#open to suggestions for improvements

[bluesofberries]

Dangan Text Posts Daily #4: corm

tbh i do the same kind of thing, only it happens at random points in the day and they're not that elaborate. just shit like "anaconduit", "more horn", and "the minister of crumpled shame".

no i don't know what they mean. maybe i'll post more of them sometime

Source: "neutraldankhotel" and "10inchflaccid" on Tumblr.

this is the first one of these old accounts i've actually been able to find. neutraldankhotel isn't active anymore but their blog still exists. other guy is gone though

[Archive]

[vault81]

I've finished my Fallout OC Character Sheet! this is my first time making something like this, but I like how it turned out!

PSD below cut!

Compressed Version!

[grape-souffle]

Hey guys!

I was just wondering if there's anything specific u would like to see from my blog next year!

I'm trying to make it more entertaining for everyone, so if u have any suggestions please feel free to lmk either commenting here or using asks!

[lena-thinks-too-much]

for the tag game: this was literally so hard to choose, but tell me about “Tim is never going to comic con again”

Omg this one I'm so excited for. So basically I saw this post by @prlssprfctn and I just had to write it. So basically yj core 4 go to comic con with Dick (he insisted on chaperoning but he's just misses hanging out with Tim) and while they're there they find out there's a Bruce Wayne look alike competition and Kon and Bart drag the rest of them to it cuz they think it'll be funny. Tim and Dick are not amused when they find out that Bruce is one of the judges but before either of them can throw a fit over it the competition starts and out comes Tason Jodd.

[greater-than-the-sword]

Edit: mezzo-soprano is probably what you are if youve been told you're an alto, by the way.

[ernestofoulworth]

and now one in French (English)

"Maya's Conversation"

"Pardon, peus-je m'asseoir ici?" "..."

"Salut?" "WAH!" "Peus-je m'asseoir ici?

"Eh, o-oui... désolée..." *musique*

*musique* "Ah, écoutes-tu Death Grips?" "Q-quoi?"

"Je n'ai jamais rencontré personne qui écoute Death Grips!" "Ah..."

"Je sais ce que nous écouterons lors de notre nuit de noces, h-haha."

"JE PLAISANTE! J'ai déjà un copain!" "M-mais c'est une relation ouverte, je suis disponible..."

"Oui, bonne musique."

"C'EST MON ARRÊT!" "Ici?" "à bientôt, alors" "Sayonara!"

*bris de verre sfx* "SAYONARA?!"

[lostyesterday]

My attempt at determining the relationships among the members of arguably the most disastrous polycule in Star Trek.

[daddecember]

This is an amazing event!!! I wish there was a mom-themed one as well!!!!!!

Thank you!

I (Mod Addri) do hope at that at some point that we can run momdecember or another similar event another month at some point, but given the small size of the mod team (it’s just me (@addrianastarflower) and a few discord mods) we can’t do it quite yet!

At some point in the next few years as this event grows, we will certainly look at opening applications for more moderators so that we can expand onto other platforms as well and hopefully host more events.

[teh-nos]

by the way, whose fucking bright idea was this?

you can't move this box. it's right in front of the thing you're trying to describe or it's not there at all. hope you can open the image in another tab or have memorised what you plan to write!

how can i use my sight to help my fellow tumblerinas if tumblr won't let me see the damn picture?!

I complained about this once, I got a bot response. thanks, tumblr dot com :(

[balletthebestphotographs]

Natalia Osipova Наталья Осипова

Natalia Osipova Наталья Осипова as “Laurencia”, “Laurencia Лауренсия”, choreo by Vakhtang Chabukiani revised by Mikhail Messerer Михаил Мессерер, costume by Vyacheslav Okunev Вячеслав Окунев, music by Aleksandr Krein Александр Крейн. Based on the play “Fuente Ovejuna” (1619, Madrid, Spain) by Félix Lope de Vega y Carpio, Mikhailovsky Ballet Михайловский театр, Saint Petersburg, Russia.

Source and more info at: Photographer Stas Levshin on Facebook Photographer Stas Levshin on Instagram

Note I: This blog is open to receiving and considering any suggestions, contributions, and/or criticisms that may help correct mistakes or improve its content. Comments are available to any visitor.

Note II: Original quality of photographs might be affected by compression algorithm of the website where they are hosted.

[blarefordaglare]

Day 7

sorry for not making day 6, but here’s some angst to cheer you up! (I worked on this 3 separate times so sorry if it’s a bit chunky!)

Murder >:) 

In which Wild generally thinks he killed his bros cuz I made him the therapist for too long and I wanna mix things up (sorry buddy, you can’t escape the sadness)

Also bonus: spot the Shakespeare line :).

Oh and sky is a mom friend and nobody can tell me otherwise. But that’s a spoiler for tomorrow, today it’s legend’s time to shine.

