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[magz]

What do you mean by "trend" posts, I don't understand?

Theres a trend where

Whenever an "event" happens that brings up the subject of transmisogyny (in this case avewy being permabanned by the tumblr ceo, and the transmisogyny of the situation)

In spaces where the event is talked about a lot -

There will be an uptick of popular posts by fellow TMEs of color about black/brown transfems being ignored, as a way to "react" to the topic

But worded in ways that imply not understand the underlying issue nor why/how transmisogynoir happens, n how they too are responsible for that (magz too, but am try actively minimize it)

N sounds like ppl are talking about specimens n not like. Actual people. Or putting them on pedestals ala the surface-level cliché phrase of "but like, Marsha P. Johnson threw the first brick at stonewall"* but reinvented

And then black/brown transfems get ignored or erased or chased out again until the next event where they can be brought up as a topic. Tools of subject.

Or as specific people that they have to gain the approval of to not be seen as a bigot, but silence the ones that don't.

A thing you will often hear black n brown transfems that have been around that for too long - bemoan n groan about as a pattern. Whether in private or publicly.

A trend, a pattern. Its a form of transmisogynynoir. and a TME (magz) criticizing oneself and other TMEs abt it will have less backlash and obsession garnered towards him.

[tubapun]

Made @snapscube Penny Parker's little doodle self out of clay!! She was really fun to make, especially translating the side nose into 3d!!

I do need to get her some sort of stand for stability's sake, either that or let her be freestanding like this!!

[showfallfoodcourtemployee]

they fucking called security on us and we almost got caught, you might wanna find us and fast if you want a place to hide -Sophie

yeah so about that i went back to the food court

ermm where are you guys

[wine-porn]

Mountain Laterals

A curiosity-grab off a local shelf, it may or may no have been influenced by the “Mountain” on the label… Strong eucalyptus flows out of the staining, dark, and slightly bricking liquid–amd that’s about it. Deep brambly berry resides within–a light sorta *berry punch* in an extremely vegetal package. I expected something rustic, but there’s more than that going on here. Tasting it produces a…

[queen-scribbles]

Social rep is high enough on SF I can actually make Ody blend in for Belsavis :D

[object44object]

mycraft season 1 and 2 blended together in my mind

[lxndonorris]

racing surprise for Lando - Lando Norris (SFS24)

fem!reader x Lando Norris Theme: Smut (you've been warned) in the midst of pre-season testing, Mclaren invited you to surprise Lando x word count: 2710+ taglist: @game-set-canet another edition to the suit fitting saga 2024 (SFS24). Quite similar but I hope you like the added twist. Oh and I needed that picture so dont blame me. Next one will hopefully be este, and if you have any request, for SFS24, testing or simply something else, dont be shy and hit me up!

The air crackles with anticipation as the new season of Formula 1 looms on the horizon, heralding a fresh chapter in Lando Norris's illustrious career as a professional racing driver. With the promise of new gear, a state-of-the-art racing suit, a meticulously crafted helmet, and a gleaming Mclaren race car awaiting him, excitement pulses through his veins like the roar of an engine.

Amidst the flurry of activity in the Mclaren garage, you stand, a silent observer disguised as one of the team members. Dressed in the team's iconic orange shirt, dark pants, a cap, and sporting a headset, you blend seamlessly into the backdrop, your heart aflutter with anticipation as you await Lando's arrival.

He initially invited you himself to join him here, but you had to decline. Unbeknownst to him, his team has already reached out to you, preparing a surprise for your boyfriend. 

And then, like a whirlwind of energy and charisma, he enters the scene. Clad in his new racing suit, adorned with sponsor logos, he cuts a stroking figure. The fabric hugs his form in all the right places, accentuating his athletic build with precision and care. His curly locks framed his face, adding a touch of boyish charm to his rugged allure.

As Lando moves through the garage, his presence commands attention. There is confidence in his stride, a swagger in his step that speaks volumes about his self-assurance. He greets everyone with a warm smile and a handshake; his enthusiasm infectious. There is a genuine camaraderie between them, a sense of unity forged by their shared passion for racing.

With the assistance of two friendly mechanics who shield you from view, you watch as Lando prepares for his testing session. The air is thick with excitement and tension, a tangible buzz of anticipation that electrifies the atmosphere. The scent of his cologne lingers in the air, a subtle reminder of his proximity that sends shivers down your spine.

