#but i try Tumblr posts

[jamtamart]

sketch

[aw-tysm]

As an autistic that can't 'read' people. That can't always pick up on things like flirting, aggression, sarcasm, anger, etc.. That doesn't often know when a situation might be a 'bad' situation. Or if a person might be a 'bad' person or give off 'bad' vibes.

I sure did learn to always expect the worst of anything and everything in compensation for my deficits.

[vintageshanny]

A Legacy so Grand

So I was going to just repost my poem from last year and then sort of avoid Tumblr today because…emotions, but I guess some more love needed to come out. And I’m glad to have people who understand why today can be so emotional. ❤️

I’ve been a jumbled mess of emotions today

Loving that you were here, feeling sad that you couldn’t stay

I’m sorry that you had to give so much, make the biggest sacrifice

But I’m grateful for all the light and beauty you’ve brought into my life

I don’t want to dwell today on the suffering and pain

But instead the music and laughter that have imprinted on my brain

What an incredible thing to leave a legacy so grand

That you hold millions of hearts in the palm of your hand

And I hand mine to you gladly to keep in your tender touch

So you never have to question that I love you so much

Poetry tag list: @lookingforrainbows @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @arrolyn1114 @elvisalltheway101 @xanatenshi @jhoneybees @atleastpleasetelephone

[realbeefman]

tried to channel my inner gregory house and suavely and impressively dry swallow a pill in front of a hot girl but i ended up choking on it and she had to give me the heimlich. this is how i imagine chase would try to flirt with foreman.

[kebriones]

When you see horrible misinformation on something you know a lot about online and you have to clench several muscles in your body and just move on because you shouldn't be correcting random people unsolicited.

[underfan26]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD!!!

Yes, it *is* Gwendoline Christie's birthday, so you all say 'happy birthday' to her, ok?!

I'm not normal about this woman, but I'm free

Here's a little thing I made for her birthday 🎈🎂

[feathersinthesun]

stare into his eyes

memorise his face

so i dont forget it again

[mlp-natural-2]

John Horse Posting

Ideally John and Castiel would try to get along but in the way two insane people do and they just sit quietly in the same room drinking beer or whiskey like ‘yeah Im making a good impression’

[apple-juice-boxes]

So, I finished in stars and time and I'm so normal about it

[nifflercave]

Daybreak

There is something peaceful about early mornings

[dunmeshistash]

Hello, anon that sent you the ask about Kabru’s eyes again. That other anon is correct, I send you a lot of anons about many things, especially niche stuff that has nothing to do with actual characterization. It’s mostly just because I’m shy, but I like to think it adds to my mystique.

That's why I have anons on tbf! I'm also shy Feel free to keep asking, and I'll answer when I can ✌️

[marthawrites]

Starting Tuesday night, through the night, and into the morning a little bit, I was super fucking sick. Praying to the old gods and the new that it was food poisoning and not anything more serious because Google is scary. Stayed home yesterday and all I did was sleep. Agh. I'm feeling slightly more alive today. Very sore though 😩 I'm slowly catching up with things here! Hoping to get to read a few fics before Sunday also!

[echo-goes-mmm]

Old Friends #4

Masterpost

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Note: Charlie, the doctor, uses they/them pronouns.

Warnings: implied past starvation, violence

Laith picked at the food on the tray. He’d been stuck in the complex for a week, and there was no end in sight.

Techmaster had wheeled in a tv and dvd player a while ago, but Laith had already exhausted the stack of movies and there was only so much on Netflix he was interested in.

Currently, The Two Towers (extended edition) was humming along on the screen as he pushed around the potatoes on his plate.

He wasn’t hungry, but he should probably eat anyway. The doctor, Charlie, had told him he was nearly fifteen pounds underweight.

Nightclaw had always been stingy with food.

Laith scratched at the power dampener on his ankle. It was at an awkward place; he’d rather it be around his arm or something. But he wasn’t going to ask.

The other restraints had been removed, but Guardian didn’t want him using his powers to slip away. 

Begrudgingly, Laith could see how it made sense. He had information; they weren’t going to let him go. 

He ate another forkful of potatoes. At least the food was okay.

___________________

Theo sat back in his chair, twirling a pen. He was barely watching the upload progress on the computer; it had been three days and it was still stuck at 68% progress.

He hated the waiting game. He’d run out of things to tinker with, his desk a mess of screwdrivers, wrenches, and a bolt cutter.

He didn’t feel like working on his big projects either.

Theo stared up at the high ceiling. Mateo wasn’t taking care of the cobwebs like he said he would.

The computer beeped, so suddenly he nearly fell out of his chair.

He righted himself. The progress bar shuddered forward in a lurch, and there it was.

Nightclaw’s entire server system, available right at his fingertips. Theo settled his hands on the keyboard.

Where to start?

___________________

Nightclaw’s filing system was clean and organized, which made it easy to navigate. But the sheer volume of notes and documents was overwhelming.

Power dampeners, power, p, p, p…

Power dampener was not under ‘P’. Or ‘d’. Or even ‘w’ for world domination. Not that Nightclaw had a folder named ‘world domination’.

What was under ‘P’ was ‘Pictures, Laith’. The tiny pixelated icons were splashed with red and pale peach dots, blood on skin.

Theo hovered over the icon of an image, hesitating. 

He clicked the back button. Laith didn’t need more invasions of privacy.

