#thank you for this anon!!

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

a lot of people think PunkNoir's first date would be smashing fascists, but people that is their day job--let Hobie relax. Noir can take him to dinner in a 1930's zeppelin over the city skyline, something nice and fancy. Spider-Ham can pull a swing band out of his hammer space

Right!!!

I feel this SOO bad I love this!!

Hobie is one of the only people that Peter connect with on older things, even if they're decades apart. Hobie is probably the only person at HQ who knows how to use a record player and owns one. Hobie is probably the only person who keeps record needles or a vinyl collection, and the can bond over the sound of vinyl and their collections! Hobie marvels when Peter shows him a new vinyl that would be considered vintage in his day

AND!! Something SO overlooked in Hobie - he's probably very smart and VERY well read.

Hobie is a punk, there was no internet back then. But based on his understanding of his ideology it's safe to say he has a solid complex understanding of world history and books about social theory so Im guessing he reads a lot. I wouldn't be surprised if he's read books by communists and socialists and stuff.

They could go on book dates and share theory books with each other, listening to records after dinner! Them bonding over 1930's and 1970's jazz!!

Hobie knows rain (he's from London after all) but he probably prefers it a lot more in Peter's universe cause of the ambience - and he's sitting in Noir's apartment it's raining outside and Hobie's the only color in the room, changing back and forth from pink to red AHHHHHHHHH

#thank you for this anon!! #punknoir #noirpunk #Hobie brown #Peter parker #hobie brown x peter parker

[mappingthesky]

"just let me take care of you" for ✈️🍌, pleeaaaseeee!!!

Jane is curled up on one end of the couch with a book in her hands. She’s read the same paragraph four or five times now, and would really like to move on to the next one, except she can’t, because-

UUGgghh!

“Oh my god,” Jane’s head hits the arm of the couch when she throws it back in frustration. “What?”

From the other end of the sofa, beyond where their legs are intertwined, Nymphia groans at her laptop screen. She’s uncharacteristically disheveled: her long hair is pulled into a messy, bumpy ponytail, and she’s wearing her glasses, which almost never happens. Not nearly enough for Jane’s liking, anyway. The black frames are thick and rounded and perched perfectly on her button nose, and if she wasn’t being so annoying right now then Jane would find her absolutely, irresistibly delicious.

“It’s all wrong,” Nymphia whines, pushing her stupid, sexy glasses up to nest in her hair while she rubs her eyes with her palms. The laptop, the source of her misery for the last two and a half weeks, rocks in her lap.

“It’s not,” Jane rolls her eyes and rehashes this conversation for what must be the eighty-seventh time. “It’s fine. It’s great, even! It’s probably the best fucking artist statement anyone’s ever read in the entirety of their miserable lives. They should be so lucky!”

Nymphia whines and stretches, a sliver of skin peeking out at the edge of her t shirt when she lifts her arms over her head. Jane momentarily forgets whatever it is she’s supposed to be annoyed about.

“Can you proof it for me?” Nymphia says when she’s tugging her shirt back into place and reaching for her laptop. Jane groans at the request, and definitely not at the lack of exposed skin.

“Ugh, Nymph,” Jane pleads. “Again?”

It’s only days before Nymphia’s final assignment is due - a full collection of garments complete with a written artist’s statement. It’s all they’ve talked about for what feels like weeks on end. Jane hasn’t been nearly as annoyed as she says she is. In Jane’s eyes Nymphia is something like a magician, turning whatever she touches into something miraculous and profound. It’s the reason why she’s let their living room become a war zone, littered with bolts of fabric and stray ribbon and a pincushion that somehow seems to be underfoot no matter how far she hurls the thing. She doesn’t mind that much, not really. It’s only until the end of the semester. Besides, Jane loves having Nymphia around. She’d much rather have her working at home, where she can make sure she eats and sleeps and remembers to wash her face before bed. It’s better than having her cooped up in a studio across town all night, working too hard to remember to take care of herself. Plus, Jane loves to watch Nymphia work - when she loses herself in a sketch or in the draping of fabric and her hair starts to slip from her ponytail, and her glasses are sliding down her nose, and her tongue rests at the corner of her mouth-

“You’re so much better with writing than I am!” Nymphia wails. Her voice is whiny and desperate and Jane’s head is in the fucking gutter.

