#honey you are in public

[leclercsbf]

charles “let me look at the photo one more time” leclerc.

[once-delight]

can't say anything that will convince me this isn't a direct dig at Armand's cute lil kitten fangs

[ashes-in-a-jar]

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[ivys-garden]

With things like "Infestation 88" and "Mickey's Mouse Trap" being announced I feel it is once again nessicary to say:

Using public domain as an excuse solely to create parody of the original work completely defeats the purpose of public domain

[peachy-doodles]

for the drawing requests... Larry n Kabu dancing together..... Heehee....

did this as a cool down sketch after those owed art pieces i did... tysm... thinking abt them dancing together is rly funny. short ass kabu can barely reach. they need to put this man in some heels fr.

[aniseandspearmint]

I got a nasty anon ask in my box this morning. It was pretty impolite (no death threats or anything, just generally rude and assumptive), so I'm not answering it directly, most of it was nonsense.

BUT there is a thing I think people NEED to understand about tumblr, and social media/blogging as a whole that it appears some people are unclear on.

Everything you post on tumblr is public.

You cannot do 'private' blogging on here. You post it, it is OUT here for good or for ill. Literally anyone you have not blocked can roll up to your blog and look through your stuff, and reblog it.

You can mark posts unrebloggable, and lock comments on them, if you want. But still, the post is public.

Yesterday a really bad fatalistic about voting post crossed my dash. I can't remember who it was from, and I wouldn't name names here anyway. Normally I scroll on by those, but I was tired, and in pain, and it managed to press my buttons juuuust right for me to reblog it with a bit of a screed on how the person who wrote it was being a psyop (using this as a catch all term for people trying to get people not to vote here) and trying to get people not to vote. Which I stand by, it was exactly in the vein of posts I recall from the 2016 election from people saying why THEY could NEVER vote for Hilary.

They proceeded to jump all over me for reblogging their 'private post' and for trying to 'scare' them and how they're 'an undecided voter' and my use of the term 'dog crap', blah blah blah.

(If you're undecided at this late stage I don't think anything I do or say is gonna sway you to do the right thing, and withholding your vote is only a moral option in elections that AREN'T literally FASCISM vs DEMOCRACY, but *handwaves* that's not my point here.)

Whatever.

My point is you cannot come on here and post things and expect them to stay on your blog. All it takes is accidentally leaving your finger on a post too long while you're on mobile and it's been reblogged.

[deliriuxe]

I love when I look at a character and go "yeah no honey therapy ain't gonna cut it for you. Admission to long term inpatient care is what you need."

[youcallyourselfafilmcritic]

Anyway general reminder that "I hate this trend of putting children's characters into dark horror stories" is compatible with "I think the public domain is good"

[jrueships]

Kawhi+paul georp

PAUL GEORP

[softquietsteadylove]

Here to say I’m missing Thenamesh Rus AU and this is in fact a prompt 😅 (sorry I have two brain cells and neither of them are working to formulate a real prompt but I appreciate anything u give us!!!)

Gil strolled through the crowd. He was coming off watch duty, although now that winter was over and spring was approaching, it wasn't quite so agonising. Even so, he was still volunteering to cover Thena's watch when at all possible for her.

He only relented when Thena herself insisted on him staying inside and resting in the warmth of his room.

The humans called it Maslenitsa, or some form of it. They were celebrating, and the sizzling of hot cakes could be heard all over the place. People had cast iron out over the fires, flipping the fluffy, sugary confections.

"Hot cake, Strong One?"

He tilted his head at the offer. There were plenty of other fires making hot cakes, and he had to admit he was curious to ask about how the technique and recipes varied between them all. But this one was already being held out to him; it seemed rude to ignore it. "Oh, uh, thanks."

The woman smiled, leaning on her knees and resting her chin in her palm. "You and your merry band should enjoy Maslenitsa. The nights will become shorter and the sun will be strong."

