#they will be posted all of september!!

[buumbaby]

hello have a sparkle boy

[lowpolysonic]

drew these sillies ages ago and forgot to post them...

[morgangalaxy43]

Tumblr holidays and Tumblr lore are really awesome because they feel like really weird inside jokes between a bunch of people

[vivid-vices]

bungou stray dogs as petfinder cats

[stalinslastsoldier]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Fishing Interlude

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[loserstripes]

happy LATE anniversary! lets-a go

[royalarchivist]

Fit: Pac– this isn't you, you're just– I know you're all happy and stuff, and this medicine is making you feel good, but it's not reality. It's not reality.

Pac: [Shouting] And what is reality, Fit?! What is reality?! The reality that we have is like, just wait until the Eggs show up, or just wait for something to happen! I'm cool with my medicine, you know? I'm cool with Cucurucho helping me! It's making me feel way more better! So that's the reality for me, you know. Reality is the thing that you accept, so I'm accepting this as my reality. [He sighs, then says in a quieter voice] Sorry, Fit. Sorry, I just– sorry. I didn't mean to scream at you, sorry.

Fit: No, listen Pac– you need help. I know you– do you even remember why you took this medicine in the first place?

Pac: [In a quiet voice] 'Cuz I didn't have any other choice, you know. I was hopeless. It was my only choice, to use the medicine. That's all. [In a quieter voice, starting to mumble] That's why I'm gonna- I'm gonna still- gonna use it.

Fit: Look Pac–

Pac: –until I forget what happened, and that's it! That's what I'm going to do.

Fit: I know you're still in there somewhere, Pac. I know you still remember everything. I need you to remember.

Pac: [Mumbled] ...I will remember– I won't– I don't want to, I don't want to. I just want to- to build my home alone, ok Fit? I'm- I'm sorry.

[starleska]

can we talk about the brilliant execution of Dot and Bubble's big reveal!!!

i am still absolutely gobsmacked by what a well-written episode Dot and Bubble is. startling, disarming, confrontational, and tremendously impactful. and holy shit i really really want to talk about how excellent the 'twist' (which really should've been obvious in retrospect 😭 was done):

as a white person it took me about ten minutes to clock that Lindy's friend group were a nightmare Aryan Tupperware Party collective: all white, all blue-eyed, and even Gothic Paul was dressed in blues and whites, with no black at all. but you know how i responded to that? mentally i went 'oh i'm sure it's nothing!' and shoved it aside. and i think it is exactly that insidious tendency to ignore, normalise, and validate overt and covert racism that the episode does such a tremendous job of tackling! everything in the episode gives us the lore we need to understand Lindy and the people of Finetime are white supremacists. Lindy's disgusted face and immediate blocking of The Doctor versus the amount of time she spends with Ruby. Lindy's shock at the Doctor and Ruby occupying the same room implying segregation on the Homeworld. Lindy calling the Doctor and Ruby 'criminals' not for being in the Bubble, but for breaking segregation. Lindy using Ricky September, a white influencer, to calm herself down not just from the monsters, but from interacting with a Black person. the tradwife aesthetic of the Finetime residents making a comeback in real-life right-wing racist circles. ugh, there's so much and it was all right in our faces!! yet many of us who aren't POC had the privilege of going through the episode baffled and uncomfortable, without being able to put a finger on why until the final bit of the episode. doesn't that tell us how quickly and easily we've all taken to ignoring both micro and macroaggressions? that we needed talk of being 'contaminated', improper use of the word 'voodoo', and Lindy straight up telling the Doctor that face-to-face contact was unacceptable, to understand they're white supremacists? oh my God 😭😭 what a genius play, to make Lindy so detestable from the start. she's an arrogant, vain, self-absorbed, moronic, uncompromising, traitorous bitch...and by layering that abhorrent personality and then giving us the reveal of her white supremacy, there is no argument even the most wishy-washy of people could have re: their awful views. Lindy and her friends are revolting racists who are so wrapped up in their own echo-chamber 'bubble' that they would genuinely rather be devoured alive than challenge their own narrow, bigoted views. i'm still blown away by the power of Ncuti's final scene. the disbelief, the frustration, the sadness and the fury...and yet the Doctor still tries to save them against all odds. i think the most common response to this episode was 'The Doctor should have gone all Time Lord Victorious on them', and you're right - he should have! but doing that would've affirmed the beliefs of the real-life racists viewers. the Doctor responding not with violence or righteous vengeance is a very deliberate writing choice: we are supposed to come away feeling revolted that he needed to behave that way, to almost be supplicant to the white supremacists. because that is the real-life view of so many people who don't even view themselves as racist: Black people need to 'perform' to a higher standard, than white people just to be considered worthy of respect. the more i watch it, the more i'm convinced this is the best episode of the whole season, and one of the best Doctor Who episodes we've ever had. we were taken off-guard by having an episode overtly about racism set in the future rather than the past, because our tendency is to assume equality is a natural consequence of becoming technologically advanced. this clearly isn't the case, and Dot and Bubble is a masterclass in confronting racism head-on rather than dancing around it for the comfort of white viewers. just. aaargh!!!! absolutely amazing 🔥🔥🔥