While Nymphia could produce an entire wardrobe in a matter of days, brilliantly tailored and united under some pristine vision that Jane can’t fathom how her girlfriend ever came up with, the artist statement has thoroughly stumped her. It’s a meager assignment, 500 words maximum describing the inspiration for the collection, and has been the bane of Nymphia’s existence for the past four days. Naturally, it’s become the bane of Jane’s existence too.

“Baby,” Jane begs. She’s enjoyed all this time at home with Nymphia, and she’s proud of her, truly, but she would really like her cheery, horny, reliably unfocused girlfriend back.

Nymphia’s bottom lip curls outwards and her eyes flutter. “Please?”

Jane blinks. Nymphia is a little too good at getting exactly what she wants out of her. The worst part is that she knows it.

“Fine,” Jane concedes through gritted teeth, tossing her book to the floor and sitting forward. Nymphia cheers and claps and leans close to grab Jane’s face, almost succeeding until-

“On one condition,” Jane holds her hand up before Nymphia’s lips can find her cheek.

“Anything,” Nymphia coos, like she expects Jane to go easy on her.

“This is the last of the work you do tonight,” Jane says firmly, watching Nymphia’s mouth twist with anxiety. “I mean it. I can’t fucking hear you whine anymore.”

Nymphia’s anxiety is all too quickly replaced with a devious smile, a practiced sort of coercion, “I thought you loved to hear me wh-“

“That’s beside the point,” Jane doesn’t budge. Nymphia is a tease, a very tempting tease, but a tease nonetheless. Jane knows this well enough, she’s fallen victim to her traps more times than she cares to admit. “Do we have a deal?”

Nymphia falls back to the other end of the couch with a defeated hrmph. “Deal” she pouts.

With that, Jane snatches the laptop. She reads Nymphia’s essay intently, because she really does care, making minor grammatical tweaks here and there. The piece is well written, even without the bit of fluffing Jane’s done over the past few days. Nymphia is absolutely selling herself short. It may not be her preferred medium, but her unique vision shines through her words just the same as it does with her clothing.

“What?” Nymphia asks when a small, proud smile tugs at Jane’s lips. “What is it?”

Jane beams, her eyes lingering on the last few sentences. “It’s perfect.”

Nymphia lights up, “You really think so?”

Mhm, Jane hums, looking over to Nymphia where she’s curled into the corner of the couch, grinning. “I’m proud of you, babe.”

“Okay, because I was thinking I could-“ Nymphia starts to ramble, but Jane has already hit ‘save’ and is slamming the laptop shut. Nymphia’s eyes widen.

“We had a deal, didn’t we?” Jane places the laptop on the floor.

“Yes, but-“

“Uh-uh,” Jane shakes her head, leaning forward. “I think you’re done for the night.”

Nymphia could try to make an escape, but it would be pointless. They both know it. “I am?”

“Yeah, you are.” Jane grabs at Nymphia’s ankles, dragging her closer until she’s lying flat on her back. Her glasses slide down her nose.

Nymphia is still muttering something about picking the right font when Jane silences her with a gentle palm over her mouth.

“You’ve done more than enough,” Jane tells her. “Just let me take care of you. Can you do that?”

Nymphia nods, wide-eyed and suddenly breathless. Jane pulls her hand away from Nymphia’s mouth. “Good girl.”

Her other hand is already sliding beneath Nymphia’s t-shirt, grazing her bare skin. She goes to pull it over her head, and Nymphia reaches for her glasses.

“No,” Jane catches her hand, kissing her knuckles before pinning her wrist above her head. “Those stay on.”