Each step Lando takes seems to echo purpose, his eyes alight with a belnd of determination and curiosity.

You watch from your vantage point, hidden in plain sight among the team members. As a conversation turns to the upcoming training session, Lando's demeanor shifts slightly. A curious, shy smile played on his lips as he listens closely. With a hand on his hip, he leans in slightly, his posture relaxed yet attentive.

There is a quiet determination in his gaze, a hunger to extract every ounce of potential from the testing session. He understands the importance of these moments, recognizing them as opportunities to fine-tune his skills and familiarize himself with the nuances of the new car.

You can't help but admire the way the fabric hugs his body tightly, emphasizing the curves of his backside and the strength of his arms. His movements are fluid and purposeful, each gesture imbued with quiet confidence.

With each glance, your eyes trace the lines of his suit, lingering on the subtle details that hint at the layers beneath. You know that beneath the sleek exterior lies a network of tight undergarments—fireproofs designed to protect him.

This knowledge adds an extra layer of allure to his already magnetic presence, heightening the intensity of your admiration.

As the conversation draws to a close, Lando offers a grateful nod to his mechanics. With a sense of purpose, he turns his attention toward the track, eager to put their plans into action and unleash the full extent of his talents.

With practiced ease, Lando slips into the remaining racing gear—his gloves and a tight balaclava—each movement deliberate and precise. The helmet, adorned with beautiful colors and logos, completes his ensemble, its glossy surface reflecting the glow of excitement in his eyes.

With a playful twirl, he settles into the driver's seat, his grin widening as he prepares to start testing. With a loud roar, the engine comes to life, and slowly but steadily, he makes his way out of the garage. Your stomach tightens in a mixture of anticipation and pride.

Through the crackle of the radio, his voice rings out, a symphony of exhilaration as he tackles each corner with precision and finesse. You listen intently, your heart swelling with joy as he pushes the limits of his Mclaren. You know he is so happy to be back, and you can actually see him smiling when you close your eyes. His voice is a little rougher, yet it carries his joy and passion through the radio.

Once his session is over, he returns to the garage. As Lando emerges from the cockpit of his Mclaren, he lets out a jubilant cheer with a triumphant flex of his arms. Shaking your head, you can't believe him actually doing that. Licking your lips, you still can't tear your eyes away from his arse, filling his suit fully.

The testing had been a success, and he surpassed all expectations. Running a hand across his chest, he can't help but revel in the rush of adrenaline that still courses through his veins. The fabric of his racing suit clings to him, damp with sweat from the intensity of the session—a sensational sight that you missed during the winter break.

In one swift movement, he reaches up to remove his helmet and balaclava, revealing a mop of tousled curls and a flushed complexion beneath. His lips part slightly with a satsified smirk, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he licks his lips, sending shivers down your spine. He looks so happy and excited, and you smile seeing him like that.

As he moves through the garage, shaking hands with his team members, he can't contain his joy. His tongue darts out playfully, a gesture of exuberance that shows his satisfaction with the achievements so far.

Lando chats with a few mechanics for a while, and you can tell the residual excitement from the testing session continues to surge through his veins, pulsating with every beat of his heart. He keeps stroking his chest, touching his arms, and subconsciously, he touches himself through his suit—just barely, yet it catches your attention. 

It is as if the adrenaline of the track has infused his very being, filling him with an exhilarating energy that seems to amplify with each passing moment.

Entranced by his every move, the sound of his voice, and his cologne's scent still hovering all around you, you miss the opportunity to reveal yourself—Lando has already left for his private quarters.

Leaving your headset and cap behind, you rush after him and spot him strolling through the paddock. Unable to tear your eyes away from him, captivated by the effortless grace with which he moved, you follow him. Every step seems to exude confidence, joy, and self-confidence.

As he runs a hand through his messy curls, you can't help but notice the way his hair fell in disarray, framing his face in a way that is both endearing and alluring. There is a rawness to his appearance—a sense of vulnerability—that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

And then, as if sensing your gaze, he runs a hand across his chest, a subtle gesture that speaks volumes about the excitement still running through his body. You can almost feel the electric energy radiating off him, a tangible reminder of the thrill of driving an F1 car.

