#somehow made it out in one piece

[angrybatart]

No shit, Sherlock. I was actually looking to see if I had herbs when I mis-clicked.

[solarpunkani]

Psst, hey.

Hey you.

Come closer.

Listen to what I'm about to say good and well, alright?

[alangdorf]

The aforementioned Forgotten Land cutscene redraw, which I ended up overpainting (for the first time in over three years) to make it all nice since I’m using it as my desktop background!

[flute-of-pan]

Love what became of Buggy, both in world and in meta

In world he’s some pathetic wet-cardboard dude that was defeated by some East Blue pirate without a bounty (at that time) and then sent to Impel Down. However, he has some god watching out for him or something, because by sheer luck he managed to gaslight gatekeep girlboss his way into making people several times stronger than him believe he’s someone worth following. And gets the position of Warlord. Then Emperor. Somehow. Only a handful of people know how weak he actually is, but some of those have no problem fuelling the farce for their own gain so they make Buggy seem more powerful. Average strength, high charisma kinda guy

But in meta? Ohh this one I simply adore. Because you see this same paper-bag guy? The one the fandom is aware is lame and pathetic and sad and a mockery and pathetic(x2)? Oh yes, that one, that one is now the icon to many. In particular I love how he’s just… the representation for adult gay men. There are many mlm ships in One Piece, ZoSan and ZoLu are some common ones, but they’re about young people. That’s fine ofc, but OP’s fanbase is wide and varied, it’s a show that’s been up for decades after all, and many chose Buggy as the guy to project to. He fucked/is fucking Shanks, he’s in a polygamous relationship with Crocodile and Mihawk; those are common depictions of him in fanart (the latter much more recent) and I find that amazing. He keeps his status as an idiot while also getting to keep his status as a grown man in a grown up relationship. Because hey, adults date too, even dumb men. Double representation!

[whoslaurapalmer]

second frog!!!!!!!! so now we have ✨️✨️mr. jeremiah johnson jumpson and his partner, THE MELODIOUS ONE✨️✨️

they came out a little squished.........but I really do love the pink and green yarn 🧶 I think I'd like to get proper eyes for them both though!!! might photograph better with big round eyes. and now I can work on their picnic setup!!! not quite sure what scale would look good against them re: like dollhouse furniture? i think 1:12 but i cannot find a cute green and white tea set that i like in that size. so I think I will at least.....make them a basket myself.........

I think THE MELODIOUS ONE is a wizard frog......everything they say is a little magical 🎵 mr. jumpson owns a book store!!! 📚

[yasmeensh]

Bear posting. This cub is growing at astronomical speeds. It’s bigger than all the other cubs that appeared at Brooks Falls. It’s been coming with its’ mom daily in the past few days, and the camera operators are zooming in a lot on it, so I made a few sketches :)

[sequoiareachesforthesky]

Milgram fic idea: the prisoners are bored (as they always are) and they've already celebrated every holiday imaginable. So someone suggests doing a cross-dressing event for a change. Mahiru, Mikoto and Muu help everyone find the perfect fit (Mahiru sews half the clothes herself to make it look perfect).

A bunch of gender crisis ensue.

[definitelynotnia]

got a piece of glass stuck in my foot and my mother chose that moment to start yelling about how stupid and lazy i am like :) we're not taking customer feedback right now ma'am :) there is literally my blood on my hands can u please maybe wait :) and do this at another time :)

[witherbythesword]

I feel like a fucking feral animal that needs to be pinned down by the throat and stabbed.. i mean fucked argh no what i wanted to say.. is i need to be fucking sta

[medusanova]

Andylind + Andreas walking around half-naked to make Roz lose her poker face

My humblest offering for Andylind April xx

Happy, happy birthday Anne!!

Interference

She comes across him sparring with a few of the newer battalion members on the outskirts of their camp early one morning. She’s on her way back from the forest where her scouts had reported a few stretches of displaced soil, citing Burned One activity. And, while Rosalind had made sure her troop had become the best-trained lot any general could ever want, it was always better to double-check. That, and she’d never be daft enough to place her full trust in any man’s observational skills. 

She’s just cleared the edge of the forest and started toward the small clearing she’d stationed them at for the foreseeable future, focused on getting back to her quarters to write out her reports when she hears the scrape of metal, a few scattered grunts of exertion, and a deep, commanding voice she wishes her ears didn’t attune themselves to so fervently. 

She stops just out of sight of the group of early-morning sparrers, stopping close enough to be seen, but far enough not to make herself a distraction. A general taking stock of the soldiers under her command. One soldier in particular. 

Minutes pass and a few glance over, tipping their heads in deference before they continue their spar, listening all the while to Andreas’ sharp directives to correct this stance or redo that parry. He doesn’t notice her though, and she’s relieved, intent on starting back to write those reports when she hears him lecturing them about the importance of shooting accurately and aiming to kill — even in the midst of more than one distraction. And she can’t help herself. 

“Can you?” She breaks in, striding toward them. Andreas looks round at the sound of her voice, a strange combination of surprise and satisfaction flashing through his expression before it melts back into its usual visage of cocky confidence. 

“Can I what, General?” he asks, his self-assured smirk firmly in place. 

“Can you shoot accurately when you’re distracted?” She clarifies, coming to a stop, settling her hands on her hips. 

He cocks a brow. “‘Course I can.” 

No doubt the soldiers that surrounded him had heard stories about his legendary fights with Burned Ones and his fearsome reputation protecting his people; it was probably why they kept looking at him with those slightly awed expressions.

“Perhaps a demonstration will help us learn how it’s done then,” she suggests innocuously, crossing her arms over her chest. Andreas’ fan club sees her recommendation for the order it really is though and exchange gleeful looks. 

It’s obvious there’s some sort of hero worship he’d been able to instill in them. That they find him intimidating. But Rosalind never has, of course. 

She made it her life’s mission to turn the intimidating into the intimidated, and she wouldn’t stop at Andreas of fucking Eraklyon. 

“By all means then, General,” he answers, a challenging gleam in his eye. 

She turns to the soldier closest to her, Richard, and holds out her arm in silent demand. Unable to contain his smirk, he unstraps the bow from his back and hands it to her along with an arrow from his quiver. Rosalind steps up to Andreas to hand it to him, making their hands brush. 

He looks at her with a slightly bemused, but still confident expression, as if wondering what she’s hoping to prove. She just raises her brows expectantly. 

As Andreas prepares the bow and arrow to take a shot at a target they’d carved into one of the trees, his group of admirers starts to shuffle about, shouting and making noise and making themselves distracting. One particular jeer, something crass about cocks and over-compensation she’d heard one too many times in her years among bullheaded men, almost has Andreas turning and pointing the arrow at him instead of the tree. The perpetrator, David, winks at Rosalind and an unbidden smirk tips up the edge of her mouth as she turns her gaze back to Andreas. 

All it takes is the barest sigh to pass her lips. A teasing caress of her magic to push a few tendrils of hunger and heat and longing into his mind at the moment he’s about to fire his shot… 

And it goes wide, missing its target entirely. 

Andreas’ group bursts into jeering laughter as Rosalind strides away, slipping back into camp, the fading grey of her eyes dancing with satisfaction and mischief. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

She should’ve expected he’d take his revenge. 

A few days later, she’s somewhere in the depths of the supply tent, tangled up in a pile of half-made explosives — a general never leads her troops into battle without an artillery of backup plans at her disposal — trying her hardest to finish assembling the final few in preparation for their mission tomorrow. 

She’s engrossed in the wiring, twining the jagged edges around each other, focusing on each and every little movement to make sure she doesn’t blow up half her bloody battalion and herself along with them. 

Her hands freeze abruptly when she feels his presence. 

Turning around to look at him, she’s relieved no one would ever be able to see her heart stutter in a rare moment of surprise. Because there, in the middle of a tent intended for taking or leaving supplies, not loitering around like an imbecile, stands Andreas with his most arrogant, cocksure smirk and… nothing else. 

Well, almost. If the threadbare towel barely covering his muscular Adonis Belt — which is chiseled into that familiar but disgustingly ostentatious V-shape — can even be considered a covering. 

