#anyywayyyy

[polarfarina]

Clip studio paint why does your text editor

SUCK ASS

so much!?????

[dinosaurvalley]

MAYBE IMMORTALITY ISNT SO GREAT!!!

[yellowcharm]

Okay everyone ignore LoL being in my top artists pls but let's GO The Oh Hellos being my number one artist of the year. Also Foundations in top 5 listened to songs, surprising exactly no one.

[potato-lord-but-not]

“There’s something aesthetically pleasing about the word noon. Its palindromic spelling feels appropriate for the middle of the day, when the sun is directly overhead and the hands on the clock are pointed upward in a straight line. It’s even spelled with letters found more or less in the middle of the alphabet.” (“What Time Is…” par. 1)

Perhaps unfortunately for my argument, this article goes on to explain how the word ‘noon’ originally referred to the ninth hour of the day, that of course being 3 o’clock; because the sun and with it the people rose at six. It is derived from the Latin word for ‘ninth’, ‘nonus’. The word’s meaning apparently shifted during the twelfth century, because of the prayers of monastic orders. The second of three daily prayers would occur at noon, and the time of this prayer eventually became earlier, landing at twelve. This is believed to have been so the monks could break their fast sooner. Of course, this is not universally agreed upon and other theories include shifts in seasonal daylit hours, and European Medieval people’s struggles to have accurate timekeeping.

None of my sources suggest that three o’clock was considered the middle of the day at any point in time, therefore I would like to argue that the word noon did not originally refer to the middle of the day, but eventually, when it was given to the time that is more deserving of that title, came to do so. I believe that the denotation “middle of the day” is something that is both scientifically and culturally awarded, and that for whatever reason the people (however unknowingly) creating the Old/Middle English language believed twelve o’clock to be so. If you wish to create your own cultural norms, by all means go ahead, just remember that the word culture refers to a group, so you’ll need to find some people who agree with you. (Which, hey, maybe you already have, maybe most people agree with you and I’m just being pedantic.)

Anyways um hi, sorry about this, I did in fact make a tumblr account solely to send you this, because the idea of doing so was too funny to me to not.  Also, I just discovered that the Oxford English Dictionary website has a pay wall these days and I am DEVASTATED I tell you, devastated. But yeah, I’ll stop, have a good weekend, I love you, I hope your morning spent on public transit hasn’t been too boring.

Works Cited

“Culture Definition & Meaning.” Merriam-Webster, Merriam-Webster, www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/culture. Accessed 2 Mar. 2024.

“Noon (n.).” Online Etymology Dictionary, www.etymonline.com/word/noon. Accessed 2 Mar. 2024.

“What Time Is ‘Noon’?” Merriam-Webster, Merriam-Webster, www.merriam-webster.com/wordplay/noon-history-ninth-prayer-hour-nones. Accessed 2 Mar. 2024.

OFC you’re leaving citations on A TUMBLR ASK OH MY GODDD anyway I do believe I’m starting a cultural shift because everyone I’ve asked so far has NOT said mid-day is noon they’ve ranged from 11-1 to 1-2 (albeit a bit earlier than my 2-3 answer but STILL)

Yknow what fuck it let’s do a poll bb

anyywayyyy everyone say hi to my girlfrienddd give them a nice warm welcome to tumblr <3

[nikaizkool]

So I finally found out how to do it 🥳 thanks to u 🫶🏽 but anyywayyyy can you do a hc with dtqk + punz with a black s/o? With nsfw?

🥳🥳. and I'll like to be 🩷 anon please if ur doing that ty I love you smmmmm😭😭😭

Ywww ⍰ (congrats on being the last request for like two days ^_^)

Dream

He’d giggle nonstop when flirting with you once you agreed to have sex w him. He’d actually be so excited grabbing your chin and kissing you. Fucking you so fast you see stars.

George

Make out with you with his hand on the back of your head, his other on your waist. He’d literally fuck you hard, each move being perfectly calculated to hit your g spot. 😻🫣

Sapnap

He’d hold your thighs down while fucking into you. Holding your knees down pinning them above your shoulders.

Karl

He’d giggle sitting you down in his lap letting you straddle him. Bouncing you on his lap guiding you hips up and down.

Punz

He’d be so passionate, kissing on your neck leaving sloppy red trails of bites across your chest. He’d be thrusting into you slowly and then speed up his pace fucking into your brutally.

[rainia]

Rain I have to tell you I’m listening to our dnd session 3 rn and genuinely I like put a hand over my mouth at some points during the Astra/zola confrontation thing what Was that omg /pos

oh god I’m gonna have to listen to that back huh,,, the spirit of roleplay took us both I think, just lost in the rp sauce hahahah. I’m v excited to relisten :DD

anyywayyyy I’m sure both characters will deal with this is a healthy way ermm. dnd really be like; step 1. create a guy, step 2. put them through the most, step 3. cry???? lmaooooo

[nancypullen]

Welfare Check

Just popping in to let you know that I’m not in a coma or six feet under. We had the grandgirl for a few days and then I needed Tuesday to recover. Just kidding, she is FUN, we’re just not used to that much fun.  I don’t remember getting a backache during bath time when my kids were little. Anywho - today I played catch up around the house, processed a couple loads of laundry, and planned our menus for the next few days. Normal, boring stuff.  What I haven’t yet done sit down and watch the Miss Universe pageant!  I spent last week watching a few preliminary rounds and checking out national costumes. I chose my favorites, and I’ve avoided all pageant-related news so I can still be surprised.  Honestly, I just want to see the evening gowns. I already know that Miss Guatemala struggled with hers.  Didn’t she try walking in it before the pageant??

https://www.tiktok.com/@masterpageant/video/7023113387219504410 Click that link to watch her gown try to sabotage her.

Other than feeling my age and dreaming of gowns (by the way, it’s really sad to know that at my age any chance to wear a fabulous gown has passed) I’ve been choosing colors for the kitchen.  We finally found a reputable company to paint the cabinets and I’m in the market for some granite now.  The estimate for the cabinets was quite a bit higher than I expected, but I was basing it on Tennessee prices.  They’ll sand, prime, sand again, spray, and seal. The fellow who gave us the estimate said it should take two to three days.  Guess who won’t be cooking?   I know I’ve talked about choosing Knoxville Gray....

or maybe a pretty thyme green.  But I think I’m chicken.  I’d probably love it, but I’d have to commit to it for a long, long time.  We won’t be doing a kitchen makeover again anytime soon.  I’m probably going to play it safe.  I don’t want white, I want something creamier and deeper.  Not beige, not khaki, not yellow-toned....just a creamy, soft, off-white.

That’s our wall color and our flooring - I just plugged in some fake cabinet fronts and oil-rubbed bronze hardware and faucet.  That’s a nice, serene space and will still lend itself to seasonal decor - spring flowers to Christmas reds. If you know me you already know that I’m going to drive myself crazy comparing fifty shades of cream before deciding on the right one.  One step in the wrong direction and I’ll have cabinets that look yellow, a toe the other way and they’re too cool.  No one else would care but I’d see it every day of my life.  Yeah, yeah, I know - first world problem. Speaking of fifty shades of cream - I haven’t colored my roots in ages and I’m back in the camp of not wanting to keep that cycle going.  I wonder if I could just get a starburst of really light highlights on the crown of my head and let everything grow out again. I think I just want to be an artist granny with a long, white braid.  My mother told me that white hair aged me, but I’m telling you - the last eight months have aged me more than the last eight years.  I’m hoping that 2023 revives me.  Of course, I’ll be 60 on my next birthday, I’m allowed to age. If wrinkles only go where the smiles have been then I’ve smiled a lot. Anyywayyyy, I’ll be back tomorrow with some things to say. I’ve been thinking about stuff.  I’ve got to pop some dinner in the oven for the mister and then kick his butt at Jeopardy.  It’s all part of our romantic daily routine.    Stay tuned for fast-paced, meaningful blog posts.  Just kidding, it’ll be more nonsense. Stay safe, stay well, see ya’ tomorrow.

Nancy

[sistermp3]

anyywayyyys

[cheollipop]

No, bc your latest fic has me fighting demons in this fairy lit room,,, I-I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST SOLDIER. [Ugly snot filled sobs] How am I going to recover and I have not even finished reading. I had to stop reading on my tablet and open my laptop up, mind you I am reeling from the slapps from wooyoung!!!!!! seriously, kisses to you big brain and whatever else you want. The tiny person in my head is slowly losing grips on reality like King George AJINAIFPIH

nabi I'm dying here 😭😭😭 snot filled sobs omg- and not king georgeee hwhfkshd

I know this is about a 7k smut fic but I'm just sitting here giggling and blushing like an idiot, I'm glad it had that effect on you hehe >:3 I had to stop writing and walk around my house multiple times while writing it, also may have gone outside to touch grass and look at the sky... I remember writing out an outline while talking to a friend and I kept startling her because I fully screeched every time an idea popped into my head hahaha

anyywayyyy,, thank you so much nabiii, I'm so glad you sent this ask!! it made me really happyy-- I hope you're having a great day/night! mwahh~ (^3^)♡

[technicallyblakebelladonna]

let’s hop on that bumbleby angst train shall we :))))

SPOILERS FOR V8E13

AO3 link here!

Seconds.

Seconds.

Blake isn’t unfamiliar to the way life changes, the way it’s always changed. Her mentor, her partner - a monster. Her own convictions - warped. Twisted. Her best friend, ripped away from her in a violent twist of fate.

But that was all gradual. Little things that piled up, escaped her notice until it was too late. He became a monster - and so did she, she supposed. But it was always so much easier to accept that she was the villain in her own story. Self-loathing was easier to accept that way.

Until it wasn’t.

Until someone else showed her that she was worth loving.

Seconds.

Heartbeats.

She’d missed.

It was gradual with Yang too - looking back on that first meeting, it was easy to see that things had changed along the way. But in the moment, it was hard to see it. In the thick of it, right in the middle of Yang, of being bathed in her smile, in feeling her warmth, hearing her laugh - she hadn’t recognized what she had. 

What they were building together.

So many words unsaid. So many seconds wasted. So many moments missed.

“YANG!”

Life had been so kind to her - Yang had been so kind. She’d showed her again and again and again. Her actions were so full and vivid in such a stark and obvious contrast to Adam’s empty hollowness. She was so present, so constant- 

Was.

Seconds ago, she was.

Seconds ago, Yang was there. Seconds ago, Blake had hope. Seconds ago, Blake hadn’t even thought to imagine her life without Yang’s love. Seconds ago, Blake wouldn’t have thought about regretting not saying the words that filled her throat with honey.

Seconds.

Gambol Shroud’s line took mere moments to pay out, to tug taut and - for a split second, Yang had caught it. Blake had believed.

But that split second shattered, the way that Neo turned to shards under the weight of blind rage.

Yang hadn’t caught it. Yang had fallen.

And she was gone. Within seconds, she was. 

Blake had spent her whole life measuring happiness by seconds, taken and snatched where she could and cherishing each one of them. Then, when seconds grew too small of a time frame, her heart expanded to minutes, hours. Days. Weeks. She lost appreciation for the smaller moments, the seconds, almost taking happiness for granted as she found unconditional love within her chosen family.

She should have never been so fucking foolish. She should’ve known better.

It only took seconds to lose her. 

The moments she took for granted.

The heartbeats that didn’t have an ending.

A piece of her was now missing. It had vanished to gold in the abyss - and it was never coming back.

[possessed-cryptid]

but is shane madej the genie or is the genie shane madej? or is shane madej merely playing the genie for the metaness of this narrative or has shane madej actually been the genie this whole time? was shane madej the demon actually shane madej the genie, or is-

[rosenallies]

182 and 189 for Rosenali?

182. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

189. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

Yes, I ripped off a few lines from lana del rey’s ride music video, what about it?😐

—-

Rosé leaned her head back, the wind tousling her hair, nothing but the open road ahead of her. The only sound in her ears, the wind passing by and the rev of her motorcycle. It wasn’t the way she imagined her life would turn out, when she was younger she had a plan ahead of her, she was going to be a singer. And she was, just not a very popular one. It took her getting everything she ever wanted it and then losing it to find safety in comfort in the open road. She had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing she desired anymore except to make herself into a work of art. And that she did.

She rode all night, finally stopping in some seedy town in the middle of nowhere. She found a motel and a bar within a mile of each other, a perfect night for her, really. She pulled into the bar and parked her bike, adjusting her leather jacket as she walked inside.

The bar was nearly empty, a couple lone patrons at the bar and an older couple at one of the tables. She went straight to the bar, taking a seat next to a pretty brunette.

“Can I get a shot, and whatever for the pretty girl,” Rosé said to the bartender, the brunette looking up at her shyly.

“Oh, um can I get a jack and coke, please?”

When she looked up, Rosé found her face to he even more beautiful not covered by a curtain of dark hair.

“I’m Rosé,” she said, a smile on her lips.

The girl blushed. “I’m Denali.”

Rosé hummed under her breath. “Pretty name, but if I must say you’re even prettier yourself.”

Denali’s confidence must have peaked because she sits up straighter, crossing her legs so that her short skirt rode up her thick thighs, showing them off. “Thank you,” she said, louder and more clear.

She knew Rosé was staring at her legs and ass, and Rosé didn’t care how unabashedly she was doing so.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to seduce me,” Rosé said, a smirk on her lips.

Shrugging, Denali took a sip of the drink that had just been placed in front of her. “Maybe you don’t know any better,” she said, fingertips grazing Rosé’s hand.

Rosé could feel the tingles where Denali touched her and the look the other girl was giving her made her heart flutter.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed,” Rosé chuckled.

