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akanemnon · 7 months
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This deja vu comes with a free concussion!
FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT
MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)
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kyurochurro · 10 months
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TNG character sketches!! been wanting to draw this crew for a hot sec so I got around to it at 3 am last nite… LOL
(also I haven’t started tng yet but hey I dedicate this to my DAD big tng fan first Trekkie I ever met SHOUTOUT TO YOU DAD 🗣️)
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myewt · 9 months
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Playing games at 1am with your girlfriend (Olya hasn’t come back yet)
What are they playing???????? Doesn't matter, pretty sure they suck anyways
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kithtaehyung · 1 month
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[ minted2 ] shall we do a fashionably late minted monday?🤪 here’s some visuals for part two✌️
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make of it what you want lmaooooooo🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️
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wanderingblindly · 27 days
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7 (a kiss to shut them up) + landoscar?
in my mind, this is a uni au. but that's also like, not overly important? anyways, I wanted to try and have Oscar be the rambling one, hope it worked hahahhaha ^^; link for prompts!
Heartrates
Not that Lando's keeping track too intently, but he's fairly positive that Oscar's heartrate hasn't fallen below one hundred in the hour and a half they've been on the couch – tucked under a blanket, Oscar sort of spooned against him, Lando's arm thrown carelessly against his chest.
The movie they turned on, some overly artsy thing George said would make him look smart on a second date, is drawing to a close. The sun has long since set, the living room growing orange, then pink, then dusty blue.
Oscar's heartrate betrays his demeanor, the steady flutter of his lashes as he relaxes into Lando's chest.
Maybe Lando lied. Maybe his attention has been caught elsewhere. He hasn't watched a single bit of the film, far too focused on studying Oscar's minute expressions as he watches it. Which is, by his standards, basically the same thing.
Oscar's eyes flick to the side, meeting Lando's for a brief moment before returning to the TV.
His heartrate spikes higher, thrumming heavily against his chest.
"Oscar," He whispers into his ear, resisting a smile as he feels his heart dance again.
Oscar turns his head a bit, leaving them almost nose to nose. "Yeah?"
"It's not a scary film, mate," He smiles, eyes flicking down to Oscar's lips. He can almost taste them, and the thought makes his spine tingle.
"I know?" Oscar sounds confused, brows furrowed. It's one of the expressions that haunted Lando since they met at their seminar, the tension making his face sharper, addictive. But his response, again, doesn't align with what Lando can feel; he slides his palm over Oscar's chest – mentally cursing that he's still wearing a shirt – until it still over his heart.
"You nervous then?"
Another perplexed face. "Not really?"
"You're a good liar," Lando teases, tilting his head to the right, letting his lips part – inviting.
"Have I seemed nervous?" Oscar asks, tone a bit more urgent than Lando would expect from someone he's signaling to snog him. "I mean, like. I'm not sure what you saw? My mum always says that I'm hard to read, not that I'm being… defensive, or something."
Lando lets his tongue slide slowly across his lower lip before tugging on it, reveling in how Oscar's breath ghosts across his skin. He's listening, a little – attention focused mostly on how Oscar's mouth moves when he talks, the obvious tension in his jaw.
"…anyways, I just get quiet when I'm focused. Not nervous. Or scared. Yeah, it wasn't scary. The film, I mean."
Lando cuts him off with a hum, letting his fingers twist in Oscar's shirt – heart still racing against his hand. With another lazy smile, eyes almost fluttering closed as he leans a hair closer. "Can I kiss you?"
"You want–?" In that same tone, deceptively calm.
Softer than a whisper, their lips a hairsbreadth apart, "Stop talking,"
"Yeah,"
Lando sighs into it, the relief at getting Oscar's lips on him nearly tangible. He's soft, melting into his touch like ice against a flame. And as he tries to gently guide Oscar's head to the side, letting them slot together as easily as breathing, Lando realizes it – that maybe this is Oscar's first kiss, that maybe he really was nervous.
"Is this ok?" He asks, sliding his tongue against Oscar's lip to drive the point home.