When she’s able to refocus on his face once more, all the while painfully aware that any sudden tremble or slip of her fingers might mean the end of them all, his smirk widens into a full-blown grin. 

That’s when she realizes; the scoundrel’s preening like a damn peacock. 

“Oh so sorry, General. Please, don’t let me distract you.” She can practically hear the smirk in his voice, painted in vengeance and challenge. 

She turns defiantly back to the munitions in front of her, her barely steady fingers sliding back along the wiring. When he merely continues to watch her from a distance, she eventually relaxes, brushing the fleeting moment from her mind. Rosalind even almost forgets the nuisance of his presence entirely — at least, that’s what she tells herself — as she loses herself in assembling the final explosive once more. 

This is just what he wants, though. Andreas is a hunter, a pursuer of weakness. He’s spent years tracking Burned Ones and all forms of other enemies in forests, mountains, and every landscape imaginable. He’s as silent and stealthy as someone can be. And if her entire focus wouldn’t be on piecing together something that could literally kill them, on trying to get the vision of his sculpted muscles and inviting eyes banished from her thoughts, she would’ve beat him twice over.

He starts exactly how she did, with a small sigh she can feel brush against her temple. His lack of magic isn’t a hindrance either. He doesn’t even need to push a tendril of pure, unadulterated want into her mind as he traces his nose around the shell of her ear. 

Nuzzles the side of her neck. 

Paints a hot, wet trail against her neck with his tongue. 

She inhales a sharp breath, stilling the motion of her hands again as she embarrassingly feels them start with a slight tremor. 

She recovers it as quickly as she lost it, twining the wires again. 

“Hm, very good, General,” Andreas whispers, smirking as his hands snake around her waist. 

But he’s far from finished. 

His lips continue their siege: gliding along the edge of her ear, tracing again ever so slowly, ever so sensually, down her neck. 

Irritatingly, her breathing deepens as air becomes scarcer to take in. Even more irritatingly, she finds her head tilting to the side, ever so slightly, of its own volition, exposing more skin, more vulnerability to his plundering lips. 

She can’t remember the last time her body’s instincts weren’t perfectly in sync with her mind. 

But still, her hands fiddled on, fingertips never faltering. 

Andreas hums a noise of admiration at that and smiles into her neck. He’s almost reached the base of it now, and when he does, he pauses a moment, lets the tension, the apprehension build as she wonders, waits, wills him to carry on. 

The graze of his teeth and swirl of his tongue along her collar bone undoes her. 

With a rough few twists and turns of her fingers, her hands fall away from the explosive, dropping it to the table in a whole, stable, safe piece. 

Andreas grins triumphantly. There wasn’t an audience to witness her defeat, but there is a red imprint marking her pale skin when she pulls away. 

He opens his mouth, to blather on some extraneous comment she’s sure, when she whirls in her seat, yanks him abruptly down by his beard, and kisses him. 

He instantly responds. This isn’t a game either of them can compete in any longer as self-control is something they both seem to lack where the other is concerned. 

She is still pulling him and before he completely loses his balance and sends the both of them crashing backward onto a table of literal bombs, he twists and drops down onto the seat, barely breaking contact with her mouth. She moves into his lap and he can barely contain the groan as a shudder runs through him at the feel of her there. His arms wrap tightly around her and hers are around his neck, hands deep in his hair. 

Rosalind can't help but think that the tent is wide open for Christ’s sake, and anyone could walk in. But still, neither seems to be able to stop themselves, to care as their lips crash furiously against each other in a kiss that’s been building for a long time, possibly since they first met. 

Their bodies shift trying to get closer. She gasps into his mouth and his tongue slides past her own.

Luckily they have some warning of being interrupted. They hear a call from the entrance of the tent and approaching footfalls as they near Andreas and Rosalind.

Rosalind barely manages to extricate Andreas from below her, but their lips don’t break contact until the last possible second when Andreas dives behind a shelf loaded with disassembled weaponry and uniforms. 

“You alright, General?” She hears David ask with concern. 

