#it's my header and everything

[an-internet-introvert]

Just resting his hands on the wall

[prettyboyivy]

Them.

[gvaine]

[punksrhea]

would u be willing to make bianca wrestlemania icons and/or headers ? Her gear always eats ugh

hello! i made a few options, hope you like them <3

header size is 640x360px, icon size is 400x400px. the color codes are: grey - #5a6476, red - #8b0000 and black is standard

don't forget to save icons as png files! :)

[tantaliart]

quiet as a candle and bright as the [morning] sun

[mythalism]

its crazy to me how checking out someones blog before passing judgements on their post you see out of context on your dash or blatantly misinterpreting their posts and leaving an annoying reply/reblog that betrays the depth of your own poor reading comprehension is not common practice. like what do you mean you dont even look to see what other things they've said about a subject or in general, what other topics they talk about, how old they are, or any other contextual information that might better inform your understanding of their statement especially when 99% of the time doing just that will reveal how badly you have bad-faith misinterpreted them. and 1% of the time its some freak with huge titty anime AI porn all over their blog and you know its not worth bothering with. this is why the internet is such a toxic sludgebath and why no one can read or evaluate credible sources

[gojosattoru]

★ JUGRAM HASCHWALTH HEADERS ★ -> requested by anon Hope you like it! For better resolution for the header, you can 1.download on this link! 2.download on this link! 3.download on this link! Thank you for your request honey! <33333~~

COMMISSIONS/KO-FI AND REQUESTS OPEN!!!

[room217prayer]

Tamlin's week - Day 2 (Dark Spring)

Day two of @tamlinweek and wow! I can't believe I'm actually able to post something for this day too! It's only with the Dark Spring Prompt (I wanted to do both, but the time was not on my side) and a victory is again a victory!

I hope you'll enjoy this short story! ♥

Important Tags/Info: Mentions of violence. I just hope to have actually given this a sense of mystery and faerie-ish feels to it.

I won't say now who is the protagonist buuuut... I think you can guess it! (Plus there are mentions of two Tamlin's ships... uhuh...)

(The dividers are made by @olenvasynyt and I love them very much so, thank you for giving us the permission to use them! ♥)

(and again, sorry for any errors! Time was, again, not on my side, but I hope it'll still be enjoyable!)

Three Steps into the Roots

They said you shouldn’t enter the forest: it’ll devour you, if you dare to do so.

Mother and especially father always warned you of its dangers.

Of the beasts and monster infesting it, not made by only flesh, no.

Their bodies were made of branches, earth, vines with thorns so sharp they would slash and tear apart your body.

Leaving behind only the deep red of your blood, turned into rotting petals with your body lost forever into the roots of its deeps.

“If it’ll see you... it will never let you get out alive”

Mother voice always warned you, the fear in her eyes so shiny, like a clear sky. If only for her, you would have listened to her warnings.

You wouldn’t have let curiosity devour you, making you leave the comfort of your bed, hiding from the all-seeing eyes of your home to escape its embrace – to follow.

No, you would have stayed, not thinking much of the deep forest that divided the lands, the infestation made horror.

The story to haunt children and adults alike made only a fairytale in your life.

No one escaped from it, only the smell of blood remained, with the echo of the screams.

You too, would have been too afraid to even think of stepping inside it, mimicking the expressions and voice of reason of your family.

Until one day you would have forgotten it.

But the first step inside was made thanks to your father.

Where your mother was so clear in her fears – her warnings a kiss on your forehead – you never saw anything deeper, if not something akin to regret.

A feeble curiosity, killed by her sincerity.

What brought the cat back was the look in your father’s eyes, how in the night the stars of longing – hatred you thought once –  was deeper, maybe just as the roots of the forest he looked from afar the horizon.

His warnings were cold, immovable as the mountains and what you thought was an imaginary shooting star was not so. Something was caught in them every time he saw you. Every time the forest was called in your mind, on his own.

The second step onto the branches was made, again, thanks to him.

The monsters sometimes dared to push beyond the confine of their home, trying to devour more land.

Fire could not truly kill them, nor its branches and trunks.

They shivered and grew quiet in fury.

Where Fall hit, Summer tried to sing to it, to give water as comfort – to see if something would calm it, make it whole again. Or so you heard its Sun say so.

Even Day and Dawn were the ever watchful, trying to undo and heal whatever damages was made in the lands – to its own leaves, where the thorns were so thick no light could muster inside.

Winter would sometimes sit on its border and talk, the rigid cold never hit and the beasts never howled in pain.

Silence – alive – would respond back.

Nothing more.

Then there was the gentle Flame. You saw how there was a want to embrace the Forest as a whole in the glowing eye, who cried in doing so.

You heard prayers to be let inside. To be devoured, welcomed in its embrace – deep in its belly.

It felt like talking to stone.

A mask, because the whole forest trembled, as if it almost wanted to so do, but always refused the light its request.

When Night then fell, flying over it, the howls and roars of the winds – a scream of rage and pain – would shake it.

You saw it then – the moment the full moon was clear in the starry sky – the forest like a mouth opened his jaw and devoured him.

No scream was heard, but the forest grew calm, unlike your heart that rushed with all the blood of the chilling scream you heard in your mind.

Mouth closed, was your father devoured and lost too?

The third step was inevitable then.

The forest saw you and it welcomed you in its deep.

Vines and thorns slithered around you, like snakes ready to bite – but they only guided you deeper, into the heart of the roots.

Were you going up or down? You didn’t know, you only followed its call.