"Yeah. Am I, uh." Oscar mumbles, hands hovering awkwardly. "Ok?"
Ah. Lando presses his lips to Oscar's again, smiling into it a little. "More than ok, I'll show you."
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rottengurlz · 1 year
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oc introductions
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bonetrousledbones · 2 years
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redrew this old thing to be more faithful to the original art and ngl i’m obsessed with it now
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lunarharp · 24 days
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played dragon age 2...just simple scribbles
#dragon age tag#i doubt that will see much use again..but who knows. vvv rambling below#weird game..the characters dialogue stuff and ending were good tho :')#i've played some of the first game but it kept crashing. i knew already despite knowing nothing that this guy was going to be my type#it doesnt feel right making video game art any more bc games like this end up feeling really personal - an experience that happened to me#if i design the main character a bit and fall in love then..that happened to me..i can't make Fan Art of that..only ive been through that..#like i cant make fanart of my dear companions in bg3 despite it having been a huge part of my heart in the last year#almost 1000 hours of playtime in something i can barely talk about bc it means too much.... lol#tons of ideas and conversations and extra thoughts and scenes and emotions about all the incredible times i've been through in bg3#and the maelstrom just rotates around intensely in my own heart forever...but that's ok too...that is so precious to me#but fortunately i already knew people that have played this game and talked/drew abt it recently so it was saved from that for me#sharing scribbly fanart on my Blog is a way to capture the feeling just after experiencing something so it has good points#witch hat atelier escapes that by not being a GAME. games are so immersive. but my wha art & feelings are incredibly immersive too#which makes it difficult sometimes now. i live a complicated and emotional life <3 i am not suited to fandom <3#my character ended up looking so much like oru without me realising that's what i was doing. Kind bearded fireball throwing gay mage. Hmm.#falling for a sad white hair memory trauma fellow that keeps you at a tragic distance. Hmmmmmm.#i see also how very much bg3 is inspired by stuff like dragon age now lol so i'm glad i experienced it. I WANT MY KIRKWALL LIFE BACK...#so dated though as well and unpleasant at times (the city and the dismal atmosphere was depressing.) i hate violence/horror..#bg3 is SOOOO very dismal but it feels like I am killing people and going through horrors because i have to survive i have to be free#Well anyway. ahh it's so refreshing to fall in love. my gay journey continues...
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hey-hey-j · 8 months
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Let's talk Poppy and Clay
- Clay bumped into the Putt Putt Trolls while they were out on their yearly migration, not very long after splitting off from his brothers. Not having any real plan or trajectory, Clay decided to stay with the Putt Putts for a while, settling pretty smoothly into their nomadic lifestyle
- Clay was the first non-Putt Putter troll they'd come across in years; Poppy especially was ecstatic to find another troll who managed to escape from the Bergens alive and well, and even more overjoyed when Clay told her about their hidden troll village
- Of course Poppy immediately wanted to know where the village was, already imagining the possibility of stopping by for a visit and seeing her sister and father again. Clay, however, was hesitant—when he left Pop Village, he did so with a vow to himself that he would never look back. It would be too painful. Not that he wanted to deny Poppy the chance to see her family again, but.....
- Clay offered to give Poppy directions to the village, but was adamant that he wouldn't come with her if she chose to go. With that, Poppy found herself faced with a dilemma: leave to find the village and see her family, potentially leaving her trolls to fend for themselves in her absence, or stay.
- Ultimately, Poppy chose to stay with the Putt Putters. Of course she wanted to see her baby sister again, but she was also afraid that if she left she wouldn't be there to protect her own subjects if they were somehow found out—trauma from the great Bergen attack winning out over "selfish" desire.
- So Clay and Poppy stayed, and over time Clay grew to become Poppy's closest friend and advisor, bonding over their shared traumas and becoming the protectors of their own little village.
