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[spydrnet]

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ↳ ❝ [ 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗. ] ¡! ❞

-ˋˏ [ 🕷️ spidey speaks ] ˎˊ

general posts. updates on my life, etc.

-ˋˏ [ mailbox ] ˎˊ

answering asks from my inbox.

≪ ◦ emoji ◦ ≫ // ≪ ◦ emoji - dr self name ◦ ≫

states what dr the post above is referring to / takes place. a key for my emojis will be at the bottom of this post.

-ˋˏ [ misc tags ] ˎˊ

important. storytimes. tag games. queued. favs. moodboards.

emoji key for my drs !!

🏴‍☠️ the de vil girl - descendants / 🌟 na’ze west - fame / 🏎️💨 trinity rhodes - street racer & idol / 🌱 andromeda pierce - seventeen vamp. / 📣 aniyah lee miller - disney's zombies / 🧸 teddy kang - soloist dr / 🌪️ ophelia van dyne - mlb & cn / 📓 kimora harlow - boarding / high school dr / 🪄psyche hendrix - hogwarts/wizarding world dr / 💫/⏳ mcu drs / 🕸️ spiderverse dr

[alternative-snake]

i must ask you reblog this so said beast, you know. actually has attributes also ping me or something if you draw it i want to see.

[evilmom]

suggestions for new artists

- have two blogs, one where you only post your art and another fandom blog where you reblog not only your art to but also reblog and interact with others

- tags only matter for SEO and fandom, so there is no reason to tag #art and #pixel art for example

- tag posts to be searchable for your own blog, keep the same tagging system too so people can easily sort your posts

- use the queue feature to post things at optimal times

- reblog yourself (and tag #srb or #self-bost accordingly for people who block it)

- one to two pieces of art per post

- Tumblr loves sketches and throw away art, just post it on its own instead of doing a sketch dump

- have a pinned post telling people what tags can be searched in your blog to find your art, your fandoms, your OCS, and anything else that might be relevant

[dykefication]

on july 23, an Afro-Indigenous man from White Bear First Nation, Tylor Maxie, was shot by toronto police while experiencing a mental health crisis. he is currently fighting for his life in the hospital.

his family has started a gofundme for their legal fees, please share so tylor can be represented with dignity.

[lachatalovematcha]

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[suhtorus]

mall santa. ryomen sukuna

fluff‐parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non curse au, slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed three-year-old twins (boy and girl) + five-year-old yuuji cameo. we're getting festive !

little sunshines au

"stay fuckin' still..."

sukuna murmurs as he stands slightly crouched down, camera in hand, and ready to pop a vein because the kids refuse to stay still for the picture.

the twins sit on each leg of the bearded man, your son interrogating him while your daughter cries her little heart out. the only one smiling towards the camera is yuuji, but he keeps turning around to tell every single item in his list to santa.

"...and two dog plushies." little yuuji makes sure to get his point across by lifting two chubby fingers, looking so serious that santa immediately nods. "my friend likes dogs, his name is megumi!"

"where are the gifts?" your son butts in, tilting his head and squinting. "santa wikes cookies?"

and your daughter... well, she's just staring up at santa as she sobs—loudly.

sukuna curses under his breath (again), as he tries (and fails) to take a decent picture, the queue standing behind him growing restless.

"these brats." he groans, knowing he'll have to settle for an old classic. after a heavy sigh, he whistles, and the three kids instantly shut up. "oi, squirts! mama's here!"

at the sound of her favorite word, your daughter snaps her head towards the crowd, her eyes looking for you.

sukuna has one chance, and he uses it to finally snap a—somewhat decent—picture.

by the time the kids realize you aren't there, sukuna is already looking all smug and proud for coming up with the idea all by himself.

he would pat himself on the back if he could.

deciding to put the kids out of their misery, he grabs the crying girl once she starts making grabby hands at him, cradling her against his chest and letting her hide her face in his neck. with his free hand, he helps his son jump down from santa's lap and yuuji follows right behind.

"bye-bye santa!"

little yuuji waves the bearded man goodbye, following his uncle and babies to the bench a couple meters away.

"not so scary anymore, heh?" sukuna smirks, patting his daughter's back soothingly, but there's obvious happiness because he's finally some sort of a 'hero' in his baby girl's eyes.

and that's when you finally come back from getting the kids' presents, your smile dying down once you see three upset little ones.

"what happened!?"

"sensitive topic."

[petaltexturedskies]

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre  

[mmagurro]

the gay anthem ~ ♫

[0x1lovebot]

— bf! bang chan: nylon swarovski 2024 photoshoot edition —

genre — smau, crack

warnings — suggestive!! (nothing too crazy I think😭), nylon bc 2024, one mention of shooting

a/n — if you thought I was gonna see those pics of my man and just let it slide you thought wrong. this is how I cope.

© 2024 copyright. all rights reserved. @0x1lovebot.

[aco1yte]

Akademiya kvthm you mean so much to me

[nanatshu]

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╰┈➤ texting skzᝰ.ᐟbf "I can take you in a fight"

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⤿📝author's note: yayayaya first post here ୧⍤⃝💐

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[regal-bones]

White clouds, the wind whistles in the air. Somewhere in this world, someone small is just waking up… Last Sprout: A Seedling of Hope - first look trailer! 🌱 A roguelite adventure, grow plants, master powerful weapons, and fight the swarm of robot enemies that thirst for your blood 🩸

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[suhtorus]

crybaby. gojo satoru

fluff‐parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non sorcerers au, slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed eight-month-old baby girl, mentions of needles and vaccines

little sunshines au

two pairs of blue eyes stare at each other (one of them is already brimming with unshed tears).

"satoru, you can't be serious."

"she has no idea!"

your eight-month-old grins at her dad, blissfully unaware of what's happening while he dreads what's about to come.

the nurse side-eyes him but says nothing besides instructing him on how to hold her hands so they won't get in the way and accidentally hurt her.

"oh god." he whispers, staring up at the ceiling and forcing himself to ignore the baby's babbles. "i can't watch this."

funny, you think. because all these years, he seemed just fine with holding your boys as they got their shots. even going as far as encouraging them with promises of gifts and ice cream after braving through the pain.

but now, god forbid someone—or rather, something, like a vaccine—hurt his princess.

you snicker behind your hand at his worried face while he bounces his leg in anxiousness, murmuring to himself as he stares at the ceiling.

and that must've been the last straw.

"sir, don't ever get your eyes off of your child."

satoru quickly turns his head towards the nurse, eyes wide as if he just got caught committing a crime, but he's met with their blank stare.

"you have to make sure i administer the vaccine correctly." the nurse continues, lecturing your husband—respectfully, of course.

his jaw opens, but nothing comes out, closing it again when he realizes his mistake. his eyes move down to watch your baby, still smiley and babbling nonsense.

a small smile grows on his lips as he carefully maneuvers her little hands in his, and a similar one appears on your face as you watch the interaction.

"I got you." he murmurs while briefly making eye contact with the needle going in her tiny arm. he grimaces, and the baby tenses up after a second, her eyes never leaving satoru's. "you're so brave, my little mochi. papa is so proud of you."

he coos and keeps whispering sweet things as the baby starts to cry, her face red and eyes screwed shut. satoru's tearing up too, but he doesn't seem to realize or simply doesn't care because he continues on comforting your daughter.

once the nurse has placed a little bandaid on the baby's arm, they hand out a lollipop to satoru.

"let's go home, my two babies." you kiss your daughter's cheek, before smiling at your husband.

and once you return to the comfort of your home, you spend the afternoon watching over them, father and daughter deeply asleep and with matching blotched faces.