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#...I just want it to stop...
everlastingrandom · 2 months ago
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the funniest thing is that I've never directly seen a blazed post since this all started. it's just been screenshots of the blazed posts or reblogs from mutuals. people are out here paying cold hard cash and y'all are spreading them completely indirectly completely free, like we've always done. net zero gain I love it
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unpretty · 9 months ago
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made a niche meme for @megan-mayhem in the groupchat but maybe some of my followers will also enjoy it (with apologies to matt bors)
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violetvulpini · 20 days ago
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Something about mentors learning from their students just as much as they teach them.
(pls reblog if you can? I put so much work into these lol)
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broosepayne · 28 days ago
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yenvengerberg · 6 days ago
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i hate what bingeing culture has turned the consumption of media into. the pressure to watch everything all at once as soon as it drops otherwise you simply can't go onto social media or 'it's your own fault, you should know better!', the way it forms a dread around shows you know you can't watch straight away because of life commitments when you should be excited for them, and the way buzz only lasts for a few days before inevitably, everyone moves on and forgets about it. i just wish i could return to the excitement of weekly releases that kept me guessing for months on end and fostered a discussion around media
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spill-that-anxietea · 2 months ago
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I think I’ve found that some media is more fun to consume through fandom, and other media should be consumed without fandom entirely.
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c0rvidski · 2 months ago
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its LITERALLY them……
anyway hello hi i have . a tumblr now!
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willowser · 3 months ago
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i keep going back to this thought of like adult, pro-hero, brick-wall-of-a-man bakugou still being just so insecure. like he works hard for his body and he's not stupid, he knows that it's strong and is what it needs to be for his line of work, for being a pro, for protecting those that he loves—but he's always had an issue with...people.
yeah, as an older man, that's fallen away some and he's learned to let go of all the little battles he wants to start, how to ignore challenges that aren't there, but he's still bakugou, and people have this perception of him and his personality and attitude and he knows it's not unfounded, but...what good is there to say about him, really? that he's got a fit body? big fucking whoop.
a hot body isn't what's gonna keep you around.
and it's frustrating, because you smile at him and laugh at the shitty things he says and you forgive him, even when he can't apologize, and you understand the space he just needs sometimes. there are days when he wants to sleep alone because he'd done it all of his life, until you came around, and there are days he doesn't want to speak—to you or anybody—because every little thing is grating on his nerves, there are days when he wants to get out of the house and fuck off to hike, somewhere far without cell service, and only come back once he's sweaty and tired and in need of a shower.
and that's—he's not stupid. who wants to put up with that? him, and all that he entails? all you have to just accept, because he doesn't know how to change it.
it's not as if he doesn't want to spend time with you; some days that's all he wants. your attention, your touch, your little affections, your approval. a reminder that you do still love him, even after everything, and yeah, you say it every night and every morning and before you hang up the phone, but—what about all the times in between? even when he wants to be alone, he still thinks about you, too much maybe, for how much space he's willingly created for himself.
the face you make when you eat something too soon from the oven or when you pretend not to cry at some stupid movie. the shirt you wore last thursday and how well the color looked against your skin. how warm you are first thing in the morning, when he rolls over to make sure you're still there. what you smell like right out of the shower—do you smell like him, on the days you wear his shirts out of the house? does it make you think about him, too, all day? do you even like the way he smells or the way he dresses? how he cuts his hair or the shoes he wears on casual days, when he doesn't have to go work and he's not having dinner with his witch of a mother?
you're...attracted to him. right? gotta be, because if you aren't then all you have is his personality and that—there's just no fucking way. you've gotta be, because you kiss him and touch him and bother him in the shower and sometimes he looks at you across the table and you're giving him this look that drives him fucking crazy and—he's just bad at asking for things, for anything. 'specially for you.