- Like in canon, Clay appreciates that Poppy and the Putt Putters are able to take him seriously as a friend and authority figure, though in this universe he doesn't have the same hang ups about being the designated "fun one" of his family. It's more like.... Branch had a tendency to infantilize him and dismiss him over his naturally goofy personality, and he grew to really resent his brother for this as he got older. On top of everything else Branch was responsible for, of course.
(★my Ko-fi)
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pixlokita · 9 months
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GREG HAS WINGS?? DOES NESSA.? I NEED TO KNOW.
(or like, anyone else for that matter)
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She do now 😔💖 Cassie will also get them but outside from them I think it’s just Mike, Greg and CC :Tc
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leopardom · 21 days
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where are my bluza truthers, she’s being cooked 🤩
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from the openstage weekly update
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matttheratkingart · 5 months
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Queen: you can't repopulate the lunarians with katakuri, he is a man.
King: well not with that fucking attitude
King: I'm literally a God I can do whatever I want
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fisheito · 3 months
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friend: whacha thinkin bout?
me:
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danielnelsen · 1 year
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You can interpret these however you like, and I’d love to read your ideas for other origins or extending these ones in the tags (etc)!
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blood-mocha-latte · 7 months
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How about Webgott + love letters, for Valentine's day :)
greetings!! i stared at this prompt for Forever, and was trying to write it in an Organic and Normal way. and it turns out that the Organic and Normal way for me to write this was modern exes webgott. so although i’m sure it wasn’t exactly what you were thinking, i hope you enjoy <3
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Sun, Feb 4, 9:38AM
Subject: Books
Web - 
You forgot your collection at my house. It’s all Dostoevsky, which I knew you did on purpose, idiot. You know I can’t stand that fucker, and you took all of the Vonnegut with you.
Come back and get your books before I burn them all.
- Joe
//
Sun, Feb 4, 2:19PM
Re: Books
Joe -
You have my phone number. Just text me. What if I don’t have time to check my email?
I’ll pick up my books at 6.
- David
//
Sun, Feb 4, 6:01PM
Re: Books
Web -
You always check your email. At least five times a day. Don’t lie to me. And I don’t want to have to compete with your goddamn spam texts, I know you forget to delete them.
P.S. You’re late.
- Joe
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Fri, Feb 9,  3:06AM
Subject: Journal
I can’t find my journal. The one from August to November? Can you see it at your place? I need it.
//
Fri, Feb 9, 3:41AM
Re: Journal
It was in your nightstand. You didn’t think to clear that out? 
Go to sleep. It’s ass in the morning.
//
Fri, Feb 9,  4:13AM
Re: Journal
Can I come by and pick it up before Public Speaking? And you’re the one that responded.
//
Fri, Feb 9, 4:39AM
Re: Journal
Public Speaking starts at 10, I’m at work by 6. You know where the key is. 
You’re the one that emailed in the first place. I can’t believe you didn’t just text.
//
Fri, Feb 9,  5:01AM
Re: Journal
You’re so old I thought a text would confuse you.
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Mon, Feb 12,  9:03AM
Subject: Journalist
Why did I just get called by a guy about a sports journal? The fuck are you up to?
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Mon, Feb 12, 12:41PM
Re: Journalist
Don’t worry about it.
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Mon, Feb 12, 12:52PM
Re: Journalist
Web, he has my contact info. If you get crazy-insane murdered so do I. Did you do something?
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Mon, Feb 12, 1:13PM
Re: Journalist
Don’t be a doomsday planner. He’s not a murderer. I just went out with him one time. It didn’t end great.
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CALL FROM: JOE (DON’T)
February 12, 1:27PM
“Yeah?”
“What the hell did you do?”
“What — Jesus, Joe, is this about the guy? It’s fine—”
“Yeah, see, that doesn’t exactly instill me with confidence that you didn’t do something stupid—”
“I already told you, I just went out with him. To dinner.”
“When?”
“I… I don’t have to tell you that.”
