#womblr

[meowdeer]

amy doodle

[faultlinescrew]

Barracuda: Tinker with a specialty for traps and lures. By cape standards she's ancient, being roughly in her mid sixties, and has made far too many enemies for retirement to ever be an option.

Years in the cape scene has made her rather, eccentric, to put it nicely- and desensitised her completely to most atrocities.

She has saw trapped people before and she'll do it again

Heist Team broke her out of the transport to the birdcage a while back and she is particularly fond of them.

Has gone by many Aliases, but some of her more famous ones are: Tangle, Decoy Duck, and Mousetrap

[lemonlimekodkod]

A worm escaped it's bucket and nearly died covered in cat litter

[noctilia]

Into the Vic-verse (based on this post from @shakertwelve)

[codenamesailordarillium]

guess i'll be entering my "main fandom has severely disappointed me again so am currently drowning myself in all the kpop i listen to" era for the foreseeable future

[skitter-queen]

HAPPY NEW YEAR womblr 🎉 i was talking about transfem rain as the new year rolled in

[windvexer]

thrilled that my silly little story about doing magic wrong has outstripped my helpful spell in notes, both of which vastly outrank the actually diy helpful theory post about doing magic. regaining faith in womblr.

[sketchesfromthemoon]

womblr, not my blorbo but i always support people who dress up for halloween specifically to scare kids

[icyfox17]

song ask!

4, 11, 13, 14

4. Chasing cars by snow patrol

11. Since i saw vienna by womblr scoot

13. You make my dreams by hall n oates! (God i love 80s music so fuckign much, i could do this entire ask game with just 80s music--/exag)

14. Dreams by fleetwood mac :))

[spiritual-turg]

WE GOT A NEW FRIEND!!! :D

I present to you......

Pablo Bert :] (Bert being his last name :D)

We love him :3!! Even Cornelius loves him! ^-^

Here's them hanging out on the burrito blanket :D

(Pablo really got his swag on for this one)

Thats all wholesome friendo content for now! ^o^

(Just a fun filter i found)

[tilundsetning]

Another strange thing about trying to get pregnant is the hope that a bout of queasyness can bring of a Tuesday afternoon

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

Hell hath no fury like a woman ranting on tumblr.

[midnightbikeride]

womblr soot

[bookshelf-imagines]

It’ll Bounce Off, I Promise

Pairing/Fandom: Catradora/SPOP

Summary: Catra finds a gun and shows Adora

Warnings: There’s a gun in it, tad bit of violence

Note: Written as a meme and based off some art I saw It was a peaceful day at Bright Moon. The sun was shining, the plants were green, and the people that inhabited it were enjoying a well deserved late morning sleep. Well, most of them.

Catra lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Her eyes were wide, her body motionless as her heart raced a thousand miles a minute. Sweat droplets lined her forehead, but she made no movement to wipe them away. The dream she had awoken from had been less than pleasant, but it did evolve into something that left her shocked and confused.

What exactly, you ask, was it about?

It all started as a normal nightmare, whether it was about one traumatic event or another. Yet the green and white and the red and black shifted, twisting into purple and blue.

The Whispering Woods.

Catra frantically scanned her surroundings, wanting nothing more than to wake up, but something felt off. The colors, the wind rustling through her bristled mane, even the obnoxious chirping of birds. It felt unfamiliar. It almost felt safe.

That is, until she spotted something glowing.

Sucking in a breath, Catra pressed forward toward the light. It was a light blue, and the closer she got, she could hear it buzzing, like it was calling to her.

When she came up to it, the glowing died down to where she could see the cause of the aura. It was not an object she had ever seen---nor heard of. It was small, a noir color, and seemed to have different slides and clicks. A hand weapon, perhaps?

With curiosity gnawing at her like a teething baby, she picked up the supposed weapon, having it dangle between two fingers. It was heavy, but not enough to warrant the use of both of her hands.

It had to work somehow, right? She poked and prodded at it, but nothing seemed to work. That is, until she wrapped her hand around the shorter part and slipped a finger in front of a trigger.

