#SITEWIDE

[xtremeservers]

In the wake of sitewide protests, ostens... https://www.xtremeservers.com/blog/reddit-is-removing-mods-over-nsfw-protests/?feed_id=78927&_unique_id=6492863479919&Reddit%20Is%20Removing%20Mods%20Over%20NSFW%20Protests

[reportwire]

Colourpop sale: Save 30% off during ColourPop’s sitewide sale

Colourpop sale: Save 30% off during ColourPop’s sitewide sale

ColourPop’s makeup is famous for its highly pigmented shades and a rainbow’s worth of colors in shimmering and matte varieties that range from neon to subtle. And if you happen to be refreshing your makeup drawer for new-year-new-you vibes, the brand’s 30% off sale has got you covered. If makeup isn’t your thing, skin care is covered in the discount too. The sale lasts through May 31, so shop it…

[emily-e-draws]

hey girls.. did you know that um… money can be exchanged for many goods and services

[turnallthemirrors]

"why are there so many taylor swift polls" you fool. you know nothing. we are the detritus at the bottom of the ocean upon which you feed.

[dogmotif]

unbelievable that some people enjoy dog motifs strictly in a metaphorical/emotional way like yeah yeah we all know that stuff sure. but yknow the emotion i ffeel about it isnt uh sadness. yeah im just holding a cushion in my lap to keep my hands warm

[thirdsonofeve]

Okay but what did the twins do with Nacho after the vet sewed him up? Did they just drop him off at his house like OK love you pls don't die👍 and pick him up the morning after like Heyyy get in we're going on a murder spree! Did they take him back to wherever they're staying (Hector's place?) to keep watch over him throughout the night? Did he wake up at like 3 am bc Leonel went to get himself a snack and sits by his bed eating fruity pebbles out of the box? Did they change his dressings in the morning? Did they pat him dry when he started cold sweating in the middle of the night? Did they have to hold a glass of water to his patched lips? Did they spoon feed him breakfast? Did Marco sit on the edge of the bed gently stroking his thumb over the needle prick in the bend of Nacho's left arm? Did Nacho try to not show how much pain he was in, holding back tears, insisting on walking on his own? Did he complain that he was freezing, expecting to be given another blanket and ending up with an assassin who's overly comfortable with platonic affection cuddled up in bed with him? Did he mumble one of their names when his father came to check on him as he slept on the couch the next night?

[ronearoundblindly]

um...i don't know what happened to the momentum on Hideout, but I'm gonna try to ignore that and press on. Maybe I can have Part 4 ready by tomorrow.

Though how badly that'll bomb...we'll see.

[feartoxinjelloshot]

as someone who is a fan of both (though i tend to lean to the rogues side for reasons im about to mention) im always deeply fascinated by the discrepancy in the atmosphere of the batfam and the rogues gallery corners of batman fan spaces. every time i go look at rogues stuff people are just chillaxing and every time i go look at batfam stuff its 394939043 posts of how [character] is stupid and overhyped and fans of [character] are annoying and how all comics with [character] are bad and like. god damn. i guess it could be blamed on either the comparative popularity of the batfam or that fans of the 'hero' side are by nature more caught up in fictional morals whereas fans of the 'villain' side are just generally down to clown (pun not intended), idk, but either way its interesting to see how much better of a time people appear to be having in rogues fan spaces on a surface level

[c-rowlesdraws]

this is EXACTLY the kind of thing people mean when they say to not swing a bat at a hornet’s nest, but it’s been quietly driving me insane since 2017 (an insanity that got an extra juice with the release of the second OST album in 2020) and I can’t hold back any longer: 

Akihito Tsukushi is a weird creep who doesn’t deserve a lot of things, but he especially doesn’t deserve Kevin Penkin putting his WHOLE entire Kevin Penkussy into the soundtrack for Made In Abyss, an anime which I don’t necessarily regret watching, but which I probably won’t be revisiting and could not honestly recommend to another human being.

if you haven’t watched this show, you don’t have to watch this show. Just listen to the soundtrack albums and be transported to a magical realm of emotion and melody and a Japanese man hitting high notes that change your brain chemistry. Imagine your own blorbos to this music. Imagine beautiful fantasy landscapes. Imagine anything but most of the actual events of Made In Abyss.

(and if you haven’t read the manga, there is no manga, don’t worry about it.)