#scREAM I LOVED THIS ONE #we never speak on nymphia’s glasses and its so disrespectful #thank you for this anon!! #planymphia #she writes #prompt

[rush-the-stars]

Yuji would accidentally manhandle you and apologize but Megumi would intentionally do it. I can picture him him being a brat about it too, maybe he knows you like it and is trying to get you worked up or maybe you're pushing his buttons.... either way I'd melt <3

megumi loooves to manhandle you smh. i think he’s also sorta. bratty in his own way. i think when he wants something, he has a hard time vocalizing it. so he tries to find different ways to get it. and a lot of times it comes down to tussling a little!! scrapping!!

he wants a bit of fight, a bit of back and forth!! both to brat and/or let you brat!!

sometimes he wins that fight and really manhandles you..,,..holds you down (i think he especially likes to hold your hands to pin them down or really likes manhandling you into doggy smh :// loves to hitch your hips up ://).,…,and sometimes he loses that fight!! and he lets you take what you need from him

UGH. he has been rotting my brain so horribly.

#there really is just something ab him that makes me crazy lately #thank you for this anon!! #cielo chats!

[obscurism]

"placing kisses all over your lover's body..." for the gentle smut prompt?

Sorry it took me so long to get to this! It’s been a bit of a hectic week, but I can absolutely fill this request! I was hoping someone would ask this one since it’s a personal favorite. This might not be smutty, but more sensual in nature.

Of course, goes without saying, but some short 18+ content below the cut~

The damp and dreary weather of the Red Forest was the perfect opportunity for warm embraces for the inhabitants of the aging cabin nestled deep within thicket.

Beneath the fur pelts that always adorned the bed Anna had slept in for as long as she could remember, you laid below her as she stared down at you, her body and face bare of any clothing or adornment. It had all started with the two of you nestled close to each other, sharing in a silent contentment. Your fingers lazily grazing over the marks of battles won on her forearm before tracing down to hold her large, calloused hand in your own.

When you pulled your hand up to give it a gentle kiss before glancing up to give her a smile, you felt her shift in bed to lay on her side. Your hand was torn from hers, but soon her other hand’s thumb grazed your cheek gingerly.  

There were no scars from survival on your face, and your skin was soft in comparison to her own. She was a woman hardened by her time in the unforgiving forest, and you, despite all the trials faced in The Entity’s realms, still had the same soft skin she was sure you must have had before you were placed here. The feeling of touching another had become a normal sensation for her, and any chance she got she wanted to caress your flesh.

She placed her own lips which were chapped by the cold onto your own, delighting as she felt your smile grow larger and kiss her back.

Save for the sound of rain pelting the windows and breathing, there were no words spoken as Anna kissed her way down from your lips to your chin, and then down your jawline to get to her favorite spot- your neck.

Bites and kisses were always placed there whenever she found herself nuzzled against it and you always gave her full access. It was a spot that Anna found to be the most telling of your fondness for her. Necks were fragile things; it was so easy to kill another in multiple ways. A cut to the main artery would instantly kill, a bite too deep and aggressive would have the same effect, hands easily wrapped around one to slowly watch life drain from another’s eyes, a simple neck snap with her strong hands, or a simple swing of her axe to decapitate. Though here you were, baring it for her so willingly.

She took this as a sign of trust, and just as you trusted her, she too trusted you with her own neck. She’d let you kiss at her skin and sink your teeth into her flesh. While she knew you didn’t have the bite strength to really do her any harm, at least not physically, she still allowed you the same trust you’d given her, even if it had taken some time.

Now as she peppered your neck with kisses so gentle that she was barely touching you, you felt her make her way down to your clavicle, and from there your chest.

You could feel her hesitate for a moment as she hovered over your breasts, before dipping down and letting her lips graze against one of your breasts. Kisses were placed all over them, making sure to go around your nipples as she made her way down your abdomen.

Shifting once more in bed, Anna positioned herself so that way she laid between your legs, while her hands snaked under your body, and held onto your bottom. Her black eyes looked up at you, not with a more animalistic desire like you were used to seeing from her, but one of adoration.

