in the air, and Gunther’s head snaps up –just in time to catch the sight of the divine entity uncurling her legs. She stands up gracefully, a movement that briefly reveals a pale expanse of flawless skin upon her limbs.
And it is with those unblemished legs that she descends from her high perch, barefooted. Dark blots immediately soil that fair, milky skin as her feet sink deep into the dirt and mud beside Gunther and his fellow kin.
“You may address me as ‘Decarabian,’” she says. “And… I don’t need worshipers. But you can stay.”
115 notes · View notes
boobgoogler · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
this drawing took shrimply everything from my soul and turned it into soup to bare at the turn of the century Haii kay bye
106 notes · View notes
thelastsirenssong · 5 months
Text
I'm thinking of Bakugou's hands. Calloused palms and slender fingers, digging into your shoulder blades as you groan, the act unexpected as he asks you a question with two hands, and two words: "Long day?"
The chair you were sitting forward in is wooden, and his thumb pads are diligent as they are gentle seeking out the knots in your muscle.
The night has dragged on seemingly longer than the day, but you find ridicule in his question- as though you had any right to answer what was posed when one of the hardest working people you know is standing at your bowing spine.
"Not really. Just tired, I guess." You push against his hands, and you turn, to face his offended glare. "What?"
"I was working." You laugh, and his scowl deepens as he grabs you by the shoulders. "Turn back around, I ain't finished." You shake your head, facing the back of the wooden chair- examining the grooves, the lines of what once had been rings of age.
"How about I do yours? You sit?" And Katsuki, for how much he has learned, has not learned patience for the self sacrifice of others. His lip curls up, in a familiar disgust- something you don't see in your peripheral- before he bows his own spine to face you, red eyes mere inches from your own.
"Turn the fuck around." His expression is half as cruel as his words are, maybe even half of that still, but you are determined to not meet his gaze, eyes still on the chair.
"I don't wanna." When his hands cup your face you don't expect it. To be pulled from facing a wooden chair by the soft tips of his fingers is all you need to look him in the eye as he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs.
"'S too bad I ain't askin'. Come on. Turn around." And so you do, with a slow spin, settling back into the chair rigidly with your face aflame as you feel his fingers find their way back around your shoulders, and he squeezes, forcing you to cave into him again.
"Swear to god everyone around here's always gotta act so fuckin' tough." He pushes harder, his fingets finding another particularly vicious knot, and you groan, but he makes no sound behind you. No snort of gleeful scorn, no scoff of impatience.
"I'm not. I'm not acting tough."
"Then you're lyin'." You laugh softly, and if he smiles behind you, you can't see it.
"Fair point." He grunts, and you hiss at his hands as they move lower, pushing closer to the center of your back.
"I'll let it go if you promise you won't try that shit again."
"Promise?" Your voice is strained with disbelief at being held to an impossible standard, and Katsuki rolls his eyes behind you, something else he knows you can't see.
"Fuck, I can't even get that? Fine. Give it your best shot then, at least. Fuckin' useless." Silence, for all that it is worth, fills the air between you for a moment as his hands find the pain in your back, and pull it apart. You open your mouth, and he hears the relief in your voice as he works another knot away.
"I can promise that." "Good." He wonders if you can hear the relief in his.
155 notes · View notes
jojo-schmo · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Did anyone else get roped back into liking fnaf after the movie like that SpongeBob episode where Sandy lassos Patrick back to her and he explodes
189 notes · View notes
Text
Hey, I just watched Dead Poets Society for the first time ever! Now, if you guys don't mind, I'm gonna go sit in the corner of my room and scream!
81 notes · View notes
front-facing-pokemon · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
#something is very obviously different about these two compared to my normal images on this blog. i acknowledge this#also the sv model is Really good. and since they always stare straight at the camera anyway… and no one pays attention to the background…#and the only high-quality phantump model i could find was so horribly shiny that its eyes were just white voids#in my defense‚ phantump always just stare straight at you in game#the lighting is different‚ yeah. that's probably the dead giveaway. beyond the background. but like. i'm the only being on the planet who#really likes phantump anyway. i feel like it's a generally forgettable pokémon to most folks#phantump#HELLO this one is a weird one. i have some explaining to do. so when i did this one i didn't know how to edit models really at all#and when i got the models for these‚ the xy models were super shiny. shiny to the point that it made their eyes fuckin invisible#and i decided that since you could barely tell it was phantump‚ i needed a different way to get these images#i remembered that in the SV dlc‚ every time you find a wild phantump‚ it just fucking. stares. at you. and i was like. aha#i kinda remembered because of the test stream that i did. tumblr user alligayytorr (am i getting the right amount of Ys) said#“haha i am getting a sneak peek” when i zoomed the camera in on a phantump. and i remembered that. and i was like. i can utilize this#and ended up using just an in-game screenshot of SV in replacement of the regular content. later on‚ after that#once we got into gen 7 and it became less and less reliable to find models‚ i had to learn how to edit them manually to remove the shine#i am a software dev. not a 3d modeler. this ended up coming down to editing the code of the models directly (which i ended up writing a#script to automate). now‚ today‚ january 22nd (the day of me writing these tags and updating this post)‚ i remembered this post was in the#queue and was not normal. so i went back‚ ran the script on the phantump and trevenant models‚ and unshinified them#then edited these two posts to be normal. i have left the original pictures i took under the cut for reference and as bonuses#because i really enjoy phantump. so that's why those images are there‚ and that's why these tags are here#just for posterity's sake‚ the folks who come here mostly for my commentary‚ i've left the ORIGINAL tags of the post when i initially#made it with the SV pictures up at the top (i wanted to rearrange them‚ but tumblr makes that Very difficult‚ so i left them as-is)#so if these tags are confusing to read i Apologize. but i hope now that you're at the bottom you understand what happened#i'm gonna go edit the trevenant post now
114 notes · View notes
vii-doodles · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Let me present to you the coolest art collab I've ever had the chance to be a part of! 🫶
This was suggested by Micah and the result is just *chefs kiss*. I adore every single artist here and I need you all to go to their blogs and look at their gorgeous art!
From left to right :
@vii-doodles(me :D) @ajitanparmesan @jaarijani @doodledue @mitamicah
||Bojan on his own under the cut ||
Tumblr media
84 notes · View notes