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inspired-aspiring-artist · 3 months ago
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i think you are so cool!!! A good artist and a nice person. i am not good at saying what I think of people but you’re a cool moot!!!
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Thank you anon! I really needed to hear that this week
Star plushie for you! I really appreciate it!
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toshio · 8 months ago
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You’re gonna get someone seriously hurt by pushing this idea that you got that chest from pushups alone when the reality is that you’re clearly editing your photos. I’ve been working in fitness since 2016 and I know those results aren’t possible and the overall composition of your body doesn’t add up for what you’re saying you’re doing. It’s concerning that so many people are trying to mimic what you’re doing to achieve those “results” when it’s goin to damage their body in the long term
HUUUH LMFAOOOOO…?!?
editing my photos? okay i’ll admit the only thing i do is abuse the lighting and angles in my room. do you really think i have time to go on photoshop and edit my photos? that would get extremely tiring. don’t you think i would have given myself six pack abs or something if i were to edit my photos? i don’t even put a filter on my photos. this is just crazy. the fact that you confidently sent this on anonymous as if you think you’ve cracked the code or something is insane. 😭
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woodworkzz · 4 months ago
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Bites you
AH !
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What was that for???
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xycuro-illuminati · 8 months ago
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oh so you like the ghost effect so theres still a danny phantom fan in you after all this time
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budpuppy · 1 year ago
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I think you need mental help and not drugs. Best wishes. Live laugh love.
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dragonskxn · 2 months ago
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Hey, just a PSA: don't come into my inbox on anon making baseless accusations about people with zero evidence and trying to dictate who I follow!
That's rude af and not my vibe here on this blog! I literally have it stated in my rules that my blog is drama free, so don't go stirring the pot trying to start some.
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pcbbles · 7 months ago
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// you write a murderer on your other blog but you draw the line at cartoon demons??
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caterpillarinacave · 1 month ago
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You gather your nerves a moment, which is fair, strange doors have not been so innocuous for you as of late, then creep up to the establishment and push open the door, it gives easily and quietly you slip in, behind the door is small hallway with thick curtains you brush aside, you're looking at a small illuminated room that you would guess is the entrance to the museum, but there's no one manning the front, you call out and knock on the desk yet no answer, you've already come this far so you go further in.
At first it's just pictures on the walls in moderately open spaced windowless rooms, the pictures themselves are interesting, supposed creatures sighted, this places versions of UFO's and Bigfoot's, but also nothing you haven't flipped past in the books you've been searching, the next room is the same and you're beginning to feel the weight of your trespassing misconduct the longer you linger, the museum seems to be set up in a circle so if you keep going forward you should end up back at the front so you move on, the next room has a large curtained off display that takes up most of the back wall, your curiosity piqued you move to pull aside the curtain, the fabric is soft and slides beneath your fingers, you raise it just enough to see a picture on the wall of a strange landscape, short blue and grey plants and a dusty pink sky, in the picture is a smiling man holding a book and looking passed the camera, on his jacket dangles a white key...
"May I ask for an explanation?! Our door is closed for the night hours."
You drop the curtain and turn to find an older gentleman looking at you from across the room, he seems irritated and mildly alarmed, you hurriedly apologize and explain the door was open and rush to ask about the display behind the curtain, he is not impressed with your questions and asks that you leave, realizing your unfortunate situation you acquiesce and ask for the hours you can visit instead, he gives you a time and pointedly tells you the cost of the entrance fee as well, you head back to your friends place, your heart in your throat, this is the closest you've been to figuring out what to do next in almost a week, the itchy paranoia of last worlds government catching you shadowing your every move.
You reach your friends place, they're still out probably picking up dinner, you are still caught off guard at times by how similar this place is to your world, sure their versions of things are a little odd, the tv is circular, doorframes rounded out, other little oddities, it's all so similar though you may as well just be in another country maybe, with a strange accent.
You decide to take this moment to add to your journal and look over your things, while you did a quick inventory check when you first got here you haven't checked the items themselves until now.
Your walkie crackles when you flip it on, same as ever.
Your phone remains serviceless but fills its charge when you turn it on and off. Interestingly you notice it trying to pick up a wifi signal and when you check there seem to be a couple networks nearby, locked though.
The funnel still amplifies the noises around you and you hear the neighbors discussing something on the tv next door as clearly as if they were speaking to you. When you look through the funnel you don't notice anything. You hold it back up to your ear listening to all the different things around you and pull out the spinning top, as soon as the top hits the table the noise disappears, confused you look at the funnel and then listen again, but no noise, the top falls over and the noise returns. Strange.
The berries taste fresh and make you feel better, but you are running low even though you resupplied a bit before leaving.
