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originalartblog · 8 months
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oh whoops sorry I'll come back later 🫣
(and thank you @sensitiveheartless for being responsible for this 💖)
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kingofthering · 3 months
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endless list of random motogp things - marc marquez + preening when under the attention of older men
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alister312 · 1 year
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the competition for gay cousin is pretty fierce in the tucker/mcarthur family
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yume-fanfare · 2 years
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which shines brighter: the sunflowers or me?
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solarcas · 2 years
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POV you're Castiel and the King of Hell is trying to get on your nerves
the top is another one of @theecelestialsodomite's second-hand finds <3
[Open for better quality!]
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lunetual · 2 years
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LOVE: ‘이 순간이 영원하길 기도해 ’   ↳ tr. i pray this moment will last forever
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tacit-semantics · 2 years
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(ID in alt+ click for quality)
It’s always “why would you go into the fucked up neuron forest” and “literally what good could come from going into the fucked up neuron forest” and never “how was the fucked up neuron forest the fucked up neuron forest looked fun”
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GUYS
GUYS
I GOT AN EMAIL FROM TRUMP.
I think it’s like, a mass-sent email for all his “supporters” (yes, I’ve been Diagnosed with Trump Supporter by Trump himself, which is hilarious for a number of reasons), begging poor people to pay for his next campaign, so he can ‘Save America from Joe Biden and the Left.’ That’s President Biden to you, sucker.
Don’t know how to break it to you, buddy, but I kinda am the Left.
Like, my brother’s a full-on raging socialist, we as a family listen to Rise Against and oppose fascism as a general rule.
Wonder how he got my email, google.
Anyway, there’s an option for “donating another amount”. Wonder if I can get away with -12 dollars...
Or I could just reply with as many of his most hated photos as I can cram into email form.
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rosesradio · 1 year
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tarjapearce · 8 months
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Miguel x reader x punkmiguel?????
PRETTY PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺
Hope this makes it justice 😳 (No proofread at all I warn you.)
art by @bumbleboots_art in Ig
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The Multiverse was still a baby concept for you. All you knew was that in other universes there were exact copies of you, doing any sort of things. A doctor that would surely make your parents proud, a stripper, that would surely cause the opposite effect. It was like Barbie and her own Multiverse.
Miguel had just quirked an eyebrow when you used the metaphor. But in your universe, you were another Spiderwoman, and you had been recruited by none other than Miguel O'Hara. HQ soon turned into a second home for you.
Annoying as you were sometimes, your input had provided him a different perspective, that bit by bit, had made you earn a spot in his personal circle. You adapted well, quick learner and practical.
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Smoke filled in the place. The pressure levels from the particle accelerator had gone a bit too over the top, a miscalculation from both you and Miguel.
The explosion in the lab had created a rift, a small portal, enough for an unsettling scene stand before you, Miguel, Jessica and Hobie.
Another Miguel had gone through the rift, tearing through the fabric of space and time. But this wasn't your usual grumpy faced, sarcastic ass and perpetually tired with a chronic savior complex Miguel. No. He was just as tall as your groaning in pain boss, same facial structure. Yet he wasn't.
This portal Miguel had his hair ruffled, yet stylish, contrary to the neatly, well combed hair do you were already used by now. This Miguel had piercings in his face. His brow, and lips and ears to be more specific. He wore a leathery black jacket, the "NO FUTURE" caption drawn into it. Scruffy jeans with a studded belt and heavy boots. His fangs were out, he wore them proudly you had noticed.
Your Miguel, the one that was always grumbling about something, just stared back at him with a frown yet wide eyes. It was as if this Miguel had hung around too much Hobie, which just stared at him with a lazy approval smile.
A punk Miguel. They were face to face, seizing eachother with scrutinizing gazes. A typical 'opposite twins'. What archetype would each one be? Your Miguel would surely be the responsible and well behaved twin that would rarely to never break the rules. Describing the other would be to only make it out even more obvious.
The punk Miguel smirked at him.
"Puta madre, Qué viejo me veo." (Holy shit, I look old af)
Miguel frowned immediately as you giggled.
"¿Where am I?" The alternate version of your boss/almost lover spoke as he took in whatever his eyes could Guitar hanging upside-down his back. Just like Hobie's, hand tucked in his jacket.
"Miguel?"
"Hm?"
"Sí?"
The both turned to face you once more, speaking at unison.
"We need to send him back, as soon as we can."
"Should we give him a temporary pass?"
"No."
"Puedo oírte desde acá , jefazo." (I can hear you from here, Big boss)
Miguel scowled and faced him.
