Has tumblr ever heard of randyverse before
first drawing top right randioactive design by my friend @/boiled_bagel, cunt randy concept by @/soot_zach, the 3D design in the third pic is by my bud @/Canned_Clown (ALL 3 OF THESE PPL R ON TWITTER BTW !!) n priest randy + the cunt randy design r both by me ^___^
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fell in love when i saw you standing there…
for @tolerateit’s editing prompt of the month! 🩷
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the existence of the Swift Wind lizard implies that the She-Ra can transform as many sacred companions as she wishes and I think this is an untapped well of comic potential
Imagine She-Ra traipsing through the forest Snow White style surrounded by woodland creatures but they all have rainbow wings and horns and love communism
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Thank you for your rousing contribution to the conversation @analyzingtaylor
Some quick notes on your highly sophisticated argument against speaking out on genocide:
Point 1: “She’s not a politician, don’t ask her to speak about this”.
Actually, Taylor made a documentary about her voice & words having power. These are her words, “I want to be on the right side of history.”
She also said this:
I would encourage you to listen to her. Also, you can love Taylor and still acknowledge how powerful and influential her voice is. We know she is not a politician but we also know how many people she has helped in the past by donating and speaking up.
This is what we would like her to do now, as her industry peers have done.
Point 2: This isn’t “politics”, this is genocide.
I want to make something clear. Standing against a genocide isn’t and shouldn’t be represented as a complex or nuanced “political stance”. Let’s remember that this level of oppression exceeds WWII in military bombardment.
Therefore, I would encourage you to refrain from normalising genocide and invalidating it as some type of far away “political” issue.
We are talking about children being beheaded, children being burned alive and millions of civilians being bombed and starved.
Point 3: The children are always ours.
Remember, that compassion is the way. Please let love for your fellow humans guide you.
Liberate yourself from celebrity worshipping and choose love for others.
Nothing can justify genocide. It’s not the time for silence. Recalibrate your moral compass and adjust your attention accordingly.
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@chrumblr-whumblr day 3: carrying
wc: 410 | warnings: stab wound, a lot of swearing (like. A Lot), | characters: Tim Drake (pov), Jason Todd
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“Tim. Tim, wake the fuck up, dammit.”
Tim groaned as sounds and sensations slowly returned to his battered body. Sounds being Jason swearing at him and sensations being excruciating pain from the stab wound in his side. “Fuuuuuuck.”
“Fuck is right, little brother. What were you thinking, huh?” He opened his eyes to see Jason dividing his attention between putting pressure on the wound and glaring at him.
“I was thinking I’d destroy the Scarecrow’s latest supply of fear gas, but go off, I guess.” Tim decided it wasn’t worth it and closed his eyes again.
“Hey.” Jason’s hand moved to tilt Tim’s face up towards him. “No sleeping. Look at me.”
“Go away,” Tim mumbled.
“Fuck that. Open your eyes, Replacement.”
Now it was Tim’s turn to glare at him. “I’m not your fucking replacement-”
“Gotcha.” Jason grinned smugly down at him, and he scowled. If he’d had the energy, he would’ve kicked him. As it was, he thought he’d black out if he did.
Jason removed his hands after a moment, leaning back on his heels to study his handiwork. “It’ll do. Can you stand?”
“I have a hole in my torso the size of Atlanta,” Tim said flatly. “D’fuck do you think?”
“Just thought I’d ask. You know what a nice guy I am. Always asking permission, et cetera, et cetera.”
“You murder people.”
“Nicely.”
“Fuck you,” Tim grumbled, gripping Jason’s outstretched hand and pulling himself up. For a milisecond he was steady on his feet. Then white-hot pain shot through his side, and his knees buckled. Jason dove to catch him, and he let out a pitiful whine at the jolt.
“I gotcha, baby bird.”
“Ngh- Stop calling me that.”
“No. C’mere.” Jason bent, then scooped Tim up into his arms. He was barely able to bite back a cry of agony, curling into Jason instead and burying his face in his shoulder.
“Easy. I got you, kid.” This time, he didn’t protest. “I’ll get you back to Batsy in one piece, or my middle name isn’t Wonderful.”
“Your middle name is Peter.”
“Shhhhhhh.”
“Asshole.”
“Darling brother.”
Tim mumbled something indistinct in reply and held onto Jason tighter, wincing when he sped up.
“Hold on, Timmers. Almost there.” He almost didn’t hear it over the Gotham-typical sounds of yelling and things breaking, but Jason pulled him closer, and he let his head loll against his brother’s chest, listening to the steady tha-thump instead.
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I feel like I have so many more Thoughts about Taylor Swift and the Theology of the Body and her obvious desire to make a total gift of self vs. her inability to find a man who wants to receive that gift/give himself in return and how like...dating in a culture of fornication and birth control means sabotaging yourself at every turn in that regard, because unmarried contraceptive sex is always going to be a lie, it's always going to be saying things it doesn't mean, and of course it's easy to speak empty words about rings and cradles when you're telling the bigger lie with your bodies all the time.
But from the beginning!!! It was NOT so!!!!
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🎧 You’re Losing Me (From the Vault)
by Taylor Swift
-> BULLIED into this by @malewifediaz & @spagheddiediaz
And the air is thick with loss and indecision
I know my pain is such an imposition
Now, you're runnin' down the hallway
And you know what they all say
You don't know what you got until it's gone
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