#<- cant remember which one i use

[bruhman745]

I made some pronoun pins!!!

I figured I should share them here!!! I keep forgetting that I can share my art on tumblr (whoops), but here they are!!

I really wanted to design some pronoun pins that are actually fun and have my interests on them, so I drew some sleepy, spacey kitties and made them holographic!!! I'm really proud of how they turned out, and if yall have specific pronouns (and maybe color combos for them?) you wanna see next, pls lmk!! I wanna get a good poll going, but otherwise I'm for sure making it/its and any pronouns pins next!

YOU CAN GET THEM ON MY KO-FI HERE!!!

Shipping might take a bit since I need to go and get the right size envelopes to make sure they're all nice and protected!!! If you want to check out more of my work you can go to my Instagram here!!!

RB'S ARE SUPER APPRECIATED <333 ESPECIALLY ONES WITH FEEDBACK!!!

[munch-mumbles]

khan metro is such a funny fucking character i love the sections of the games where we have to follow him for a while because 90% of the time hes just giving you wisdom about how the metro is alive or whatever and 10% of the time youre on some insane jackass shit

WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOINNGGG

[newspecies]

"the vast majority of legal persecution against early queers was focused on men" ARE YOU INSANE

[puppyeared]

Pajamas

[iraprince]

thinking a lot about dearly-come-by recently :) thought u would like 2 know

ANSWERING THIS LATE BC IVE BEEN WANTING TO HOLD OFF TIL I COULD DRAW A NICE DEARLY but that's silly.

special limited edition phone finger dearly. THANK U!!! IT IS NICE TO KNOW

[l-e-i-k-o]

redoing old sims from my 2020-2021 sim era <3.

[bakedbybeanss]

🔥

as always i got ace attorney on the brain so:

manfred von karma deserves better from fandom. he is not this perfect amazing man or father, but thats okay. i think he genuinely does try for a while until perfection revenge wins out in his brain. is this partly bcuz i have very specific ideas for transiska von karma ?? maybe. but also i like the idea that he CAN be soft and caring in his own way (highly recommend this fic by RokettoMusashi btw)

"he killed miles father !! and then took him in !!" yeah, idk why he did that either, but i dont think the sole reason was "oh yes im gonna get revenge on the guy i already killed by taking his son."

(i wanna say also that its perfectly okay to write him however you want (within reason). im not the manfred police and i dont want to be)

like please imagine with me for just a moment manfred von karma, drowning in paperwork, taking five minutes to braid little fran's hair. and FAILING AT IT !! so he vows to become the best hair-braider of all time in the entire world. he looks down upon men who think its not manly to know how to do hair. "what do you mean you dont know how to put your daughters hair into 'space buns'??? weak" like picture it with me okay do you see it do you see the vision do you understa

[ryssbelle]

Had a 12 hour or so call with my friends and made some doodles of my fav moments

[silverlininghills]

another theory abt the Ned's Cozy Fireplace video

since everyone's been talking abt the video again lately, it reminded me that i had been testing a hypothesis back when the video first came out, and then promptly forgot abt it for the next two months sdklfjdkf anyway! i have since finished testing the hypothesis and am ready to turn it into a full fledged theory! here it is:

i think the length of each cycle (AKA how much time each repetition of all 20 songs takes) translates to a date, usually in june

here's the super simple breakdown:

:CYCLE: :LENGTH: :DATE: Cycle 1 - 1:06:06.333 - Thu, June 6th Cycle 2 - 1:06:09.458 - Sun, June 9th Cycle 3 - 1:06:17.375 - Mon, June 17th Cycle 4 - 1:06:20.083 - Thu, June 20th Cycle 5 - 1:05:56.542 - Fri, May 17th* Cycle 6 - 1:06:07.000 - Fri, June 7th Cycle 7 - 1:06:10.792 - Mon, June 10th Cycle 8 - 1:06:11.167 - Tue, June 11th Cycle 9 - 1:06:13.878 - Thu, June 13th

aaaaaaand if you'd like a more detailed breakdown of how i got those numbers, that'll be under the cut:

so here's what i did:

i downloaded the full 10 hour video and imported it into audacity

i split each cycle into clips starting on the same exact millisecond

i verified that the clips were synced to the bit

i checked the length of each clip

note: i didn't include the intro (the bit before the first CSTY starts), and i counted the end of cycle 9 as when the torches disappeared from the screen (down to the frame)

as you can see, all but one cycle fits the month/day pattern, the exception being cycle 5. however, that one has the video of tyler working on music which starts at exactly 5:17:00, so my guess is that that's why it has an invalid date (to draw our attention to the date within the cycle).

anyway! would love to hear ppl's thoughts on what the significance of those dates is. tour dates maybe? or days dmaorg will update? maybe they're not dates at all, and the timestamps are supposed to be used some other way. no clue! but they do feel like they're supposed to mean something.

