#idk lads

[vuorin]

meet me at safety pin street......

#ocs #oc #collage #poetry #punk #idk lads #my art #queue'd! #reuploading these because they're scanned slightly better #YEHAWwW

[urfavssins]

humpty dumpty from puss in boots

fuck this one egg

#sin poll #puss in boots #humpty dumpty #puss in boots humpty dumpty #humpty dumpty puss in boots #shrekverse #idk lads

[charlie-in-a-beanie]

Me: why is my mental health tanking rn?

*looks at date*

Me: ah yes the ✨trauma✨

#the body remembers trauma lads #the body remembers #also I’m eating gluten again after 2 years #bc I have to have a blood test to see if it’s celiac or non-celiac gluten intolerance #which all research says is basically celiac?? #idk lads #I have tummy ache but I’m being so brave about it

[astrolotte]

alright Splatoon community, you don't suppose that.. Jelfonzo will be the Final Boss for Table-Top Battle, do you? I know the game that Jelfonzo won wasn't implied to be this game, but seeing as he's the only character we know of to be good at cards... it would be a cool cameo.

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon theory #kinda #splatoon spoilers #splatoon 3 direct #splatoon 3 direct spoilers #jelfonzo #jelonzo #splatoon jelfonzo #table-top battle #splatoon card game #card games #sunken scroll #idk lads

[tchaikovskym]

I am actually jealous of people who got praise from their parental figures. Like how does it feel to be loved bitch

#why is it that i always do everything wrong in their eyes #my grandma told me she was proud of my cousin bc she studied despite it being hard for her #and how nice it was for her not to settle for her customer service job #while for me it was 'why are you pursuing higher education. its just a waste of time. you should find a job already.' #and at this point i really do wonder if that one thing abt parental abuse was true. that they dont want you to do better than they did #themselves #or is it that im really wasting my life away with my silly degrees #idk lads

[possessionisamyth]

ill be honest, watching this freddie episode of wwdits ive got a lot of complaints that make me wonder if the writers for this ep bothered with any continuity besides the characters existing, like

nadja, shes been running this nightclub for a while and based on the bartering episode as well as the episode where she opens and gets the famous rapper its clear she knows how to get things on her terms and couldve gotten a replacement with any connections she made by her club getting so famous so quickly, plus the erotic circus cameo meant she was willing to pay people?? she couldve replaced colin like she said??? why get drunk???

guillermo has been doing this lie to get people into the house for over 10 years, but he cant keep one lie straight between his family and his boyfriend in the event he has to introduce the two???

baby colin not noticing his growth spurt when his clothes magically dont fit and he’s taller when he wakes up next???

nandor was the shitty guy he’s been all season so i want him in the ground

but like, also this episode just came off as really boring, i didnt get a single giggle out of it during the nadja and guide scenes at all, i can name some funny quotes or exchanges from every episode of this season except for this one

yes the marwa situation is horrific, but every other part of this episode doesnt even hit the comedic bar to attempt to make up for it

#aris advents #wwdits #like i wanted to be mad #but i was just like THIS IS BORING #was upset at seeing guillermo upset #but this was the second time ive seen him like that after the whole coming out episode #idk lads #this aint it #get a different writing group

[rogue-rowan]

So no “fuck you you handcuffed me”? No “I am none of your goddamn business and we’re here because you owe Joel some favors, and you can start by taking these off”? No stealing the magazine? Where the mlm/wlw hostility I was hoping for :(

#tlou show #tlou hbo #idk lads

[lotosprincess]

Hii,👋🏾😃

I'm new to tumblr so I'm just gonna say what to expect from my blog some time soon :] ( after I finish setting everything up)

I'll be posting art and talking about my "coding journey" because I think I'll understand what I've learnt more if I try to explain it to others.

I'm also working on setting up my art youtube channel so some of the things I'll post would've been solely for yt but I also want to post it here, and others would be for this place but I also want to post it on yt, so that's why some posts and videos won't really have any commentary

I'll post the link to my channel after I upload my starting video

I also think I should get a schedule for posting my art here, so after I upload my first video I'll try to post weekly

I think that's all for now, ciao!