[hey-hey-j]

eight years ago, I found the game that would save my life

happy anniversary, Undertale ♥️

(flower meanings under the cut)

Frisk - gladiolus: strength

Papyrus - sunflower: optimism, loyalty

Sans - snowdrop: hope, rebirth, overcoming challenges

Mettaton - pink carnation: gratitude

Undyne - water iris: regeneration, renewal

Alphys - asphodel: "my regrets follow you to the grave"

Toriel / Asgore - purple hyacinth: sorrow, desire for forgiveness

Chara / Asriel - buttercup: friendship

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A drawing of the Hollow Knight and Ghost, for the game Hollow Knight's sixth anniversary. Hollow passes to Ghost a cupcake decorated by an unlit "6" candle—Hollow's shown from the shoulders up, and Ghost is in full view as they sit on top of their sibling's head. The drawing is almost entirely in shades of cerulean, save for the pink clouds forming part of the background. End ID]

Happy birthday to them :]

[noxious-fennec]

It's pomegranate season :)

A redraw of this piece from around a year ago

[ophernelia]

My mom didn’t want anything for Mother’s Day and didn’t really wanna do anything either. Only thing she wanted to do today was garden, so I’ve been out with her in the dirt most of the day. It’s our thing. We tend her garden together every single year. And after her stroke last year, I’m extra grateful we get to garden together this year.

[hephaestn]

Steve doesn’t really know why he’s agreed to this. Well, he does know. He needed to escape Hawkins, anyhow, and Billy had given him an opportunity—kind of. 

They aren’t best friends, they aren’t even friends—they tolerate each other at best. Steve knows Billy’s ‘you should come down to California and visit me someday’ had been pure courtesy but Steve was suffocating at his parent’s house, he wanted nothing else but to be as far as possible from everything and everyone—so he took it as a literal invite. 

And so here he was, rotting away in a small, old flat in Chula Vista, about to, probably perish away and die from a heatstroke at the sweet age of twenty-one. 

Steve grunts to himself, he’d kill for something icy cold right now but he doesn’t wanna get up from this filthy couch—and especially, he doesn’t want to enter the kitchen while Billy and that dark-haired neighbor of his do God-knows-what in there. 

But he’s so hot. 

Fuck it. Fuck Billy and fuck his neighbor. 

Steve gets up from the squeaky leather couch in a clumsy move. He can hear their muffled voices as soon as he takes a few steps. She’s giggling at something Billy’s said, Steve can’t make out the what—Billy’s voice is low, reverberating through the walls. Ugh. 

The flimsy, old kitchen door creaks as Steve pushes it open. He doesn’t even want to look at them but it’s kind of impossible not to when this is, like, the tiniest kitchen he’s seen in his entire life and they’re right there by the small window. 

Billy’s smile fades when he lays eyes on Steve. The girl has turned to look at him too, and Steve suddenly feels like a lion trapped at a zoo, gazed at by stupid, brainless spectators—which is exactly what these two are to him at this exact moment. Stupid tans and perfect bodies, smoking by a dirty, pigeon-shat window, giggling and flirting and whatever. 

[willowser]

i think confessing to bakugou in high-school is a mistake.

and you know it is, despite the fact that you two have been friends for what feels like ages at this point, after the brutal taste of hero life you've been given — but it doesn't stop you from turning to him, quietly, in your dorm room, surrounded by boxes on all sides.

his room has been packed up for days now, but here you are, pushing the limits of your last moments.

your eyes are glued to the pink flash of his tongue as he focuses on the roll of tape in his hands. "bakugou," you say, and when he only grunts, you try again. "katsuki."

his attention snaps to you, rubber-banded, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. a small flush spreads across the bridge of his nose.

you take a deep breath, though it doesn't stop your voice from shaking. "i have something to tell you."

slowly, his mouth closes, tightens after having fallen slack, and you try not to let his heavy sigh discourage you, even as he returns to the box at his hip. "no, you don't."

rejection, in its purest form.

"yes, i do. i've had to tell you this for a while now and you probably already figured it out—"

bakugou snaps at you. "i haven't."

it only deters you for a second, before you blink and clear your throat. "well, then i have to tell you now or i never will and i'm almost out of time—"

"what time?" the box in his hands goes flying to the floor, despite the glass frames inside. launched, by his heavy wallop, as a vein thickens in his throat. "what fucking time have we ever had?"

you blank.

bakugou laughs, cruel and mean, a bully all over again, and the pitch of it raises higher than you've ever heard it. he throws his hand out to gesture to all your boxes, waving once to you where you stand. "we're out of fuckin' time!"

everything within you tightens as tears prick your eyes; you squeeze them shut and ball your hands at your sides and curl your toes, even, in your mismatched socks. "i'm in love with you!"

the room goes silent, save for the heavy, painful beat of your heart in your chest and in your ears. bakugou doesn't say anything, doesn't argue anymore, and when you finally open your eyes to look at him — even through your tears, as they slip down your cheeks, free — only his chin wobbles, brows furrowed.

"i am," you sniff, "and i'm sorry, but—"

but only the echoing slam of your door is there to hear you.

[chalamet-chalamet]

September 1, 2022-Venice-Bones and All 🩸