#HOPE UR DOING AWESOME!!

[triona-tribblescore]

Meow meow :3

*soft bap bap bap*

ITS A BAP CYCLE!!!! Infinite baps uvu <3

[knifearo]

being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one

[bacchuschucklefuck]

and! barbarian!fig! its her

[skunkes]

longlegs fucking sucked 😭

[themyscirah]

Complaining abt Suicide Squad yet again but the fact that they have Waller exposing the alien community to space racist attacks and talking abt how she got to her position through deceit and being a terrible person and stuff is just. Ahsfiwueh JUST SAY YOU DONT KNOW WALLER.

Anyways literally the 3rd mission of the Squad ever (and the first framed as smth Waller picked and not orders from above) was the Squad discrediting and stopping a rogue vigilante who was only arresting POC and funneling white people into white supremacy groups (of which he was the most prominent member) in SUICIDE SQUAD #4. and it's explicitly framed as this mission being personal for Waller that she's hiding from the government bc its illegal like. Guys. Please why are we having her incite (space bc comics) racist attacks now

Also the whole "Amanda got her position through deceit and being a terrible person" NO. she KEPT her position through being shitty and playing complicated political games!!! She wasn't always that way like there is a difference and it is IMPORTANT ppl PLEASEEEE. In Secret Origins #14 we learn Amanda's backstory and she used to be a normal, caring person! Like even after she entered into working in government and politics she wasn't automatically morally bankrupt like please people. She was originally given control of the Squad by Reagan (*sigh* 80s comics...) to distract and get rid of her because she was so successful at pushing progressive social policy in Congress. Acting like she's this static pillar of evil is such a waste of her character and so fucking uninteresting and disrespectful to her arc it drives me MAD.

Like I am NOT saying Waller is all sunshine and rainbows, she fucking SUCKS (said w love <3) but like there's a human being there. It's a progression, she has a character arc like please, DC, please!!! They've fucked up Waller so bad and made her so opaque and uninteresting she can't even be the protagonist of her own story for fucks sake!

Like I don't know how many times I have to scream it until DC hears me or remembers but WALLER IS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF SUICIDE SQUAD. ITS HER BOOK. yet right now she's a cutout to be used as the villain wherever the writers please. Even in her book we get none of her perspective really displayed, no exploration of her thoughts with any kind of understanding of the role she traditionally has played and was made to play in the story.

[kingyo7273]

Sketch page Commision for @whoatherebigguy!!!

SHARKMAN FROM GAMERA! THE COOLEST AND UNIQUE, ZIGRA THE ZIGRA FROM ZIGRAAAAAAAAAAA

[amywritesthings]

I hope this doesn't come off offensive but I saw you were 30 and as someone who is 23 and worried I may have to give up fanfiction one day it made me less anxious. I love your writing!

Hi there! This is not offense at all, anon. I used to have the same worries at 23. I was afraid I'd have to give up my hobbies once I 'grew up' and left college. I never wanted to live the 'milestone' life tbh - I'm a childfree woman, marriage doesn't interest me, and I work so I can supply money for my hobbies. So I've always felt out of place in most societal situations lol.

Nothing says that, once you're out in the full-time job world, you have to give anything up. Watch animated shows forever! Collect that Funko pop! Draw your fan art and go to cons and read your fics.

Almost all of my mutuals on tumblr are 30+ year old people that write amazing fic while also living 'adult lives'. They have partners, they have jobs, they may even have children. One of my best friends from school legit still reads 400K fics and buys them 'bound' as real books on the shelves of the house she bought. You're going to still have naysayers in your life who think it is 'childish' or weird, but... that's life. Someone's always going to put you down for something you're passionate about, because misery loves company.

I promise you, my ass will be 50+ still reading (and probably writing) fanfiction. And I won't be the only one, because many 30-40 year olds on this website were the pioneers of the internet as kids and it isn't something that's going away anytime soon.

TL;DR: DO NOT FRET. AGEISM IS SILLY. READ/WRITE THOSE FANFICTIONS.

[butterflieswhisper]

looping echidna beastlife gif from trying to figure out toonboom

[radioroxx]

@corvidcrowned i know u made this post like 2 days ago (and this one) but im slow jfjf teehee

bonus + close up

[dimeadozencows]

Krispee cream

[conkreetmonkey]

Bug was sent to your door for trick or treating

For the second day in a row, a figure was standing before the old submarine-style bulkhead, and once again it announced itself with a knock, what would have been a loud, hollow clang muffled by a thick pair of dark brown gloves, resulting in a dull metallic clunk.