“Yes, the fuck you do, because if—”
“Oh, what, you expect me to say I went on a fucking date with him when we were still together? Get over yourself, Joe, it was five days ago—”
“I didn’t say that! I did not say that—”
“And why the hell do you care, anyways? We broke up in December, okay—”
“Jesus, that was only two months ago—”
“It was three, and that’s plenty of time—”
“I’m just saying, you won’t catch me going out with—”
“Because no one can stand your crotchety ass—”
“Oh, but they can stand yours?” 
“I — Jesus fuck. I’m hanging up. He only called you because he saw your name and thought it was a different Joe. I’ve gotta get to class. I’ll see you—”
“Wait, wait, Web—”
“I’m not even going out with him again, I just was thinking about the fourteenth. I’ll see you around, okay?”
“David — fuck.”
//
Mon, Feb 12,  6:34PM
Re: Journalist
I shouldn’t have pushed that far. That’s my bad.
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Wed, Feb 14, 5:28PM
Subject: (no subject)
Can you come pick me up?
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Wed, Feb 14, 5:37PM
Re: (no subject)
Are you okay? Are you hurt?
Where are you?
//
Wed, Feb 14, 5:31PM
Re: (no subject)
Outside of Delancey’s bar.
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Wed, Feb 14, 5:32PM
Re: (no subject)
Please don’t call me.
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(DRAFTED EMAIL - UNSENT)
Wed, Feb 14, 5:33PM
Re: (no subject)
I couldn’t stand to hear your voice right now.
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Wed, Feb 14, 5:42PM
Re: (no subject)
I’m on my way. Stay where you are.
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Sat, Mar 23, 1:18AM
Subject: (no subject)
I miss you, I think.
//
Sat, Mar 23, 1:23AM
Re: (no subject)
Finally giving in to just emailing, huh?
Go to sleep, kid.
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Sat, Mar 23, 1:29AM
Re: (no subject)
I understand it, now.
It’s less personal.
You have to think more about what you say.
And you’re not asleep, either. 
Thank you for picking me up last month.
//
Sat, Mar 23, 1:53AM
Re: (no subject)
I thought you wanted a clean break, after that. That’s what you said at the bar.
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Sat, Mar 23, 2:02AM
Re: (no subject)
I think that once your ex picks your shitfaced ass up from a bar because he got an email, there’s no such thing as a clean break. 
I think I’m just delusional.
//
Sat, Mar 23, 2:10AM
Re: (no subject)
Well, I never said you weren’t.
But it seemed like we might have made it, in this go around. It’s been almost a month since we last talked.
//
Sat, Mar 23, 2:18AM
Re: (no subject)
Well, in the words of one of the best movies of all time: I just can’t quit you.
//
Sat, Mar 23, 2:32AM
Re: (no subject)
Eugh.
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CALL FROM: WEB
April 6, 8:52PM
“You know, he almost broke his nose here.” 
“Yeah, I do know, Web, ‘cause everyone knows that. There’s not an American alive that doesn’t know that.”
“Mm. I like this scene.”
“What, the making out? Or did the TV’s go outta sync again?”
“No, the making out. Both do a good job at the… the emotion. The desperation, I guess.”
“Mm.”
“Are you eating something? I hear chewing.”
“What are you, a cop? Can a man not eat a toblerone while watching a movie?”
“No, you can, it’s just — you’re chewing right into the receiver, Joe, it’s gross—”
“Alright, alright, I’ll put it down. See? No more chewing. Enjoy your gay cowboy movie.”
“If I recall correctly, you’re also watching the gay cowboy movie.”
“Only because it was on! And I would’ve turned it off if you didn’t call me.”
“If I didn’t — you called me!” 
“Yeah, yeah, believe what you wanna believe.”
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Thur, April 18, 11:27PM
Subject: (no subject)
I think we’re better as friends.
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Thur, April 18, 12:09PM
Re: (no subject)
What makes you say that?
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Thur, April 18, 12:31PM
Re: (no subject)
It’s just.
I can’t be the only one that thinks that we get along about a thousand times better now then we did for the entire time we dated. I mean, you would have NEVER watched a Wes Anderson film with me if we were still together.
And we talk way more too, I think. Because of the emails, maybe. 