TW: Bl00d/gore, SH/SI (very little kinda) death, but not really death, unintentional attempt murder (is that a thing?) and basically heavy angst. You have been warned.

Wild was shaking. No, shaking was an understatement. The boy’s muscles tensed and relaxed over and over again. His palms were painted with a bloody, drying civil blood which made his civil hands unclean. 

He killed them. Each and every one of his brothers, his family. He watched in loop as the memory of inserting the dagger into each chest. The blood that slowly dripped down their bodies.

…

They were too trusting. He shouldn’t have joined. He should have never gone to the shrine and instead should have just been left on the grass to die. 

His nails, through short, dug into his face as chunks of flesh started to bury in between them. His face burned. His eyes burned. Everything burned. 

The ‘champion’ eyed the cooking pot. The butter sizzled in mockery. His inner clock was ticking, but the butter would just sizzle, sizzle, sizzle. 

It kept sizzling. 

Wild couldn’t do this. The ringing of their screams spun and stuck around like a constant melody in his head. It’s all my fault. 

I tried and I failed them all.

Tears slowly pooled in the corner of the ‘hero’s’ eyes. Failure was a constant bell ringing in his head. What kind of ‘hero’ kills his family? What kind of person kills his family?

“Hey champ, you doing alright over there?” A Legend-like voice called out. Stop pretending to be there. I killed you. Stop messing with my mind. 

The 100% hallucinated Legend stared at his brother for a hot second before stepping closer, “Hey, are you alright?” 

Get away from me, you’re not real. None of this is real. I’ll just close my eyes and wake back up somewhere that isn’t here. 

“Link, I’m talking to you?” This faux Legend doesn’t know when to be it seems. He’s not real he’s not real he’s not real he’s not-

“Lin-“

Wild’s head looked up, revealing red lines scratched down to his chin, “Shut up! You’re not real, you’re just a figment of my imagination. I already killed you once and I will not hesitate to kill you again. Get out of my head!” Legend froze. None of this makes any sense, why is he acting like this? The pink haired boy thought.

“What do you mean… killed?” Legend tried to step closer, only to be pushed away.

“Shut- Shut it!” The boy cried, “I already feel bad for it- don’t make me do it again.” 

Don’t make you do what again?

There was no winning this battle, at least not alone. Legend slowly backed away, “Um, just stay here. Keep doing what you’re doing.” And just like that Legend slowly escaped back to camp. 

“Guys we” 

the first two words for tomorrow’s fanfic :)

[grease-weasel]

Hey gang sorry I've been gone I'm doing Mermay !! I want to add my fallout guys (basically I throw all my ocs in the water and see what they do. currently there are gang wars and lots of stealing /hj) but I am still figuring out where they fit. I'll post updates every couple of days :]

the little betta (white hair with light blue tail) belongs to @whistlstop and is normally an angel named Atlas

[myheadgoesaround]

"Freak!"

I yell, pointing at the mirror. The freak points back at me, its features twisted in a vicious snarl.

"No love, that's just you."

A voice whispers in my ear, so kind, so soothing, I'm tempted to agree with them.

But in my heart, I know the truth.

"That's not me, that's not my reflection!"

"Are you quite sure, my dear?"

I nod. The freak mirrors my movement, as if copying my every move would somehow convince me of its act. How pathetic.

"My love, this is you. The sooner you accept this, the easier it would be. Please."

Hearing the voice pleading, a sick feeling twists my gut. How dare I make them beg?

But I look at the reflection freak, at its soft, fleshy body, not a hint of fur covering them, exposed for all to see. I see its body, which stands unnaturally on its long hind legs, its ugly, frail paws which hangs uselessly at its sides, and its face, with the flattest snout I've ever seen. Not a hint of a tail to be seen, and some pathetic excuse of ears, on the sides of its head.

It was all wrong.

I scream.

[foolsdiamond]

do not repost

new computer new me >:)

this is my new wallpaper :) my wife is the raven in the tree & i amt he diamond beside it. there are cats everywhere. i forgot to take closeups before i closed my art program so GASP i have to screenshot my desktop >:)

i have two 27-inch 2k monitors so i draw one seamless bg :) it's really fun.

[BEGIN IN-LINE IMAGE ID:

It is a cartoon-outlined landscape, four times as wide as it is tall. A range of blue-gray mountains rests in front of a baby-blue sky with white clouds. In the front center is a tree, and on the sides are more green to imply a forest. Hidden in the trees are various objects, like little cats or a birds nest. In the foreground, leftmost corner, a siamese cat waves hello.

END IN-LINE IMAGE ID]

my wife and i met on overwatch so i put the desktop icon by her portrait <3

[beanieweanie]

You done fuckeled up

Hey look more proof I’m not dead! =D only on the inside

Decided that I’ve drawn the cuties doing cute crud before, so I wanted to make them angry

Would still love criticism on this if you’ve got any or any suggestions! Hope y’all take care of yourselves!

[kikeols]

the wound never actually closes