#newbie #aspiring artist #new to tumblr #idk lads #idk what else to tag

[transgender-chiroptera]

YIPPEE YAHOO TRANS PEOPLE RISE UP!!!!!

#can you see me #trans day of visibility #transgender #bat #microbat #common pipistrelle #allegedly idk how well i captured the likeness #branching out from super heavy reference/tracing my sketches. we trying lads im still learning

[youreamonocoque]

Welcome to Jenni's had another insane dream. Putting it under the cut with a warning for murder and suicide

Okay so I can't remember much of it other than it took place in my bedroom and it went like this. A would be serial killer had snuck into my room and shot a woman named Jessie Miller in the neck. Overwhelmed with guilt this man then shot himself in the head. Now Jessie was born in 1944 and this shooting happened in 1965, in 1965 she died from her injuries. However for some reason in my dream this happened in 2023. She was still born in 1944 and she believed it to be 1965.

I woke up (as you do when two people are fucking dead and dying in your room). The killer was on the floor, dead with his photo next to him - a man with dark curly hair and plain clothes, the most stand out feature of the photo was that his eyes were wide open.

Jessie was sort of half on my bed, looking very dead but her eyes were open and so I scrambled to find a pulse, found one and began CPR and yelled for my mum. My mum called an ambulance meanwhile I kept doing chest compressions and checking Jessie's pulse. She eventually came back to and demanded I stopped "dancing on her chest" and I kept her talking, telling her who I was etc.

At some point she saw my calendar and asked me what day it was? I explained that it was the 15th of January 2023 and that I didn't know how she got here seeing as she'd died in 1965.

Anyways, the ambulance arrived and took her to the hospital and she survived the bullet to the neck. Then I had to deal with the fact that a woman who had died in the 60s was very much alive in 2023. And then I woke up.

#oversharing on this fine day #idk lads #dream's are weird #i mean at the same time as this was going on i was apparently talking to my friend about irish universities??? idk

[thecindercrow]

"Haruto-kun drew this. That's you in the middle, isn't it?”

#kiryu kazuma #like a dragon gaiden #like a dragon #lad gaiden #yakuza #yakuzaedit #ryu ga gotoku #rggedit #gamingedit #my gifs #my stuff #lad gaiden spoilers #couldn’t decide whether to gif kiryu’s next couple lines too #so I may do another gifset of that too idk

[carrotscareforyou]

just needed to get things off my chest but lowkey have a hard time coming to my friends about this because 😳

but yea, read if you wish but it's gonna be a doozy

okay so for background, i have an older brother with autism and i know he can do minor things on his own, but i know that when my parents pass, it will be my responsibility to take care of him. i know i should do so, but i just cant see myself doing so. i dont have any bad blood with him and i do care for him, but i also know that i just cant take care of him. i can barely take care of myself, for that matter. and so my mind obviously goes to the fact that i could just run away from all of my family and all of this, but then that means running from people that i still care about. i still care about my dad, i have a shaky relationship with my mom. so thats not an option. one of my other options was that either me or my brother died before my parents do. and it doesnt help that i already have suicidal thoughts, but i also know that it would devastate my family on both sides. my mom already lost one child, and she doesnt need to lose another. meanwhile i know how hard it would be on my dad to do so. but either way, there is no getting out of doing anything. i care for them, i really do, but i just dont want them in my life as a burden.

so yea, that's it

#ranting #suicide tw #death tw #family stuff #long post #??? i guess???? #idk guys yall dont gotta read #this is mostly so i can get this off my chest but i also dont wanna #worry my friends about it #even if i did talk to them about it i wouldnt know how to put it into proper words to express myself #idk lads

[the-merry-otter]

One of the gang sent this uquiz to the chat, and fkskfkskfjsg I highly recommend it, it’s funny as fuck

#UPDATE: if this post reaches 12k notes I’m gonna turn of reblogs because that is simply Too Many #I’m happy y’all are having fun but Jesus Christ lads #UPDATE: #reblog privileges have been revoked sorry gang #I’m simply not prepared to deal with this many notes #feel free to repost the quiz if you wanna #i’ll be on my merry way now #warning it has mentions of uh… intimate activities (not in depth or anything) #so if ur squeamish prolly stay clear idk

[revasserium]

waiting for winter (我期待的不是雪)

zayne; 1,616 words; fluff, pining, gn!reader, no "y/n", spoilers for lads ch.4, whipped!zayne

summary: he has never loved the winter

a/n: yes, this was inspired by that one chinese tiktok song. no, i will not elaborate.