The wings of your curiosity close around your body.

Were you there to kill? To save? Or to...?

Before you could decide you were in the deepest part – a home of starlight as if the night sky had found its home in the hearth of its core.

In its embrace you found them.

The treasure of the forest held tightly into your father’s arms.

There was no blood, everything was frozen – as if their breath were suspended – a painting of the Night holding Spring.

Wasn’t it such an insidious wonder?

You let out a rush of air, the smell of roses teased your senses and then...

Then its ward opened its eyes.

You were devoured by emerald.

And the second day is done! I hope you liked it!

I don't usually write in second person, but this one came out like this, and it felt right, so I hope you didn't dislike it! ♥

And yes, the protagonist of this story is... Nyx! And yes, there are both allusions of Tamsand and Tamcien. ♥

Dark spring was something I wanted to explore and even if I couldn't do it in a deeper way, I'm happy with what I made! ♥

Happy second day of Tamlin's week to everyone! I'm enjoying it so much - in both participating and in seeing and reading all the works made! ♥

See you (hopefully again) for another Tamlin's week day! ♥

(And thank you to all who liked the first chapter and story of the first day! ♥)

[canonkiller]

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[simbleleven]

Everybody SHUT UP! Daumghter...

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

listen we all know who im obsessed with. it doesn't take rocket science to figure it out. but i've got to say. roy kent truly is just. such a character. truly a stunning example of peak blorbo material. just look at him. look at everything about him. that sure is. a guy. and not in the like generic "that's just a guy" way in the indescribable "wow. what a guy" way. what a guy. i love him

[danakin-skywalker]

For whatever reason tumblr app isn’t taking kindly to me refreshing my profile and has instead resorted to zooming in closer and closer on my header image

Which I would be able to be normal about if not for the nature of my header image

For reference this is what my phone screen was just graced with

[statementlou]

So I see folks pointing out that Louis' circle A tattoo is more likely an aesthetic choice than an announcement of a political commitment to anarchism, and saying basically that that maybe makes him a bit of a poser and I mean- I GUESS. But I don't like to look at things that way and I don't think it's useful. As I see it the subversive sexiness of the symbols of resistance have ALWAYS been gateways for people who are drawn to the struggle in vague ways and that's GOOD. Aligning yourself with those values is good no matter the reason, in my book, especially given the wretched options available out there, but also the journey doesn't necessarily stop there. Gatekeeping queerness victimizes people who are just trying things out and starting to discover that it may run deeper than just trying on a new look who should instead be welcomed and helped along their path, and I fail to see how gatekeeping political affiliations is any different (plus how counterproductive to actual movement building is that?)

ANYWAY. What I really want to say about Louis is that while I KNOW that Louis is probably not secretly a theory reading anti-state communalist anarchist, I think that actually Louis' optimism and idealism (and his unwavering commitment to allying himself with the working class and embracing those roots) are a perfect fit for the philosophy and always have been. I know that anarchism is mostly understood as being about throwing molotov cocktails and fighting the state (and the allure of its symbols are that they signify this, a terrific aesthetic for him to choose to sign on with in my book), but that's honestly largely cartoonish stereotyping that comes directly from anti-anarchist state propaganda. That resistance is necessary in this hellscape of oppression we live in and is super important, but in its heart anarchism is only about the state in that the state and capitalism currently stands in the way of its goals. The whole point of anarchism is that it's NOT about the state! It's about being able to imagine something better than a state, it's about how we live and about how we SHOULD live, it's about HOPE and picturing something utopian and something free of the ways capitalism pits us against one another! What could be more Louis than that?

"I need you and you need me and I love that" is as beautiful a way of talking about the cornerstone of anarchism that is mutual aid as any long winded essay I've read (even if what he meant was contextually different), and I think when he talks again and again about how special the space fans have made around him is he is expressing an intuitive understanding of the importance of autonomous zones, places and moments outside of the shitty life imposed on us by the system (also a huge part of anarchist thought). Maybe I'm just being an optimist but I think that Louis DOES understand that caring for people and wanting self-determination and freedom for all and allying himself with the working class involves a certain amount of resistance to and positioning yourself in opposition to the state. Thinking the symbols of smashing that state are cool isn't meaningless; it's a CHOICE. There are other cool symbols out there and I just happen to think that feeling a resonance with certain ones is something in and of itself, even if at this moment he does not choose to start a fight with the media about it all.

[charmonys]

spent the day attempting to cook and i think i'm getting somewhere i'm satisfied with. ✨

[hatefooled]

updated my pinned , don't look at me.

[madaqueue]

ANYWAY... HERES A LIL SOMETHING FROM ME EHEHEHEHEHEHE >:3

NICK I AM FUCKING SCREAMING AND GIGGLING AND SMILING I LOVE YOU SOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE UNIVERSE PULLED YOU BACK TO ME WE ARE SOUL BONDED AND CAN NEVER LEAVE EACH OTHER I FEAR >:333 ALSO IM SOOOO ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED W THIS OHH MY GOD FIRST OF ALL . FUCKING . BITES HIM JSJCKDJCKDJFN AND HIS LITTLE ‘:D’ IS SOOOOOOOO CUTE I WANT TO CHEW ON HIM SO BADDDDDD MY LITTLE BLOODY BABY I LOVE HIMM AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND AND FOR BEING SILLY WITH ME AND ENCOURAGING ME AND THIS LITTLE REDHEAD FREAK WAAAAAAAHHHH THANK YOU FOR THIS MY NICK I AM BITING YOU (more gently) I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU