#so. yes LOL

[bloodbending]

can’t believe tiktok is actually getting banned, twitter is infested with bots and brainworm-infested musk bootlickers, facebook is king of QAnon, instagram caught the plague from facebook and is dying a slow death in real time… and as the dust settles… only Miss Tumblr is left standing… failing upwards once again

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[palukoo]

three hearts that beat as one | old hollywood throuples anyone???

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[bereft-of-frogs]

There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation

because WHAT are people talking about sometimes

[dr11ft]

chicana miku 🤎

[hejee]

sunday mass with the boyfriend aka the son of sparda

[soepwashere]

Turtle Tot shenanigans, a harrowing encounter

bonus doodle :]

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Okay so things have mayhaps gotten immediately out of hand with this au.

But! Yippee!! Main hermit ghosts design lineup!!!

[teaableu]

My take on Tales Raph

[faggot-md]

It's been 20 years today since David Shore looked at all the weirdos, cripples and faggots in the world and went pspspspsps

[twinkle-art]

MAKE IT STOP

MAKE IT STOP

MAKE IT STOP

[emthimofnight]

Metal Sonic 2.0, also known as Flux the Hedgehog! ✨Modeled after Super Sonic and designed to blend in with other Mobians, he's effectively Metal Sonic's cool(annoying) younger brother.

Some fun facts about him:

Has the energy of a 90s era "cool guy" (the type you'd see in an after school special) fused with a peppy camp counselor (who is trying to mask they are secretly a cult leader).

Sees himself as a hero and the rest of the world as needing to be "saved" or "fixed".

BIG fan of Sonic. :) /sinister

Was originally an aging Eggman's attempt at building a Sonic-esque friend for his brooding teenage hologram daughter, Sage. Ended up getting a bit too excited with the project and made manipulate, mansplain, manslaughter into a robot.

Exceptional at finding and targeting emotionally and/or mentally vulnerable people. The king of clever backhanded compliments that undermine the self-confidence of those around him.

Basically, Egghead accidentally made the type of guy who can indeed connect with young people, but in a Jonestown kind of way. 💀

Very much inspired by the SQUIP from Be More Chill! Highly recommend listening to some of the songs featuring the SQUIP to kind of get a vibe for his energy (here are some: 1 2 3).

like c'mon??? don't you wanna be cool??? like him???

[inkskinned]

she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.

i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.

a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.

it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.

ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.

in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.

i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.

i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.

i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?

i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."

on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.

i hope one day it stops hurting.

[yhwcomeback]

Imagine the amount of confidence a person needs to have, to wear a green gi, next to the legendary Green Ninja. Frak I love you.

[cardo-de-comer]

8/10 - "helium-3"