#here he is. for u :]
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stealingpotatoes · 1 month ago
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my brother and I have very different opinions on my cat’s weight
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ciil · 2 months ago
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he is touching vik’s lil mole above his lip :3
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golswia · 4 months ago
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supple-MENTAL am I right-
I love how fast Jon spiraled between seasons
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hinamie · 10 months ago
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morning glory
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oureddie · 16 days ago
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#denial is a river in egypt
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little bee and ratchet from 10 years ago,...
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mimorobo · 2 months ago
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THE GREAT PAPYRUS!!!!
He's FINALLY here!! I don't know why he took so long but I'm so so happy he's done now!! You'd think his battle body would be the hardest to do?? Well, no, it was the boots XD
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He's one of the bigger puppets, so he can't stand on his own, and BOY is he hard to work with!! But he has that energy I always want to animate with, so it's a fun challenge!! I hope I captured that feeling of Papyrus!!! :D
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No surprise, everyone's happy to see him!! (And he's ecstatic to see em too!!)
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Coolest Dude around... :D
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sadagios · 2 months ago
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my right hand man.
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+ some really really rough sketches of duos for the au. if you cant figure whats going on with the sketches, dont worry, i cant either.
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nojaloart · 8 months ago
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everyone give it up for god’s worstest failchild
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juunipupu · 3 months ago
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Knight and a secret to share
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eggsdrawings · 8 months ago
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the kaminari and mina friendship is underutilized and i think we need to change that
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hinamie · 10 months ago
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I don't want to regret the way I lived
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foolsocracy · 2 months ago
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dont ask me how he got to nebraska i just like putting him in situations
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ysther · 1 month ago
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vat7k fandom will you accept me
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inkskinned · 4 months ago
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you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.
but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.
well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?
his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.
still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.
so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.
and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.
what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.
it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?
it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.
maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.
#spilled ink#warm up#oh im .... sick to my stomach.#i talked to him. like ....... we talked. that man interacted with my poetry and writing.#that article.... gutwrenching. i am so sorry to everyone he's ever even been in the room with.#i feel.... like... unbearably. sick.#he acted like he was cool and friends with me!! we were cool internet writers together!!!!!#i feel sick for even having been polite to him.#i ...... am experiencing something so fucking complicated.#i wonder how many of u are feeling that too. like ''oh i sent him an ask and he was funny and sweet''#THATS HOW THEY GET U. ..... and YES I KNOW!!!#i am so fucking well-read about parasocial relationships. it would just be nice to like. trust that someone ISNT#hiding a huge fucking background of BEING A COMPLETE MONSTER. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK.#by the way i am not part of a fandom. this is “what the fuck i accidentally supported a rapist” not#“but my showww”. like i care far more about like. the human cost.#but also like... people are people. idk i saw a take on here about how nobody should mourn the books#and idk. people almost always reply to any scenario with their personal experience first -#''i knew him'' or ''wow i was just at that store'' or ''i grew up there'' or whatever. because that is how we establish connection &#emotional weight. that's just... a person thing. and there is a difference between 'oh this guy is a monster'' & the feeling of:#he's been a monster and i SUPPORTED THAT. i CELEBRATED him. i !!! a fucking victim myself!!!!!!!!! SUPPORTED . HIM.#i am sick. i feel so much pain for her and everyone he's ever hurt. saying ''the books are ruined'' is i think ... like how people say#they're shocked and disgusted by him. (obviously there's nuance here. im sure there's some creep doin it wrong. but u know. in general)#idk..... im an author. i understand my work is in your life in whatever small way. i understand that connection. it's real.
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queenofthearchives · 3 months ago
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BAMF Alfred Pennyworth holding a rifle. Caption reads: 'My rifle? Why, Master Bruce, I never leave the house without it!' This is from my fic Tim and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by QueenoftheArchives on ao3. If you're in the mood for some batfam crack fic, give it a read.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62690473/chapters/160486216#workskin
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