#and this app is addicting

[getoswhore]

Hold on haters I got to clock in!!

[ink-the-artist]

Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.

The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.

You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character

[eggbem]

It's April!

Y'know, it's strange; at this point, I've drawn a fair amount of Rise fanart. But I haven't ever actually drawn April yet! And that needed to change.

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

There’s a memory I think about regularly. One day in 2010 one of my friends at school, who was notably very popular in our grade, started talking about how he was forced to go with his family to watch Tangled in theaters because of his stupid little sister. He talked about how it sucked and was stupid and all the things you’d expect an 11 year old boy trying to look cool in 2011 to say. But then a while later he invited me to a sleepover at his house, and at like 10 pm he asked if I wanted to watch Tangled, which he had on dvd. I distinctly remembered him saying how much it sucked, and so I was very confused when he asked me, but I also secretly liked the movie when my family saw it in theaters so I said yes. And as the movie played he got really into it and I think he even sang along at some parts.

I think about that occasionally. Two grade school boys who had spent the evening playing games on their ipods and watching dumb YouTube videos, who end up watching a Disney princess movie together. I wonder why he decided to share that with me. I wonder what other girly things he might’ve lied about hating.

[bluemantics]

When he looks in the mirror, sometimes Keith searches for Shiro. He tilts his head, eyes tracing his nose, his hair, wondering if blinking hard enough will change things. It never does. 

Keith knows it’s stupid— Shiro isn’t actually his brother. It’s just difficult for him to watch that empty seat in the dining room, hard for him to hear the deafening gaps in conversation Shiro would fill. 

So he looks, and he tries. When Allura approaches him to strategize, his mind races to Shiro’s normal responses. If Pidge seems to work harder than normal, he lectures her, ignoring her muttered “isn’t that rich, from you.” Hunk cooks and Keith remarks on how delicious it tastes, thanks him for feeding the team. All of this leads to stares. 

Nothing is seamless anymore, not even waking up. He has to walk by Shiro’s room every day. One time, he stepped foot inside, and left immediately after. Shiro’s walls closed in and suffocated him, pressured him. It still feels wrong to be occupying any space where his echoes ring out. 

Black is no different. She reminds him that she knows, she knows he is not Shiro, tries to comfort him with soothing pulses. Yet all he can see when he looks through her eyes is someone who is smaller, angrier, and vulnerable. He can’t get comfortable in his seat. Keith never envisioned himself at the helm of anything, much less the team designed to save the whole universe. When he’s alone, and thinks of it too much, a gap between his ribs aches. 

This team might be destined to save the universe, but Keith Kogane was never destined to lead it. 

The worst times are when he forgets. He lets himself feel eased, laughs with the team like it’s natural, issues orders without deliberation or second guessing. In those instances, guilt weighs on him like a thundercloud. How could he have felt so familiar in someone else’s role? Keith quickly retreats, reminds himself of his place. Not the helm; he’s the stand-in. 

All this self-loathing would be so much easier if it weren’t for Lance, badgering him constantly. Day in and day out, his new “right hand” constantly pushes him. 

“Join us for dinner or I won’t participate in tomorrow’s training exercises.”

“Team movie night! Your turn to choose.”

“Are you sure that’s the right plan? I’ve been thinking—“

It’s fucking annoying when he’s thinking, but it’s all Lance seems to do. He offers up opinions constantly without being asked, shows up to meetings between Keith and Allura, knocks on his door after difficult missions. Keith can’t remember doing any of this when he was supposedly Shiro’s right hand. 

“Why are you always on my tail, Lance?” Keith demands after a particular comment. 

“Because you need it.”

Lance has a new confidence when he speaks, a bravado that doesn’t need flowery words. His voice is sure. 

Keith knows he’s right. Part of him secretly relishes Lance’s feedback, uses his presence as a crutch. Another part of him is ashamed to rely on anyone at all. Shiro stood tall as a lone watchdog over them and barely needed help from anyone, much less the mess that was Keith. It makes him doubt his older brother’s judgement in choosing him for Black. 

He’s exhausted from questioning himself, his brother, his teammates. At night, he tosses and turns, and every time he tries to train, Lance stops him—or worse—joins him. Keith has a looser grip on his sword and his words at night. Control slipping, he worries he will say the wrong thing as Lance takes him down with newfound skill that only time and practice bring. 

“Since when did you get good at this?” Keith heaves from the ground, chest rising and falling quickly. Lance stands over him, smiling widely with pride. 

“Since you needed a new sparring partner.”

Keith notices Lance doing this a lot lately, anticipating everyone’s needs. Suddenly, Lance wraps Pidge in blankets, tells Hunk not to worry about a broken gadget, and comforts the Alteans by listening to their stories. 

With a pang, Keith realizes something: Lance is a better leader. The whole team probably knows it by now. Effortlessly, Lance fills new shoes without so much as a complaint, while Keith flounders trying to shove his square-shaped self into a circular opening. 

When Shiro comes back, Keith doesn’t even register the differences between This Shiro and His Shiro. He grew up with nothing, so he isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Instead, he did what he’d been itching to do since he first stepped in Black. 

Keith ran away.

When he’s alone in his quarters at the Blade, he looks in mirrors. He searches for traces of Lance and sees none. Hands cold and stiff, he covers the looking glass with a sheet, unwilling to stare back at an unworthy face.

[grape-souffle]

Redrew that doodle because I know I can do better

I've made lore for these guys btw because why not

[flowerofthewave]

My piece for the YorkNew auction!! Read the wonderful fanfic here it's very sweet ♥️

[socksracoon10]

"What app are you addicted to?" every other driver: tiktok, snapchat, instagram, etc. Carlos Sainz Jr. : THE WEATHER APP!!!!

[dec4yingdogteeth]

The sober app list of addictions has some crazy shit next to each other. (including shitty doodles added by me)

[kellkyy]

Having all of these new art platforms is all good any nice but im still missing what im really looking for and thats a new DESKTOP platform I dont want to have all of these apps on my phone Everything now is catered to small screens and I wish we could go back to desktop

[kybcrs]

originally posted for 2024 olympics

greatest exy player of all time🥇

[foxgirlsounds]

does anyone else feel really fuckin weird about the sheer amount of gambling being pushed from literally everywhere

or is that just me

[backfromtwitterforw]

Yesterday stream was so precious to me because we had so many wholesome q!bbh intercation :

q!fit and q!aypierre validating q!bbh feeling for the soulfire base, hanging out there a bit just because they recognized the work it all implied and saw how important it was for q!bbh

q!bbh arriving at spawn, seing q!fit and q!tubbo sitted, in a sad mood, and him just being invited to sit with them and imediatly calling q!tubbo "coach"

q!forever complimenting him for his puzzles, showing real interest and q!bbh complementing his intelligence and his score so many times

All of it was soooo sweet and dear to me

[cureofthenonesense]

I love tumblr cuz it is the most anti-social media social media. No one is popular. No one has a following. You can post a 50k one day and a 0 notes the next. It is a lawless, godless land. And this land is my home.

[bluemerakis]

i feel like i’m pulling out ancient, forgotten & forbidden records on the pyramids whenever i try explaining to my irl friends what tumblr is 😭😭😭