"Cállate." (Shut up)
"¿O qué?" (Or what?)
This Miguel smirked playfully.
"Alright, Alright. Let's calm down." You got in between them, nearly sandwiched between the mass of muscles and clothes to then create a bit of space between them.
"Let's play nice. We gotta figure a way to get him back home."
Punk Miguel wrapped an arm around your neck and spoke
"Gotta listen to her, old man. Don't wanna hang out in a place where you see yourself as the face of oppression. " Hobie saluted him from afar.
Ouch.
"Call me Miggy, Princesa."
Miguel's eye twitched at your stupified state and his words. You smiled at him, excitement sparkling in your eyes.
Trouble. Everything smelled like trouble. Jessica just rolled her eyes.
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Reluctantly he ended up giving Miggy a temporary pass. Technically he still was Spiderman. His suit had you like a fangirl, marveling over the littlest details. Just like Hobie but darker and meaner.
Miguel would give you tasks, sometimes absurd ones, just to keep you away from himself. Literally.
"What's so funny?" You giggled as you went through the tasks
"Oh, nothing." The not so subtle jealousy from him was endearing to you.
The rest were as fascinated as you were. Miggy and Hobie surely clicked. They would ramble on for hours about their situations and how things were going in their universes. Never in his wildest dreams Hobie would admit that this Miguel was nice to be around.
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Of course Miggy would scurry within missions whenever something caught his interest. He was more than capable in the battle field, still it was like having an unhinged different version of him. Still to this day it was bizarre to see himself acting like that. Like a total stranger.
Miguel couldn't help but wonder if he had gone through the same in his universe. He had overhead a bit of conversation with Hobie and just mentioned losing someone really important during duty. A requirement that seemed the only demand to join the Spider Club. As Miggy called it.
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"¿Nunca te relajas?" (You never catch a break?)
"No."
"¿No is everything you say?" He smirked
"No. Yes."
"Con razón hasta canas tengo." (No wonder why I have white hairs.)
"¿Puedes callarte?" (Can you shut up?)
"The only good thing of being you is that we have this princesita here." He gestured over you as you sat down on a further chair.
"Guys, play nice." You mumbled as you entered the room. Miggy smiled your way, hands hoarding you briefly and twirled your body before letting you go.
"There is no we in there."
Miggy shrugged as he eyed you
"Sharing is caring, amigo."
"I'm not your friend. Nor share."
"Déjala elegir entonces. ¿O el pensamiento libre también es una amenaza para ti? " (Let her choose then. Or free thinking is also a threat for you? )
You couldn't help to shrink further and further at his words. Your cheeks were impossibly red, your stomach fluttered. Despite the fight, the both complimented eachother so well, like black and white. What one lacked, the other compensated and viceversa.
You gulped as both Miguels set their deep red eyes on you. Expecting. A shiver ran down your spine. The alarm of an anomaly flared up, you had never ran to duty so fast.
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cythena · 18 days
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celebrity!fav getting a crush on foreign idol!reader is so cute to me.
celebrity!fav is a fellow musician, actor, athlete or whatever. either way he so popular globally but mainly japan.
celebrity!fav finds or gets shown some song by an artist overseas and it's in his head for weeks. it's such a catchy song it draws him into the entire album and eventually you're entire discography. so he spends weeks learning about you and stalking your socials. it's not like he's unfamiliar with your name but he's never found your music to suit his usual taste.
celebrity!fav stalks your socials accidentally, very pleased to see you follow him on your main. he follows you on an alternate account for everything. his official page keeps its following to a minimum and it would be embarrassing to be caught. he likes all your pictures, especially your relaxed selfies. he lies in his bed admiring your beauty before he has to get out for his own day.
celebrity!fav is absolutely estatic when scrolling on twitter and sees your announcement: a world tour. so he excitedly scrolls through dates and cities. in three months from now you'd spend almost an entire week in japan performing at three of its largest venues. he could attend every single one and afford its premium packages. you'd first arrive in tokyo, then osaka, then finish in nagoya.
celebrity!fav is calling his manager to clear his schedule for that week with no exceptions. you had his full attention for that time. he didn't wanna worry about a photoshoot, rehearsal, practice or whatever. whatever it was could wait until he returned. he didn't care that his manager immediately protested when had he hung up the phone.
celebrity!fav arrives to night one of your tokyo shows. unfortunately, he wasn't as close as he would like to be but he was still seeing you live. he purchased seats a little high but close enough to see your pretty face. he sat in an aisle with one security member next to him (only because his manager was insistent on bringing one). as the concert keeps nearing its start, he decides to post a picture of the stage with a favorite song.