___________________

Theo had thought about worst case scenarios when Beatrice told him Nightclaw was experimenting with power dampeners, but his imagination apparently had nothing on the supervillain’s. 

He scanned the blueprints. 

From what he could tell, one of the designs was explosive, throwable dampeners. When they hit a target, the dampender exploded, covering the victim in a fine powder that stopped their abilities.

Temporary, but enough that Nightclaw could kill or capture whoever he wanted.

The other design was a much nastier version of Laith’s shock collar. There was no lock, designed to be soldered onto the neck. Tiny, needle-like spikes poked towards the flesh of the wearer. The metal had been switched out for a sturdier alloy.

He zoomed in one of the lines of notes, but the screen went black.

White text appeared on the screen.

Catch me if you can, before Clarksville gets leveled. Two hours. XOXO

___________________

Laith caught them just before they left.

“It’s a trap,” he warned. “He’ll kill you.”

“He’s tried before,” shrugged Beatrice, “and hasn’t managed it.”

“Yet,” muttered Laith.

Theo pulled on his kevlar. “We’ll be fine,” he said, but this time he was unsure. Those dampeners looked flawless. It was only a matter of how long they could dodge.

“Be back soon,” winked Mateo, scooping up Theo and climbing up into the sky.

___________________

“Come on,” said Charlie, “we’ll watch on the computer.”

They led Laith over to the massive desk, pulling up the feed of Clarksville news cameras.

Laith never understood the fascination of watching superpowered people thrash each other. He looked away from the screen, his eyes falling on the bolt cutters and wrenches on the table.

Charlie pulled up a tab of another news station, and then another, until they could see the fight from four different angles.

Laith looked up.

It was going well, it seemed. Three on one, until a boom sounded in the distance. From the shake of the cameras, it must have been a huge blast.

Guardian zoomed off to save lives, and it was just Warrior and Techmaster dodging Nightclaw’s weapons.

Laith watched the blurs on the screen move. He bit his nails in worry.

Nightclaw threw a- a something at Warrior, and this time she wasn’t fast enough.

She went down, cratering towards the earth.

Techmaster shot a grapple towards a skyscraper, intercepting her fall. Laith let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

But with Warrior down, and Guardian busy with yet another bomb going off, Techmaster was alone.

Nightclaw advanced on him, twirling his blade. 

Laith knew the specific stalk of the supervillain. He was aiming to kill.

Laith snatched the bolt cutters off the desk, severed his dampener, and left for Clarksville, Charlie’s shouting still in his ears.

___________________

Laith stumbled out of the shadow. The air smelled of smoke, and there was screaming in the distance.

He was on the right street, certainly. In fact, he’d landed exactly between Nightclaw and Techmaster.

What was he thinking?

Nightclaw stared at him, dumbfounded, before his face curled into a sick twisted smile.

“Aw, here to join the fun, darling?”

Laith scrambled to his feet.

“Get out of here!” shouted Techmaster behind him.

Nightclaw flexed his grip on the blade, a horribly familiar gesture that made him want to run.

He didn’t have the energy to teleport away, using all his juice to get there in the first place.

Nightclaw made a single step forward, and Laith turned and bolted.

___________________

“Bea, come on,” he muttered, shaking her by the shoulders. He managed to get off most of the powder that downed her in the precious few moments Laith had bought them, but those moments were almost up.

He didn’t want to find Laith dead on the pavement, but the more he waited for Beatrice, the more likely that would be.

She groaned, still groggy.

He couldn’t wait for her any longer.

Theo grappled into the skyline, scanning as he vaulted across the rooftops.

The streets were empty, but the smog still made it hard to see.

But then, he saw a blurry figure on the ground.

He ziplined down.

___________________

Nightclaw’s fist dripped with blood, but he didn’t stop hitting Laith until Theo tackled him.

Nightclaw shouted in surprise as they rolled on the ground. He shoved him away with his super strength, and narrowed his eyes at Theo’s interference.

A chill ran up his spine at the expression of hatred on Nightclaw’s face, wholly different from the detached “my-toy-is-no-longer-amusing” demeanor he was used to.

Laith pushed himself up to his knees. “Don’t, Master,” he whimpered, tugging at Nightclaw’s cloak.

Nightclaw kicked at his hand, stomping it into the ground. Laith cried out, and Theo watched in horror as Nightclaw’s boot heel twisted into his hand.

Theo took a step back as Nightclaw stepped forward. He tripped on a pothole, falling backwards to the ground, and Nightclaw took a blade from his side.

Theo’s heart pounded in his chest. He knew what to do, logically, but fear prevented him from reaching into his belt for a weapon.

Nightclaw made another step forward, raising his dagger.

Laith leapt up from the pavement, slamming into Nightclaw. He wrapped his arms around the supervillain’s neck, and they were swallowed up in shadow.

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[setzeri]

do you base the guns in Lotta Svärd on real ones that existed at the time? I was wondering, especially considering that one pose sheet you did with the rifles.

But of course. Outside of the few exceptions like the Lahti L-35 handgun seen in chapter 14, the most common weapon you see in the comic is the M/27 rifle, a modified Mosin Nagant for Finnish use.

[danikatze]

Despite not having posted on bluesky for a bit, I got bunch of notes and followers there all of a sudden? Apparently something happened on twitter again lol.

🔹🔷Anyway, I'm danikatze on there as well if you're looking for a twitter alternative :)) 🔷🔹

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