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gettinglitculttm · 2 months
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silly cat and silly month of love pt 2
Deer is one of my followers in game.
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falloutfurret · 1 year
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noelwho · 8 months
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People who are mad about the "This is not a love story" on the cover of Solitaire did not pay enough attention to the bit where Tori talks about Pride and Prejudice and about marriage not being the central concern of the book, but instead she believes the central concern are Darcy's and Elizabeth's characters: "They spend the whole thing trying to merge who they really are and who they're seen as"
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kaosanddestruction · 6 months
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how do you tumblr do you just do silly posts huh anyways, have a piece of art i drew back in july eyestrain warning
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localkatze · 2 months
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I'm very tired
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blue-tailed-artist · 5 months
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septicsnail · 11 months
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Soooooooo..... Hi.... I'm new to Tumblr and I have fallen down the rabbit hole that is Rottmnt. Now don't judge me but while I was exploring I ended up reading a bunch of Reader x Donatello (Only fluff, nervous laugh) 👉👈 So I decided to sketch some scenes using poses I found on Pinterest (I would provide credit to the original creator of the pose but I wasn't able to find them :< ). I feel like the cringiest person ever to be posting this as I'm really self conscious about my art, especially when it involves things I'm passionate about that other people might find weird (you know the fact that I read fan-fiction), but I figured if it all goes wrong or I become too overwhelmed and anxious about it I can always delete the post. Anywizzle if you like the art or have any tips on how to draw the turtles please let me know! (Gonna be honest I struggled immensely with his feet, I just couldn't find a good reference photo)
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I don't understand anything about how Tumblr works
So I had to swap blogs around whoops
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funkoso · 9 months
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To finally post something and hopefully more in the future 🙏
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fizzydrinkuno · 5 months
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tcvazq · 6 months
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should i start writing fics for the sturniolos?? (i’ve been so inspired by @dwntwn-strnlo @forevergirlposts @freshlovehacker @strniohoeee and @stursweet i literally love their fics)
if you want me to start writing, i’m gonna see how i can turn my requests on so you can request whatever you want!!
im new to tumblr so please bear with me 😔😔
im also gonna play with these buttons to figure out how to do each thing
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blindingbooga · 6 months
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!: BLASTING WAVES!!
The metropolis of New Saints was bustling! Housing was surprisingly affordable, everything in that city was well kept, they had all the popular shops, it had everything you would want in a metropolis, right? The people were generally nice, people of many backgrounds made the city a vibrant melting pot of cultures. That's what it was for many decades. 
Tower 3, Protostar.....................................Systems Online
Tower 6, Nebula........................................Systems Online
Tower 9, Supergiant....................................Systems Online
Preparing for SUPERNOVA.ow
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Many people went missing that day.
Following the Supernova, casualties rose to unprecedented heights. 
By the time it was all over approximately ten percent of the population remained.
“That was the mystery of New Saints Metropolis. Next up on NCH the woman who created the first working hologram-”
The television turned off with a click. Two women were sitting on the couch that finished watching the documentary on New Saints Metropolis. One on the left side of the couch had an uncanny set of eyes and was eerily tall. The other had eyes like the sea, currently clutching to the tall ones arm for comfort.
“Creepy… they all just disappeared like that? Anyways, what do you want to eat?”
“. . .”
“Maya?”. She went and cupped the taller one’s face. Her uncanny eyes were always hard to look into. But for as long as they’ve known each other, she's gotten used to it.
“Maya, what's wrong? You usually spring up into excitement when I ask you that. Do you want something homemade today?”. She asked with a soft voice.
“. . .”
An excruciatingly long forty-five seconds passed in silence.
“. . . I want something hawaiian. . .Ona” Maya murmured.
“DON'T WORRY! I’ll make you something you’ll love in a flash!”. Ona gave Maya a peck on her cheek and went to make Maya’s favorite poke bowl.
Maya watched Ona excitedly skip towards the kitchen, leaving her alone on the couch. Those uncanny eyes moving to the black screen in front of her. 
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The new life here was doing wonders for a family of two. 
A man and his daughter.
That day was going to be a good one. 
“Maayaaa!”.
“C’mon, dont you want some waffles and pancakes on the the roof?”
“. . . Dad. . . and daughter. .day?”
“Yes! Yes! C’mon little one, get up! We’re gonna have fun today!”
“I promise it!”
