#outside of queue

[ryssbelle]

Mickey mouse cartoon reference go brrr

#my art #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls au #not the only one au #n2 au #trolls john dory #trolls floyd #im not here this is queued #i keep forgetting to use my queue tag lmao #this could also apply to outside au im just used to drawing the au designs lol #i forget sometimes what they look like and that floyd doesnt wear a jacket #i love his commitment to the shirtless life but also #he looks cute with his wittle jacket #so im keeping it forever #i actually have a doodle from before the au of him wearing this jacket it was my first time drawing him #maybe ill post it with the first drawing i ever did of bruce #cuz both were done on the same day and were fun! #but ye anyway i was watching mickey mouse cartoon clips and i was like this is the guys #this is the sillies lol

[legacydevice]

Apple Power Macintosh 7100/80

#please someone tell me about whatever is going on with this one bc ummm this looks super cool #also posting this now outside the queue bc im very curious #uploads #tech #computer #techcore #old tech #retro tech #vintage tech #90s #apple

[sparknoteslitmemes]

#the outsiders #stay gold ponyboy #spark notes twitter #spark notes #spark notes meme #spark notes killing the queue #literature meme #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders ponyboy #johnny cade

[solarpunkani]

"Oh no, someone's attracted to the aesthetics of my -punk movement but doesn't know the praxis and history behind it like I do--"

OK. Tell them. Make it a teaching moment. Everyone who's in your movement learned the background from somewhere at some point, maybe this is that point for that person. Give them a jumping off point that they can dive into later.

"Oh but I shouldn't be responsible for teaching baby -punks about the history and the how-tos and--"

OK. Then don't tell them. You don't have to be responsible for teaching people with a budding interest in your group the ins and outs and how-tos. That's fair and valid! It can be a lot of work. Someone else will handle it

"But I'm annoyed that they would try to claim to be part of/be interested in my community without knowing all the details that I know after being in it for months/years/decades, they're dumb, they're posers, they're--"

OK. Then don't engage with them, if it's that bad. Maybe someone else will come around and tell them the history, maybe they'll pick it up on their own, maybe they'll just enjoy the fashion elements for awhile.

"But they shouldn't claim to be part of the -punk community if they don't know the--"

I feel like we have a few options here. People can either talk to them, share the history, share the values, share the praxis. Or they can just chase off anyone who even thinks about dipping a toe in their community, and then wonder why it's dying off later down the line.

I dunno, maybe I'm too naive and patient or whatever. But if people are entering your -punk spaces without knowing The Rundown of what you feel they need to know, maybe being nice about it and informing people instead of immediately assuming stupidity and malicious intent could help you make a new friend. Even the loudest voices in a space had to learn from somewhere, and not everyone has the luxury of being in the space as the History was Happening--whether it's an age thing or a not being aware of the space thing. Or maybe I just don't see what the big deal is behind people hating people who like the aesthetic of something and don't know the behind the scenes history about it yet.

Because I believe in the word 'yet.' No one comes into this world knowing everything about everything, and we're all constantly learning new things. I'm not gonna degrade someone and call them a poser for not knowing what I know. Because if it were me, interested in a scene but getting chased out and called a poser? I wouldn't hit the books and study up, I'd go 'that fuckin sucks, those people sucked' and then avoid anyone and anything having to do with it.

So chase people off and call them posers if you want. But if your community starts dwindling, don't be fucking shocked.

#out of queue #ani rambles #punks and posers #i cant even call this a 4am hot take because its 7pm but like #idk i keep seeing posts about like 'how DARE people think I bought my punk clothes how DARE they not know the how-tos and DIYs' #or 'ugh people only care about the ~aesthetics~ of my movement if you don't know shit get out of here' and like #maybe I'm just a shy ass introverted nerd whos scared of social rejection! but I avoid that shit like the plague #so if someone were to reject me based on not knowing about something I'd never even heard about? something i was JUST getting into? #there's a high chance I'd just scram and never look back. i don't wanna be the one who causes that emotion in someone else #granted this is coming from someone who STILL doesn't know how to make her own patches or worked up the courage to do direct action praxis #outside of offering neighbors to my tomatoes and trying to talk to people about what I'm passionate about #but still imo unless someone's a malicious intentional bad actor i dont see the point in scaring newbies off #thats how movements die imo #i know this is my solarpunk blog but its not a solarpunk specific thing #i think the main post that inspired this was about store-bought versus self-made spiked leather jackets #which honestly just feels petty to me but who knows. #might delete later

[hedgehog-moss]

I want to know all the scandalous gossips of your village. Is that weird?