[paperzombiie]

oh shoot I forgot I drew these once discussing a bandAU in the Hermes discord server with Charon being a gutural singer and having a heavy metal band with the chthonic brothers

purely self indulgent, I just wanted to see human Charon in a spiky leather jacket looking all badass and whatnot

[captainshyguy]

getting real tired of the underlying 'well trans guys arent AS oppresed so who cares what they think' implications to posts ive been seeing recently, like. we did this with ace people already guys. can we fucking not

[domoz]

Founders have me writing like crazy it seems. Another fic, cw for child abuse in this one. It gets nasty.

It's a beautiful spring evening when Hashirama decides that he needs to kill his father.

When his legs give out for the fifth time, Hashirama isn't able to force himself up again.

To say chichiue had been unhappy with what had happened at the Naka River would be an understatement. Hashirama had kept his head bowed through a long, long lecture, insisted over and over that he hadn't known because ignorance might be the only thing that could save him.

Punishment has been brutal, regardless. He's been taking his smaller than usual meals alone in his room, and even those have been more sparse than usual, because every waking has been consumed with ceaseless training.

"When you see that boy on the battlefield, you'll kill him."

Hashirama shudders and turns his face into the dirt. He won't, and that will probably end up worse for him than this, but that still isn't enough to make him willing to do it.

(Madara was like him. Madara wanted peace. Peace could mean that no one would be forced to do something like this ever again).

For the moment, though, Hashirama can't get his legs to cooperate. Today he'd been training his mokuton ('until you have enough wood to rebuild the whole compound twice over'), and he'd tried, he always tries, but he's never, not in his life, been this low on chakra before. The lack of it makes him feel dizzy and nauseous and cold, seems to amplify all the aches and pains of the last few days. He'd pulled a splinter out of his hand earlier and the spot has been aching and stinging for hours when normally he would have forgotten about it minutes after it happened.

He's exhausted and miserable, and his eyes are burning with unshed tears because letting them fall will mean he probably doesn’t even get to eat tonight. He's already going to be in trouble enough for falling again--

"Boy, you better not be taking a break." Butsuma's voice calls, far away as first but getting louder, "You're not even halfway done."

Hashirama's voice catches in his parched throat -- he's got no idea whether it'll be safer for him to admit the truth or make an excuse. Before he can decide, his brother's voice chimes in, and oh he hadn't even known Tobirama was here.

"Chichiue, he's low on chakra." It's said so matter-of-fact that Hashirama can't tell if he's being judged for it or not. But he's really not the happiest with Tobirama right now and in a poor mood anyways so all he feels at the comment Is a spike of anger harsh enough to send the tears he's been hold back spilling down his cheeks.

Why did you have to tell him that? Why do you keep ruining things?

Butsuma clicks his tongue.

"Shameful. But low chakra is not a reason for him to be on his back. Or crying."

Hashirama can only see the purpling sky, but he can hear the sneer in his father's voice.

"I just don't know what to do with you, boy. Maybe a real punishment is in order. To start with, no meals until you're done with this."

Hashirama stifles a sob. Fuck, but he's hungry. There's a heavy sigh from his father, but it's Tobirama's voice he hears next.

"Chichiue, is that… Wise?"

There is a heavy pause; Hashirama musters the strength to lift his head and is treated to a sight he wishes wasn't familiar. Tobirama's thin back is between him and Butsuma. His arms are crossed this time, but Hashirama knows his intent. His little brother trying to protect him, again.

This is your fault in the first place! A wounded part of his heart screams, but already he feels guilty for the thought.

(How was Tobirama to know who he'd been meeting? How was he to do anything but worry when his brother kept disappearing so soon after their last one had died? How was he to say no to an order?)

"It's just --" Tobirama's voice is uncharacteristically hesitant, "Harsh training is well and good, but if he's not able to recover his strength then he won't be able to act should an emergency happen. Right now, he'd be useless in a battle."

There is a weighty silence, one that stretches on long enough that it makes Hashirama's heart flutter with hope -- maybe Tobirama's words have managed to convince him, again.

"I have no intention of letting him go to battle until I'm sure he's learned his lesson." Another pause, and then "…You're more troublesome than you let on, boy."

Those words aren't meant for Hashirama. Tobirama stiffens just enough to be perceptible, and if Hashirama can see it in the state that he's in, there's no way that Butsuma missed it.

"That's what I thought. Tobirama, on your knees. I think you both need to understand something."

