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bluegiragi · 1 year
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ghost gives konig a private lesson feat. soap as a very happy spectator.
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leafsfromthevine · 3 months
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my favorite bromance ever, actually (x)
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kimseongkyu · 9 months
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front-facing-pokemon · 11 months
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prettytoxicrevolver · 10 months
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13 and Karl
“Karl!!” you scream out your boyfriend's name, running into his room to find him still sound asleep at 10:30 in the morning. 
“Babe!” you yell again, jumping onto his bed and bouncing a few times for good measure. You watch impatiently as the older boy's eyes slowly flutter open, confusing adorning his tired features. 
“Hmm?” he hums out sleepily. 
“I got Taylor Swift tickets!!” you screech, shaking Karl by the shoulders praying he finally snaps awake at your words. 
“What?” he murmurs instead. 
“I! Got! Taylor! Swift! Tickets!” You punctuate each word with a jump on his bed and the action finally gets Karl to sit up. 
“Please tell me this is not why you woke me up,” he groans and you pout. 
“Karl, I got 4 floor tickets to Taylor fucking Swift of course I’m waking your ass up!” 
“But the concert’s not for another year,” he pouts and flops back on the bed. 
“So, we better start turning you into a swiftie now,” you grin down at him and despite his tired demeanor, Karl cracks a wide smile at you. 
“Okay okay,” he relents.
He sits up again but this time wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down into bed with him. You giggle against his chest and when you try to wiggle out of his grasp he shakes his head and tightens his hold. 
“I’ll become a certified Swiftie at noon,” he mutters and you snuggle into his embrace, glad you had such a ridiculously cute boyfriend. 
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spongebob-connoisseur · 9 months
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""#girlmath""
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seredelgi · 2 years
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Austin Butler as Elvis Presley in “Elvis” (2022)
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yeet-me-out-tonight · 6 months
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a crown of candy is a really intense saga of political machinations, but ever so often, you also have dialogues like
"MY LINGERIE IS THIC—"
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sardonicfactory · 3 months
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beast of burden
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rotisseries · 1 year
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"I can see will appreciating all types of music genres" well I cannot. peace and love<3
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gebranntgebrannt · 1 year
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Everyone is going on about juries (rightly) robbing Finland but what about televoters giving absolute crumbs to Austria, Australia, Germany, Belgium, Serbia, and Slovenia?
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unsat-and-strange · 2 months
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oh yeah hey btw car doodles because the creations and consequences au is living in my brain
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kinda id? more explanation of thoughts, let me know if y'all want a real image id
fae lyf fae lyf fae lyf I have decided they have wings and their wings were stained black from soot for years after the war (its only after a few years at the castle Tim and Bertie realize oh their wings arent black anymore wait do fae wings change colors oh wait it's because of all the fire and smoke and stuff oh shit)
Marius climbing in the window :) my silly, I love him
head chef and chief interrogator raphaella la cognizi looking absolutely menacing (is she about to cut some tomatoes or some tendons? it's up to you!) (sidenote what if before she came to the castle she was trying to dissect some corpses for better understanding of anatomy so that y'know medical understanding could be better but people weren't fans of her um desecrating the dead so she had to dip out)
I had the idea of kettle ashes being able to express themself via a genie type steam projection? idk thought it would be fun and also easier for any artists out there
fae carmilla fae carmilla fae carmilla I just think she's neat and I think it's funny if she's somehow connected to like everyone's backstory just a tiny bit
carmilla and nastya, I think they must have been pretty close. carmilla didn't want nastya to take the blame for the curse, but nastya knew jonny needed a stable relationship with carmilla more than one with her (as much as either situation sucked)
ivy design? my thoughts are either an advisor or the castle librarian, her little crown thing is enchanted to enhance her memory
lyf and ashes judging you (pre and post curse versions). you cannot tell me they didn't have gossip sessions about everyone in the castle. they absolutely did.