"That's good," Gil murmured, even looking up at the sky to admire the colour of it. Thena could do with a little more sun, after all. He chewed the hot cake. He thought it could do with a finer grind on the wheat they used, but it was tasty (hot butter and melted sugar would, of course, do that for anything). "This is good."

"It's a newer technique, the old ones don't always add the sugar," the woman smiled, flicking a long train of dark hair over her shoulder. "But I quite like to try new things."

Gil took another bite; the sugar did a lot to add to the light texture, he thought. Surely adding only butter would just be eating a flat biscuit, or soft hardtack.

"Where is the Warrior?"

Gil blinked, surprised she was asking. But he supposed he was rarely without Thena. Many of the people in this country had light yellow hair--more here than anywhere else they had stayed. But Thena's hair was the envy of many of them. It was great hair. "We all shift the responsibility of looking out for trouble. I'm sure she's around here somewhere."

"I see."

Gil licked his fingers finishing off the cake. "Thanks--it's-"

"Have another."

He was going to refuse politely. There were more he could try if he wanted to. But she was already extending another one. His insides squirmed. "Well, okay then."

"The attacks on our walls are lessening," the woman continued to make light conversation as he ate. Her eyelids fluttered and her lips pursed faintly. "Will you and your ilk disappear again?"

Gil thought about his words. They had been here long enough that most had accepted that they were part of the royal party, as it were. It was a sign they were assimilating effectively if people didn't think of them as temporary presences. The more they could muddy the waters around their connection to Deviant attacks the better.

Greece was all but convinced for three whole generations that Thena had fallen from the sky like an angel from the moment Athens was built. Most had forgotten that they had simply showed up one day.

"Your presence would be sorely missed."

Well, that was nice of her to say. Gil mulled on things with his mouth full of hot cake. What to say? They would, in fact, disappear sooner than later. "Uh, I guess we'll see what the Queen decides."

"Of course," the woman lowered her eyes. Sankta Olga's rule was beyond question, after all. She peeked at him coquettishly. "Would you like to know how to make the bliny?"

Apparently that was the hot cake sizzling in butter. He was curious. "Hm, I-"

"There you are."

Gil's face broke into a grin, "there you are--been looking for you."

"Is that so," Thena purred in a funny tone. She let him pull her closer to him, but her eyes were on the stranger. That was common for the Warrior Eternal though.

"Warrior," the woman curtsied to her.

"Have you had these?" Gil asked, gesturing with the half-finished hot cake in his hand. In truth, he had eaten this one slowly, wondering if he might find her and let her have the rest of it. "They're pretty good."

Thena observed the cake briefly before eyeing the woman again. "Tempting, are they?"

The woman shrank back some, letting more than just the fire separate them. Gil wasn't sure what had spooked her, but he held up the cake for Thena to try. "I think you'll like them. Try it."

Thena dragged her eyes away from the woman. She looked at the cake, but ultimately moved his hand out of her way, albeit gently. Her hand remained clasped around his larger one as she smiled, "I shall."

His eyes slid closed as she raised her lips to his. It was a simple peck at first, but she lingered, waiting for further access. Her tongue slithered past his, tracing around his mouth for the hot butter and syrup lingering there. His other arm came up to wrap around her waist completely.

"Hm," Thena moaned pleasantly. She leaned back, licking those perfect lips of hers. Her eyes had a mischievous sparkle in them, "delicious."

Gil blushed, although the woman had needed to look away from such a display.

"I quite like it," Thena added, continuing on as if the kiss had not occurred. She looked at the woman who was now too embarrassed to look at either of them. "I would like one as well."

"O-Of course, Warrior," the woman stuttered, her earlier smoothness and charisma leaving her. She handed over a fresh one from off the iron.

Gil swept it up into his free hand. Thena looked at him, pouting cutely. But he grinned, "it's hot. I'll hold it for you."

Thena rolled her eyes at his chivalry; it was not as though she were human, she could hold something as hot as that. It was no raw, molten iron straight from the fire, like he could. But she allowed it, bending her head to take a delicate bite of her fresh bliny.

