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red-sneakers · 6 months
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Fun fact for smut fic writers: Did you know that short people can top? 😱 It’s true! You don’t have to make a canonically shorter character taller than another character to write them as the top! It is, in fact, physically and emotionally possible for a shorter person to be dominant!
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ghostforwhat · 1 year
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i didn’t want to hijack any post but I want to ramble abt the reason that people struggle with viewing Will and Hannibal’s relationship as something not romantic is very much rooted in heteronormativity and the overall portrayal of love in a straight sense. Like i honestly think they can’t see it because they’ve never been presented with such an overtly queer interpretation of love, ie the desire to be seen, to be known, while dreading it at the same time. Like they see the show and they think that it can’t be love because love in a straight sense is generally seen as healing or uplifting, they conflate love with hope and only view it through the lens of light, as something to search for and be healed when it’s finally found and announce it loudly as a triumph to consummate it. Whereas looking through a queer scope, love is often sudden and awful and a constant struggle whether its with yourself or with another, it’s pulled into a dark place and kept hidden and protected, a possessiveness at finally having something be truly yours and an equal wretched fear at losing it again through your own hesitation. Queer love can be explicit but oftentimes in literature, in films, in worldly experience, there’s a necessity to hold back and to obfuscate the true depth of feeling in front of others. Like multiple times on screen, we hear the most profound declaration possible from both of them but it falls flat on heteronormative ears because it’s not always a pleasant interpretation, it’s something that makes them feel ashamed for wanting and they cringe away but when queer people hear it, they stop short and go still like a train is coming down the tracks, to be presented with someone who sees the worst in you and delights in it is nothing short of an impossibility, it’s literal unconditional love spoken aloud to each other with no room for doubt and a socially acceptable kind of love is rarely like that. It’s only announced to the two who share it, there’s no need to justify or prove or even celebrate in front of others because in that moment where you are finally known everything else slips away. It doesn’t require explanation or declaration because the person who matters already understands.
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hmmbo · 10 months
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i need to lick a fuckign robot and taste iron on my tongue and cut my fingers on the edges of its plating okkkkkkkkkk. you wouldnt understand
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thepenultimateword · 4 days
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So I found the first two paragraphs of a story in my Google docs and it made me realize something about myself 😆 so I decided to make this to illustrate what it’s like in my brain when it comes to this favorite dynamic
Imma try to continue it, basically if you like Arranged or Love Thy Enemy, it’s almost the same plot just different characters/situation 😅
The very specific dynamic of royalty and arranged marriage is only in two of these, but this is brief list of the writing I included in this video. It’s everything I’ve written with the strong woman x weak(er) man dynamic (at least off the top of my head):
Fantasy
White Woods (monster hunter x witch)
Love Thy Enemy (empress x general)
Arranged (warrior queen x prince)
Heroes and Villains
Lotus (villain x civilian)
Slightly Sidetracked (villain x sidekick)
Sci-fi
Too Tall (Military Captain x Station Commander)
A Human Captain (Captain x crew member)
I Don’t Understand (soldier x civilian)
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greekceltic · 1 year
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An absolute mess of old Herman and Jacky art. Some of these are reposts I'm sure, but since I have them, here they be. There’s some niche stuff as well. Flagged mostly for the implied mature joke.
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aka-indulgence · 2 months
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This is random but there was this game app available on android that had you play as a little arrow/cursor in someone’s phone, and your job was to deliver data/send messages for the system (who’s goal is to become human somehow), and there’s a virus character who’s face is literally (✿◕‿◕)
The backhround is those 80s(?) grid with neon purple and blue colors and there was a banger synth bgm,
I loved that game but I cant find it, its so specific 😭 searching on google hard orz
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greensaplinggrace · 1 year
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— Mission: Exit Pursued by a Bruised Ego —
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rfskia · 11 months
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My Zelda keychain arrived today and I love it!
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oneofthosebells · 19 days
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All right, I might regret this but I'm going to say it anyway.
If you hated S3 (or didn't hate it overall but have issues with it), then I fully support your right to criticise it as much as you want. Rant away, air all your grievances, get it all out. I might even agree with some of your criticisms and nitpicks, because as much as I personally loved S3 (and S2, always) I don't think it was perfect by any means.
