#not sure tbh

[faggotkenjaku]

Wahoo

[bayfuzzball7050]

(Not) finished Giorno pony, if I have his design ready everything is possible 💯💯 I just need to digitalize this baby and we’d have alicorn Giorno pony

[bambisoong]

two data drawings, and a cheeky lore. he looked so grumpy i couldn’t help but draw him lmao

hope somebody enjoys!

[unofficialadamtaurus]

There's the Rusted Knight for Jaune, the Tarnished Spartan for Pyrrha, the Porcelain Doll for Penny. What would the Ever After legend(ary edition) Adam be?

Undead Minotaur?

[staticart]

That birthdays fucken looming lmao

It's next Wednesday and I'm having feeling about it, I kind of expected to stay 21 forever in a weird way heh but alas time moves on I suppose

[yolkdrinker2036]

[pseudo90sdreaming]

☆ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙈𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙮 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙

☆ 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | ~900 𝙬𝙘 | 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙝 ☆ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨. 𝙫𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧, 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙮. ☆ 𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩 ☆ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘?? 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮

"So help me Maker, if you even try to do that again—"

"Yes, yes. You'll kill me, raise me from the dead, beat the shit out of me, and then kill me again."

"And don't even think for a second I won't, (Y/N)." Cassian looked at you pointedly, making an effort to meet your eyes. Wide eyes fixed on you, searching. You always felt rather unnerved under his gaze. It wasn't that you were intimidated by him—you've seen him do things to men you've only heard about in stories, but you were no less sinless—but you were always on edge when he made eye contact like this. When he's judging you? Analyzing your every move? Eyes filled to the brim with fear and worry for his best—his only—friend?

It's hard for you. It's hard to look and see the worry you're causing for the last person who deserves the stress.

At only twenty years old, you thought, he sure as hell looks older.

You patted his cheek, keeping as level of eye contact as you could. "Cassian, don't even worry about it. I'm fine, aren't I? You should maybe worry the day I'm not fine." Your laugh was brittle, but it was better than nothing, you thought.

Your hand was encased in something warm and callused. Cassian had much bigger hands which could easily engulf yours. Against his cheek he trapped your hand, cradling it and desiring its warmth. It was still warm from your recently fired blaster, and he could smell the metal and faintly sour electricity staining your fingertips. Your hand felt good against Cassian's face. It felt welcomed. Familiar. Very familial and safe to him.

He could feel your pulse thrum in your palm. It beat in a sync not unlike his own: it was steady and at a decently set pace; one which told him you would hopefully have a decently long life, given you didn't throw yourself back into Imp gunfire, that was. But your heartbeat felt fiery; something fierce. He could imagine your wit and strength pulling from this life source. He could imagine the blood which pumped from your heart and into your body—into the very hand he cradled to his cheek like gold. He could imagine it carrying your sarcasm and your spunk; your humor and your need to help. All of your anger and hunger for a better life. The pain of the hand dealt at birth, the righteous contempt at the bastard rule of the Empire. Your insecurities and your flaws. Everything you love and hate about yourself: he could feel it all flow through your hands, giving a piece of yourself in everything you touch 

And Cassian hopes he can continue to be selfish like this. Selfish enough to cradle your hand to his cheek, savoring all of it. He hopes he can continue to find a piece of you without restraint. He hopes to always come back home and find himself smothered in the palms of your hands, where you stain him with a blood that smells like jasmine and tastes twice as sweet.

Because to Cassian, this hand is one of the few things he can call his. Not in the way he can say his hand is his own, or a spouse can look at their better half and consider them a piece of themselves, but he could see this hand as the hand of a friend; his friend. The hand of a friend which shared the same ideals as him, which shared in traumas with him. The hand of a friend which had seen too much in so little years and was as dirty as his. The hand of a friend at the ready to reach out and pick up; a hand which caressed his cheek when he needed grounding; when he needed to be reminded that he's real, that he's ok and alive and well, even if caught in the middle of a war.

But you only saw Cassian's shoulders heave. In a slow, languid motion, you watched as years of a rebellion slowly dripped off his shoulders. He looked fragile, as his shoulders drooped and his head bent down. His hair was greasy and shagged; his clothes were worn, stained with dirt and grime and oil. He reeked of blaster fire and death—so much fucking death. There stood a boy trapped in a man's body under neon lights, bathed in cool blues and fiery reds, and never before had you seen your friend look so vulnerable.