[strangefable]

thank you for the many, many tags over the past... let's not count the time. but thank you to everyone who's continued to tag me for wips <3 most recently @inafieldofdaisies, @direwombat, @adelaidedrubman, @cassietrn, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @trench-rot, and many many more, thanks so much to everyone who thinks of me <3

today, i have a little bit of the opening chapter of the atlanta prequel to share:

Micah slowed her bike. Wouldn't do to get pulled over for speeding. Not with what sat strapped to the bike behind her. She felt the hard, sharp edges even through the leather of her jacket. She could almost hear ticking in the back of her mind; that thing may as well have been a bomb.

Hell, a bomb would’ve been less unnerving.

She followed the monotone, mechanical voice in her ear as it directed her to the appointed address. She felt a twinge in her neck as she tried to look up to the top of the building. Dark, ominous, sharp. It was a vague shape in the dark night sky, but it still felt foreboding as she gazed upward.

She pulled her helmet off and shook her head, releasing her hair as well as the chill along her spine. She was just a mechanic, but she was not going to get intimidated by some slick, rich asshole too impatient for his coke to wait for a regular mule.

As she entered the lobby, she saw the sleek marble floors, the stark modern architecture. There were heavy plaques on the wall with mysterious names. An office. A swanky, high tower one. Ballsy place to take in a delivery like the one she carried.

A man behind the security desk eyed her suspiciously. She offered him her sweetest, doe-eyed smile. “Hi, I have a delivery for…” she glanced down at her phone, “Mr. Duncan.” She looked back up at the security guard, still smiling warmly.

He grunted, waved his hand toward the metal detector. “Of course he’s still here,” he muttered to himself, before meeting her gaze.” 38, top floor.”

She hesitated as she stared at the metal detector’s arch. She took a few slow steps toward it, wondering how sensitive it was. At least she didn’t have to explain a gun, since hers was locked safely at home.

The detector went off as soon as she stepped through. She winced and stepped back.

The guard gave her a knowing look. “What’re you carrying?”

She attempted another smile. “Just a knife. It—”

He smirked and waved a hand. “Yeah, you’re not the first. Most of the couriers have some kind of protection these days. Can’t be too careful.” He nodded her through, ignoring the alarm as it went off again.

She nodded and smiled. “Yeah. Thanks.” His casual attitude about the whole thing surprised her, but she wasn’t about to argue. She wanted to get this over with and get the fuck out of here.

The whole place reeked of wealth and prestige and it made her skin crawl. So much metal and isolation from a single natural thing. So cold and uniform. She hated shit like this. Not that she’d admit it aloud, but it made her ache for home.

The elevator stopped at the top floor, and Micah ducked out swiftly, grateful to escape the grating music that jangled her nerves even more. Why did the wealthy always have such bland taste in everything?

She entered another lobby, but straight ahead was a formidable wall with a list of large, brass-lettered names behind a block of marble that must’ve been a reception desk. The woman seated there had a strained look on her features as she glanced over at Micah. Instead of a greeting, she only offered a stony, questioning stare.

Micah made a small sound in her throat. “Uhm. I…I have a delivery for Mr. Duncan. Urgent, I was told.”

The woman’s eyes went glassy at the name, and her expression seemed to grow even tighter. “Of course. Down the hall, Fourth door on your left.” She pointed to a hallway to her right.

Micah nodded and followed the directions. The lighting was low everywhere, probably dimmed to save cost outside of normal business hours. She wondered what kind of business it was they did here, then she stopped herself. She didn’t want any details at all. “I’m just a mechanic, that’s all.” She mumbled softly as she came to a stop outside the large, solid wood door.

It was floor to ceiling and she felt a sudden urge to run anywhere else. Instead, she lifted her hand and rapped her knuckles against the wood.

“Yes?” The voice was smooth and sure, the barest edge of a threat beneath the word. Why did the image of a shark swerving beneath the water flash into her mind? She shook her head and pushed open the door.

“Delivery for Mr. Duncan.” It felt so stupid to say, but what the fuck else could she say? This was not her job. She would not let this become her job. She didn’t want the heat of being a mule; she’d made that abundantly fucking clear.

Yet here she stood.

“Come in.” The voice was clipped and cool, all business, but with an attempt at warmth. A small measure to pretend at civility, she supposed. She opened the door.

