#so i will probably fly out

[ef-1]

Thomas Hardy said Neutral Tones, baby

[arielluva]

using the dream i had where utena had white streaks in her hair as inspiration, i made these designs!!! i wanted to keep them recognizeable, but also have more fantastical elements to them. i dont know if their (mostly utena's) outfits make too much logical sense, but since they're inspired by a dream, do they have to be?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are plottinggggg

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[lenle-g]

unhinged observation - we all know their colours don't match the traditional ones, but I've never noticed before that on the portraits they put Jeff in red and Virgil in green, but then they swap them over when we actually see them. In fact, //pause while Len goes to look// when they're in TB3, they're all wearing red - like all the space-rated suits, specifically are red. //Goes to check again// and Gordon and Virg are in green with TB2 in the opening rescue to match Jeff as well.

Does that mean, in 2004 verse, they wear whichever colour matches the 'bird they're currently flying because other than them needing 5 suits each... that's pretty cool can't lie good for them

ignoring the fact they look the same, I can be like ??? well yellow must be wetsuits, red is space rated?? Green is ?? tougher maybe, blue is for however many G's TB1 hits a body with when they're going crazy speeds, orange is a spacesuit for living in space etc etc

[transgender-chiroptera]

I've noticed a general trend amongst frugivorous bats.

(malayan flying fox and eastern tube-nosed bat respectively)

[moeblob]

son boy raccoon trash can man suffering in a dnd au as a cleric bc his warlock will not stop committing murders and he has to keep coming up with reasons murder is valid to convince the gm its fine and under control

[b4kuch1n]

making of a feathered thing

[hcnnibal]

since we're on the topic of airports- what kind of planes would your guys be? also- would they have Boeing employee (alleged) assassination levels of issues?

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ thanks :3 nya uwu *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

i had to do a lil bit of research bc i dont know anything about planes but perhaps a1 could be an F-35 Lightning II and a2 could be an F-22 Raptor

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

do you think surgical masks are even worth bothering with as covid/general contagious sickness protection, or is wearing a surgical mask and wearing no mask basically the same?

[claitea]

whoa guys did you see the new cards i really want alto's full art!!

made with this site! art without the text under the cut :D

[deoidesign]

FINALLY finished these romance style alt-covers for my first 4 books!

They're slip covers, so if you'd like the books to slip into something a little more comfortable, these covers will accompany your books while Adam and Steve accompany each other on their journey~

I'm planning to get the titles, name, and book number foiled :)

I printed an examples for book one on my home printer, so no foil, but it looks so nice on the book!

It's an add-on on my kickstarter now!

[random-dex]

#0056 - Mankig

Flying Pig Pokemon

"It lives in treetop colonies, and is rarely seen outside of rampages. If one becomes enraged, the whole group rampages for no clear reason."

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#0057 - Primair

Flying Pig Pokemon

"It becomes angry when it senses anyone looking at it. It uses its large wings to chase down anyone who runs from it."

Note: both sprites are loosely based on Mankey and Primeape's BWB2W2 sprites.

[thelien-art]

My favorite bird of all time

[localforecast]

Richmond Town Square 8/19/23

[ria-starstruck]

to be completely honest i want to print these all out in some kind of plastic producing thingy and then shake them in my hands so that they make clickety clackety noises and then hold a handful out to a friend. unfortunately i cannot do any of that so instead im just posting them

working on something :]

@foileadeux's ocs: 1st image in the middle is lilith, 2nd image the last is null, 3rd image the last is nos, and in the final image the first 2 are emil and edel!

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

When Harry Potter was born, he knew nothing of prophecies or horcruxes. The name Tom Riddle meant absolutely nothing to him. He knew of a woman with long, copper hair and green eyes and a tall man with messy, black hair. He knew of three pairs of hands that were the hands of his uncles. He knew what snuggles were and he knew what it felt like to have a body with only one soul. 

When Harry Potter celebrated his first Halloween, he knew nothing of trolls in the dungeons or Death Day Parties. He knew nothing of petrified cats and words written in blood by a girl who has no control over her own body. Goblets of Fire meant nothing to him at this time and what the consequences could be if his name were to ever come out of one. Instead, he only knew of the orange costume his mum put him in that made him look like a pumpkin, and the painted face of his dad that made him look like a skeleton.

When Harry Potter celebrated his first Christmas, he knew nothing of coal in stockings and shoelaces as presents. He didn’t know what it felt like to watch his cousin open up his 25th present while he cooked Holiday brunch in the kitchen. He didn’t know what a belt was or how it could be used as a punishment if the bacon came out a little too crispy for his uncle’s liking. He only knew of stockings filled with toys, and 25 kisses from each one of his parents. He only knew of his mum’s (off key) singing of muggle Christmas carols as she helped his dad cook Christmas brunch. 

When Harry Potter played with the big black dog, he knew nothing of the grim. He did not know the scared feeling of being chased by bulldogs owned by his uncle’s sister. He knew nothing of magical prisons and unjust criminal systems nor was he aware of The Ministry of Magic and the secrets that lie within its walls. He didn’t know how thin the dog could become after being starved for 12 years. He knew only of piggyback rides and wet, slobbery kisses. 

When Harry Potter celebrated his first birthday, he knew nothing of letters addressed to a boy who lived in a cupboard under the stairs. He was not friendly with spiders and their cobwebs littering his bedroom. He did not know about drawing birthday cakes in the dirt with eleven candles on them. He only knew of toddler sized broomsticks that he could chase the family cat around the living room with. He knew of a big cake baked by “Ma” that ended more on the floor and his face than it did his own mouth. 

When Harry Potter woke up on his second Halloween, he knew nothing of death. The name Tom Riddle still meant nothing to him, and he did not know that green flashing lights were a sign of evil. He did not know how devastating a betrayal from a best friend could be. Most importantly, he did not know the sound of his own mother’s screams. Instead he only knew the bright colors his dad would shine above his crib as his mum told him a bedtime story. He only knew “Pea” as a surrogate uncle, just like “Serus” and “Reem.” Most importantly, he only knew the sound of his mother’s laugh.

When Harry Potter was left on the doorstep of his aunt and uncle’s house, he knew nothing of abuse. He knew nothing of his cousin’s fists or the silly, little game called “Harry Hunting.” He knew nothing of negligent teachers who ignored the obvious signs of mistreatment. Instead he only knew the stars that twinkled like the bearded man’s eyes and the flying motorcycle in the night sky. He only knew the faint cheers from wizards and witches all across Great Britain celebrating the death of the man he now shared a soul with.

He knew nothing yet of what was to come.