celebrity!fav who gets put on the jumbotron between songs. he mentally curses for being noticed but really doesn't mind. he waves to the audience but hopes to keep it brief. he finds it amusing how they searched for him and successfully found him so he humors it. the big screen flashes the word "dance!!" so he stands and laughs it off. when he sits, it finally switches to a different audience member.
celebrity!fav gets a notification from instagram during intermission to see you liked his story and his heart drops. he grins and goes to follow you back. he opens a video from you of him dancing to your song captioned "so good! you should be my backup dancer!" he responds faster than he thought his fingers could even move. replying, "alongside you is a true dream."
celebrity!fav who spends the rest of intermission silently losing his shit because he's actually flirting with you. before you tell him you're going back onstage, you ask him if he's free tomorrow. it's your first time in tokyo after all so you'd love a guide.
personally imagined as...
satoru gojo (this whole thing was satoru coded), yuuji itadori, aoi todo, toge inumaki
kaedehara kazuha, tartaglia, wriothesley, kaveh, arataki itto, kaeya, thoma
kyojuro rengoku, giyuu tomioka, zenitsu agatsuma, genya shinazugawa
meguru bachira, yoichi isagi, hyoma chigiri, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi
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boydepartment · 3 months
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princess treatment with yuta
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a/n: trying to focus more on things i want to write so again i apologize for trying to get back in the groove with things that aren’t requests :(
warnings- none, just the standard 10 bullet pointed headcanons :) fluff n stuff
MASTERLIST
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⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ this man is the type of guy to do what he wants. idk if you guys watched the documentaries they did, but yuta stated that if he wants to do something he’s going to do it. so princess treatment towards you is almost a nonnegotiable
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ yuta will not be shy about it either, maybe a little mischievous about it, but never shy. if he picks you up something small or big from the store he is telling you or sending you a photo of it with a snarky but sweet caption.
“picked this up for you 😘”
“you mentioned this. bought it. kiss please later 💪😜”
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ if he’s in the mood, when he’s telling you that he bought you something he’ll send a goofy ass selfie with it too.
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⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ do not get me started on this next thing… any concert you like or want to go to, he is buying for the best seats for you both. IF he can’t snake his way backstage. he wants you to be able to experience what you want to experience. and he wants you to have the best of the best. especially concert experience wise.
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ VERY confident in his princess treatment skills, because it’s just him providing and doing what he wants for you. you don’t complain at all, so he barely gets worked up if someone talks to you. why would he give a fuck about what they’re saying when he knows they could never provide for you like he does.
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ if you’re wearing bulky shoes, like platform boots, and you’re too tired to walk. yuta is carrying you. he doesn’t want your feet to get dirty, and he knows how expensive those platforms (he bought them for you) are so there’s no way he’s risking dropping them.
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ whatever clothing style you like, whether it be vintage or new, he is helping you achieve whatever look or style you want. same with hair, you want your hair a certain way? okay take his card.
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ adding onto the last bullet point…. let’s say you don’t want to go to a hairstylist because you have a bit more of an alternative style. yuta will learn how to do the haircut you want and do it for you. and if he’s feeling up to it, he’d let you cut his hair too.
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ he will let you put makeup on him. ESPECIALLY if you’re in a goth, emo, or v-kei subculture. yuta will sit you on his lap or lean on the counter you’re sat on and let you do his makeup. as long as he has his hands on you he doesn’t care :P
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ yuta picks up a lot of subtle matching things for you both, he likes to know that people are aware you belong to someone. it’s not a big deal if people come up and talk to you, that itself is an ego boost because he knows they’re a loser compared to him. however, he still enjoys knowing that you have something of him on you almost at all times <3
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Not all problems, but I think quite a lot of problems with AI could be solved if you have to very clearly signpost if something was/was made with AI. Books, listicles, web articles, customer service chatbots. You should have to put on the cover or in the name or whatever that it's AI generated and name the program used.
This does not solve all AI problems, because the big problem with AI is that companies have long figured out that they can sell bullshit and will use bots to make terrible captions etc. to save a quick buck, and consumer choice means nothing if the consumer doesn't have an alternative and companies don't give a shit about providing real accesibility beyond ticking a checkbox. But it would solve problems like horribly inaccurate AI-generated history articles or press releases skimming from bad sources, or mass produced AI books drowning markets with incoherent trash or telling foragers to eat toxic mushrooms. A good half of the problems with AI are because the AI is faking being a human.