They ate waffles on the roof, went to the park, looked at the nine skyscrapers, a father and daughter day. It was perfect, a perfect saturday. 
So perfect.
Everything was perfect.
Everything was white.
Everything hurt.
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“MAYA! POKE IS REEEAAAADDDYYY!”
“. . .”
“Maya?”
“. . .”
Ona hastily walked back the the couch, Maya was just sitting there, looking into the black screen. She gently nudged her shoulder, unresponsive. She gazed over Maya’s face, that smile she always had was gone, replaced by a blank expression. Ona frowned at the sight, leaving to get the meal she had just prepared. Two bowls of poke were put down on the coffee table next to the remote. Ona glanced at the remote and decided to turn the television back on. 
“NCH presents ‘The Addiction’ with Sandra Melvin, Daniel Cooper, and-”
Next channel.
“3! 2! 1! The Toons and Loons marathon starts NOW!”
“Maya! Look! They are having a throwback marathon!” Ona enthusiastically said. 
“We have Poke too! I finished making it.”
Maya slowly turned her head to look at Ona.
“. . .Sorry, Ona”
“It’s fine, but are you okay?”. Ona asked as she cupped Maya’s face with both hands.
“You know *chu* you can tell me *chu* anything *chu* if somethings wrong *CHU*” by the time Ona was done, Maya’s face had been covered in kisses, her smile came back quickly. 
“Theres my Maya!!”.
“Here is my WORLD FAMOUS POKE! I worked extra hard to make it really good to make it the way you like it!!“
Maya looked at the plates, Ona followed her gaze and. . .oh. She forgot the utensils.
“EEP! I FORGOT THE CHOPSTICKS!! Maya, hold on ill go get-”
She was stopped by Maya putting a hand up and her finally getting off the couch.
“You know I can get them-”
“No.” 
“Okay! Okay!” 
Maya shot Ona a genuine smile as she went to their kitchen. Who knew it would look just as spotless as when they got this kitchen renovated. Still is a perfect white, everywhere. She went to the drawer where the utensils were stored and slid it open. Reaching for the spoons, Maya remembered that Ona hated eating Poke with anything other than chopsticks. Well, their chopsticks were in the “special stuff drawer” as Ona called it. She walked over to the other drawer and got both sets of chopsticks. 
The chopsticks were bright in color, Maya’s being Orange with yellow diagonal stripes. Ona’s were blue with white waves, just like her eyes-
“Maya.”
Maya froze up, she quickly turned to see Ona with her arms crossed, with an eyebrow perked up. 
“You were in here for five minutes.”
“The. . .chopsticks looked nice. . .”
“Ookaayy, well, the Toons and Loons marathon are still on! Your favorite cartoon is on too!” 
“. .Lost In Fluffy Paradise. . ?”
“Yep! Now C’MON!”
Ona grabbed the chopsticks and Maya’s and brought her back to the living room where they both plopped down onto the couch. Grabbing their poke and chopsticks, they dug in while watching cartoons until they both fell asleep.
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“We’re LOONEY AND TOONY! We do the things you want to see! We are the Heroic Cartoons-”
“Which character is your favorite Maya?”
The little girl waited until a special duo came on the screen, a bunny and duck, dancing together happily. She pointed at those two and looked to her Father. 
“Those are your favorites? I like them too.”
Maya suddenly jumped off his lap and ran to her room, her father walking behind her. She opened a backpack next to her bed, in it were her drawings of her favorite characters. 
“Oh! You made these? They look great!”
She nodded. She then showed him drawings of the park they frequently went to, the alien from the movie they went to see, and finally her and her dad with a rainbow over them. Her dad decided to put those drawings on the wall, happily looking at his daughter’s work. Maya was right next to him looking as proud as he was. She attempted to do her father’s signature bear hug, but it only surrounded his lower leg. He then picked her up and gave her a hug. 
“You want to go get something to eat kiddo?”
She nodded her head.
“How does poke sound?”
“YA!” 
Her father let out a deep laugh, food was going to be good today!
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skull-brained · 4 months
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Alright, to start off this blog on the right foot here is my Fursona Ref! This is Baja Blast! A wolverine x saber tooth creature who you can find duking it out with the local raccoons behind a Denny's at 3AM of a scrap of left overs. Baja here is essentially a extension of myself my main sense of self so you'll see them around haha!! Hopefully this ref covers a little bit of everything! Personality, clothes, design, ect... I even have a page with irl fur matches!