Reaching down you ran your hands through her choppy hair, letting your fingers gently scratch at her scalp. In response, she her lips pressed against your stomach with a gentleness that seemed to contradict her appearance and demeanor. Relaxing against her touch, you allowed her to have complete control of your body and do whatever she wanted with it.

Though you were certain on where her lips would eventually end up.

#anna the huntress #anna the huntress x reader #the huntress #the huntress dbd #the huntress x reader #thank you for this anon!!

[saradika-graphics]

omg i am the one who requested the ballad of songbirds & snakes dividers and i just wanted to say thank you so much 💜 i really love them 🩷 they are absolutely beautiful and turned out exactly how i'd imagine they would 🩷 i would be sure to tag you my love 💜

and the movie was amazinggg!!! i even like it better than the ones before 🥰 you have to watch it when you get the chance, you're going to love it 💕

ahh this made me smile, thank you - I am really happy you like them!! They were so fun and I love HG so I was glad for the chance to work on these 💖 thank you for sending it in.

and ooh I can’t wait! I wanted to see it in theaters but was under the weather and missed it - I’ve been waiting for it to come on a streaming platform or for the price to drop to rent it!

(also omg I was so excited about the dividers that I missed the part about masterlists 😭😬 are there particular characters you want ((Snow and Lucy?)) or just aesthetically themed? I can do either or both to match the dividers!)

#two things you gotta know about me #is that I get too excited/focus and misread/miss part of the ask #AND I also reblog to the wrong blog constantly #so sorry for both!! 😅 #thank you for this anon!! #anons #type: answers

[downton-bridgerton]

Madame de montmirail actually calls him by his given name during the party "Edouard, have you lost your mind?"

Oh?

OH????

YO I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION???

I regret to inform you that I didn't pay quite much attention to the French lines because...well, I don't really understand French (shameful I know. Sorry 🥲)

But thank you very much for this new info, anon! I learned something new today!!

#thank you for this anon!! #you are a freaking lifesaver #marquis de montmirail #edouard de montmirail #← guess i'll be using this tag now #downton abbey: a new era #downton abbey #anon ask

[therainbowwillow]

hbomberguy’s latest video on plagiarism has made me completely rethink literature and writing. I have never once so much as considered intentionally plagiarizing anyone or anything, but I think there’s something more that has come out of this: the names of the people who created the works Somerton (and others) ripped off.

Plagiarism isn’t only bad because it is lazy and disrespectful, it’s bad because it buries the truth. If you can’t find a source, the conversation is over. Somerton’s sources are fairly easy to find by simply searching his plagiarized lines, but that isn’t true in most cases. Most of the time, the line from statement to source is a lot less clear.

Today, I was writing a report on English Ivy, which is an invasive species here in the US. I wanted to know when it was introduced and I at last found a source claiming it was introduced to the Americas “as early as 1727” on a .net website that seems quite reputable (it has multiple major universities credited in its home page), but there is no citation for where this date came from. I dug deeper and found a pamphlet created by a city government in Virginia that made the same claim, only to discover the first source linked in their bibliography. Another website (a botanical garden’s page) gave the same date with the same source hyperlinked. Of course, I have classes to attend and things to do and probably not enough time to follow the lines back to where this 1727 date came from, but if I had not just watched this video, I wouldn’t have given that date a second thought.

Of course, it doesn’t matter in the long run exactly what year hedera helix was introduced to the Americas, but it makes you wonder how many facts have been so vaguely attributed that it becomes completely impossible to figure out where they originated (and further, whether or not they’re true at all).

#hbomberguy #james somerton #plagarism #EDIT: it was introduced to *the americas* NOT the US in (probably) 1727 #THANK YOU anon ask person!!! #the US didn’t exist in 1727

[achivement-unlocked]

https://www.tumblr.com/achivement-unlocked/743086027324932096/kosa

Not the anon, but Kosa is a bill that's soon going to pass where minors on the internet get their parents to see what they search up and restrict things that are deemed "inappropriate." When in reality it prevents kids who are trying to learn about the lbgtq community and kids trying to identify abuse. The bill will change the internet forever and NOT in a good way.