sometimes you make him feel like a virgin fucking schoolboy, that doesn't know how to touch or be touched and so he does petty shit, little things that are supposed to drive you crazy, too. not like he really knows for sure, because the minute you look too long when he's shirtless, he wants to launch his own embarrassing ass off a cliff. he'll never admit to it, but yeah, he eats strawberries that way on purpose, messy while watching you, and he stands at the edge of your bed in a low-slung towel until he's nearly dry, just furthering some mindless conversation so that you'll stay awake and looking at him. when he's at the gym, he'll send a snapchat he took way too long posing for, just to respond with a "yeah", or he'll pretend he doesn't know why it's a big deal that he decided to forgo boxer briefs under his sweatpants.
bakugou wants to be wanted, but he doesn't know how to make himself worth wanting, and doesn't know how to ask either—but he's learning; placing his face between your shoulderblades when he wants you to turn to him in bed, resting his forehead on your knee when he's sorry and can't say why, drawing a heart on a sticky note, quick and shitty, before he has time to get embarrassed, nipping at the skin under your earlobe when he wants you, the blush on his cheeks probably searing into the skin of your neck.
insecure but trying, trusting. isn't that what love is anyway?
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nekogaaaaaaa · 3 months ago
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No, I won't draw adrinette fanarts without Felix in it
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reservecourses · 5 months ago
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I would much rather welcome people into the queer community despite not understanding their identities or how their identity makes them queer than let them feel ostracized and unsafe in other spaces. If someone feels queer, then that's queer.
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feralnumberfive · 3 days ago
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Five: Yeah we've won twice in the past, this new timeline doesn't seem too bad. We've got this :)
The Kugelblitz that Grace views as a god that also killed Marcus and Mr. Pennycrumb:
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pencilscratchins · 5 months ago
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the smoking weed to drawing supernatrual fan art pipeline. scientists (namely me) are baffled [ID in alt text]
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snailpups · 4 months ago
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i kept waiting for someone else to do this and i havent seen it yet, so im taking matters into my own hands. uploaded as individual pngs for whatever purposes you might have for these
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shadeswift99 · 4 months ago
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I love how most mobs in Minecraft are either mindless undead, monsters who attack on instinct, or something whose aggression is drawn by violating some social convention, and then there's witches. This random human has magic and they REALLY hate you. Here have a harming potion because fuck you that's why
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obsob · 4 months ago
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knight of swords
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jongens2014 · 5 months ago
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midtown-parker · 7 months ago
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dylan o’brien deserves the kind of career tom holland and timothée chalamet have there i said it
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medusa-was-innocent · a year ago
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If this isn’t love I don’t know what is
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castudies · 2 months ago
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Ok the number of times I’ve seen that post “how to study when you’re tired” on my dash is genuinely concerning. Please don’t force yourself to study when you’re tired. Go to sleep. Take a nap. Close your eyes. I assure you that is the one and only correct response. If you’re tired, your body quite literally needs you to listen. I can promise you that following any advice which prioritizes productivity over basic needs like sleep will cause you so much more harm in the long run than it’s worth
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jnpie · 5 months ago
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“Never giving up” doesn’t mean pushing yourself to your very limits. Be gentle with yourself. Even if all you accomplished today was as tiny as washing one single cup and not putting it away afterwards. It’s what he would want.
I have thrived off of Papyrus encouragement for 2.5 years now but only today did this flavor of it really resonate with me.
I used to think that never giving up meant I needed to work as hard as I could manage....every single day....until all my work was through....
But this work will never be through. And I know he wouldn’t be that exacting of me. So I really shouldn’t do it to myself. It’s very bad for me.
There are too many chores to count that need to be done in my house. It isn’t for lack of work. It’s just more than one person could ever manage even halfway. Every day I take one step forward and two steps back and I have been driven to despair by it so many times before. But I want things to change this year.
If I measure my success based on the observable tangible effects of my work I will never not feel like an utter failure. Because my job is to take care of things that are constantly undoing themselves.
Maybe that’s why renovating the house meant so much to me, and why I want to go back so desperately. The effects of my work are obvious and even impressive. It feels like I accomplished something. I would rather go home and work out in the woods, or install window blinds and a new front door than wash the dishes even one more time.
Maybe that’s one reason why I love creating things. Because once I’ve made it it exists permanently.
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