He has never loved the winter.

But he remembers the first time he watched the snow fall reflected in your eyes — your cheeks kissed pink by the unforgiving wind, the sky a smear of white as the cold sunk into his bones. He remembers the silver bell ring of your laughter as you’d dragged him by the hand out to build a snowman, the look on your face when he’d remarked that your snowman’s nose was crooked because there were no carrots at the corner store so you’d had to make do with a potato instead.

“Look! It’s snowing!”

Zayne shakes himself into the present, glancing out of his office window at the cotton-soft flurries spinning by his windows. Across from him, you’re sitting with a muffler thrown haphazardly around your shoulders, watching the snow with an open, child-like wonder that makes his entire chest twist tight with —

He clears his throat.

“All the more reason for you to be careful — make sure to bundle up when you go outside,” he says, dropping his eyes back to your most recent health report.

You’re not sleeping enough, and your vitamin D levels are lower than he’d like. He’d hoped that becoming a Hunter would at least expose you to a decent amount of sun but then again, you had told him that Jenna’s been keeping tight reigns on you since the explosion.

“Yeah, yeah — I’ll be careful.”

He looks up, his eyes dark as he looks over the shape of you, fingers curled in your lap as you look up at him from beneath your lashes. He holds your gaze and fights to keep his expression neutral as you blush and look away, somehow reverting back to a much younger version of you — the memory of it superimposed upon the look of you now.

“You’re just as bossy as you were back then,” you say, sighing as you shrug up your shoulders like a scolded child.

Zayne scoffs, affording himself a small laugh, “Except I have a doctorate to back it up now, don’t I?”

You pout, pursing your lips. Zayne wonders, for the millionth time that day, how soft they might be beneath his own.

“I liked you better before you got your fancy creds,” you say, still pouting.

Zayne sighs, flicking off his tablet and putting it down on the table.

“Alright, what do you want?”

You blink up at him, eyes wide enough to convince anyone else of your innocence. But he knows better. He’s always known better.

“What do you mean?”

He ticks his tongue against his teeth and leans back in his chair, checking his watch.

“It’s almost lunchtime — c’mon.”

He pushes up from his desk and tugs his doctor’s coat from his shoulders, rolling them loose of the tightness that had gathered there all morning.

“Huh?”

He rounds his desk and tugs his winter coat from the back of the door, turning to fix you with a look.

“The noodle shop around the corner has your favorite as a lunch special.”

He counts down from five in his head — four, three, two —

“Really?” your face breaks into a grin wide enough to split your face. He chuckles.

“Yes, really. Are you coming?”

You stare for a second longer before leaping to your feet and bounding to his side. He reaches out to adjust your muffler, tying it tighter over the front of your chest, swatting your hand away when you try to loosen it.

“I’m going to choke!”

“Better that than for you to get sick again.”

He tugs open the door and watches you walk into the hallway, a bounce to your step that he hasn’t seen since you were both kids and he’d promised you he’d buy you sweets on the way home from school.

“How’re you so sure that the lunch specials gonna be my favorite?” you ask, pivoting on your heels and fixing him with a look, halfway down the white-washed hospital halls. Zayne takes his time buttoning up his own coat and locking his office door behind him.

“Because,” he says, voice steady as he strolls by you, glancing down with the shadow of a smile crimping his lips —

“I know you.”

* * *

He has never loved the winter.

But, he thinks as he watches you slurp down a bowl of wide-cut noodles, your cheeks flushed red with joy, he might just learn to love a winter like this.

You don’t question it when he reaches out to swipe at the corner of your mouth with this thumb, licking off the excess with a contemplative hm. But he revels in the way you swallow and blush and look away.