Im pretty sure the anon is trying to ask you to spread awareness about this.

Some links to prevent this are:

https://www.badinternetbills.com/

https://www.stopkosa.com/

https://www.change.org/p/save-our-free-and-open-internet-stop-the-kids-online-safety-act

https://actionnetwork.org/petitions/censorship-wont-make-kids-safe?nowrapper=true#:~:text=Privacy%2C%20free%20expression%2C%20and%20LGBTQ%2B,tell%20them%20to%20reject%20KOSA

Breaking the gimmick for this one, here’s some resources for yall <33

#thank you!!! #asks #anon #dev talk

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 chapter 4 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 chapter 4 spoilers #stage in playful land #i hope this is legible whoops #anon i am sorry but you made the fatal mistake of asking me to talk about diasomnia #insert 'i just think they're neat' jpg #i do like the other characters a lot but they are definitely my favorites #they just hit a lot of my favorite things in characters i guess! #yes even you sebek even though you keep shrieking NINGEN at me #(it's okay he gets Character Development™ later) #and their dynamic! it's great! these guys frikking love each other SO much and they WILL have terrible terrible angst about it #ohoho delicious #give me all your emotional hangups baybeeeee #also somewhere in there i went from 'i like them all equally (but lilia is the most fun to draw)' #to 'lilia is absolutely my favorite (and still the most fun to draw) (EVEN MORE fun now thank you swishy ponytail!)' #(it was probably when his candy coating got a little scratched and whoops all the tragedy fell out) #(where's that 'get loved loser' post because i need to staple it to lilia's forehead) #i am extremely bad at putting things into words so please don't ask me to explain it any further #just know that the diafam is everything to me and if we don't get more episode 7 soon i'm going to crumble into dust and blow away #we'll be getting the crowleytimes on monday and maybe there will be. idk. some foreshadowing or something in his groovy #probably not but LOOK i'm desperate

[saltmalkin]

i liked your speed painting of your cat. very interesting style that came out of it. do you think you could try other drugs? i'd be interested to see how that affects how you paint your cat. i think a drunk painting could be funny :)

speed painting means i painted it fast not that I was high on meth oh my god

#drug cw #i love you anon thank you for making my night #ask

[mappingthesky]

♡ "wait...is this a date?" plane @ nymphia plspls

i wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be an @ or if it was intended to be an ‘&’, but i am very intrigued by the concept of nervous jane needing to know whether this is a date, so here’s this <3

“Was it too much?”

Jane was asking questions, but she wasn’t exactly listening for answers. She seemed to be supplementing those all on her own. It would be annoying, except the conclusions she was drawing were so incorrect that it was almost endearing somehow. Her eyes were elsewhere when she scurried back to the table, anywhere but on Nymphia.

“Jane.”

“I know you said you didn’t want to do nice dinners after we went to Pearla the other night. At least not yet. Or ever. Um,” Jane continued, clearing plates, her brow tightly knotted. “But it really wasn’t that expensive, you know. And even if it wasn’t a date, it was just nice. For me. To get out. Um. With you, of course.”

“Jane.”

“Besides.” Jane carried a stack of serving plates and bowls and miscellaneous silverware past Nymphia. “I really like to cook, believe it or not, so this really wasn’t a big deal, I promise. I probably would’ve done it anyway.” She dropped the dishes in the sink, and started to backpedal. “Not that I would do this if you weren’t here. I mean, I would’ve eaten. But, like, I wouldn’t have done this exactly, because, y’know. That’s a lot of effort. But not too much efffort.”

Nymphia huffed from her chair, staring at the ceiling and waiting for Jane to work through her spiral.

“Or was it not enough?” Jane auto-piloted back to the table, reaching for the wine glasses. Her voice was sort of desperate, sort of defeated, and Nymphia knew she’d inadvertently made Jane much more nervous than she’d anticipated. She felt a little bad, actually, because Jane wasn’t really breathing between sentences. “I just- I know you said you wanted to take things slow and I know you didn’t want to go on dates. Um. Officially. So I just thought it might be nice to stay in and-”

“Jane.”