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astoriadeco · 4 months
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Hello I’m basically new to tumbler so idk what I’m doing but have a semi-old humanized drawing of Callisto talking back ((?)) to Ganymede
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gekonpiracki · 9 months
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A little redraw that i made of one of Levi's cards
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mopeymi · 1 year
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You Have Terrible Morals and Obligations - Soap/Ghost
Official Part 1
“He missed another briefing?” Soap asked, voice laced with concern. Price only sighed his response.
“How many is that now, Cap?” Gaz asked from the side, leaning forward in his own worry.
“3.” Price stated, pinching the bridge of his nose, “But he’s fine, boys. Don’t worry about Ghost.” Soap and Gaz nodded, doubt evident in their faces but now wasn’t the time to question a superior officer.
Price dismissed them soon after. Gaz threw his arm around Soap, a certain quiet falling between them as they walked. They passed an office, door closed and lights off. The name tag caused a certain ache in Soap’s heart, ‘Lieutenant Simon Riley’.
Soap still remembers the day that Price had to get a new one ordered for him since Ghost thought it good to write “Lieutenant Ghost” and scratch out the rest. Apparently it was against regulations.
Gaz flicked him then, realizing Soap lost focus and his eyes had glazed over as he simply ‘walked’ instead of his normal ‘trotting’. Soap only shook his head a little and plastered a fake smile on his face.
“Let’s go to the shooting range,” Gaz suggested, “Little friendly comp?” Soap grinned at that, giving the other man’s shoulder a quick squeeze.
“Oh, you’re on.”
And that’s where Captain Price found them, well more like heard them. They were laughing loudly between shots, curses being passed between them as banter. Price grew accustomed to hearing late night practice, considering Ghost had to keep his skills up for all hours of the day, but the recruits had started to complain and Price wasn’t a fan of that.
He made his way to the door, pulling it open and watching as the two men fired their pistols simultaneously. They quickly put their guns down, pressing the retrieval button on their targets. A fond smile grew on his face as Gaz playfully punched Soap’s arm as the Scot began gloating of his victory.
“Boys, lights out.” The two turned to him and smiled brightly, excitedly pointing at their targets and their impressive hits, “Yes, your both fantastic marksmen. Now get your asses indoors.”
They groaned like petulant children, but began picking up all the same. Soap left towards the stock room first, leaving Gaz and Price behind on the range. Price could see a question hanging on the other’s tongue by the way his eyes dashed to him and away quickly, fingers fiddling with the pistol.
“Gaz,” Price prompted, to which Gaz moved closer.
His voice was hushed as he asked, “Have you heard anything from Ghost?” Price simply shook his head, arms crossing across his chest.
“Ghost is a capable soldier. He’s probably just in a spotty location. Let me worry about him, you worry about yourself.” Gaz nodded his understanding as he moved towards the stock room, “And Sergeant?”
“Yes, Captain?” Gaz responded quickly.
“Please keep an eye on Soap for me.” Then he left, boots crunching against the gravel of the unpaved walkways.
Gaz finally walked inside, placing his used gun on the nearest table to get materials to clean it. Soap sat farther away, pistol already disassembled and certain parts cleaned.
It was quiet as the two worked, neither feeling they had something to say. There was something calming about cleaning their weapons. Perhaps it was the concentration drilled into them from Basic or just how easy it was to get lost in the movements. Gaz could hear Soap shuffle besides him, gun already reassembled and cleaning supplies picked up.
Their gazes met, Soap’s eyes shiny in the fluorescent light of the stock room.
“You asked him about Ghost, didn’t you?” Soap asked, voice quiet. He could only nod his response, “What did he say?”
“Not to worry…” Gaz assembled his own gun in the meantime, staring back at Soap when he finished, “And keep an eye on you.”
Soap took a stuttering breath at that, blinking aggressively to try and will away the tears that wanted to fall. He gave a broken nod and left quickly after.
Gaz knew what Soap was thinking, hell, he was thinking it himself, but they couldn’t say it out loud. Out loud meant some part of it was real. Out loud meant they all believed it. Out loud meant it was some semblance of truth.
Out loud meant Ghost was dead.
Tell me you like it or I might cry
Thank you for the engagement on my first post of this storyline. I honestly wasn’t expecting it and y’all are insanely sweet. I love you! 💕 -Mi
Look a part 2 👀
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