@rocksanddeadflowers @blazeismyname I'm begging y'all to keep coming up with ideas for me to draw because this is the least art block I've had in so so long and I adore this au
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front-facing-pokemon · 11 months
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#this one's like a fucking mystery. who's that pokémon?? what pokémon is this?? you can't fucking tell unless you open the cut or read below#where i tag what pokémon it is. i think i'm gonna put this one's tags above the actual name of the pokémon just to throw y'all for a loop#because this one? i don't even KNOW what counts as front-facing. i'm ASSUMING it's the top one?? but the prey eyes are just#unbelievable so i included that one under the cut. i don't even know if i can consider that “prey eyes” at this point. what is this thing??#what's the thing protruding?? a mouth?? it doesn't lend itself to making it look any more like a moon! it just— it just protrudes!!#i really just don't understand. what or why this pokémon is or exists. what type is it? pure psychic?#nnnNNAURP rock/psychic. can't believe i forgot about the rock typing considering the way that guy with the solrock in swsh#raid battles used it. whatever i think i've successfully revealed what pokémon this is by now#lunatone#and yes‚ i know now that zangoose walks on all fours in pmd. THANK YOU!!! FOR TELLING ME. EVERYONE ON TUMBLR#i got it when the first person told me. i looked them up. i saw them. with my eyes. i feel like i've talked about pmd enough in these tags#and in asks that i've answered that you all should know how much of a pmd fan i am by now but i guess it's GOOD TO CONFIRM#perhaps no one really does read these tags. unless they have an opportunity to correct me. lasered in on that#i'm not like mad i'm just like WOW everyone told me. that is SO many people telling me after the first one did and i know SO hard#anyway. i'm gonna go remove these tags from the dusclops post. pphhhheew
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satanicspinosaurus · 7 months
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Being a millennial trans-masculine person is wild.
Like, I have spent the majority of my life being perceived as a girl or young woman. I have been affected by systematic misogyny. I cut my teeth on it and grew to oppose it. I leaned into everything that brought me joy society told me was “wrong” for me to like - being covered in mud, math, rough housing, being loud, being assertive.
I wore the word “bitch” like it was a crown, because every fucker who hurled it at me was basically saying “I cannot break you and I hate it”.
So imagine my shock when I finally found words and help to make my body into a home (not some place I was forced to reside, to try and decorate the hostile walls best I could) AND now it’s the queer community slinging mud at me for being masculine.
I have been told my medication is “poison” by cis and trans people. I have been told to sit down, shut up and let the unprivileged speak. (You know a whole 3 months on hormones when I was beating my head against the wall because my legal name was still my deadname and I was tired from trying to get the majority of society to use my actual name and pronouns.) I have now been told my struggle with bottom dysphoria sounds like a prank from a trans support space volunteer. 
It’s funny to me that now, in trans spaces, my body is the measuring stick. The one you can make jokes about. The one you can compare, insult, belittle, treat like a curiosity. Once again, my pronouns (he/him) don’t always need to be respected. Once again, my emotions are not valid.
Geeeee why does this all feel so familiar???? 
Fuck that. My gender is rebellion. The way I express it has changed, because the way society perceives me has (thankfully) changed. Masculine people being kind, patient, soft and affectionate is often seen as “less than” and GUESS WHAT I am all those things too.
Part of being kind is calling people on their shit. You cannot do this to people and not expect some of them to break. I openly weep for the cis men I know because at least I had a childhood of being told my emotions were valid before having to deal with this. I cannot imagine how hard it must have been to weather this without that. No wonder so many of you came to me crying one night. You told me people say they care and then turn around and hurt you for having emotions. Honestly, how are so many of you still here???
Like I am having a day trying to cope with this, and I am good at surviving shit. Right now, the kindest thing I can think of doing is giving myself space to process this and figure out how to talk about it without screaming.
I don’t have the privilege of yelling when people hurt me anymore. I might be scary.
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jamiesfootball · 9 months
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I’m curious (if you’re willing to share) — is your post season 3 fic shippy or platonic? Looking forward to it!
Both of the main ones I'm working on now are platonic! But also you've opened the door for me to talk about it so I'm gonna talk about it!
The post-season 3 fic is platonic and--I cannot overstate this enough--has so much of a plot going on across multiple characters that I finally broke down and made a fucking spreadsheet.
That said a lot of Roy's struggle in this fic centers around his emotional attachments with other people and the roles he plays in their lives (with family, with friends, as a coach). He's stuck in this perfect storm where it seems like all his most important relationships are in flux.
