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[todayontumblr]

Monday, February 19.

Make a wish.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear, well, us?

Well, how about that. On this very day, 17 years ago, online culture was changed forever. The internet instantaneously became better, brighter, shitpostier, and adequately normal about the things we care about most. And that's because Tumblr dot com was birthed.

Whatever it is you're doing, folks, keep it up. You're doing it well. Come celebrate with us.

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[neymiiie]

I just want to see him again.

[ominouspuff]

Clone Wars AU: what if’s, featuring “what if everyone lived and outmaneuvered Order 66 and Cody and Rex became, like, space cowboys, among other things”

[caitthecakeee]

bat-dad and his eldest bird-son

[hellsitegenetics]

i love genetics. All animals are pretty much the same, and each genus adds more adventure to our growing zoology books.

Animals are great, and deserve our love support and respect,

have a lovely day,

the great and mysterious weirdo on the internet.

String identified:

gtc. A aa a tt c t a, a ac g a at t gg g .

Aa a gat, a t a ct,

a a a,

t gat a t t tt.

Closest match: Calendula officinalis genome assembly, chromosome: 9 Common name: Marigold

[yukipri]

💙❤️Happy Valentine's Day!❤️💙

This year, decided to do a set!

"Spice" - Alpha-17 x Obi-Wan

"Sugar" - Fordo x Obi-Wan

Do you prefer your romance to be Sweet❤️ or Spicy💙?

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[royalarchivist]

Everyone: Oh man, I hope there are no hard feelings between fans because of who wound up winning the "Best Streamed Event" award. 😬

Cellbit: Don't worry guys, I have a solution. 😘

[incorrectpeterparker]

Peter: Getting up a 6am made me realize that 6am isn’t a place it’s an emotion

Tony: 6am isn’t a place at all

Peter: That’s because it’s an emotion

[incognitopolls]

If you have multiple exes, vote based on your most recent ex or the one you resent most, if any.

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[canisalbus]

First impressions

[logwire]

behind the glass door

[amiz06-certified-b1mb0]

Human Perfect Cell and Red Ribbon Army lore but it’s covered with thirst traps because I just learned a new way on how to draw muscled bodies. I just love the manhwa art style wahhhh!

Yes im still alive. I’m trying to draw as much as I can in all the midst of irl work busyness because I just simply love to draw! This year is pretty slow but it’s still better than nothing! :D

Edit: a funi I made on Insta story

[desorden-en-letras]

Créditos a quien correspondan

[ominouspuff]

No Man Left Behind / Something Worth Dying For

REQUESTS / BLOG EVENT

Request from @razzbberry - Palette #1 - Alpha-17, Cody - Death of the Cynic in Me

Notes and close-ups beneath the cut!

Notes: I think Seventeen would, both subconsciously and consciously, keep his cynicism as long as possible. It’s how he thinks the world works, but it’s also a survival tool. It’d be a very, very slow death.

It’s put to the test with Cody — not because Cody is special among his fellow clones, but because he’s one of the first that bothers to fight Seventeen on his own terms. The argument is always the same. Cody wants to talk about what he hopes to be, someday, after he is a soldier. Seventeen thinks he’s stupid to think that’s possible, or that he’d be capable. Cody knows it, and he, might not be. Seventeen thinks it’s even more stupid, in that case; what a waste of energy.

It develops. When they’re older, and in the thick of war, one day Cody risks his life for the chance to save a brother that was going to die anyway. Seventeen yells at him for fifteen minutes once he’s conscious about luck and stupidity and the trouble it’s causing Seventeen and the false hope it’s engendering in others. Cody says he can disagree all he likes, but he doesn’t give a fig, respectfully. Seventeen thinks Cody can go try to get blown up again, if he thinks so.

There’s no point fighting for a better tomorrow; they’re bought and paid for to fight for something else, FOR someone else. Seventeen is prepared for being fodder, as a result. He’s prepared for unfairness and the bleak life that they’re living. Instead he watches as Cody defeats odds time and time again, somehow managing to balance being an exceptional military leader with a secondary war to live for something more, running himself ragged and — inexplicably — gaining ground. Each of those little victories are a little death for Seventeen’s cynicism; a chipping away. A little seed of Cody’s brand of hope takes root, awkward and begrudging, fond and tentative.

Then Order 66 happens. Cody’s efforts for a better life are in vain, and Cody himself-

Cody may never know that Seventeen was right abut just how helpless they were. Now he only knows that Seventeen is a traitor, apparently, because Seventeen — for once in his life — was the lucky one and his chip malfunctioned.

And Seventeen could say ‘I told you so’. He could rest, vindicated and resigned, in the fact that every dream Cody built up and everything he thought was worth dying for is pointless, now — as he always suspected it would be.

But it isn’t fair, even by Seventeen’s standards.

“What are you doing,” Rex will rasp, caught in a strange role reversal as Seventeen paints an armor set with Cody’s golden colors. “He’s not coming back, Seventeen. He can’t. It’s pointless to keep going after him, you need to stop.”

“No,” Seventeen will answer, unbothered, “I don’t think I will.”

“We can’t — we can’t keep hoping,” Rex says, because he means he will probably have a breakdown if he imagines there is even a pitiful possibility he could save his brothers and then have to turn away from that scrappy chance for the greater good and Rebellion, and all that. “We’ve got to move on.”

“Go on.” Seventeen will invite sincerely, one brow raised because he knows Rex better than that.

“Do you want him to shoot you?” Rex will finally yell, all knotted up at the thought of losing Seventeen too, even though it’s funny because Seventeen was never kind to Rex.

“He can try,” Seventeen will say, touching up the last of the paint. He will stand, wiping his fingers, and pick up his pack. “See you when we get back, then.”

Alt version:

[maddie-w-draws]

gouache kitty cats