He wonders if you know.

He wonders if you know that you haunt him like the cold haunts him on the nights when he’s alone. He wonders if you see him the way he sees you, cast behind his eyelids like the frames of an old film whenever he closes his eyes, your smile more familiar to him than his own.

“Full?” he asks, watching as you wipe your mouth on a bit of napkin, lips stained red by the chili sauce.

“Mhm!” you nod, smiling up at him.

The noodle shop smells of chicken stock and green onions and the sharp dampness of snow on winter coats. You push the noodle bowl away and stare down at your hands.

“Are you — I mean… you have to go back to work, right?”

He can’t help but notice the note of reluctance in your voice, the way you look up at him as if hoping he’ll say no. He nods, folding his napkin into halves, and then forths. Outside, the sun is already falling toward the far horizon, casting everything in a goldenrod glow. Shadows fall long and sure along the pavement and Zayne doesn’t want to think about the endless hours of darkness ahead.

“Are you going home after this?” he asks, nodding stiffly to the waiter as he hands over his card, wordlessly pushing your hand away as you make a feeble attempt to try and snatch the receipt.

“I… was thinking about going to see a movie,” you say, thumbing at a stray thread along the edge of your coat. He watches you tug at it for a while before reaching out to take your hand in his.

“Go home,” he says, his voice level.

Your brow creases in a slight frown as you look up.

“But… I wanted to see —”

“We’ll see it this weekend,” he says, giving your hand a quick squeeze before letting go, thanking the waiter as he takes back his card and scribbles his signature on the receipt.

“We will?” you ask, blinking up at him as he stands up.

“Yes. It’s showing Saturday at 2:30 — we can get lunch before, or dinner after.”

He’s tugging on his coat when you reach up to loop his scarf around his neck, standing too close, so close he can smell the caramel milk and whipped cream of your skin. He fights down the shivers that threaten to shake down his spine as he goes still, waiting as you tuck his scarf securely around his neck.

“You never tie your scarf right,” you say, dropping back down onto your heels even as you shoulder on your own coat, cheeks dusted the most darling shade of pink Zayne has ever seen. As he watches you, he thinks it might just put the winter sun to shame.

He thinks he might thank you, or he might just bend down and kiss you — he’s uncertain all the way till you make it outside and you turn to smile up at him. And like this, with the dying sun caressing the edge of your cheek, the line of your jaw, you are nothing short of ethereal.

Zayne reaches forward, his thumb and forefinger catching your chin as he leans down.

Your gasp is little more than a hiccup of breath —

“Don’t be late,” he says, stopping mere inches from your lips, whispering the words against where your lips might be if he were a little more daring.

You hold perfectly still, your eyes round as you stare up at him, searching his face for… something — anything.

When he pulls back, he thinks you almost make to chase him. But you let his fingers drop from your skin and you tug at your muffler, toeing at the slushed-up snow on the sidewalk.

“Winter’s my favorite season, y’know,” you say. And Zayne doesn’t dare to hope. But he does — he watches you out of the corner of his eyes. Above you, all around you, the afternoon sun flickers and fades, a daytime aurora, like tendrils of some long-gone magic, coaxing willing believers toward their untimely doom.

“Hn,” he says, not trusting himself with more. He waits; you take a long breath before turning to look at him.

“You wanna know why?” you ask. And finally, finally he turns to you, his eyes catching your eyes — and in them, he sees the twisting colors of the sky reflected there, serpentine and sinuous. Ancient and inexorable. Reds and yellows, pinks and purples, bleeding into an endless, endless winter blue.

He wets his lips and swallows hard, “Why?”

You smile, and it is like the first glimmer of sun after an arctic winter’s night, and he can’t breathe for the sight of it.