It's understandable! I'm not into gossip except when it's animal-related but as a frequent library-goer (a place mainly frequented by elderly women) I end up overhearing a lot of stuff and some of it is somewhat fascinating.

One of my favourite pieces of local gossip is about the Cursed Inn—not the main street inn which is very loved as are its owners, but another inn just outside the village, whose owners keep changing and always seem to meet a tragic end. There have been drownings, kitchen-related accidents (? I don't know), incredibly dramatic divorces, the Fire of 1982, and so on, but the inn is very well-situated (on a hilltop so all the rooms have amazing views) so it always finds new owners.

The new buyers never believe locals about the curse, of course. The people who currently run the inn bought it just before covid started (which is obviously curse-related) (well, people aren't claiming the global pandemic was caused by this modest local curse in the French countryside but you have to admit the timing is suspect), and their son's bakery in another village has recently gone out of business, which is obviously due to the fact that his relatives run the cursed inn. Why else would a bakery go out of business.

Anyway—why is the inn cursed? Because it was built with Resistance money. During WWII, Allied forces would sometimes parachute coffers of money in specific locations for resistants in the mountain maquis, to buy weapons and supplies for sabotage operations, etc, and one day this random cow herder in the village suddenly had enough money to buy this nice plot of land and start building an inn. Everyone strongly suspected he'd stumbled upon some of that parachuted money while herding his cows, and most locals shunned him and his inn (though it still prospered thanks to tourists.) The guy ended up hanging himself for unrelated reasons (family drama) (but still), then the next owners went bankrupt after trying and failing to start an additional fruit tree business on the property. Locals didn't dislike the new owners, who weren't related to the original one, but the reaction was along the lines of "of course they went bankrupt, no one's going to prosper in that place" because of cosmic justice or something. It's been 70+ years and people are still vaguely ill-disposed towards the inn that was built with resistance money and whenever something bad happens to the latest owners the general sentiment is "they live in the cursed inn, what did they expect."

#i first heard about this whole thing during covid #when people used to queue up outside the shops because we were only allowed inside one person at a time #and we were talking about small businesses that were struggling and someone said ''well the people at [hilltop inn] are struggling but #if it weren't for covid it would be for some other reason'' and everyone nodded #and i went 'why?' and someone said philosophically ''there's a curse on the place. It isn't their fault but that doesn't change the facts''

[tomaturtles]

Can you believe there's an officially licensed kawoshin childhood friends au

#kaworu nagisa #shinji ikari #kawoshin #neon genesis evangelion #campus apocalypse #gakuen datenroku #nge #nge ca #😭💖 ca baby kawoshin is so dear to meee #i lined and colored this to test out a brush set and i'm sooo in love with it. super fun to use and the crayony texture is so tasty #btw a couple sidenotes since i'll be pinning this later: #gonna be mostly inactive outside of queue for the next couple weeks bc i'll be on vacation #and also theme voting form's up on the kawoshin week blog for those who wanna vote :] #i have yet to vote bc i'm indecisive 😭 but oh well #toma draws

[anonymous-polling]

Poll:

Happy

Ides

of

March

!

#posting that outside of usual queue order so it posts on date #polls #tumblr polls #ides of march

[2knightt]

5 things dallas winston hated about you.

—even when you were on his last goddamn nerve, you were still everything to him. is he still everything to you? after all he’s put you through?

-> in no way is this me changing my style nor should this be taken seriously…i’m just bored. and sad. and bored. and i miss my boyfriend. posted on queue!! i’m probably either studying, working on asks + event, or sleeping. either one.

(I.your snarky remarks.)

“did nobody ever teach you how to properly play uno of all games?”

you asked, a chuckle in your voice as you held your one card in hand. dallas glared at you from across your table, holding 12 cards. this was the 5th game you two played. he was never one to accept defeat easily.

“this game is just fuckin’ stupid. n’ you’re a dirty lil’ cheater.” he grumbled, staring down at his all red cards, eyes shifting back to the green 3 that you had placed down. dallas wanted to say more not-so-nice words, but knowing you fully, you’d say something even worse back. he hated that about you. you always said that it was apart of your charm, he always disagreed.

“why would i ever need to cheat when you can’t seem to count?” you snapped back, brows furrowed. you referenced the fact that dallas tried to pick up only 4 when he had to pick up 6, thinking he was slick.

dallas just huffed, picking up another card from the pile before mumbling a small, ‘go.’ there was a tug at the corners of your mouth, causing you to grin a little too hard as you placed down the winning card. for the 5th time in a row. dallas threw his cards down, clicking his tongue in annoyance. he leaned back into the chair, his head turned away from you as his arms hung off the chair.