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Communication and a Question for the Fandom
I started this off thinking I would end up with one conclusion and I actually found myself changing it by the end. I’ve read a lot frustration with the ineffable husbands and their lack of communication. “You don’t ever talk to each other" and "You never say what you’re really thinking.”
Now, that may be true. But also, throughout both seasons, we have seen repeatedly how they have been under surveillance too. 
Not just visual
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But audio as well… Sign in Hell: Be Careful What You Say. But there’s more to the sign itself. I just can’t make it out. It’s not a sign that’s featured in the extras either, which is also interesting. 
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What I could find though, in the The Devil in the Details X-Ray video was a little more of the sign, but I still can’t make out what the rest of it says:
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Which brings in my Question for the Fandom. If anyone else is able to make out rest of this, I’d be interested. (This was around the 2:05 timestamp)
Moving on, that’s not the only *Clue* about their surveillance either. We know about Hell using electronics as a means of communication. They just cut in to whatever happens to be playing at the time, right? Radio, tv, Saturday Morning Funtime… so it would make sense that they’d use it to listen too. Is the Bookshop any safer, being an embassy for Heaven and all?
And it’s hard to pinpoint exactly how either side is listening in. We all remember this interaction but really… played as a joke but what if it wasn’t? Or maybe they just hadn’t figured out the specifics yet at that point.
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Maybe there are certain “trigger words.” We see the reactions when Crowley is called “nice.” 
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Crowley tells Aziraphale to “shut up” numerous times. We hear both them say “don’t say that” a lot. 
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But also…
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Closed captioning capitalized it just like that. Interesting. (If you haven’t watched the show with cc on, I recommend it)
What does this all mean? They just don’t talk to each other? Well, no. Not necessarily. We’ve also seen them find ways around directly speaking too.
Writing it down. (Which was promptly burned)
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Aziraphale mouthing “Trust Me” during the bullet catch. Could they have had other short hands or code words? Emergency contingency plans? I personally imagine so. Side note: could they have also been using alcohol (laudanum) as cover for plausible deniability? 
“Safe spaces”? The backroom in the Bookshop that they kept going to for private conversations. We know they had alternative rendezvous locations in the first season too – the old bandstand, the number 19 bus, and the British Museum café. 
The Final Fifteen. I don’t want to take away from the emotion of the scene and I think Season 3 (come on Prime!) give us the rest of the story. I have faith in Neil Gaiman (pun sort of intended). But I will propose that the kiss may have been not only Crowley’s plead but also a misdirect or signal or other way to communicate between the two that we have yet to understand. In the end, Aziraphale was able to get the Metatron to break and divulge that the next step of the Great Plan was the Second Coming…before even leaving Earth…which was pretty impressive in itself. Was Aziraphale then able to relay anything to Crowley before the elevator? Sendarya’s video here does a great job with that very question (and others).
Most experts agree that 70-93% of communication is nonverbal and when communicating emotions, applying the 7-38-55 rule. Meaning only 7% through spoken word, 38% tone of voice, and 55% through body language. So maybe they’re not doing so bad after all. Those are just my thoughts and we’ll just have to wait and see and hope.
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billskeis · 3 months
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could you write a story where like bill is away on tour with the band and reader sees his instagram story and texts bill to complain/flirt. And could it be m!reader or gn!reader pls.
(This one)
https://www.instagram.com/stories/billkaulitz/3267364916998050112?igsh=cXl5ODl5dXA5OWlx
ᡣ𐭩 bill's instagram story
with the constant concerts, meet and greets, interviews, and being on the go, tokio hotel has been making their way through fame being the youngsters they are. how incredible!
and despite your appreciation for bill’s passion in music, you miss your boyfriend so much.
tossing and turning in your bed, you stare at the ceiling in your bedroom. boredom completely consuming you as most of your time before was spent with bill.
it was a saturday night and you had no school. with bill being gone, you resorted to any other alternatives to kill some time. unfortunately, all of your friends either had plans or just were simply out of town.
so that’s crossed off the list.
you decided to open your phone and check your social media. one of your favourite shows in the background playing and some snacks left to the side where your bedside table lay.
a highlighted rainbow ring surrounds the profile. the profile picture is familiar.. oh wait, it’s bill! you smile seeing how active your boyfriend was on his social media. what made you even happier was the fact that he had thousands—no MILLIONS of fans but he was dating YOU.
yeah that’s right.. you’re that bitch.
it didn’t occur to you until a few seconds later that bill didn’t respond to your text, but he was actively posting on instagram. how peculiar.. you decided to open the instagram story and immediately dropped your phone on your face.
“fuck—ow! bill, you little shit..”