"Trick or treat!" a rough yet polite voice called out in an enthusiastic yet contained half-shout, as if trying to make up for the weak knock but not wanting to full-on yell.

This visitor, unlike the last person to knock on that door, was not looking around confused, nor was it unsure of how it got there. It had come to the old door willingly, its trick or treating intentional rather than being commited in some sort of hazy fugue state. Indeed, this person was much unlike the last, not only in behaviour but in appearance as well, not looking at all out of place in the dimly-lit concrete hallway clad in crumbling institutional tiles, foul green slime accumulating under leaking iron pipes that snaked up and down the walls like metal ivy.

In other words, the creature standing there looked like a freaky-ass mad scientist.

It stood with its heavy-gloved hands behind its back, legs straight and chest forward with a polite grin that would have been charming if its teeth didn't look like it routinely gargled with pesto. Its broad, stout frame was clad in some sort of boxy lab jacket which hung down to its knees, made from a thick material coloured in a dull, unpleasant off-yellow reminiscent of creamed corn or rotten old wallpaper glue. Splatters of snot green something-or-other clung to its scuffed surface, long since having dried into rubbery, crusted-on stains. The jackets black buttons were fastened up to the top, a large circular collar snugly obscuring the wearers entire neck. Its sleeves were tucked into the gloves, and baggy canvas pants of army green were tucked into a heavy pair of brown leather work boots. No skin was showing below the chin, and the thick, loose-fitting nature of the entire outfit made it hard to discern much about the body underneath, aside from it being of a short and stocky sort. Its stature communicated confidence, intelligence and poise.

The thing inhabiting the outfit, of course, was a complete fucking freak.

Olive green skin clashed against ginger hair, sitting dry and frizzy against the back of the neck in a shoulder-length side part and growing on the face in thick yet uneven patches. Acne pocked the orcish humanoid's face, red pimples clashing against the earthy green and copper. The eyes were obscured behind opaque black welding goggles that rested atop a large nose and were fastened with a grey strap. With a broad rounded jaw, short forehead and prominent canines, the being simultaneously looked like a mutant created in a lab and like he created mutants in a lab, and would have looked just as natural being the monster strapped to a metal platform as it would being the mad doctor who flipped the switch, bringing the monster to life.

This goblin-like creature, reeking of formaldehyde and burning rubber, stood patiently just outside the metal door, its eyes lighting up with excitement as the valve in the center began to turn. With a series of mechanical squeaks and the creak of metal hinges, the door slowly slid open, revealing a familiar freak with wild pink hair and skin the colour of a spent fuel pool. Fitting, since he was munching on a stick of enriched uranium like it was a cucumber, glowing crumbs of neon yellow clinging to his lips as his face lit up with the joy of seeing a friend.

"Eh, Bugbug! Happy Halloween!" the blue thing said, wiping dangerously radioactive flecks of pure cancer onto his shirt with his hands, it lifting to reveal a definitionless belly with a slight nuclear glow shining through it from the inside, murky shadows of anomalous organs briefly visible before a curtain of thick green fabric obscured it once more. "It's not often you come to my door looking for a tasty treat!" he joked with a slight chuckle, the entire inside of his mouth stained flourescent highlighter yellow. Bug was less than amused, but it held its tongue. It and he both knew that it just couldn't stay mad at the little scamp, no matter how often he broke into its lab to slurp radioactive waste from sealed nuclear barrels, chug unattended beakers of biohazardous ooze, or munch on Bug's secret stash of yellowcake briquettes. The guy had a good heart, it knew, and as often as Bug grabbed him by his shirt collar to scream obscenities in his face and threw test tubes at him, it knew he was just a silly little guy, a lovable goober particularly prone to the toxic munchies, and its furious reactions were all in good fun, a slapstick game of cat and mouse that they both enjoyed.

Or at least that's what the blue thing believed. It was possible that Bug felt different, but he wouldn't know. He'd just assumed Bug hadn't really meant any of it, and fully anticipated his little snack seshies.

Pinching its nose, Bug took a deep breath and regained its happy expression. It was trick or treating, and it was out here to have fun; no use thinking about all the locks it still had to replace. "Happy Halloween, Conky!" it said, its cheery grin truly genuine. "Ah, hold on, I've got just the thing for you!" Conky said, holding up one finger as he reached behind the door, set his fuel rod down on something, and grabbed something else, plopping it down in Bug's hand with an excited grin.

It was a single breakfast sausage, cooked but cold, with little bits of dirt stuck to it.

"Happy Halloween!" Conky said, before pulling his door shut and turning the valve from the inside, leaving Bug alone in the gloomy little concrete box that Conky called his front doorstep.