“stop bein’ a baby and help me clean this up.”

“no. it’s your house.”

“and you’re the one who’s bumming around in it. clean up with me before i let you walk those streets. again.”

(II.how important your looks were to you.)

you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, fingers running through your hair as you starred at yourself in the window of a convenience store.

“are you serious, y/n?” he asked, pockets in hand. he stopped walking when you did. he said it was so nobody hit on you. in reality, he liked it better when he had his eyes on you 24/7. he likes knowing you were safe. even for a second.

“yes, dallas. i am.” you replied with an eye roll. you grabbed your pink lip gloss, re-applying it for the 4th time today. sure, you were willing to admit it slowed you down—your focus on your looks. but were you gonna change? no! if someone doesn’t like it, who cares?

once you were done, you continued walking, leaving dallas to rush to catch up. he walked beside you after speed walking behind you for a few seconds. your lips shined under the hot tulsa sun, eyes glowing along with them. dally couldn’t help but wrap an arm around your waist.

he grew more and more aware of the men around. he held you closer, even when they paid no mind to neither you or him. he felt almost threatened for a moment.

“are you even listening?”

you chimed in, breaking his train of thought. dallas nodded, head empty. he didn’t hear a single thing you said. was he going to admit it? no. he didn’t want these other guys to know about how terrible of a boyfriend he was.

you just hummed, walking to your house in silence. any insults, compliments, comments, or cries would fall to deaf ears as of now.

(III.how you were blindly loyal.)

“i cannot believe you right now.”

“i jus’ said she was pretty. god forbid.”

he muttered as he entered your car, sitting in the passenger seat. dallas knew it’d be a terrible idea to try and make you jealous. boundaries, you’d shout. boundaries!

“i’ve told you how many times on how uncomfortable that makes me.”

“m’sorry, doll. i…i know. it was the alcohol.”

dallas lied right through his teeth. in all honesty—he’d been hoping it’d make you want to show him off. he was stupid for ever thinking you’d so something like that.

your silence scared him. you usually would’ve spat something back at him without a single thought. a sigh left your lips as you started the car, finally speaking up.

“i know.”

you muttered quietly. goddamn, maybe loyalty was gonna be the death of you. he didn’t mind much, though. at least you knew where home was. with him…right? right, y/n? he wanted to ask over and over again. dallas wanted the reassurance. he needed the support.

for what? he didn’t know. he just wanted to make sure you still felt the same way he does.

(IV.the way you fought.)

“she got you good, y/n.”

“oh, shut up, dal.”

you muttered, washing your bloodied and bruised hands under the faucet. you stood there, spacing out, letting the water run off your hands. dallas tapped you on your shoulder, snapping you out of it.

he handed you a clean shirt, a couple of bandaids in the other. you ushered him out of your bathroom, closing the door to put the clean shirt on. ‘she got you good.’ what does that even mean? was there seriously no, ‘are you okay?’ you wondered to yourself as you opened the door.

dallas sat you down on the toilet, brushing the fresh blood that slowly streamed down your cheeks with his thumb as he placed bandaids all over your face. he kissed every single one after doing so.

he wanted to make sure you still knew he likes you. that dallas winston liked you a whole lot.

“you’ll be alright, doll.” he comforted, patting your head. he thought back to your several other fights. you fought strategically and with honour. something he’d never do. but, recently, you’d been fighting just for the fun of it.

when you fought before—he felt a little angry. he didn’t like seeing you fight, but he didn’t like knowing you were good at it. knowing you were at the same level as he was at something he took pride in hurt him. dallas was frustrated at you and himself.

maybe his bad habits were rubbing off on you. a way to remember him, as dallas thought about it. he said he’d talk to you later about it. he never did.

(V.how quickly you were able to move on. faster than he ever could.)

you realized you needed better. dallas didn’t treat you like he used to. why? you didn’t know. you tried to be the best girlfriend he’d ever have, so why did he have to ruin it? was it your fault?

you kept on asking yourself questions like this when the reality of it all sunk in. that same day, you left dallas winston.

he felt his world crumble before him. this whole, self-sabotaging thing that pony warned him about was catching up to him. dallas felt hatred for you. well, at least he wanted to. he wanted to feel angry. hatred for you.

he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. even when he watched you move onto another guy. from afar, he’d see you giggle and flirt with him. like how you used to do with him.

even when you’re with someone else, you’re still everything ti dallas. would you ever forgive him if he said sorry? would sorry even fix the way he treated you?

