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weiwei-uplink · 5 months
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Discord UI change
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bear-of-varley · 1 year
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metrocentric · 5 months
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München / Munich
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crinolinedream · 12 days
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So now they’ve gone and done a cut and paste and are trying to sell knockoff William. smh
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sleepboysummer · 10 months
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everytime i remember that this poor girl had to witness this scene i go insane and die
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Pw songs be like, "insane guitar solos that I can't replicate" "catchy af riffs" "biblical and mythological references" "furry vibes" "insane drumming" "huh hah" ...
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nocasdatsgay · 1 month
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I miss when the following page was in chronological order and only people I followed. Not suggestions from I don’t follow, posts from god knows when, or based on something I liked a long time ago.
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plutonicbees · 10 months
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dceased putting cassie into the super sons age group + making cassie and damian a romantic pairing + straight-up mischaracterizing her. beloathed. despised. abhorred, even.
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in honor of the nearing date of shibuya anniversary, here's pain for today
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snickerdoodlles · 1 year
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say hello to my current wip, making assumptions, aka the fic about chay's truly impressive collection of monsterfucker sex toys. i'm banging my head against my desk as i work on one of the emotional scenes, so here's a ~1k preview of the first chapter because i like validation 😂
The thing about fucking up a lot is that you get really good at identifying the little voice in your head yelling hey moron amongst all the alarm bells. It’s just that, if you’re Kim, the little voice can scream as loud as it likes, but it won’t change the fact that the stupid decision is so often the only decision available.
I, Kim thinks as he picks the lock on Chay’s door, am very bad at lying to myself.
It’s just, Kim is nosy. He doesn’t know how not to be, not with a childhood of secrets that kill and a father who lies more than he cares. So, when Kim had snooped through the family’s finance accounts and happened upon Chay’s bank statements, which showed no activity beyond Papa adding an allowance for months and then abruptly incurred multiple pages of mysterious payments totalling to several thousand baht in less than two weeks, which transactions could only be less obvious if they were plastered in neon DRUGS HERE! signs, well. What was Kim supposed to do?
…Not break into Chay’s room and scour the place for secret drug stashes is the correct answer, but Kim is so far past that now. He doesn’t even know what he’s going to do when he finds the stashes of drugs--probably throw them out, except then he’d have to tell Chay, because people rearranging your rooms and throwing out your stuff behind your back is the worst, and he won’t do that to Chay. But he’s also been trying to respect Chay’s fuck off boundary line, no matter how much it hurts, so Chay’s going to hate him twice as much for this, fuck, he’s really thrown himself into a right pickle this time--
He should turn back now. Before he makes this worse.
Then Kim thinks of Chay collapsed in his own pile of vomit, or passed out with blood dripping from his nose, or pale with a needle still sticking out of his arm, because Kim knows the shit dealers cut their products with, because Papa had wanted him to take over the gritty side of the business, and then Kim’s inside Chay’s rooms without a second’s hesitation.
Chay’s room is a mess. Not the type of mess Kim had liked to drop in on, back when he’d surprise Chay at home and get treated to Chay frantically tidying the place while making half a dozen excuses for why Kim couldn’t come over, despite knowing Kim was watching him clean through the front window, and then finally invite Kim in and pout at him until he did something nice to make up for his bullying. This mess isn’t small piles of debris and laundry and dirty dishes--it’s several unpacked boxes growing dust in a corner, a small hamper of clean clothes infront of an empty closet, a collection of dirty glasses atop a stack of textbooks before the nightstand. If Kim hadn’t known this is Chay’s room, hadn’t secretly triple checked the security of this wing and Chay’s position to it obsessively when Chay had first moved in, he might’ve thought this the room for one of Papa’s infrequent guests. It’s…unsettling, to see a space Chay spends so much time in be so empty of his presence.
…He’s wasting time.
The rooms in this wing are all outfitted with the same basic setup: bed in the middle, oversized nightstand between it and the corner, lamp and chair in another, entrance to a full bath and toilet in the last. Usually, long term guests customize their rooms into anything besides a soulless box, but Chay hasn’t even tacked up so much as a postcard on the wall. The only thing unique is the large wooden chest with a well-loved blanket tossed over it, so that’s where Kim starts. It’s too obvious as a hiding place, and Kim almost wants to scold Chay or give him lessons on how to hide shit he wants to stay hidden, but…it’s the one piece Chay’s chosen in this room. Chay could just grab a backpack and this chest and disappear--anything he wants safe will be in it.