“Yes, fine,” she answers. “Now get what you need and get out. This tent is meant for supplies, not loitering around like an imbecile.”

[ebonytails]

While I know that I didn’t promise to make Disability Zebra right away, I still feel bad about not having been able to design it yet. But I do think about it everyday, and even if I’m not able to make it in time before Disability Pride Month ends, I’ll still make it and show my progress. It’s important to me to try and figure out this design than other pride flags at the moment, I’ve been feeling. So thank you for the ideas back when I asked them, and thank you for your patience :)

[rickybaby]

everyone: the sport would be better if more teams were able to regularly compete for podiums/wins

them: but not AT/VCARB tho

Oh they didn’t have any problem with it when it was the toro rosso or the alpha tauri winning, but somehow it’s an issue if vcarb does.

It’s very galling of them to call any potential future podiums illegitimate when they proceed, in the same article, to admit that any collaboration between the two teams is legal.

This article has no other purpose but to set the tone for a very particular agenda

[areyouwho-ithinkyouare]

the thing about the Anastasia stage musical is that like…….. as a story it’s a real improvement on the original film. way better construction, stronger characterisation etc etc etc. but…. the same choices that make it technically a better narrative also have really weird knock-on effects on the message.

Replacing rasputin with a communist party officer who’s father was one of the ones who executed the romanov family??? UGH that’s so good that’s so juicy the dynamic between the villain and Anya is SO much more interesting than in the original film. But it leads to scenes like Still/The Neva Flows where it’s like.

“The Romanov’s were given everything and gave back nothing until the russian people rose up and destroyed them!”

*girlboss voice* “All but one. I am my fathers daughter”.

And i’m just… ok but he’s right though. He’s absolutely correct there. Factually he is accurate. But she’s the protagonist and he’s the antagonist so the framing is that she’s the one we should be rooting for here. There’s no point where Anya is like “wow my experiences growing up poor and destitute and orphaned have made me morally uncomfortable with the idea of claiming my place as the daughter of the tsar and that’s going to influence my decisions and actions”. She’s just like. Oh cool i get to be a princess??? neato.

[fluffydancer618]

Day 2

Boy-oh-boy, this guy is the only one who won in my carnival game. Sure hope they just peacefully take their prize and leave without stealing something really important from me and starting the chain of events out of my (and in the near future their) control

[decepti-geek]

I’m sure people have lots of fun with the doomed by the narrative thing but whenever I see it I turn into the project runway guy

“doomed by the narrative” shut up it’s the fucking creator making creative decisions

[toytulini]

not to shill for tumblr or be a mobile user on main but i do just wanna point out i think the response to the dashboard clown thing is a little disproportionate, all things considered

like if you just dont like the show thats fine but the way some of these posts are worded very weirdly and acting like its somehow way worse than.....literally any of the other ads? like yea tumblr is a company and not your friend, netflix is unethical and sucks. but like. are we pretending tumblr hasnt had ads for like. horrible fad diets and the fucking trump coin and god knows what else but like this really isnt worse than like. the fact that ppl with strobing triggers are constantly endangered by the ads on this site.

and maybe its super bad on desktop or something but so far this ad campaign has actually been one of the less obtrusive ones vs their other ads, imo. I dont think ive really seen them in between the posts on my dashboard? (hard to tell bc I try to automatically ignore those anyway) but like it feels like most of this ad campaign has been. a little fictional character at the top of the dashboard. and like. a separate dashboard "tab".....that i dont have to look at, and i dont. and its fine. i barely even noticed it. i probably wouldnt have thought twice about it if everyone hadnt started complaining about it. if tumblr wants to do more ads that are just dashboard tabs that I dont actually have to look at and arent interrupting my main dash i think im fine with that actually. like. obviously no advertisements are better than ads but like i dont have a particular problem with the structure or honestly even the content of this ad. its for a show that i might be intrigued to watch honestly. but its also not being targeted to me personally based on data harvesting its just blanket targeting to everyone.

again, id prefer no ads, but if we're going have them: i would actually prefer it be for things i might be interested in, but without the data harvesting to do it. if i HAVE to see ads, this is a way that i dont mind as much.