“No, I’m sorry. It was stupid,” Jane interrupted, a little too embarrassed to let Nymphia get a word in. She went to clear Nymphia’s plate. “We could catch a movie or something if you want to go out, or I could just drive you-“

Nymphia’s hand stopped Jane’s wrist mid-reach. “Jane.”

Jane blinked and paused and finally looked to Nymphia, looking more unsure than Nymphia had ever seen her. All she’d wanted was to scope Jane out, take her time to make sure she was every bit as good and sweet and serious about her as Nymphia had been hoping she was. She didn’t think she would end up completely dismantling her. It was sort of ridiculous how increasingly, obviously frazzled she’d gotten the longer Nymphia had drawn this out. It was also completely, stupidly charming. Most people didn’t care enough to get nervous around Nymphia. Most people wouldn’t invite her over for a home cooked meal after taking her on half a dozen outings she hadn’t let them call ‘dates’. Most people weren’t Jane.

“It wasn’t stupid,” Nymphia took Jane’s hand gently between hers, her fingertips gliding softly over Jane’s knuckles. “It was really nice.”

“Oh!” Jane inhaled sharply. Definitely not relaxed, but breathing. It was an improvement. “Good. I’m glad. Um.” She blinked, processing. “Really?”

Nymphia smiled, her laugh a short puff of air from her nose. Jane’s eyes softened, a look of relief washing over her.

“Really,” Nymphia let her gaze fall upon Jane’s hand, held between her own. “It was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

She glanced up through her lashes. Jane looked a bit awe-struck, a bit in disbelief.

“Wait. So.” Jane blinked, a little hesitant to look Nymphia in the eyes, then did it anyways. “Was- Is this a date?”

Nymphia’s lips twisted to one side, a little pucker of a smile. She nodded slowly, a warmth to her chest as she watched the light flood Jane’s eyes. “Yeah. It is.”

Jane couldn’t hide the megawatt smile that spread across her face as she ducked her chin down, her laugh a nervous flutter of air.

“I didn’t mean to torture you,” Nymphia teased, tilting her head to follow Jane’s eyes. To make sure she hadn’t completely broken her.

“No, it was my pleasure,” Jane said breathily, already a little excited, a glimmer in her eye when she looked over and said, “I’d do it all again.”

#screams I LOVE NERVOUS WRECK JANE #thank you for this anon!! #prompt #she writes #planymphia #wtf is pearla idk. all i could think was la pearla #so yeah restaurant name fs fs

[thebluesthour]

tweeted excerpts from A Field Guide to Getting Lost, via Rebecca Solnit's twitter

#thank you so much for this anon #quotes #words #tweets #Rebecca Solnit #the world is blue at heart #compilation #favourites #m

[marblegroves]

Here it is!! My piece for TrafficZine 4! I got to draw the piece for Scar’s final death hehe 🥰

#limited life #limited life fanart #thank you to that one anon for reminding me to post here o7 #doodlegroves

[holy-sweetsour-milk]

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #misusdraws #thank you anon for the inspiration #I will now disappear again for god knows how long

[gaypeople]

Damn. Well, I suppose that will be all right, seeing as you won't be playing. I will. You'll be watching... on the sidelines.

#red white and royal blue #rwrbedit #rwrb #rwrbsource #firstprince #i love them so much are you kidding meee #didn't know what to gif then i remembered this wonderful moment #thank you anon hehe #*

[hellsitegenetics]

not a request, i just wanted to send some anon love. what a great and wholesome blog, thank you so much for creating this 🫶🏽 i hope you have a wonderful day and weekend

String identified: t a t, t at t a . at a gat a g, ta c catg t 🫶🏽 a a a a

Closest match: Impatiens glandulifera genome assembly, chromosome: 8 Common name: Himalayan balsam

#tumblr genetics #genetics #plants #flowers #himalayan balsam #asks #thank you anon :)