Her eyebrows rose, then furrowed again as she smirked, clearly proud of herself. The position her hand was in felt comfortable, it felt right.

So, she kept poking. The stationary finger on the trigger pulled, hearing a click. Nothing else happened. She reached around with her thumb and felt a button, pushing it. A long slide fell from the bottom of the grip, nearly hitting her unsuspecting toes as she stepped back just in time for it to instead create a dent in the grass.

Okay...Maybe if she just put it back in?

She crouched and positioned the weapon on top of the slide, pushing down until there was a satisfying click. Job accomplished.

Now, how do you work this thing?

With a few more minutes of uncharacteristic patience, Catra finally discovered that she could pull back the top of it, so she did.

Another click.

"Well...That wasn't so hard." She said, grinning and waving the mechanism around.

It didn't last long.

She spun the object on her finger, and then...there was a loud bang followed by black. Black, a hazy feeling, and the smell of smoke. Catra didn't know what she had found, but she was still intrigued even if it left her feeling more out of sorts than a cat living with prairie dogs.

Now, back to Catra.

Catra stood from the bed, her legs wobbly. Her breaths were becoming deeper in an attempt to calm down and not wake the blonde still sleeping some what soundly. They both have nightmares, some are just worse than others.

Tiptoeing across the room, she gathered articles of clothing and threw them on, planning to adventure out and discover this object she had seen in her dream.

Just like she had seen, it was right there: the blue aura, the black color, the sense of safety. Except this time, the hair on the back of Catra's neck stood as stiff as a board. The sense of safety was quickly washed away by power and danger.

She gulped once. She blinked twice. This was it.

Catra grabbed the object, this time more familiar with it. However, instead of inspecting it, she shoved it in the bag she brought along with her, not wanting a repeat of the dream.

She refused to admit it, but it felt as if she had...died.

She would definitely not admit it.

A week passed. Catra would sometimes sneak out and admire her new discovery, occasionally even using it on innocent trees. It was absolutely thrilling when she pulled the trigger. The kick, the adrenaline, the force.

She named it "WOMBLD," pronounced "wombled", but she calls it "Killer." Why? Ask her. She was the one that dubbed it "weapon of mass but little destruction."

Well, one thing led to another, and after two months, Adora finally found it in one of the drawers in their bedroom. She was confused, but asked Catra about it later. The feline had been acting strange lately, especially after dodging Adora's questions about her running off at certain times. The blonde had attempted to tail the other, but her girlfriend had disappeared between the thickets faster than a mouse in the walls.

So, tell me, how did it lead from Catra finding Killer in the Whispering Woods to her aiming it at the aforementioned girlfriend?

Technically it was She-Ra and not her girlfriend, but details, details.

"Why should I shoot you, again?" Catra asked, pulling back the slide on the top of the WOMBLR.

"Because...It'll bounce off of me." Adora replied, already in She-Ra form and looking super determined.

Meanwhile, Glimmer and Bow were strolling through the halls, on their way to the outer garden when they saw the two yahoos pointing things at each other. It was too late to stop them anyway.

"You promise?" Catra half raised Killer, turning her head away as her arm lifted it to face level.

"I promise."

BANG!

Clink.

"...I told you it would bounce off." Now Adora said, reverting her form.

"That's another thing to add to the list of "Things Adora's always right about."" Catra placed Killer back into the holster she fashioned for it before running over to Adora and hopping just enough to be carried bridal style.

"At least now we know you're invincible." Catra purred.

"At least now we know they're both idiots." Glimmer pointed out, face palming. Bow shook his head and mirrored her action.

The WOMBLR strikes again.

[curtashiism]

Why can’t terfs just get the fuck off Twitter and Tumblr and start their own stupid social media site. They could call it something ridiculous like “womblr: a site to celebrate real wombyn” and spend all their time sharing conspiracy theories about what method trans people plan on using to unravel the fabric of society

[shmistarkiller]

proof that i’m a horrible person but it causes me unending amusement that one of tomblr womblr’s self-professed gay icons kate mckinnon keeps doing bits where she plays or wants to play characters that are into adam lol