He took a bite of his remaining one to finish it off. He raised his brows at her, curious if she wanted the last of this one straight from his mouth, but she shook her head, taking his arm and leading him away from the mortified human.

"You must get better at perceiving when women are hinting at you."

"Hinting what?" he asked. He thought he was pretty good at reading people, actually. He could read a room, he was quite sure. Maybe sometimes a few things might go over his head, but that was what he had her for--to watch his blind spots.

Thena just smiled, dusting some crumbs out of the fur on his shoulders. Soon, they wouldn't need to be draped in furs all the time. "Had I not arrived when I did, I do believe she would have asked you to sample more--the way I did with you?"

He furrowed his brows; that seemed impractical. But oh!--she meant the woman was trying to flirt her way into his arms! She was right, he was terrible at picking up those kinds of signals. He pouted right back at her, "you know I don't pay attention to how mortal women communicate that...stuff."

Thena must have been feeling the good weather. Rather than glare at him, her energy crackling and sparking in her palms, she let her amusement show. She ran her hand down his chest again, tilting her head to peck right at the corner of his lips. She pulled back, licking her lips again; he must have had crumbs there. "Indeed."

He chuckled; if she was happy, then he was too. He nuzzled the tips of their noses together, "sorry, Solnyshkuh."

She sighed cutely, feigning some maidenly distress. "I suppose it is not your fault you are so desired."

"Hey, speak for yourself," he grinned, continuing to lead her through the festivities with their arms wound together. "I witnessed several proposal attempts at that last ball we went to."

She laughed. "Those entertain you as much as they do, me."

That was true; they always had a good chuckle about it later. "And will you laugh about this with me later?"

Thena eyed his lips for a moment. "Later."

Fine with him, she could stake her territory all she liked with him. He would resign himself to it happily.

"I would like to know how they make them," he murmured, looking around at the various other offerings of bliny and flatbreads and cheese.

"I'm certain you need only ask," Thena also looked around them. Several women waved at them; she scowled again. "Perhaps the royal cook--the old one with the moustache."

He chuckled again. He tilted her chin back to him, using her good mood to sneak yet another kiss. "Whose am I?"

She lit, like the sun itself. "Mine."

"Whose?" he repeated, kissing her cheek as reverently as a goddess deserved.

"Gil," she laughed, chiding him lightly, although it came out airy as he tickling below her jaw with his teeth. "Mine."

"All yours," he swore, even canoodling in the middle of an open market. "Besides-"

Thena drew her brows together at his significant pause. Although they shot up as he snuck his hands under her heavy cloak to give the behind of her dress a pat.

"Your hotcakes are still the best."

"Gilgamesh!"

[isa-ah]

man i wish we could just book it n immigrate already. its so expensive to get anywhere but if we can just get a foot in the door yknow? im tired of being so fuckin broke LOL

[wernerherzogs]

honestly i would say this off anon too but you are one of the best of us! you do so much good for the ecosystem with your reblogs/fic recs/commentary/ideas and cheerleading, plus you have generally good vibes and i appreciate that you’re a hater in the fun way!!!!

bryan cranston mouthing me?.gif....... 🥺🥹 oh this is so sweet. so sweet 🥹 thank you so, so much!!! i do try... i do try to be a good Reblogger at the very least for sure ❣️

[parasitoidism]

Ur making me want to get into devilman...the art is so intoxicating to me

it is very good but I feel like I gotta state for the record it’s not something you should read if you want to like. Have fun. It’s just very grim and violent especially toward the end

[omegabenaeart]

ngl, Charles probably stared at Bea a lot when she was a newborn

but it gave her a staring problem when she got older

Bea really said 👁️👄👁️

[mymarifae]

[nutntubear]

you know what bothers me most about the public domain property to horror movie/game pipeline?

it's all entirely creatively bankrupt. wow, you took a beloved, iconic children's character and made them a killer! oh, you made them into an eldritch monster! daring today, aren't we! here's your press coverage and your profit for doing such a good job at doing fucking nothing.