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston x reader #this whole thing is just dallas being toxic #and just like disliking how reader is catching on #bibically accurate dallas winston technically #emotionally mature reader methinks #would modern day dallas listen to alpha male podcasts #this fic is technically me shitposting #i hate this so much #but idgaf #me coded dallas winston #queue posting my love #sleeping rn #was so not proofread #ifnore any mostakes

[xofeno]

JESSE LEE SOFFER as Mister Rogers Variety Interview (2023)

Stay in or go out? Stay in, I'm a total homebody.

#homebodies unite #jesse lee soffer #jay halstead #chicago pd #mister rogers #mr rogers #jesseleesofferedit #variety #interview #mine #queue the post to begin #ok the next few tags are a keyword experiment plz ignore #a lot of my friends make fun of me that i'm like mister rogers like i go get home trade change one cardigan sweater for the other another #come take off my shoes put on slippers get real comfy i have home out wardrobe yeah clothes when you ocd germophobe germaphobe homebody #do you separate inside and outside outfits

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Omg idk if you talk Spanish or if it’s just XXC, but with that little and wonderful doodle you gave me the amazing headcanon of XXC being bilingual and just randomly speaking Spanish out of nowhere and nobody understanding him

[TL: XXC says "don't do coke in the bathroom"]

Shout out to the Spanish speaking MXTX fans. I don't think this is remotely what you wanted. (bonus below cut, TW: Drugs)

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #xiao xingchen #xue yang #Ask #bonus comic #I'm not confident enough in my Spanish to really integrate bilingual XXC into the comic #but I love the enthusiasm and there are at least two ppl leaving spanish tags on my comics so...its soft canon here. #if spanish speakers want to throw good spanish memes at me for xxc I will do my best B*) #Maybe he transmigrated and tried to turn the tides of the story but met a even worse fate.... #I like to think he teaches Song Lan Spanish to have a secret language like the SVSSS transmigrators with (broken) English. #The bonus joke here is that it doesn't matter what language the sign is in. XY can't read. He has severe dyslexia #Its not even real coke its just sugar. He's about to have a dreadful time. But the TW is just for the visuals #EDIT: THE QUEUE BROKE and I was outside with my hands in the dirt digging (around) tubers for my mum's garden. So i didn't notice #Happy Mother's day! To the mums and those without one this year <3

[graedari]

2-for-1 deal of Jess Lives and Gets Marked AU

#graedari doodles #Marked Heart AU #dishonored #dh1 #dishonored fanart #jessamine kaldwin #dh: the outsider #daud dishonored #digital art #ipad #procreate #apple pen #i have a lot of feelings about jess living okay #and a lot of them are complicated! #but for now i can share this page of the au #graedari loves queue #graedari dh

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Genuine question for Swap and Dream, how do you put up with Ink? Me, personally, would’ve already thrown him out a window

Blue: I ADMIRE INK FOR BEING HIMSELF EVEN WHEN PEOPLE GET ANNOYED, AND IT HURTS TO SEE PEOPLE HARM HIM FOR SUCH THINGS. HE STRUGGLES A LOT WITH HIS MEMORY AND LIMITED EMOTIONS. Blue: I DON'T THINK IT HELPS THAT ONE OF HIS ONLY EMOTIONS IS FEAR-ORIGINATED ANGER.

#dream sans #swap sans #violence #caps #eye strain #a little bit #the red vial is more of a frantic urge to harm everything in sight #makes the short term memory issues worse too #can seem like fear or panic from the outside #queue

[yikes-ajax]

It's the weekend, so what am I doing? Taking pictures of my cat. (She sassed me the whole time)

#i took way too many pics of her while outside #probably gonna queue up some more so i dont post them all at once #shes just so photogenic #animals #cat #cat life #cat lovers #cat photos #cat pictures #catblr #cats of tumblr #my cat #petblr #calico cat #calico critters #calico #aesthetic cats #nature aesthetic #aesthetic #cute cats #beautiful cats #pretty cats #pets of tumblr #pet pictures #my pet cat #pet cat #outside cats #rescue cats

[spockvarietyhour]

Stargate Atlantis "Outsiders"

#Stargate Atlantis #SGA #Outsiders #Outsiders (episode) #Rodney McKay #Carson Beckett #sgaedit #stargateedit #GIF #my gifs #syfysource #tvedit #scifiedit #it's not a stargate rewatch rewatch #Hide and Queue

[leopardom]

Bojan (and Jan on the guitar) sang zitti e buoni with the crowd at the soundcheck today

#FINALLY #no video proof from me though we were just chilling outside in the ga queue listening to it #joker out