The dog tags seem unchanged and your key and whistle seem the same as ever.
When your friend gets back you ask about the wifi, they call it something else, but once you parse it out they help you set it up. Your phone can now access their version of the internet so your friend shows you a program to message them just in case. They also give you a device to keep in your pocket that connects you to the wifi wherever you go, so you can contact them while you're out and about. You tell them about the museum you saw earlier, how you think it may be a lead, and the old man running the place. They seem excited for you and make plans to join you tomorrow to go see it.
You go to bed that night thinking of your plans for the morning and turn over the strange dreams or images you remember from when you passed through the door. You slip off into an uneasy sleep, gold threads weave from dream to dream until you stand before an open doorway of light, something about this doorway is wrong though, you can feel it, you reach out to touch, the crackles of energy electrifying the air...someone reaches out and stops you, you can't see their face but you hear them as if through water. You can almost make out the words...you know they're speaking to you, you just can't hear it well enough.
You turn to them, but you still can't see anything but their lips, it looks like their telling you to stop...to go...you can't make it out.
"...op...ea...G...ome!"
With that last echoing and indecipherable shout you awaken to the dark room, the walkie crackling from where you left it.
"S....l....o...h..." You fumble with it a second but the sounds die out no longer sounding like anything but static again. You don't end up sleeping much after that.
The next day you both head out to go to the museum. You take a minor detour to check the Door, but when you get close you see the alley has been blocked off, you notice some people from the last dimension around, their odd features sticking out to you but hidden away to fit in with the locals.
You cross the street with your friend and try to stay inconspicuous. Probably best stay away from here going forward.
You guys make it to the museum and head inside where the old man from last night mans the desk, your friend pays for the tickets and he hands them to you along with a pamphlet.
You don't bother looking at all the things you saw last night, your friend follows though obviously intrigued by the pictures. You reach the curtained wall and pull back the fabric, but find there's nothing there, dusty spots frames may have hung and empty tables where things had obviously been displayed are all that's left.
In shock you stand confused, your friend catches up and looks behind the curtain curious, you explain it's all gone, they seem befuddled as well. Obviously the content behind the curtain has been moved but it can't be far right? Maybe it's just in the back. Either way, it feels like someone is hiding something from you. You notice a door leading to the back that's for employee's.
Do you go through the door?
yes
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sysig · 10 months ago
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How fucked up would it be if gaster and the dreamers had a genuinely really good relationship in fell! Handplates but then shit hit the fan they turned cruel? Especially if gaster had an abusive family life before, I know from experience that if you were in a shit situation with abusive people, manage to leave and find new people only for them to turn just as bad as the last, it really fucks you up and can often make you feel like you’re at fault.
Sorry about the kinda dark question but I enjoy a bit of angst
Nothing wrong with a bit of angst lol
While I do prefer the Fell-from-the-start interpretation, I can see the appeal of torturing Gaster having the Fell be more of a Thing That Happens - an expression of persisting grief that the Dreemurrs can't pull themselves out of, and eventually grow into the shape of, and that feeling radiating out of them to the rest of the Underground like poison. How desperate Gaster would be to return to Before, and blaming himself because if he'd just been Better, maybe he could have saved them. Throwing his all into "fixing" them, to reclaim what's been lost
It's an interesting thought :)
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widevibratobitch · 1 month ago
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Hi! It's me, the rant anon again. I wanted to ask about two things:
1. What was the drama with opera bracket? I've only heard legends but nothing certain.
2. Who is your favourite living opera singer? And what do you think of Diana Damrau, Rolando Villazon and Dimitri Chrostovsky?
Sorry if I'm bothering you with questions. Love, S
hiiiiii anon dear <3
1. WELL. long story short: basically it was just an innocent poll contest that got a little heated and split operablr in two. some people "took it too seriously", some not seriously enough perhaps, which resulted in a wild vagueposting storm from both sides, some blocks, some frankly hilarious memes, and finally ended with a beautiful callout post (happy anniversary btw, it was exactly one year ago <3) and the most mediocre opera of all time ultimately winning.
2. now that is a complicated question since there are opera singers nowadays whom i have a lot of very indulgent fondness for even though i personally think they don't sing that well at all (some of them genuinely sing Very Badly lol). there are also some that actually sing quite well but i just cannot fucking stand them alas.
from the ones who are alive and still active, I'd say Saioa Hernandez is worth checking out, god knows she has her issues, she's been becoming more and more wobbly these last few years and just lacks the idk. grace? in her singing but damn is she loud + i don't know of any other soprano (OR mezzo for that matter) who uses her chest voice this freely and audaciously in the very old school fashion that's been steadily disappearing since about mid 20th century to the point where it's near nonexistent nowadays (and I'm a bit of a chest voice fanatic fyi). to me she's akin to Alessandro Moreschi aka the last and only castrato we actually have a (wax cylinder actually, ha!) recording of - basically, you can tell the technique and execution is not quite it, but with their singing we at least get the idea of what it Could have sounded like.