To her surprise, this room was not all sharp, sleek steel and concrete. It was lined everywhere with deep, rich wood. The scent of it filled her lungs, soothing, familiar. She blinked as her eyes took in the shelves lined with thick, heavy looking tomes. There was a wet bar taking up a whole wall, and it was where most of the room’s light came from.

That and the Tiffany lamp sitting on the gargantuan desk in the middle of the room.

A large, sleek, black, leather chairback greeted her. “You’re late.” The chair swiveled suddenly but soundlessly. A man with piercing blue eyes and a firm mouth stared at her. He peeked his fingers together in front of his face. One eyebrow lifted slightly as he took in the sight of her. “And you’re new.” A glint flashed in his eyes.

She narrowed her own. “No, I’m not. I’m doing a one time favor. Because, I’m told, you were very… insistent.”

His lips curved into a mirthless half smile. “Oh, is that how they phrased it?”

She snorted. “I could read between the lines. Not exactly anyone’s first choice to send a mechanic, but no one else was aw—available.” Her eyes darted away from his. “Mierda.” The whisper escaped her lips before she could stop herself. Shit. SHIT. She was saying too much.

She felt his eyes as he trailed them down her body. She felt them lingering around her curves, so easily displayed by her tight leathers. She shifted her weight and clutched her helmet closer to her body, as though it were a shield. A poor one, but what else did she have?

When she looked up again, she found his eyes staring directly into hers. His expression was unreadable as he forced his gaze on hers. She resisted the urge to clear her throat or look away. Something in his eyes reminded her of the predators she’d faced in the backcountry. You don’t look away from a predator when it’s sizing you up, so she steeled her nerves and met his gaze, her lips pressed thin and straight.

He smiled. Tight. Sharp. Too feline to be real, despite the straight, glaring whiteness of his teeth. It was a smile meant to disarm, but she knew better. “They have been rather… less than satisfactory of late. I’ve been considering exploring other avenues.” His eyes looked her up and down once more. “However, I might be amenable to changing my opinion.” As his eyes met hers again, the weight of his meaning settled heavy on her shoulders.

She shrugged slightly. “That’s above my pay grade. I’m just here to give you what you ordered.”

He ignored the package she held out to him. “You’re not curious?” He took a step toward her. His hand lifted, but instead of the package, he slipped his fingers around her wrist.

She shook her head. “They don’t pay me for that.”

“What do they pay you for?” Another step closer. His fingers tightened. His other hand rose to rest lightly against her waist.

tagging onwards (no pressure at all ever <3) @ivymarquis, @v0idbuggy, @derelictheretic, @henbased, @redreart, @wrathfulrook, @confidentandgood, @damejudyhench, @florbelles, @jillvalentinesday, @marivenah, @harmonyowl, @unholymilf, @shallow-gravy, @g0dspeeed, @strafethesesinners, @fourlittleseedlings, @voidika, @foibles-fables, @chazz-anova, @josephseedismyfather, @turbo-virgins, @roofgeese, @i-am-the-balancing-point, @poisonedtruth, @simplegenius042, @incognito-insomniac, @dumbassdep, @theelderhazelnut, @legally-a-bastard, @aceghosts and anyone i still have managed to miss in this list. (also if you don't want me tagging you, drop me an ask or a dm and no questions will be asked <3) edit: trying to fix tags.

[irlwakko]

yeah like i mentioned i have planet of the bass and dj crazy times blocked. i’m sick of seeing that ableist’s incredibly punchable face on my dash. and i’m also sick of people (not on here, mostly on tiktok) defending him or pretending his ableist content was just a little whoopsie and not 1. the thing that gave him his entire platform and 2. something he was made aware was ableist and continued to do unchanged

[suuushirolled]

the boopening... it has taken me...

[tahthetrickster]

between my childhood fascination with neopets and my adult fascination with league of legends im starting to suspect that really all a video game needs to grab my interest is for there to be One Island Just For Pirates

[mr-rogers-blood-stained-sweater]

Somebody needs to remake that awful AI draco malfoy sex ad but with photomatt and hammer cars, also so beleivable that this site makes no money when they run just the stupidest, ill placed, most poorly targeted ads ive ever seen.

I REALLY hope photomatt didnt pay for college or any type of buisness school cause guy didnt learn JACK FUCKING SHEEEIT.

[thirdsonofeve]

It's the forth time Lalo and Nacho have cancelled the wedding day-of and the twins are getting sick of leftover cake

[bookish-huntress-art]

By popular demand, here's the Howl's Mojo Dojo Casa House prints!