#but yeah just wanted to share

[quiveringdeer]

Doomscrolling as one does and this video hit so hard! And then this comment!!

[mienar]

the wandering painter, part one

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[fumifooms]

Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…

[spacizia]

he’s just a swinging space age bachelor man!!!!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

filler

[gub-the-alien]

I hope it's alright to post this-

Old doodle I have of @hugsarethugs reverse AU !! Very cool I love them

[kakyogay]

a wee little espilver crumb for the 4 espilver fans out there <3

going from maining sonadow to really getting into espilver feels like losing millions of dollars and begging for spare coins on the street like ough

also while on the topic of dumb little gay idiots uh I do still have a couple somewhat old sonadow things I can share (totally not also using this to get more eyes on the post nahhh nahh I would never!!)

here's to hoping that that big drawing at the top can cure the absolute horrible brain fog and art block I've been having for the past few days ough

[cosmicdenro]

hey... read my bee & longarm/shockwave thoughts...

i wont say it always since i don't mind when others do see it! but i don't see them as romantic, just one-sided closeness from Longarm/Shockwave but Bee only sees her as a cool bot, not really a friend like Bulkhead.. (even though at the bootcamp he was Not nice to him. i like to believe they are just like that to each other in the future <3 i see them + prowl as queerplatonic anyway so! hehe)

I just think i got super attached to that one scene of Shockwave getting beat up by Bulk after getting distracted by Bee on the moon. how the hell did she get so easily overpowered in that moment. she missed them so much. she can't give them anything anymore to make them like her again. god i could write an essay on her yearning to be a friend but is too committed to the religion of Megatron, therefore missing out on what it meant to live. this oddly got very personal due to my conservative upbringing LMAOO

[ominous-signs]

Ok this is only...tangentially related to the blog but I keep seeing videos of this artist who randomly helps redesign random signs (usually adverts) in New York city, and I really love his work and wanted to share it with others

Just some examples of his redesigns:

[elodieunderglass]

Eggs for Killie is over!

I award myself the 150th egg for all of the little bits of art. Thank you so much for inspiring me to make them! It’s been really amazing to see all the hard work and to truly appreciate the wide range of crafts and activities everyone can do. Bobbin lace? Shoemaking? Knife forging? Translating Irish? It’s genuinely incredible.

I also really appreciated the people who were taking a rest, too. Thank you for that as well.

And I SUPER, SUPER appreciate everyone who was going through saying encouraging words, leaving replies/reblogging with comments, or liking all these posts. That was also a huge outpouring of kindness and time. I saw you doing it (and tried to make sure OPs did too) and any credit for people feeling empowered? That’s for YOU.

I know for a fact that people were following each other simply because they spotted one of their people through doing this. Thank you for being here - and being brave enough to find each other! 

If you have a project you were working on specifically for this, and missed the inbox, drop me a message - I don’t want to miss you.

150 eggs x 60g (weight of medium-large chicken egg) is 9000g of eggs.

That’s 16.8% of Killie’s body weight in eggs.

I am planning to write a book about Killie and I think it will be very VERY funny to acknowledge every single username who contributed in the acknowledgements…

…. Because I am planning to throw them back at you.

Now rest up, everyone. April Fools tomorrow, we gotta make the REST of the website unusable.

[tornado1992]

I get the appeal of Sonic the Hedgehog being its own urban legend in his world (IDW can we now call it earth) like, a blue blur that appears out of nowhere, destroys some robots, maybe picks up some wildflowers while he saves entire civilizations like it's just a walk in the park and just a few people get as much of a glimpse of him from up close (and that means you're also getting a close glimpse to this week's god of destruction so maybe be careful with that)? it is really cool, but the side of Sonic that is well renewed, the one that it's known by the world as a protector, a hero to some level, the side thay annoys restoration members, the side that gets recognized by the masses, praised by children, feared by villains and admired by almost everyone to a certain level... one that is big enough for him to get bootleg merch? It's just really funny to me like

Popular is an understatement

[boiledkwamaegg]

Don't ever stop being insane about the blorbo. It's good for the soul

[ch1zzie]

Had this in my pocket for a while so here u gooooo

SCARY MONTH

[stars-obsession-pit]

Hello! Can do a chapter fic off this fic prompt Danny phantom x dc: https://www.tumblr.com/corkinavoid/767516270934556672/dpxdc-legal-power?source=share

This isn’t a one-to-one recreation of that dialogue but it’s based on that as a framework/premise

Batman dropped down into the room behind a pair of figures—a teenage boy and a slumped adult—letting his landing create an audible thump to alert them of his presence.