But please, please don't start taking it out on your fellow fans. Don't accuse people of 'overlooking all the plotholes just because of a cheesy happy ending'. Don't accuse people of 'worshipping Saint Lisa' because they have a different opinion on the writing to you. Don't assume that everyone who enjoyed the final season was an 'abdication truther' (ugh I hate that term).
I've been that person before, hating something that everyone else in a fandom loved. It feels like screaming into the void, wanting to shake some sense into people because how can they love this plothole ridden mess?! Do they not see how bad the writing is?! Have they been brainwashed by some soppy scenes and cute kissing?!
Yeah, I've been there and it sucks. I highly recommend finding (or starting!) a groupchat of like-minded people to get it all out, do some cathartic ranting. But please, I am begging you, don't start taking it out publicly on your fellow fans.
We all watch shows for different reasons and get different things out of them. A plot point that was really important to you might have been a minor, easily ignored, niggle to someone else and vice versa. You can never assume you know what's meaningful to other people and what isn't.
And you know what - even if some people did only enjoy S3 because it has a happy ending, that's a valid reason to like something? I don't think that is the case for most people tbf and it's certainly not for me, but even if it was, so what? Life is hard and TV is escapism and happy endings for LGBT+ couples in film/TV are still, sadly, rare. Let people enjoy things.
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bugtoast · 12 days
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guys what the fuck what the fuck a (kinda big??? idk???) youtuber just made a video about that one tumblr myth analysis that i chimed in on awhile ago and the video ended the video on my little analysis part?????? what???? anyways uh??? hi!!!! if you're coming from the Bettina Levy video, hi!!!! if you're looking for more analysis of things like that you're probably not gonna get it, cause I only really post random shit about my hyperfixations on here!!! i mean i might do more things like that if i get hyperfixated on something but like!!! hi!!!
idk im just??? im so surprised that im now in a video with (as of the time of writing this) 8.7k views????
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pommepom · 14 days
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you can criticise quackity but have some empathy. he should have never been so worried about his safety that he felt it was necessary to step away from being the head of qsmp. you can have worries or concerns about the new management team of quackity studios but to blame him for stepping away for his own safety is disgusting. quackity is young and while yes, he did fuck up, he never deserved this. he's only older than lea in one year, have some empathy.
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flightless-fox · 8 months
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can my MLP followers help me find something? i'm looking for a specific image of pinkie pie from the show. she's looking up at something with huge eyes and a tiny smile. i thought it might have been in an episode from season 1, but i couldn't find it.
it's a very specific image in my mind, so i tried recreating it with a quick sketch.
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if anyone recognizes what i'm talking about, please let me know!
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haeivn · 9 months
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askallstars · 3 months
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OOC: Are there any SEGA ask blogs still active out there?
Or any new ones?
Are ask blogs still a thing on Tumblr?🤔
..Just curious. I will start answering asks in a few days! Keep sending some fun asks.~
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gt-jar · 7 days
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So the last time I said I was going to write the next chapter of "Two Worlds among the Stars" and would need like a month to finish it, it took me almost a year to write post the damn thing.
Yes, I'm ashamed of myself.
I'm actually a little surprised that I have a hand-full of long term readers (?) Idk if that's the right word for readers that stick around even though the fanfic takes long to update
To avoid that (even though I already know it'll definitely happen again) I started to work on an outline for chapter 8 this week and idk...
I'm kinda stuck?
It was supposed to be kind of a filler chapter from the very start, so there isn't really a scene I need to build up, but it still feels like it's missing something?
Ik that isn't necessarily a bad thing, but... not being happy with a chapter, especially when it's just an outline and not even a actual chapter yet, always keeps me from wanting to work on it.
Like just starting to write even though I'm not even happy with the outline? Nuh-uh, not happening.
So I'm asking if anyone wants to ramble? Maybe you have any ideas (or things you want so see in my story) that I can add to make the 8. chapter more rounded?
I'm all ears!
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oceantherat · 4 months
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I Missed You (Not)
Hellxander fic, posting it here bc ao3 isn’t working for me rn
Two sets of footsteps echoed in the dimly lit hallway. The prison was surprising silent this afternoon. Usually it was filled with sounds of the prisoners yelling or cursing at who knows what. Now, however, you could even hear the birds outside if you listened hard enough.
The footsteps gradually got closer and closer to the cell with the red haired (ex)director.