See below the cut for spoilers:
His Family
This is a big one for him and where a surprising amount of therapy work gets done. When the story kicks off, Phoebe is suddenly Around Much Less and a part of that is his sister tentatively feeling out a reconciliation with their parents. This causes a surprising (to Roy) amount of emotional upheaval in his life. As someone who's always been in his sister's corner, he's always seen (even if he's never fully verbalized it to himself) his keeping contact with their parents as a way of releasing his sister from any responsibility or lingering guilt about cutting them off. But now that she's tentatively in contact with them, and introducing them to Phoebe, Roy is realizing that he has a lot of unresolved issues with his parents. Adding to that stress is the fact that while he's played a huge role in his niece's life, he's never actually had to ask to spend time with her before, and he is awful at admitting he might need something, especially when the people around him keep telling him he can 'have a break.'
Keeley
He and Keeley have decided to remain friends. Keeley wants to be single for a while and work on herself, her company, and all the special projects she has falling out of her sleeves (*cough*womensteam*cough*). However, Keeley is the most serious relationship he's ever had, and they started out on a flirty, romantic footing, so he's never just been friends with her. In fact he's never stayed friends with any of his exes. He's navigating unfamiliar territory and he's not sure what's allowed of him. Even basic shit--is he allowed to tell her she looks nice? invite her for coffee? for dinner?--he ends up second guessing.
The Diamond Dogs / The Workplace
He literally JUST became a Diamond Dog and showed them emotional vulnerability by asking what the secret was to becoming a less shitty person and now he's in charge of them. (And he's in therapy, seeing the staff therapist, so everybody knows about that too.) With Ted gone, the inter-team dynamics between the coaches is a whirlpool of Beard and Nate trying to out-smart each other, and suddenly Roy is the one keeping everybody in line and fielding Higgins' questions about player recruitment. This isn't the big drama but it is mundane and tedious and just another fucking thing to deal with.
The Team (Sam, Isaac, Colin)
The step between captain and assistant coach was a fairly easy one for Roy because he was essentially doing the same thing in both jobs (yell at them about their form, psych them up before a match, etc). He's the gaffer now. Most gaffers don't just casually hang out with their players. If he was another team's gaffer, he wouldn't. But these are people who know him, people he used to play side-by-side with, and god help him but he does care about them. So while he's pretty sure he needs to start drawing a boundary between the professional and personal, how the fuck is he supposed to tell them that when Colin is literally getting chewed up by the media as the only openly gay player in the league and he clearly needs the support? How's he supposed to back away when Sam, who's never angry about anything, is fucking seething over Edwin Akufo and asking Roy for help? Is he supposed to step back and drop it all on Isaac, who's trying his best but also seems to be carrying his own weight about something? They're not not his friends, but also he feels responsible for them. So what kind of coach is he going to be, now that he's the guy in charge?
Jamie (ofc)
Where does any of the above leave Jamie? Truly, if the boundaries between him and the other players are in flux, the ones between him and Jamie are fucking spaghetti. Because all of the same issues still apply, but with additional layers (their rivalry, Keeley, Amsterdam, Wembley, personal coaching, the fact that he's met Jamie's parents and would punch his dad in the face if he ever got a chance, the fact that his niece thinks they're best friends). His partiality is skewed every-which-fucking-way, and frankly he's a little annoyed that no one else holds it against him.
And all of that becomes additionally fucked up because:
Roy going to therapy is intrinsically tied to his behavior towards Jamie (Roy has a lot of guilt to work through on how often he's taken his anger out on Jamie)
Jamie and him have unwisely turned therapy into a goddamn competition (they have a chart), which means that any time he makes progress in therapy, he immediately ends up sharing it with Jamie
They don't even have the coach-player thing to fall back on because Jamie starts off the summer injured
This is also the Jamie Going Through It fic (with Tartt Sr in rehab being a huge part of that), and at this point its a given (to Roy at least) that if Jamie needs help, Roy is going to help him.
Jamie might be his friend. Maybe. Possibly. Roy might even admit that one day
So is this a shippy fic? No! No relationship statuses are added, lost, or changed in the winding plot of this fic (unless I figure out how to break up Beard and Jane). Everything picks up right where the finale left it.
But do relationships--the weight of identifying what you might need from other people, and how to navigate changes, and how to define things that aren't easy that are maybe complicated and messy and necessary for your own personal happiness--appear in this fic?
Absolutely yes.
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