In this moment, you are struck by the sheer magnetism of his presence, even though you're just looking at his beautiful back. And as he disappears into his quarters, leaving you to ponder the whirlwind of emitions he had stirred within you, you can't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration.

As you knock on his door, a nervous anticipation grips you, your heart pounding with uncertainty—how is he going to react?

"Coming." Lando's voice echoes through the door before it swings open, revealing your boyfriend standing right in front of you. With an almost shocked expression, your breath catches in your throat.

"Y/N?" He asks, and in an instant, his entire face lit up with a radiant smile that reaches his eyes, filling you with warmth and joy. 

"Hi." You smile shyly, your face flushing with heat. 

Without hesitation, he pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms enveloping you closely. You melt into him, running your hands across his firm back.

"What are you doing here?" Lando smiles, separating himself just enough for his face to be mere inches away from yours. He places a hand on your cheek, tracing your skin with his fingertips.

"Surprising you." You motion for a few Mclaren team members to film the two of you from afar. 

Both of you turn your heads and wave toward the camera. 

"They offered to get me here; we just needed a few clips for their channel." You shrug, and he nods in agreement and curiousity.

"This is great," he leans into you, kissing you gently. You lock eyes with him for what feels like an eternity.

The film crew gives you a thumbs up, telling you that it's now time for some alone time. 

As Lando welcomes you into his private quarters, a rush of excitement surges through you, mingling with the lingering traces of adrenaline from his testing session. Your gaze is drawn irresistibly to the contours of his chest, the fabric of his racing suit accentuating every curve and sinew.

He meets your gaze with a knowing smile, a spark of amusement dancing in his eyes as he senses the admiration and desire in your gaze. There is confidence in his demeanor, a quiet assurance that speaks of his comfort in his own skin.

"So, how was I?" With a playful grin, he steps closer, closing the distance between you until the warmth of his presence envelops you.

"Amazing." You lift your chin slightly, meeting his confidence with your own. "And you look the part too." Smirking, you lick your lips.

Without a word, he takes your hand and guides it to the fabric of his suit, allowing you to feel the sleek material beneath your fingertips.

"I know how much you like this on me," Lando breathes, locking his eyes with your own. However, you're unable to withstand his burning gaze and lower your eyes, following the movements of your hands instead.

As your hand traces the lines of his chest and arms, you can't help but marvel at the strength and resilience that lie beneath the surface. The fabric is cool to the touch, yet it seems to hum with the energy of the track, a tangible reminder of the passion and dedication that fuel his every movement.

"This feels so good." You breathe deeply while you keep stroking his chest, feeling his biceps, and watch his chest move with every breath he takes, eliciting a low rumble of pleasure deep down his throat.

"Fuck," Lando can't hold back a low moan, his hand now following yours closely, his body yearning for so much more. He leans his head back, embracing both of your hands now on his chest.

You know how much he loves to be teased, touched, and stroked. Effortlessly, you push all of his buttons and his most sensitive spots—his nipples, pecs, arms, and most importantly, his member filling his suit.

"Good." You whisper, leaning in to him, tracing the outlines of his stubble just above his lips. A shiver races down your spine, the rough texture of his beard contrasting with the softness of your touch. There is something undeniably alluring about the way his beard frames his lips, adding a touch of raw sensuality to his appearance. 

With each passing moment, the desire to feel the roughness of his stubble against your skin grows stronger—a primal urge that threatens to consume you completely. You lean in, brushing your lips against his in a tender caress. The sensation of his beard against your skin sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

With your hand on his crotch, he moans softly against your lips. Lost in the heat of the moment, you surrender yourself to the heady rush of emotions. Your lips meet in a fervent kiss, craving his delicious taste.

"Y/N." Lando murmurs, his hands now steady on your waist, holding you close.

"Care to give me a show?" You bite his lower lip teasingly, causing him to chuckle. "I want to see all of you in that." Tugging at the zipper of his racing suit, you stroke him firmer, encouraging him to show off.

"Of course." He giggles, and you settle onto the sofa, anticipation tingling in the air, thick with the electricity of the moment. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Lando takes center stage, spreading your legs to make some space. His movements are fluid and confident as he begins his private show.

With each flex of his muscles, his form seems to come alive, the contours of his body highlighted by the sleek fabric of his racing suit. He lets you feel his muscles tense, letting out more guttural growls.