“what the hell are you doing bill..?” tom barges into the hotel room of his little brother to retrieve god knows what.
bill jumps a bit at the unexpected voice that emits from out of nowhere. almost dropping his phone, bill fumbles around with the phone in the air as he attempts to grasp it once more.
“tom what the fuck!? you scared me,” bill rolls his eyes at his twin brother, “still didn’t answer my question,” he bends down to grab a coke from the mini fridge, popping the lid open to take a swig out of the carbonated beverage.
bill smiled at his phone as he opened the camera app once more, clicking pictures after each second and changing the angle to which he held his phone in, “just a lil’ sumthin.. for y/n of course!”
tom raised an eyebrow, “you might as well show them your dick while you’re at it.. pants hanging so low you’re like a whore,” “uh—rude first of all, and this is coming from the same person who’s rummaging through my bags for a condom?” tom stills his movements with his hands inside bill’s carrier looking for a specific piece of.. rubber…
“potato pitato bitch i live life freely..” “whatever,” as bill scrolls through the images he’s taken, he chooses the perfect one, adds a little caption and posts it to his story, “aaand done! posted!” “huh? posted?” tom questions.
“yep! on my story ;)” “i hope y/n beats your ass,” tom sighs as he begins to leave the hotel room to go god knows where—probably some one night fling he’s found during the concert, “i wouldn’t mind it,” as bill opens his story to look at his own picture and giggles to himself about it.
“now we wait.”
you stare at your phone in disbelief. now you knew bill was an expert in leaving you on edge constantly but this just does it for you.
on bill’s story it’s a picture of him, completely topless and his pants hanging so low to reveal his v-line. his waist is slim, and curves inwards. now he’s not the most fit or as active as in comparison to tom but you still adored his physique.
his nipples are out, you realize you were now drooling and begin to inhale sharply.
on top of that, his tattoos are exposed. even the new one he so declared that he wouldn’t reveal until a few years later but here we are. it’s only been a few months. now the whole world, and not only you, can see it.
you feel your face heat up, jealousy or anger. you can’t believe he’s stirring up a storm with you.
a few more seconds of you analyzing every little detail of his story, because you clearly couldn’t get enough you forgot the most important detail of them all.
the caption.
there was a little text on the screen that bill had typed to accompany the photo. in black bold text, how could you not notice this?
‘concert done, missing you more everyday ;3’
scoffing, your lips begin to curve in an upward smile as you swipe up to respond to bill’s story.
11:49pm
couldn’t have texted me back like a normal person?
11:50pm
hehe, so u saw it!
nuthin abt me is normal :>
11:52pm
ur so lucky ur not in town rn..
11:55pm
or what schatz?
11:56pm
i’d eat u, bill. >:)
11:58pm
oh noooo don’t eat me D:
i’m soo scared
12:01am
wait until u cum back..
b prepared..
12:03am
i really miss u, y/n.
i need u.
12:04am
oh ya? miss me so much? ;)
12:05am
so much baby!!
a few minutes pass, no answer.
12:10am
schatzi? where did u go T_T
*click to open photo from _*
there you lay, in bed. shirt pulled up a few to reveal your soft tummy, from the graphic of it, it appears that you’re currently in one of bill’s shirts that he originally ordered but ended up being too big for his desire so he gave it to you.
no pants, you had no pants on. bill begun to sweat as a particular tightening formed in his pants.
12:12am
y/n!! u little maus!! >:o
12:12am
oopsies :p
bill had to put down his phone to look up at the ceiling. it’s been since before the tour that bill’s got some action.
just imagining you under him, heavily breathing, mouth agape and eyes clenched with tears falling to the side of your face as he uses his thumb to swipe it away.
the uncomfortable feeling in his lower groin becomes one that is unbearable.
“fuck.”
12:26am
bill?? bb?? r u punishin me 4 the picture??
i’m sorryyyy -3- don’t ignore me
*click to open a voice message from billkaulitz*
“oh…”
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walleeli · 8 months
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“whatever keeps you around it keeps you around”
Um. I really cannot stress how much I have not recovered from listening to Unreal Unearth and reading Trimax volume 10 for the first time within a week of each other. Unparalleled experience. Thank you Trigun bookclub for your beautiful, horrible timing…
(Alternate caption: “when I was young I used to guess, are there limits to any emptiness?”)
((If you haven’t given it a listen I highly recommend Hozier’s third studio album Unreal Unearth. It’s beautiful, it’s heartbreaking, it’s a love letter to the human experience, it’s so SO layered I feel like I’m still getting new stuff out of it with every listen <3 Ok thats all thanks bye love you.))
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