After staring at its small greasy "prize" for a few moments, Bug started back up the stairs.

[boyjoan]

HELLO EVERYONE. CRUMPETS

[triona-tribblescore]

Auntie

DIONAAAAA!!!!!!!!

Hi :]

[synthbug]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @milimeters-morales !!💙🦋 the cake's been knocked around a bit but I'm sure it's still tasty ^_^ ‼️ YIPPIE !!!

HOPE U HAVE AN AWESOME YEAR !!! Ik I've been less active but i just wanted 2 say a great big THANK YOU for being you‼️ :3 last year you made my 2023 so AWESOME and boosted my whimsy and joy so much !!! U have such COOL ideas and characters and designs and ur art is always so lovely💙 !!!! Plus your nice kindness and SILLYFUNNY spirit makes me smile so wide :3 your impact on my joke vocabulary in 2023 was huge...🦋 And I'm pretty sure i got into the silly spiderman side of tumblr and gained all my mutuals from you!! Which was such a lovely experience and im so lucky i got 2 goof around in the eventful year with cool mutuals like u !! So I just wanted 2 say thank u 4 being such an AWESOME FRIEND and making my spiderman brainrot and overall whimsy so much more joyous :3 rambling with u about the atsv trailers and mini miles was so much fun !! 1 BILLION SHEEP FROLICKING CAREFREE IN A FIELD !!! AND SMILING !!!!🐏‼️

Something silly also !! the first proper interaction I had with ur blog was on ur birthday last year !! Did a similar doodle so I just did it again ! :3 Happy birthday Scor !! I hope the world is ever so kind 2 u this year and awesome things happen forever :D💙🦋

[stunie]

hi i hope you’re doing well 💕

this is gonna be long i’m so sorry but my brain hasn’t shut up 😭 and also a little nsfw? i’m sorry (not sorry)

BUT ANYWAYS

okay so

they’re both just so caring? like you get the softest boys but ALSO the toughest and strongest so win win win really

ume’s def the kind of guy whose always in charge but sometimes just softly in charge? like everything happening is on HIS whim and dime but he’s so gentle and kind, like he’ll pin you down by holding your hands— which is more effective cause you feel loved but you also cannot move

and tsubaki just feels like he’d be the king of teasing— i know people say suo is but tsubaki i feel is like 10x worse— like you want a kiss? he’s kissing your cheeks or your nose, literally everywhere but your lips

you want his touch? he’s skimming his fingers across your skin, a feather light feeling everywhere but where you want him too

and he’s all soft giggles like you’re not in tears

ANYWAYS

aftercare is like the softest? and sweetest thing ever? ume definitely gets like a soft rag and wipes all 3 of you down and then tsubaki takes you to the bathroom (no uti’s here) and uses their fancy skincare products to wipe your face and moisturizer your skin, all the while like peppering you w soft kisses and stuff

meanwhile ume is changing sheets and cleaning the bedroom and when tsubaki leads you back there you all just lay down and relax and i just imagine cuddling them is better than sex w them LMAO

also i think tsubaki has the cutest, silk pj sets, and ume wears boxers and t shirts kinda guy

this was so long but i suck at wording things ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY you’re amazing :)

-🥟

YESSSSSSSSS YAYYYYYYY HOORAY FOR 🥟 NONNIE

absolutely yea ur right about ume !! i think he likes to sit back and watch u two sometimes before he actually does anything. u two r so pretty n he wants to enjoy it !! and also. u are so right about tsubaki i feel the exact same way. can totally picture tsubaki being such a tease and you’re getting all pouty and whiny bc he’s got u sooooo needy, so ume’s like “awww, let’s be a little nicer to her yeah? she’s been so good for us.”

but also. they are not much nicer. they’re not touching you where you want until you use ur words— no matter how embarrassing. it’s kind of intimidating to have them both looming over you, and they’re waiting for you to ask. like…. they wanna hear it in your words: exactly what you want, where, and how. all of it. as soon as you say it, tsubaki’s gonna be in your ears like “aww, there’s no need to be so nervous. you want that?” and ur nodding so fast that he’s giggling a bit smsmsmm

aftercare !! hello that was so cute ? going w tsubaki to clean up !! kisses n asking how you’re feeling ): “does it hurt? show me where you’re aching” AAAA.

THE SILK PJ SETS VS UME IN BOXERS N T SHIRT. ugh. i love them both. ur so right. i think it would be so nice to be in between them. somehow the ac is always on blast at night (one of them is definitely tryna get u to snuggle up against them …), so you’re squeezing between them to stay warm ): and ik ume’s body is always gonna be super WARM .

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING