#but yeah why not

[iztea]

Love your fem Skk! Femzai is me when I had longer hair lol. Now I am lowkey Femchuuya.

I would love to see Fem Fyodor in your style! (maybe Fem! Fyolai?).

Happy new year!

🍩 Anon

haha thank you donut emoji anon and happy new year! i'm pretty busy with comms at the moment but maybe after i finish them i'll sketch something

[chroniclesmacaque]

Truffle Kerfuffle

Summary:

""Of course, that didn’t last long. Michi turned her attention in the direction Sara was looking at, and —in an almost cinematographic coincidence— Kazuma turned around right in that moment as well. Both their faces lit up, and, in a matter of seconds, Kazuma’s long strides had crossed the cafe to meet them at their table by the large window pane."

In which Kazuma unwittingly crashes a date.

AO3 link in reblog

Lopmon settled the foamy moka cup in front of Michi. 

"Thank you!" Michi beamed and immediately started downing it. 

Lopmon nodded solemnly, completely ignoring the intensely amusing streaks of foam sitting atop Michi’s upper lips. "A pleasure to serve you." 

Since Plotmon wanted to try strudel, they settled on it for the four of them. Despite Bakumon's natural shyness, curiosity had it at the edge of its seat, staring intensely as Lopmon served each of them their portion with impressive adroitness, for using its long lop ears to do so. It had a rather impeccable precision.

“Please enjoy!” Lopmon bowed and excused itself, gliding back to the counter.

The reason Michi favored Truffle was evident— allowing tamers to bring along their partner digimon was hugely convenient. It was also far too noisy for Sara’s tastes, but such was the nature of cafes. In general, Michi seemed to really enjoy loud places. Speaking of boisterous, a particularly rowdy boy accompanied by a bearmon entered the cafe at that moment. Sara recognized him as one of the tamers who was friends with Michi. Kazuma was his name, if she recalled correctly. Given the location of Truffle, that it had a lot of teenaged patrons wasn’t rare. But even among all of them, Kazuma stood out due to his rather rakish build and loud voice. At least he was entertained making chat to the owner at the counter.

Of course, that didn’t last long. Michi turned her attention in the direction Sara was looking at, and —in an almost cinematographic coincidence— Kazuma turned around right in that moment as well. Both their faces lit up, and in a matter of seconds, Kazuma’s long strides had crossed the cafe to meet them at their table by the large window pane.

“Kazuma, long time no see!” Michi slided to make space for Kazuma on her side of the boot. 

Kazuma took the offer without missing a beat, carrying Bearmon in his arms to sit it on his lap. And just like that, Sara’s outing with Michi also included Kazuma. Bakumon drew closer to her side, and she wouldn’t deny it brought her comfort before the prospect of having to deal with someone who was essentially a stranger.

“I’ll say! You barely drop by Truffle anymore!” 

Michi chuckled, abashedly. "I have been a little busy…” 

“Well, I’m just glad I got to see you today,” Kazuma beamed and then turned his attention to Sara, greeting her with a slight bow. “Hello! I think this is the first time we get to hang out! I’m Natsuyagi Kazuma and this is my partner, Bearmon!” His partner waved at her as if on cue. “I have been wanting to get to know you!

"Yes! We have heard so much about you!" 

Wanting to get to know her? It was true they ultimately had fought together to settle the spiral matter, but… It struck Sara as an odd thing to say to someone you had faced off against as an enemy many times, especially when Sara had been rather merciless to them. Then again, there she was, sitting with Michi. Perhaps most of Michi’s tamer friends were like that. The little Herissmon and their partner had also expressed a similar sentiment.

Sara reciprocated the bow. “I am Shinkai Sara. My first name uses the character for sal tree and my last name the characters for new and sea. This is Bakumon, my partner.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Bakumon folded its legs together.

"Pleasure is all mine!“

It was probably strange to be introducing each other this late, but it gave Sara a sense of relief upon clearing a socializing step correctly. 

"So, how is exam prep going?" 

Michi grimaced. "Let's not talk about that." 

Naturally, Plotmon, who had milky streaks all around its mouth to match Michi's, had to give him the details: "Michi has been getting distracted as usual. Just the other day, we dealt with a digiegg that appeared at the library instead of her studies."

"Ah, man! That brings back memories!" Kazuma laughed and petted Bearmon's head, who was busying itself with part of Michi's strudel. 

"I'm not worried, though," Plotmon added, turning to see Sara. "Because Sara has been helping Michi; as long as she's with her, I can be at ease."

"Aw, she does look super reliable," Kazuma looked at her with a strange look, like he had witnessed something incredibly moving. 

Michi chuckled awkwardly. If Sara were inclined to laugh when nervous, she'd do the same now that all eyes were on her. She wracked her brain for a reply. 

"I-it's not a problem…" 

Bizarrely, Kazuma's ear-to-ear grin seemed to grow larger. "You two are spending a lot of time together, aren't you?" 

"Kazuma…" 

"Well, I am tutoring her. Of course we see each other often." 

And Michi had been grounded, which probably played a bigger factor to her not paying a visit to her friends than their study sessions. 

"I'm so happy!" Kazuma raised his balled fists close to his face, clearly pumped up; over what? Sara couldn't tell. Her tutoring Michi hardly warranted so much fanfare. "Michi worked super hard to get to you before, seeing that things worked out between you two makes me super happy!" 

Michi buried her face in her hands and groaned. 

"It's true, it's all she could think about," Plotmon giggled. 

"Not you too…" 

Sara covered her mouth, feeling her cheeks starting to warm up. It's not like she didn't already know Michi had chased her relentlessly, but having pointed it out like this was a little embarrassing. 

"You helped us a bunch when Grandracmon took Michi, too! I have been wanting to talk to you since then!" 

Sara recalled that he had waved at her back then, after she had created the digital point at the park. At the time, she hadn't known what to make of it. So, this is what it had been about? Kazuma was, shockingly, even more candid than Michi. In general, all her friends seemed to be that way— openthearted and warm. Sara seemed to be the odd one out. That other boy, Keito, had been able to be frank to Eiji in a way she had only begun to graze. 

"I-it was no trouble at all…" Sara repeated herself, feeling beyond awkward. 

"Anyway! Enough of that!" Michi patted Kazuma's shoulder, "How is practice going?" 

He shot her a thumbs up: "Coach Akira praised my footwork the other day!" 

"Do you play any sports?" Bearmon asked, snout sprinkled with pastry crumbs. 

"No, I don't. They have never been my forte."

It was a phrasing that usually kept people from prying, although she wasn't too sure it'd work as effectively in this instance. She pressed her thumb to her cheek. It was always like this— Sara always had to put in a lot of work to answer seemingly innocuous questions in order to predict whether her replies will fall into a range that will still read normal and agreeable to her interlocutors. Having to dodge the invisible obstacle course of unwanted pity and condescension. This is why she hated talking to people. 

"Kazuma is super good! He can score field goals no problem!" 

Sara nodded, feigning understanding of the terminology. She wasn't sure what sport Kazuma played, but, at this point, it felt too awkward to ask. 

"Well, I still need to polish my throws," Kazuma scratched the back of his head. "But I appreciate the faith, Bearmon!" He ruffled his partner's hat, and then, like a switch flipped, his expression got downright dreamy. "I hope someday I can be half as good as Takumi!" 

Wait. That Takumi? The same Hiiragi Takumi she briefly cooperated with? 

"You're always going over how great Takumi is, it's making me curious whether he really is that good of a player," Michi frowned. 

"Of course he is! How could you doubt that?!" 

Michi held up her hands. "I mean, I have never seen him play but…" she started muttering almost unintelligibly, "...cold and he just took so long to work together with us. Hard to picture him in a team."

"Takumi was our ace, that's true," Kazuma's chest swelled, "It's true he would get ahead during matches and be strict as a captain, but that's because he knew the game better than anyone! When it was better to apply this or that strategy. I still have a lot to learn from him! And I mean! Him and Sara had amazing teamwork, that proves it!" 

"He was reliable," Sara conceded. 

And very gruff. Although, Sara wouldn't deny she had liked it best to keep their talks strictly about business. Besides, it couldn't be helped given the circumstances of how Takumi's collaboration with Eiji came to be. 

"I knew it! If there's one word that describes senpai, it's reliable!" 

“Eh, I guess."

Sara had to choke back a snort. Kazuma’s adoration for Takumi was somewhat endearing, though. It reminded her of a certain someone…

"Dorumon was nice," Bakumon mumbled. 

Sara scratched behind Bakumon's ears, who sighed contentedly. Perhaps it had been selfish to keep Bakumon all to herself. Maybe they both had longed to meet others. She hoped Bakumon and Plotmon could continue to get along and, maybe, even learn to rely on each other. Michi always liked saying that the more, the merrier. Sara had serious reservations about the phrase, but perchance she and Bakumon could use more company, more allies, more… love. 

When Sara tuned back into the convo, she caught Michi and Kazuma talking about pastries and a girl named Mayu. A little blink, and the conversation had gotten out of her hands. Sara wasn't even sure she knew who Mayu was. She covered her mouth with her fingers, biting her index slightly. She had always known keeping pace with others was harder for herself in a myriad of ways, but it truly could get disorienting.

Right in that moment, Lopmon glided into their table, clearing its throat: “Pardon the interruption, but, Kazuma, Chihiro says you should pick up your order before it goes cold.”

Kazuma shot to his feet. That Bearmon knew to jump ship before it got sent flying was a testament to their partnership.

“Ah, crap! I forgot! Sorry!” He turned to both her and Michi, bowing apologetically. “I’m actually on an errand for the club, I’ll see you later, okay?” 

And then he ran off. Michi bursted out laughing. 

"I don't know why you're laughing, you do the same thing all the time," Plotmon shook its head. 

Lopmon sighed.

“Is everything to your liking?” 

“Yeah!” Michi said in between bursts of laughter. “Can we get the bill, please?”

“Right away.” 

And off Lopmon went as well.

“Sorry about that,” Michi joined her palms together. “I just hadn’t seen Kazuma in a while.”

Sara shook her head. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“Really? You seemed uncomfortable.”

Tch. Of course, Michi had noticed. Somehow that turned the experience into something actually irksome.

“Michi—”

“Sara,” Michi looked at her with a look that rivaled her Plotmon’s wounded puppy look.

“I don’t mind meeting your friends…” Sara exhaled more deeply than she thought she would, “But knowing in advance would be good, yeah. Not to mention we were in the middle of…”

Michi blushed. “Let me make it up to you!”

Sara sighed, endeared. Michi was about to drag her who knows where, no doubt. “Fine.” 

It really was fine. It was part of what made being with her exciting.

[cemeterything]

will never understand the misogynistic inclination to pigeonhole every female character into the "exasperated sensible mom friend" role as if there's anything better than a woman so devoid of maternal instincts that she makes wire mother look soft. woman who rolls over and walks out onto the balcony to smoke a post-coital cigarette alone and leaves without a note or any kind of acknowledgement after sleeping with you because she can't stand the vulnerability of sleeping next to someone, or waking up beside them the following morning. woman whose idea of relaxing is abusing substances alone in a dark corner somewhere, and snarling and snapping at anyone who approaches her, regardless of intent. woman so emotionally unavailable she fails or refuses to notice that her lame ass partner is trying to push the divorce papers until they've taken the kids and left a heartfelt but scathing note pinned to the fridge. woman with more vices than genuine friends. woman whose expression stays blank and arms remain limply at her sides when you wrap her up in yours for a hug. woman without a gentle touch in her body, with nothing but rough edges and sharp angles.

[catastrothy]

went into a fugue state and ate a shitton of overripe nectarines. it felt like a religious experience, to the point i immediately had to draw how i felt

[aropride]

i love cishets and their somewhat ugly pride merch that lets us know they're at least fairly safe to be around i'm serious. like genuinely being like 13 and seeing random adults at the store in black "love is love" shirts where every letter is a different pride flag and the whole thing clashes horribly was the most comforting thing.

[greelin]

often i am saying this

[townofcrosshollow]

Shocked how many people think you can just turn on a computer and leave it on for weeks or months or years and never turn it off and it'll be fine. Computers need their sleep, and sleep mode does not count

[silostosstuff]

I study at the ugliest University of the country, and there are still sightseeing tours of the building???

[klaunee]

I drew this over a year ago but I guess now is the time to post it.

[tanadrin]

I hope there’s an afterlife so that whoever made this pot 2,000 years ago can brag that their cookware is so good it’s still usable literally millennia later. Something about this object being lost for centuries and then rediscovered, and being put (successfully) to its original purpose again is so pleasing to me.

[fanaticalthings]

next thing you're gonna tell me is that the butts match 🙄

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[theboxfort]

[Image Description: A white text box: "Accounts created after May 8th, 2023 have the 'For You' tab as the default dashboard tab. Other existing users' dashboard tabs are not changed. We are also working on making dashboard tabs even more customizable, including adding the ability to choose which tab appears first." End ID.]

From the latest update (June 2nd, 2023)

Oh, fuck this. If you're a new user, don't forget to set your dashboard to Following and turn "Based on your likes" and "Best stuff first" off

EDIT: A few corrections

For new users, you can't change the default back to Following. This means that whenever you open up your app/go to your dash, the first tab you'll see is the For You tab

Note for the previous point, I can't confirm this since my account is rather old, if anybody has an examples, I'd appreciate it

Yes, some people mentioned that you don't have to turn off Based on your likes and Best stuff first, but that's mostly my preference since (to me at least) it does not work, it just shows me random shit that is absolutely not based on my likes

My main problem with this update is that it strips the user from being able to choose what they wanted to see. It's totally cool if you use the For You tab, but it shouldn't be the default option

Additional points from the tags and reblogs:

You can turn off public likes and followings, again, not mandatory, but it's an option

Make sure to turn off Tumblr Live (pretty sure it's only available to US users, which I am not one) since it apparently drains mobile data

There are (browser) addons and extensions that allows you to block elements or make your tumblr experience better, like uBlock Origin (an adblocker which can be used to block certain elements from showing up) and the XKit Control Panel/New XKit

[bixels]

Learning that fans hated Applejack and called her "boring" is crazyyy to me because I genuinely, unironically believe AJ's the most complex character in the main six.