…The chest isn’t even locked, and Kim returns to the urge to go find and grab Chay by his shoulders and shake him until he remembers something about situational awareness, or keeping secrets, or distrusting people, or a lot of other basic caution measures, except Kim’s one of the things Chay’s currently keeping himself safe from, so that definitely won’t do him any favors. Kim settles for closing his eyes and sighing deeply through his nose.
Then he opens the chest to reveal…tentacles. Literally dozens of plastic tentacles.
What?
Kim stares down at the chest full of…plastic octopus legs? Or, at least, the tips of several of them, in all varieties of colors, from coral pink to a deep, shimmery blue. Kim even grabs one that glistens like oil slick when he moves it in the dim sunlight. They all vary in shape too, some are more sleek with just tiny bumps and ridges in different patterns, some with thick bases and thin tips and others with thin bodies and flared heads, others with strangely realistic suckers that yield under his finger tips, and then even more underneath those that look far too strange to be called proper tentacles. Kim pulls out a deep green one with a cute flower at the base and a body that curls aggressively, another that’s mostly straight but has the look of chewed bubble gum, and yet another that’s shorter than the rest but twice as thick and covered in bulging bumps.
It’s not until Kim finally pulls out a toy covered in flared ridges, scales, and other alarming geometry, but also distinctly phallic, does his brain finally accept that all of these are dildos.
Chay…Chay has a chest of sex toys in his room.
Chay has a chest of sex toys in his room.
Chay has a chest of sex toys in his room.
Kim’s brain gives up. His face is too hot for him to think, his ears are ringing with what he’s quite sure is literal steam coming directly off his brain. He keeps pulling out more new toys, unable to stop. There’s one that looks like a tongue, with twice as many veins and a bumpy texture that is much too real for the scraps of his sanity. An alarmingly long and bendy tube with a pretty rainbow gradient and a disturbing number of knobs. A dark blue dildo that seems strangely plain until it lights up with half a dozen glittery rings when he accidentally squeezes the base too hard.
Pretty, Kim thinks, then is so startled by the sound of his own thoughts he misses the sound of the door clicking open behind him.
“Kim?”
Kim actually startles, whacking his knee on the chest of sex toys, and comes face-to-face with Chay.
…While sitting in a half-circle of monster dicks.
Chay’s eyes dart from him, to the toys on the floor, to the chest, and blushes all the way to his ears. “Kim?”
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joethehoeee · 1 year
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I found something-
And it's just 😭-
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It's-
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Oh my god I laughed so hard at this that I had tears in my eyes the first time I saw it-
I mean why does he stand like this in his troll form? And why did they made his wings AND his cape? And why does the cape has a different color than the-
It's so ugly... I want it.
(But it isn’t availavle right now... or ever)
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pebblebee · 1 month
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‘graphic design is my passion’ looking box
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fuckyeahcadence · 2 months
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I can't keep watching. I won't watch this show anymore. (I'm lying. I just need to wait an hour and then I'll continue watching bc I have no self-control). Why did they make Utau so dirty??? Why did she have to fall in love with HER OWN BROTHER??? I-
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theaceofarrows · 2 years
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bitchliteraria1906 · 7 months
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Look, no hate to Slylki shippers, but there's so many things wrong with this ship.
Like, even if you choose to ignore the selfcest and the fact they share family members and DNA, I don’t see what is there to like about their writing?
I don’t dislike Sylvie or anything, I understand her reasons to do what she did. Her character? Solid. Her relationship with Loki? Not so much. Even when you put aside her betrayal and how weird it is for Loki to hold zero anger for it, the way he's obsessed with finding her and she seems to be perfectly fine without him just makes the ship seem one-sided.
Also, how long did they know each other for before that kiss, again? Isn't it kinda weird and forced for Loki to be head over heels in such a short anount of time?
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morganaspendragonss · 1 month
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disney plus original??? original??????
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