Damrau - absolute fucking wreck of a singer, im sorry but she's a disaster. i get physically tired just listening to her. totally inaudible live too. i do enjoy her totally over the top acting sometimes tho lol
Villazon is I'd say somewhat self explanatory. He completely ruined whatever voice he had and is now singing as a baritone if i recall correctly? Good technique doesn't do that to a singer. Don't hate him tho, he seems like a very sillygoofy dude and i remember him being somewhat entertaining.
Hvorostovsky, ah yes, certified operablr sexyman. He started out really, really good and kept like that for a while, went downhill from there but I do acknowledge his severe health problems. I get where people obsessed with him are coming from and I have a lot of respect for him. he just never quite did it for me, we never really vibed, sorry. Definitely a solid artist tho.
so. definitely not bothering me! quite the opposite actually! i love talking into the void about things im passionate about and sorry if i sound like a pretentious big-headed cunt, that's probably because i am just that, peace and love <3 totally seriously tho, thank you for asking!
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spaciebabie · 11 months ago
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Computer, show me spaciebabie x reader fanfics
Computer
Computer are you there?
Computer please
hi im computer
youre not getting that.
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dndbidisaster · 5 months ago
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Sometimes when i can't focus at work and it's close to the end of my hours, i listen to slutty audios at a really low volume. somehow this helps me focus (and also gets me hard and restless)
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atomicpowered · 5 months ago
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archiveofourown.org/works/14761617/chapters/34135554
this one?
Yes? That's me!!
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campercabeth · 10 months ago
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Time travel!Percabeth AU for funzies
On August 18, 2009, Annabeth and Percy Jackson were cursed to go back in time and live forever in the worst moments of history.
On August 18, 2009 Sally Jackson was told that her little boy was never coming home. She was told that he was cursed to travel through time forever. Despite this, Sally would occasionally find messages, yellowed papers or the occasional strange email sent in 1983. She was certain that these were somehow from Percy.
Percy and Annabeth’s tapestries were intertwined when Kronos cursed them to travel through time forever. The fates combined their histories and futures into one.
Percy and Annabeth travel through time for hundreds of years. They became known as the tragic lovers in ancient greece. Aphrodite’s children worship their story.
Plato’s soulmate theory was based on them. He saw how they worked almost fluidly as if they were one person (hundreds of years with no one but each other can do that) and theorized that they once were one person but Zeus had split them in half to keep them from being too powerful.
In modern times they’re thought of as a hoax, a far stretched conspiracy. Everyone thinks that these two kids are photoshopped into photos from historic time periods. There’s no way the same girl and boy were in the civil war AND world war 2.
The gods knew what was going to happen to them. They didn’t know how it would come about and they didn’t know exactly when but when Annabeth Chase and Perseus Jackson went on their first quest together they knew that these were the heroes that would become known for a millennia to come.
.... @hermesmyplatonicbeloved IS THIS YOU?????? I'm over here sobbing. This is evil. Mad. Insane. (I love it).
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potter-inthe-tardis · 8 months ago
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..... what does it mean you were literally born on the cob
Oh I was just trying to make a joke!
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snickerdoodlles · 8 months ago
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hi I'm the anon that hates the kinn is a cheater trope lol
you're so lucky to have not come across fics like that bcs I unfortunately have. thank god I didn't read it but I saw the summary and it already made my blood boil cause our lovesick puppy kinn WILL NEVER DO THAT. And tbh, i feel people who write kinn as a cheater just doesn't understand his character AT ALL and just sorry, plain lazy writing, and just use the cheating trope as an excuse make their fics "interesting" or "exciting"
sorry for this 2nd entry I'm passionate about this and I hate when they make kinn some cheating asshole when he isnt!! he has TONS of issues but surely cheating is not.
oki promise I'm done lol 🤸‍♀️
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😂❤ lol no worries, you're good anon.
like. i don't want to just straight up complain about the concept? ultimately, cheating Kinn isn't for me and i'm going to scroll past it. but there's all sorts of reasons for why people might be drawn to those types of stories and fic is ultimately more about using characters like barbies. i do agree with you in that it's not a characterization/action i see in Kinn's character and it's not a type of story drama i'm drawn to in general, so i'm personally going to mute or exclude tags. but people are going to play with characters in every way and that's the cool thing about fandom, and i'm happy they're having fun in their corner while i stick to mine 👍
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