If the teen noticed, he didn’t react. Even as Bruce approached, he continued to stare impassively at the wheezing figure on the ground, an old wooden bat with flaking green paint on its side loosely held in his right hand. Bruce had already suspected who the figure would be since he arrived, but seeing the Joker so broken was still bizarre. No laughing, no schemes. He didn’t even seem to be attempting to escape his binds, just… lying there, almost as if pinned in place.

Bruce paused a step behind the teen. “I don’t know what the Joker did to you, but this isn’t the right way to go about this.”

The teen scoffed, and Bruce felt a painful lurch in his chest as he was reminded oh so strongly of his son Jason. “And what, let him go kill more people?”

“I know he deserves to face justice, but not like this. Everyone deserves a right to fair trial. No one person should be judge, jury, and executioner.”

The teen turned to look at him with glowing green eyes, and Batman felt himself freeze. He had faced gods before, yet even using that as a comparison felt like an understatement. The boy’s eyes belonged to someone far older than his teenage form implied, and they radiated power. Inevitability.

When the teen—no, the entity—spoke again, his words carried an unearthly echo. “Perhaps, but I’m not acting for just myself.” He paused, glanced down at the Joker, then asked almost conversationally, “Do you know how many people he’s killed?”

Another pause, but before Bruce could even try to answer, the entity continued, “Eight hundred and fifty-six. He’s ended the lives of eight hundred and fifty-six human souls. I can tell you about every single one, if you want. About who they were, what their dreams were before he killed them. About the pain they felt at his hands.”

He punctuated the word ‘pain’ by raising up the wooden bat in his hands and ramming its end down onto the Joker’s arm. He let out a wheeze, muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“I have a duty to my people. I am the King of the In-Between and of all the souls that pass through it—even ones whose stays were as brief as his. I am the rightful arbiter of his fate. And with that power, I sentence him to death.”

He raised the bat again, adjusting his grip so he’d hit with the side rather than the end this time, then paused and let out a chuckle. “Of course, just because it’s based on some justice doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with it too.” He swung the bat down, slamming it into the Joker’s side, then hooked it under the clown’s torso and flicked him up through the air to slam into the wall. “We all really hate this guy.”

With the entity’s attention fully turned away from him as he sauntered towards the Joker’s slumped figure, Bruce could finally unfreeze himself.

Even if the Ghost King did have the right to pass judgement on Joker, Bruce still couldn’t let torture go on like this. He wouldn’t win a direct fight, but he could hopefully at least grab the Joker and bring him over to the police. Carefully, he reached for some of the smoke bombs and batarangs on his belt and readied his grapple. He’d have to do this very, very fast.

But before he could move, another figure entered the scene. Red Hood, emerging from the shadows on the far side of the room, an unexpected bit of a pep to his step.

“Nice to see someone else who gets that that bastard needs to die. But if I may make a suggestion, how ‘bout you use a crowbar instead of that old bat? It’d be a bit more… fitting.”

[arcanegifs]

made a reddit account, shared a few gifs, and now I’m shadowbanned smh 😂

[heatlightning-mp3]

hey. gonna try and make this short. i am finally out of arizona and with my boyfriend which is VERY exciting. health is still pretty bad, though - just got discharged from hospital this afternoon. i couldnt bring any of my meds with me and medicaid wont cover out of state rxes so i need to get as many as i can afford out of pocket until i can in to establish w/ a new pcp. also only have my walker with me - gonna have to save up for a used folding electric wheelchair so i can stop being housebound because my previous is broken and still in az lol

please help 🙏🏽 need to get my meds filled tomorrow, ive been off them way too long now and it feels pretty shitty ngl

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