Her breath hitched in her throat, Denali suddenly feeling hot around the collar, her shyness coming back. “Maybe we should,-?”

“Maybe we should get out of here?” Rosé said, finishing her sentence.

Denali let out a breath. “Can we?”

“I can get a room at the motel up the street?”

“I have an apartment that’s closer,” Denali said.

Rosé and Denali walked outside, Denali practically hanging off of the redhead, inhaling the scent of genuine leather and cigarette smoke on Rosé’s jacket.

“Hop on,” Rosé said, gesturing to the back of the bike she just swung her leg over.

Nervously, Denali sat on the back of it, her arms wrapped tightly around Rosé’s torso.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” Rose assured her.

Before Denali could take a second to deep breathe, the engine revved and they were taking off down the street, the wind in their hair. For the first time in forever, Denali felt alive. She briefly wondered if that’s how Rosé felt all the time.

Soon enough, they were pulling in front of Denali’s building, the run down building make Denali feel sick.

Her door was the first to the left and they couldn’t get there fast enough, Denali’s hands shaking with anticipation as she fumbled trying to unlock the door. Rosé took the key from her, her own steady hands easily turning the key in the lock.

As soon as the door was shut behind them, Denali had thrown herself at Rosé, her lips soft and dry against her own.

“Bedroom,” Rosé mumbled against Denali’s lips.

Denali hummed in agreement, walking backwards with Rosé still kissing her, a tango she had never done before. By the time they got to the bedroom, Denali’s skirt was hiked up around her hips and Rosé’s beloved jacket was tossed somewhere on the floor and soon enough, both were completely naked and pressed to each other on the bed, the soft mattress cradling their bodies.

Naked, Denali was even more gorgeous than Rosé could have imagined, she was tanned and toned with the best ass and thighs she’d ever seen. Though, Denali could say the same for Rosé, but instead the fascination lied with her ample chest.

Rosé crawled in between Denali’s spread legs, biting at the juncture of her high. “I want to make you come again and again,” she rasped.

And she was always one to keep her promises. After countless orgasms from the both of them, Rosé lied back in the bed, sweaty and sated, cigarette smoke leaving her lips and curling up into the air. Denali laid her head on the readhead’s chest, reveling in the way Rosé played with her hair.

“What’s life like here?” Rosé said out of the blue, suddenly curious about how such a bright soul ended up in such a dull place.

Denali sighed. “I hate it here. What’s life like where you live? Which is where by the way?”

“I live everywhere and nowhere all at once,” she said, “and I’m in love with my life. Just me and the open road, nothing holding me down.”

“Must be nice,” Denali said with a yawn, her eyes growing heavy.

Rosé kissed her temple. “Sleep, baby.”

Denali wanted to protest her heavy eyelids, but soon enough she fell victim to sleep, snoring softly against Rosé’s shoulder.

Her soft snoring lulled Rosé to sleep shortly after, the last thought on her brain being that she would usually get up and leave after hours of passionate sex, but something told her she should stay.

All night, Rosé dreamt of the road but it wasn’t just her, by her side in every city and state was a girl with long brunette hair and the sweetest dimples she’d ever seen. She couldn’t get a good glimpse of the girls’ face but in the morning she knew exactly who it was.

“Come with me,” Rosé said, waking Denali from her sleep.

She rubbed her bleary eyes. “Wha-?”

“I know we just met, but come with me. You said you hated it here.”

“What? Come with you? I can’t just get up and leave,” she exclaimed.

“Why?” Rosé asked sincerely.

Denali stuttered, she really couldn’t think of a reason. She had no ties to this place, her family disowned her after she came out and she was alone. She had nothing but this shitty apartment and the clothes on her back.

“I-I don’t know,” Denali admitted.

Rosé took her hands. “Don’t be scared, just come with me and we’ll make a good life for ourselves on the road.”

Denali couldn’t fight the feeling in her that told her she needed to say yes, she tried to rack her brain for a reason not to, even the fact that they had just met wasn’t throwing her off, somehow she trusted Rosé.

“Please,” Rosé said finally.

Denali took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll come with you.”

[sevensilverhearts]

i think the reason i luv sad music so much is because i luv feeling, often times i surpress my emotions alot and music helps me become more in tune with myself

[nariul]

okay what the hell now im even more mad. WHY THE HELL DID IT-?!?!??!?!!?! arghghghhgh anyywayyyy i did the sketch up because im pissed of something that happened today… ahhh im definetly animating the first post… ill definetly be linearting the 2nd post, since i love and hate that ending. its 12:30 pm dangit why did it flip,,,,, Gonna animate Narrator strangling the Adventure Line™ because why not WOOOOH edit: it never flipped vertically anyway whaaaat..