"Very good." You smile, and with a playful smirk dancing on his lips, he turns around, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of his firm back and arse. He bends to show off his butt even more, much to your amusement. 

And then, with a sudden burst of energy, he begins to dance, his movements a mesmerizing combination of grace and athleticism. His hips sway to an invisible rhythm, and his body moves with a natural ease that shows off his innate charisma and confidence.

As he twirls and turns, the fabric of his suit seems to come alive as well, clinging to his form as he moves with effortless grace. With a slow and deliberate motion, he reaches for the zipper, his fingers tracing the line with teasing slowness.

As Lando slowly unzips his suit, his eyes never leave yours; their intensity like a flame igniting the air between you. His gaze is electric, a silnt invitation that sends shivers down your entire back. Hidden beneath his beautiful eyes lies hunger—a raw desire that mirrors the heat pulsating through your veins.

With each inch of fabric that melts away, inch by inch, he reveals the tight garments—a glimpse of the tight fireproofs. Easily, he slips out of the upper half of his suit, giving you a good look at his chest. His defined muscles barely conceiled, he flexes again, straining the fabric even more. 

Lando closes the distance between you until you feel the warmth of his body radiating against your skin. His gaze is never wavering, pulling you so much closer.

"Fuck." You reach for his chest, tracing the tangible outlines of his abs, as he licks his lips. With the sleeves of his suit dangling down his waist, he stands before you, his form outlined against the soft glow of the room, a vision of strength and sensuality that takes your breath away.

In that moment, as you drink in the sight of him, you know you want him. 

You motion for him to sit down right next to you, and right away, you lean in, kissing him passionately.

Lando embraces your body against his, and at the same time, your hand slips underneath his suit. His skin is warm and tight; all of the tension is showing its effect on his body.

"Mhmmm." He purrs into your mouth, one of his hands firmly on his length, bulging against his clothes.

In one swift motion, you manage to get into his pants and pull his member out of his clothes, causing him to moan in agreement.

"That would be so good, Y/N." Fully aware of what you're about to do, you keep kissing him while simultaneously running your hand up and down his length.

With every breath he takes, Lando lets out guttural groans before leaning his head back against the sofa cushions.

Looking into his eyes, you bend down and take him into your mouth. 

"That's what I meant." He swallows hard, running a hand through your hair.

Together, you easily catch up to each other's rhythm, moving as one. His husky, rough voice echoes through your mind as more and more drops of his taste cover your tongue. 

Then, his body gets stiff and rigid, and he holds his breath before letting go of all this tension, pressure, and desire. It feels so good. Letting out a long, breathless moan, he relaxes quickly, leaning back even more. You let go of him, licking your lips to savor the taste.

Lando fondles with himself for a while while you catch your breath.

"This was so good." You sigh deeply before a chuckle leaves your wet lips. He smirks, leans in, and kisses you.

"Thank you for being here." Lando rubs his nose against yours gently.

[sheepinwolfcountry]

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[kazoosandfannypacks]

I think one of the underrated things about Mighty Med is the way it uses continuity between episodes in super subtle ways. Oliver enjoys philly cheese steaks in episode 1.16 and Horace belnds a cheese steak Oliver left in the fridge in 2.13. Kaz and Gus' matching backpacks are used for the plot in 1.4 and in 2.19/20. Doringbosh from Skylar's planet being animals that actually just look like Gus is mentioned in 1.6 and then ties into 2.5/6. Kaz reading Oliver's feelings/dreams journal is regularly mentioned and accepted fact. I just love the show's attention to even the tinest details.

[chao-mp3]

Can someone tell me what would happenen if Candy Queen really belnded herself with Ice king

Would they both just be dead?? And What abaut their kingdoms?? Or maybe it would made some steven universe-like fusion of them? I mean after they are mixed and "baked with love", That would kinda make sense??

CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN I WANT TO KNOW

[localwebslingers]

@inhcritance asked: ❛  calm down. you're okay, you're safe. it was just a dream.  ❜ - For TASM Peter

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Peter didn't even know when he fell asleep in the first place. One moment he was fine, a little sleepy sure but nothing more than usual, but in the next? It was almost like everything hadn't so much fallen away as it had just slipped into another reality all together. Mixing and belnding until the whole scene had warped into something familiar and new all at once. Familiar because he knew the sights and sounds, the smells and voices, the way his nerves hummed on end as if his spider sense was trying to warn him of something.