Backstory-wise, she was born into a family of famers/blue collar workers who helped found the town she lives in. She grew up a habitual liar until she had the bad habit traumatized outta her. She lost both her parents and was orphaned at a young age, having to step up as her baby sister's mother figure. She's the only person in the main gang who's experienced this level of loss and grief (A Royal Problem reveals that AJ dreams about memories of being held by her parents as a baby). She moved to Manhattan to live with her wealthy family members, only to realize she'll never fit in or be accepted, even amongst her own family. The earlier seasons imply she and her family had money problems too (In The Ticket Master, AJ wants to go to the gala to earn money to buy new farm equipment and afford hip surgery for her grandma).

Personality-wise, she's a total people-pleaser/steamroller (with an occasional savior complex) who places her self worth on her independence and usefulness for other people, causing her to become a complete workaholic. In Applebuck Season, AJ stops taking care of herself because of her obsessive responsibilities for others and becomes completely dysfunctional. In Apple Family Reunion, AJ has a tearful breakdown because in she thinks she dishonored her family and tarnished her reputation as a potential leader –– an expectation and anxiety that's directly tied to her deceased parents, as shown in the episode's ending scene. In The Last Roundup, AJ abandons her family and friends out of shame because believes she failed them by not earning 1st place in a rodeo competition. She completely spirals emotionally when she isn't able to fulfill her duties toward others. Her need to be the best manifests in intense pride and competitiveness when others challenge her. And when her pride's broken, she cowers and physically hides herself.

Moreover, it's strongly implied that AJ has a deep-seated anger. The comics explore her ranting outbursts more. EQG also obviously has AJ yelling at and insulting Rarity in a jealous fit just to hurt her feelings (with a line that I could write a whole dissection on). And I'm certain I read in a post somewhere that in a Gameloft event, AJ's negative traits are listed as anger.

Subtextually, a lot of these flaws and anxieties can be (retroactively) linked to her parents' death, forcing her to grow up too quickly to become the adult/caregiver of the family (especially after her big brother becomes semiverbal). Notice how throughout the series, she's constantly acting as the "mom friend" of the group (despite everything, she manages to be the most emotionally mature of the bunch). Notice how AJ'll switch to a quieter, calmer tone when her friends are panicking and use soothing prompts and questions to talk them through their emotions/problems; something she'd definitely pick up while raising a child. Same with her stoicism and reluctance at crying or releasing emotions (something Pinkie explicitly points out). She also had a childhood relationship with Rara (which, if you were to give a queer reading, could easy be interpreted as her first 'aha' crush), who eventually left her life. (Interestingly enough, AJ also has an angry outburst with Rara for the same exact reasons as with EQG Rarity; jealous, upset that someone else is using and changing her). It's not hard to imagine an AJ with separation anxiety stemming from her mother and childhood friend/crush leaving. I'm also not above reading into AJ's relationship with her little sister (Y'all ever think about how AB never got to know her parents, even though she shares her father's colors and her mother's curly hair?).

AJ's stubbornness is a symptom of growing up too quickly as well. Who else to play with your baby sister when your brother goes nonverbal (not to discount Big Mac's role in raising AB)? Who else to wake up in the middle of the night to care for your crying baby sister when your grandma needs her rest? When you need to be 100% all the time for your family, you tend to become hard-stuck with a sense of moral superiority. You know what's best because you have to be your best because if you're aren't your best, then everything'll inevitably fall apart and it'll be your fault. And if you don't know what's best –– if you've been wrong the whole time –– that means you haven't been your best, which means you've failed the people who rely on you, which means you can't fulfill your role in the family/society, which makes you worthless . We've seen time and time again how this compulsive need to be right for the sake of others becomes self-destructive (Apple Family Reunion, Sound of Silence, all competitions against RD). We've seen in The Last Roundup how, when no longer at her best, AJ would rather remove herself from her community than confront them because she no longer feels of use to them.

But I guess it is kinda weird that AJ has "masculine" traits and isn't interested in men at all. It's totally justified that an aggressively straight, misogynistic male fandom would characterize her as a "boring background character." /s

At the time of writing this, it's 4:46AM.

[liorlen]

gale origin playthru from astarion’s pov or smth like that

[nat-20s]

I know it's because they both have Issues TM but in retrospect it's a little bit funny that Donna is insecure about her place with The Doctor and wonders whether she deserves to travel the stars or is worthwhile as a friend while Ten is just sitting in the corner like "if I get separated from Donna I'm gonna explode the universe and then myself" and then he does.

[mightyjane]

@swsource​ star wars week: day 5 – don't make me nickname you clones & chosen names

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