Yomi didn’t pay attention to it. Why should he? It’s probably just some random fucker who got caught. No, he was too busy thinking of a plan to get out of this damn cell. Its starting to get depressing. Being alone for weeks seems to have taken a toll on the man. Recently, he has been having violent outbursts in his cell, threatening the other prisoners. Other times, he just quietly sat in his cell, barely even making a sound. He hated it. It made him look weak. And Yomi Hellsmile was not weak.
As he lay in his bed, thinking of ways to escape, a guard rattled at his cell. “Hey there. How you doing?”
Yomi did not answer. This man was not worth his time and words.
“I know you can hear me, lad. Can’t just ignore me forever. Anyways, d’you hear about the news?” The guard paused, as if he was expecting an answer. The red haired man didn’t even bother looking at him.
“Right. Well, they recently invented a sort of pill for the zombified homunculi that reform their brain back to how it was before they died.”
Yomi scoffed. “And why should I care?” The homunculi were no concern to him. They only remind him of that stupid Masked Freak. Ugh. He shuddered at the thought of that man.
“Well, this guy said he wanted to talk to you for some reason. Bastard wouldn’t tell me his name, said that you would know.”
This was obviously one of their ploys to mess with him. For some reason, the guards love to torment him. Must be from his influence. Yomi curses himself under his breath for being such a good Director. Out loud, he yawned and turned away. He had more important things to think about.
“Guess I’ll just leave him here. Even you don’t deserve to be alone in a cell. Or so they tell me.” The guard’s footsteps got quieter, as he left Yomi and the mysterious person alone.
There was definitely someone there. He could hear them shuffling their feet. Yomi would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious, but he didn’t let this get to him. He’s not gonna let the guards win. Do they take me for some kind of fool? He thought. He grumbled at the person, not looking at them.
“I don’t want to hear a sound from you, not even to respond to what I’m saying right now. Got it, fucker? Do not disrupt me.”
Wow, they actually listened. Well, it wasn’t surprising or anything, Yomi knew nobody dared oppose him, but he expected something.
After a couple minutes of deafening silence, Yomi groaned in annoyance. “Great, now I’m curious. Whatever, state your fucking business.”
“Right, sorry for the disruption sir, but I came here because I needed to talk to you.”
Yomi’s eyes widened. That voice. He bolted upright, and finally looked at the person speaking.
It’s him.
It’s him.
“[REDACTED]…” He breathed.
To be honest, he had forgotten about him. Maybe it’s because a lot of things happened since then, or maybe because he didn’t want to remember. It made him weak.
The hitman nodded. “Yes sir. I have come here to apologize to you.”
“Apologize?” Yomi’s mouth was agape, still processing things, he was just barely registering what he was saying.
“Indeed, as you know, i failed the mission you gave me by dying, and the worst part is that I don’t even know how.” He knelt down. “I probably ruined something because of that failure, and for that I greatly apologize. You may punish me however you like, but I still would like you to know that I am truly sorry.”
Yomi snapped back to reality and narrowed his eyes. He was right. He *did* ruin many things. He deserves to be punished. Anger boiled over him like water in a steamed pot. “You’re right. You did so much by dying. Do you know, how *annoying* it was to search for your killer?“
How painful it was when you died? (He pushed this thought away.)
“And I still don’t even know who the bastard is. Do you know, how time consuming, how much energy I wasted trying to find another hitman as skilled as you?”
So much time..
“And I had to do that while keeping the detective that you let escape in check. Do you know what that little shit did?”
I should hate this fucker for dying.
“He ruined my life. He foiled my plans, became friends with that Masked Freak, and got me in fucking jail!”
And yet…
There was a small part of him that wasn’t angry. And it was slowly spreading. Yomi hated it. Weakness. that’s all it was.
He clenches his fist in rage. This fucking bastard.
Thoughts kept interrupting his angry inner monologue. Thoughts such as, He’s alive. He’s standing in front of me and he’s alive and back to normal. He’s here.
The thoughts won’t stop. Why won’t they stop? He did not care. They’re holding him back. He will not succumb to weakness like he did that night.
“And you know the worst part?”
Yomi pulled his fist back with full intent. The hitman braced himself, expecting this. It made sense, he shouldn’t died. He failed.
It was…unexpected. All the thoughts..just wouldn’t stop. Just like that night. And then, that punch..somehow turned into a hug.
A rather stiff and awkward one at first-Yomi was not one for affection-however, he relaxed after [REDACTED] hesitantly accepted it.
“I missed you, bastard.”
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