“Because… it reminds me of you.”

lads requests r.... open lol

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love & deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #love & deepsace x reader #zayne x reader #zayne love and deepspace #Zayne love & deepspace #lads zayne #love and deepspace x you #lads zayne x you #love and deepspace fluff #x reader #love and deepspace fanfic #floofy floof floof #li shen #YALL LMFAO #whawt the fuck why am i down SO FUCKING BAD #i like zayne so much more in chinese LOL hes got so much more #PERSONALITY???? in chinese IDK man #and it's not the translations fault cause its just... hard to translate #but yeah LMFAO #hes cute u__u

[chiricat]

ahahaa what that’s so silly… imagine that… you and i… uhhhhhhhhh

#souyo #yu narukami #souji seta #yosuke hanamura #persona 4 #p4 #persona #cat’s art #souji is starting to win over yu for me… something happened #idk how i feel about this one lads it’s just not hittin today #honestly every day i’m like ‘todays the day! i’m gonna finally draw shuake’ #and then i wake up to souyo like Huh #akira is hard to draw. either that or i’m too afraid to draw him bc i fear i just cannot do him justice no matter what #me when i can’t draw my ult fave because hes just Too Cool and i can’t sully his image with my faults #i have a draft. someday i’ll finish my first shuake

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Yall don’t understand how obsessed I am with Danny messing with the Justice League. Like just pranking them mad wild. Or “haunting” them.

Maybe it starts as a mistake. Someone was getting close to him and he just vanished. Maybe he was walking around one of their cities cause he wanted to “see how a real hero does it” but tried to stay out of the way.

Hes following Superman and doesn’t realise hes been had. Superman keeps seeing this odd child on the edge of his vision. It’s only weird because of how quickly he is traveling. He should be followed like this. So he tests it out and flys off to somewhere far off, but secluded. Edge of some farm land would work. Trying to not give it away he doesn’t make a show of looking for the boy. He then spots him. His eyes slightly glowing as he stands in the edge of the woods. Clark focused on the boy and hears slight breaths but nothing else. Which he should have realised sooner was wrong.

He returned to the team to report this odd being following him. To also warn everyone else to be on look out just incase.

Weirdly enough it was the Flash who noticed him next. Even weirder was that he could never get close. Even with his speed which was alarming.

Cyborg started seeing the kid too. He tried using cameras to get a better look at him but nothing ever showed up. Always missing was the boy from the video. Sometimes the whole video would get distort.

Wonder Woman probably got the closest as she used a fight to get “thrown” in his direction. She got close enough to see worry about her. He seemed so concerned and like he was going to step in until he met her gaze. A whole new kind of fear crossed his features. Then he was gone.

Everyone of the main team (and even some not) reporting in of spotting the kid except for Batman. And he looked. He tried everything to see if he was being followed like the rest but nothing. He read their reports on their encounters and tried to emulate it but never saw the boy. Maybe it was all a big prank being pulled on him? He couldn’t rule it out. Still he kept up constant watch.

Then one night he was out and got into a fight. Distracted by looking for the kid he got messy. Or maybe the criminals got desperate but he didn’t notice the rocket launcher being targeted on him in time and it fired. Only then did he notice it. No time to fully get out of the way he braced for the worst. When all of a sudden a body slammed into him shoving him out of the way of the blast. They rolled onto the ground. Bruce quickly recovered and looked for his saviour. On the ground, blown slightly to his left by the explosion was a black haired teen in a white t-shirt. Before he could move the boy groaned and looked right at Bruce. The haunting blue eyes meeting his even with the mask in the way the boy knew just where to look. He was about to speak when the boys eyes went wide with fear and then nothing. The boy just vanished into this air. Bruce didn’t have much time to be stunned by this as the thugs before started to cheer, thinking they had finished off the Bat. So he went to make quick work of them before any could get away. Well now he knows hes being followed too

Danny just freaking out about Batman seeing his face. Turns out he never followed Batman unless fully invisible. All he wanted was to see how “real” heros did it. And it had been helping him with his fighting. To see how the pros are. He was always worried the “worlds greatest detective” would figure him out though so he stayed hidden. Also maybe hes a bit of a fan. I made Wonder Woman get the closest cause shes his fav probably.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #how do I tag this one lads #it’s been so long #do I tag the justice league? #idk who cares I guess lmao #im obsessed #like I love dp x dc #plus I have been dying to post for yall #miss yall so much