Tobirama hesitates for the barest moment before sinking down. He knows better than to protest in this situation. Hashirama struggles to roll over enough to see what is happening. To see how Butsuma has knelt down across from Tobirama to grab his chin in a bruising grip, how Tobirama's hands are fisted tight in the fabric of his pants.

"When I teach you that shinobi aren't to show emotions, what I mean is that they can't let their feelings affect their decisions." He forces Tobirama's face to turn, to meet Hashirama's wide eyes with his own, "But if you had taken that lesson to heart you would have seen how much better off your brother would be if he understood. You may hide what you feel, but I can see now how much you let those feelings rule you. You'd rather spare your brother pain than have him grow stronger and survive."

Butsuma reaches for a pouch and, and with his other hand he draws out a kunai. Tobirama doesn't struggle as it's pushed to his cheek, but instead goes very, very still. Hashirama's stomach swoops -- he wouldn't, he wouldn't--

"And you, Hashirama… I don't know what to do about that bleeding heart of yours. But you need to understand, if you're going to open yourself up to whatever poor kid with a sob story you meet in the woods you need to be strong enough to make certain that it can't hurt you."

He squeezes Tobirama's face, applies pressure. The kunai bites deep into his brother's cheek. Tobirama jerks in his hold and lets out an awful, warbled whine before cutting himself off.

"Stop." Begs Hashirama, voice breaking, He tries to push himself up only for his arms to give out from under him, "Stop it. Stop it!"

"If you want it to stop --" Says Butsuma, forcing Tobirama's face to turn the other direction and digging the kunai in to the other side, perfectly matching the first cut. "-- Then stop me. Get strong enough to stop me."

But Hashirama can't stand up. There's no sudden burst of strength -- he used that up ages ago. All he can manage is to drag himself a few inches forward through the dirt, fingers just able to reach where a spot of blood (his brother's blood!) has been flung to the ground.

"Please." His voice is hoarse, "Please, I understand. Please stop."

The look Butsuma levels at him is cold, a frown that says he doesn't believe him.

He tilts up Tobirama's head, cuts a final slash into his chin, before letting go. Standing up, stepping back, uncaring of the way his son has dropped to the ground like a puppet with it's strings cut.

"Guard your heart or grow strong enough to keep it safe, Hashirama. Those are your options."

He turns, leaves them alone on the training field under a rapidly darkening sky. It's only when he's out of sight that Hashirama feels sensation return to his limbs, feels just how hard his heart is pounding. Hears the near silent drip of blood onto the ground from Tobirama --

His breath hitches but he can't lose his head yet, his brother, his last baby brother, still hasn't moved.

"Tobi." He calls roughly, but there's still no reaction, "Tobi. Tobirama!"

When he finally pulls himself close enough, he reaches for his brother's hand, ignores the way it's trembling and sticky with blood (so much blood but it's fine, Tobirama has to be fine, head wounds just bleed more than most--). Only when he touches Tobirama does his brother react. Jerks away from him -- finally looks at him, but it's with eyes that are completely empty.

"We can't." Tobirama's voice is quiet. It cracks, but his little brother does not cry, even now, "He's waiting to see what we'll do."

Waiting to see if they'll turn to each other, he means.

"Tobi…" He calls, as Tobirama mechanically pushes himself to his feet, pulls his hand away. He wants to do something, needs to do something, to make this even a little okay, but he knows Tobirama is right, that if they try to help each other now the lesson will only repeat itself.

Tobirama shakes his head, walks towards the main house with his head ducked low, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

And Hashirama still can't force himself onto his feet to follow.

He falls back onto the dirt, throat tight. A few more tears spill out, but not many. He doesn't have anything left in him to cry.

He feels -- empty. He thinks he should be feeling more but all that's left behind his breastbone is hollow. And if he feels like this, than Tobirama must be…

He broke something, Hashirama thinks hysterically, He broke something in me and I think he might have broken Tobirama, too.

There's a bile building in the back of his throat as the realizations hit him. He can't let that happen again, won't survive if it does.

If you want to stop me, then stop me. Get strong enough to stop me.

That had been the lesson. Maybe Hashirama can finally learn this one.

The determination to build peace and a village had made him feel warm. The determination to do this settles like lead in his guts.

If any of his dreams are going to happen, he needs to get strong enough to stop his father.

[cptnbeefheart]

kind of wonky quality photo of a ray davies portrait in my sketchbook from two-ish years ago (i think) // my art

[todayisafridaynight]

I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh

hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]

i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..

[puppyeared]

When you backread through a fun conversation you had with someone for hours an angel gets its wings

[ninjasmudge]

Okay, since Wèi Dòu is a warrior, what's her go to weapon?