New because sometimes it just...changed.

Nightmares jumbled together with past and present worries and concerns, with regrets and fears. Memories bleeding into each other and making new chaos for Peter to live through. It was near death, it was watching death, it was fighting to stave off both. Over, and over, and over until he could scream or cry or plead for it to stop, just let it stop please I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry I-

He started awake and jerked himself partly upright, tense like he was ready to fight or move the second he found where the threat was. Where the danger was and who it was to so this time, this time he could do something.

There was nothing. No threat he'd faced down looking him back in the eyes. No weapons being thrown or malicious grins and twisted laughs. No yelling for help and bells ringing so loud they shook the air back into silence again. Peter's eyes found Harry, nearby and talking calmly. Even as the sleep was shaken from his head, he thought his friend looked worried. His breathing was strained but he forced out a choked noise before getting air back into his lungs again. Breathe, just breathe...there's no threat in the room, it's him and Harry. That's it.

And Harry was a lot of things, but safe was towards the very top of that list.

One of his hands reached up to rub over his eyes, either to get rid of the sleep, or keep himself from breaking down, Peter didn't know anymore but he could feel them both shake, "I'm sorry..." for falling asleep, for worrying Harry, for possibly putting him on edge too with the sudden jerking awake like they were dropped into a fight. Peter didn't know, but the words left him before he could even think about it, "I'll be alright, I'm fine...sorry."

[bluravenite]

HI BOO MY LITTLE DAMP IMP CAT THING KISSING YOU SO VIOLENTLY COLORING TIPS I BEG FOR THEM

I GOT ASKED HOW I DID THE LIGHTING ON MY MOUNTAIN PIECE AND WENT ON A RANT ABOUT HOW I USE COLOR SO IMA PUT THEM ALL HERE AND HOPE THEY HELP!!

a brief explanation of my coloring/lighting thought process below!!

I am by no means a professional nor have a formal education in art (self-taught), this is just how I have observed and learned what works best for my style and works!!

I'll also list some of my favorite resources for color theory and lighting that I CONSTANTLY refer back to!!

The Futur Academy - Color theory for design and art (yt video)

Marco Bucci - color (yt video)

Marco Bucci - light/shadow (yt video)

Marco Bucci - ambient occlusion p.1 (yt video)

Marco Bucci - ambient occlusion p.2 (yt video)

Light Ponderings - light/color studies (yt video)

Marco Bucci - Value Distillation (yt video)

Moderndayjames - Digital Painting (yt playlist)

Sinix design - Value distillation (yt video)

Sinix Design - skin (yt video)

sinix Design - Shadows (yt video)

Cosmic Spectrum art - shading/lighting with layers (yt video)

Dan Hollick - easy guide to belnding modes (article)

I also really recommend watching other artists like Proko and Art comentary/paintovers because it helps you learn more and understand mistakes that you might be making and how they can be improved!

I didn't learn color in one day and used a lot of my favorite artists as inspiration to develop my own style!! (one of my forever favorites for illustration is Cranity (Roxy) and to just have fun and keep practicing, learning, and trying!!!

[lemonsbakery]

throws you into a blender

Hi :D

WHAT THE FUCKUAAAA ABlen belnd beldn belnd belnd HIAIAIII

[gamerbearmira]

Imagine the tiny mer madrigals still keeping their abilities or some variation of them. Camilo can change colors to belnd in, Luisa is still really strong despite being tiny, Antonio can communicate with animals both land and sea alike, etc.

I was actually thinking about❗❗ they would still retain some form of their gifts, it just either wouldn't be exact or its not as potent as it would be when they're human. BUT YEAH🦀🦀 also Antonio can communicate with both sea and land, but he has a hard time understanding land animals. They have heavy accents, he says.

[wine-porn]

Di Facto

Finally got into the middle child of a care package from Tuscany, and like the (new) winemaker said, it is truly cut from a bit different cloth than the newer release. This was made by his grandfather, who kept things at a much riper, more new-world-friendly super-Tuscan style. It lacks the vibrancy of the 2021, relying instead on classical–nyet: *safe*–nuances of heady black fruit and extended…