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Thur, April 18, 12:54PM
Re: (no subject)
Well, first off, the reason we talk way more is because of the emails. Because you don’t delete those spam texts and have no filter and are therefore near impossible to reach.
Second off, we still get along terribly, fuck you. 
But I can understand parts of that. We’re still seeing each other just as much as when we were together, I’d say. Now you’re just half an hour away, though. Much shorter distance.
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Thur, April 18, 1:08PM
Re: (no subject)
Do you think we’d still be together? If we hadn’t been long distance for so long?
And I’m just saying. You never would have agreed with me on any of this if we’d still been doing the whole dog and pony show. You just don’t have the bone in your head that says to be nice to people.
//
Thur, April 18, 1:19PM
Re: (no subject)
I disagree with you on everything just on principle.
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Fri, May 3, 7:12PM
Subject: The New Deal
I want to propose something.
//
Fri, May 3, 7:39PM
Re: The New Deal
You get five sentences.
//
Fri, May 3, 7:57PM
Re: The New Deal
If neither of us is married by forty, we marry each other.
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Fri, May 3, 9:02PM
Re: The New Deal
That is the most stereotypical bullshit I’ve ever heard in my entire life.
And I’ll be forty in five years, you’ve got a while. How in the hell does that even work?
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Fri, May 3, 9:23PM
Re: The New Deal
It works in normal marriage ways, idiot. 
And that’s why I was thinking about it, anyways. You’re 40 in 5 years, I’m 40 in 12 years, we just split the difference and get married in 7 years. Avoid a lot of hassle.
//
Fri, May 3, 9:44PM
Re: The New Deal
When you say you were thinking about it, it makes you sound like this is a pity marriage thing. Which is weird, by the way. I don’t think that’s how it works, anyways. That’s more of a heterosexual friends who are scared they’ll die alone sort of deal. Real platonic like.
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Fri, May 3, 10:01PM
Re: The New Deal
This isn’t a pity marriage thing! I just think that it’s something to consider. Unless one of us gets hitched in the next 7 years, it doesn’t seem like a half bad plan.
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Fri, May 3, 10:19PM
Re: The New Deal
Oh, I have plenty of issues with this plan.
But fine. We’ll get pity-married in 7 years. You’ll be a child bride. 
//
Fri, May 3, 10:34PM
Re: The New Deal
I’ll be 33, dickhead.
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CALL FROM: JOE
May 19, 9:54AM
“The German dog tags are a nice touch.”
“Mm. ‘s an interesting movie. I like this part, though. It’s incredibly violent.”
“Yeah, I figured. I dragged this fucking DVD across the country and rented a DVD player from the hotel to sync this movie with you, and get such wonderful comments as I like that it’s violent.”
“Well, I do! Nothing much to add there, really. D’you have anything smart to say, jackass?”
“You’re chewing into the receiver again. And not at this particular scene, though. I just like Eli Roth in this movie.”
“Hm. Figures. Want me to start bashing people's heads in with a bat? I could be the Bear Jew.”
“No one could be the Bear Jew. I’m sorry to tell you this. You don’t have the flair. Or the height.”
“Oh, go straight for the jugular, why don’t you—”
“It’s true! You’re chewing, again.”
“How’s everything going?”
“Ugh. Fine. I hate these fucking tours.”
“I know. That’s why I delight in them so much.”
“I hate you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Do you still want me to pick you up from the airport?”
“...yeah. I can’t get anyone else to do it.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll spare you the humiliation of having to be picked up by your ex. I’ll wear a hat and sunglasses. Send me the information.”
“Oh, yack it up, asshole. And I’ll email you.”
“Fine. Remember to make sure it has a fucking subject, I hate it when you do that.”
“Shut up. I’m trying to watch this.”
“Mm. But you’ll still email me?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll still email you, Lieb.”
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litres-of-cocaine · 2 months
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i appreciate that aidan gallagher is now Of Age but it’s still a bit strange to be making thirst traps of what was a child in the recent past, using clips from when he was like. fourteen. in those kinds of videos
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