You didn't think people could look this broken, but there stood your best friend, a shattered mirror before you.

And it began to cut.

"Please," Cassian's voice breaks. "Don't do something so reckless again. I can't risk losing you too." 

And for the first time, you see something very broken in Cassian. Something you hadn't wished to see before, something you hadn't ever seen before. You see a broken heart. You see how the blood slips past the shards in his eyes and leave rivulets down his sunken, ashy face.

You don't have the strength to do anything other than squeeze his hand back.

[unvsannvs]

Okay but there's at least one person out there who has watched 99% of good omens, hasn't finished it yet and has absolutely zero clue as to what all the commotion is about.

How did the last five minutes of a show completely obliterate everything else it had to offer while also captivating us in a enormously shared depressive episode.

[ladye-zelda]

Feel like this could be Mipha's song:

[inkluvs]

uhhh idk which character to go with today

[fatedevour]

Just a heads up i probably wont be around much this upcoming weekend due to having to go out of town, or be mobile bound when I do, so I’m throwing things in the queue to still have some things posting ! But if you’d like some unprompted inbox content I might pop in when i can to send some! Or during the drive bc it will be....7 hours ish. But also you’re welcomed to ask & add me on discord & come chat with me!

[hii-raeth]

That Gru meme but it's me realizing that keeping Sasuke in the village in my AU means I need to come up with a new storyline for him.

[diadxrling]

“Okay but why is everyone focusing on one thing? She has a mouth too” 

[talaricula]

Things I've seen tumblr memeing about James Somerton doing à la "How did no one see how bigoted he was!" as if those things haven't been a significant part of tumblr culture for over a decade :

Presenting untrue and bordering on conspiratorial versions of (queer or otherwise marginalised) history without any sources

Completely disregarding and disrespecting any expertise on socio-cultural topics/humanities and distrusting academics and historians (incl. acting as if no academics or historians could be queer or marginalised)

Downplaying the role misogyny played in the historical oppression of queer women and concluding that queer men must have been more oppressed than queer women

Bi women are, at best, not as queer as "real" queer ppl, and at worst, simply equivalent to straight women

Despite nominal trans inclusivity, transmasculine ppl are functionally women when convenient (combined with the above, bi transmascs are functionally straight women)

Despite nominal trans inclusivity (bis), shamelessly attacking, threatening and actively endangering any trans woman who questions them or smth they find important (often by unfairly presenting her as violent or as a threat)

Having absolutely fucking wild and reductive takes about ace ppl, the oppression they face and their place in the queer community

Stating that marriage equality is an assimilationist fight while completely ignoring its direct roots in the horrifying consequences of the AIDS crisis for partners of ppl who died of AIDS

Praising western media creators from the past for queer coding even under censure and in the same breath condemning current non western media creators for being homophobic bc their representation isn't explicit enough

Blaming China for all existing homophobic censoring in western media

Assuming all queer media would be better told by western creators and by western standards

Only out queer ppl get to tell queer stories

Heavily criticising almost all queer media created by women or ppl they see as such (see above points about trans ppl) or involving/starring a significant amount of women for any perceived or real amount of "problematicness", but fawning over and praising and negating criticism of queer media created by and starring mostly or even functionally exclusively men (even when it could be argued that, you know, not involving/seriously sidelining women is a pretty clear example of misogyny which should probably be considered "problematic")

And I'm probably forgetting stuff or there's stuff I have internalised myself and don't recognise as an issue

Like idk but I feel like the takeaway from Hbomberguy and Toddintheshadow's videos should maybe be "be aware of such patterns in your communities bc they definitely exist" and not "this guy is uniquely awful" and I feel like a lot of the discussion I've seen surrounding this has been severely failing at that. Most ppl who've spent any significant amount of time on tumblr prob either have internalised at least one of those thought patterns, have had to de-internalise them, or have had to be extremely vigilant to not internalise them (which is done by, you know, seeking out other sources, which also seemed like an important takeaway from the videos)

[allysketches]

gets in charge of the bookshop for 1 (one) day: shows up in a cardigan vest and metal sleeve garters, keeps the shop CLOSED, avoids selling a single book... iconic, truly did THE MOST, 10/10 😩👌🏻

(also, the way he was this 🤏🏻 close to finally achieving the status of house husband he's been dreaming about for MILLENIA just to have the rug pulled out from under him last minute... truly DEVASTATING 😩 my girl really can't catch a break 🤧)

[uncanny-tranny]

Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them