#don't tell anybody please

[vraehan]

it’s 2022 and fenhawke still inhabits 89% of my smooth brain

(P.S. based on this post)

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[marsh-snail]

~trauma buddies~

based on this meme

[iwasbored777]

GUYS WHAT THE FUK I'M SHAKING HERE PLEASE TELL ME IF I'M HALLUCINATING IT WAS SO LATE LAST NIGHT WHEN I SAW THIS AND I SOMETIMES MAKE A MISTAKE BUT IS THAT THE CERTAIN SOMEONE IN TSW SHORT FILM OR DID I LOSE MY MIND AND I'M SEEING THINGS

WHEN YOU GET A CLOSER LOOK AT THAT DRAWING I THINK I KNOW WHO THAT IS I'M BEGGING YOU TELL ME DO YOU SEE IT TOO OR AM I GOING CRAZY AT THIS POINT 😭

[stormy-nights-are-best]

Had an arts assignment to illustrate a children's book of our choice and of COURSE I chose Moominvalley. It was super fun obviously-- it was hard to convert the text into PT-Portuguese though (I understand the language well enough, but speaking and writing? Impossible.),,

Here are some better-quality lower-saturation close-ups, and then how the illustrations and cover look with text ↓

[angeart]

the promised hhau confession rp/fic

this got a bit out of hand. as per usual.

here's 21k words of raw rp between me and link about these idiots. <3 spoiler alert: they have Feelings. they're also very gay for each other.

[totally-italy]

Updates to my blog (and more random gimmicks, I guess)

Firstly, I swear I have never made as many original posts in one day (we are at three and counting), but let us excuse it with the consideration that I have not been on Tumblr in a couple of days (and haven't had proper access to Tumblr since early July). Also, due to my intermittent (who am I kidding? It is ever continuing,at this point) crisis about whether or not I am neurodivergent, with the likelihood being a rather certain yes, I have given in to the ADHD urge of using parentheses (y'all won't be able to stop me I used to use strike-through a lot, so now expect even more chaos, what with the combination of both).

Secondly, about half an hour ago, I created two new gimmicks or side-blogs, in the form of @just-a-teenager-talking-politics, where I will mainly be talking about politics and giving a brief introduction to various political ideologies as I see fit (please remember though that I am a literal teenager, ergo not a politician or expert in the slightest) and @just-a-wannabe-author, where you can expect to see me reblogging interesting information and facts that could be important for a novel. For the moment, they are both empty due to a general lack of time and intermittent access to a computer (I have tried to log onto Tumblr with my phone, despite screentime, but it literally does not work I blame parent controls and that app's mysterious workings on my phone).

Anyway, I just wanted to apologise for those blogs' current emptiness and I also wanted to advertise them a little bit (sorry, I think) because I would really like to receive more asks in the future, particularly on the politics one (can y'all tell that I have been having a slightly major politics phase since a bit before the General Elections in the UK?). Also, if possible, I wanted to ask if any of you (no pressure, obviously) could possibly send some potential profile pictures for both of those blogs, as well as for @absolutely-the-gimmick-law-maker.

[themarsbar]

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[eepzie]

james somerton was probably the first openly gay content creator i watched and was a huge part in helping me be comfortable with my sexuality.

BUT. he also reinforced some misogynist views i had that lingered from my Self Hating Woman era. honestly, the "queer women have it is easier" rhetoric is still something i'm dealing with. i have a lot of trauma because i am a queer woman. i've been repressing it because subconsciously because i didn't believe that it's all that bad and that other people had it worse.

(probably also bc i'm Bisexual and the situation is similar there, although i'm pretty sure that's not Somerton's doing)

it's been a while since i've watched him, and i was surprised to see him in hbomberguy's video. after watching it, the signs (misogyny) were all there and i'm sad i didn't see it sooner.

to clarify, i'm not disappointed in myself for ever liking his videos. i'm sad that the queer, teenaged girl version of me was subjected to misogyny wrapped in a queer, bite-sized package. in fact, i thought that attitude was NORMAL in queer spaces. i thought i fucking deserved it.

anyway, thank you hbomberguy. your video slays. we love bisexuals.

[theboarsbride]

Finally had my sister over to watch The Terror‼️🗣🐻‍❄️ at long last‼️

(We've headcanoned that Sir John would be a scrapbooking girlie with a high quality Cricut machine, very organized sticker book and stamp collections, is very particular about color-coding and themes with his pages, whilst his desk has a World's Best Boss mug filled with coffee that's more creamer than coffee, and he gets cranky when scrapbooking time is interrupted like the menopausal wife he is.)

(Also Goodsir is the sister's pookie...she is a Goodsir girlie, saying, "I'd yap with him all day long.🥺)

[shalom-iamcominghome]

As much as I appreciate and admire my family's religion because it brings them comfort and strength, there really isn't anything else like being told to youtube search for videos about atheists going to hell and then coming back to life, and knowing that, functionally, you are the same as an atheist because you aren't xtian to them. Like!!! Being told inadvertently and in a roundabout way that I'm going to hell by my dad is very odd, and the only thing to say in his defense is I have never delved into my religious beliefs and practices at all once. I'm just in awe about the idea of hell frankly

[leprosycock]

don't tell anybody i said this but i miss j*rma so bad it feels like a festering wound

[soul-from-another-era]

Do you have a crush on anyone here?

Nahh not on tumblr.

But there is someone in my real life who's caught my eye 💗🙃

[myheartisworstkindofweapon]

Hpd/bpd together fucking sucks, I'll feel undesirable or like I'm not the pinnacle of my One Person's attention and it ruins me from the inside out, Category 5 Breakdown, simultaneously suicidal and thinking of ripping him to pieces just because I don't feel like he actually wants me like come on calm down and then you wind up coping by going into a weird other episode where you go "These people are beneath you so you shouldn't give fuck, they're Stupid for not liking you as much as you like them" and then you go around Again-

[rockingrobin69]

Journey

It was quarter to six, and the flickering electric board announced nothing but ‘further delays’. The four-twenty service was still up there. Very fucking helpful. Draco sighed, bit his lips shut, and did not look to the bench on his left.

The platform was packed. And airless. And so bleeding hot, he was sweltering in his jacket. What would be more embarrassing: taking it off now, revealing the wet spots on the button-up underneath, or stewing to death? Draco didn’t look to the left. And didn’t release his lips.

There were worse ways to die, he decided, jacket staying on. And more important matters to worry about. He was famished, and his hair was frizzing, and no train was on the horizon. Draco knew a thing or two about waiting, about stewing and spitting and burning, about holding out for something that was never going to happen. The very reason he kept his mouth shut, kept his eyes strictly on the wall ahead, refused to indulge in this. Because it was useless, because it meant nothing.

Still… something caught his eye, a glimmer. Could it be that the train—no, just someone’s mobile. And the bench, in all its benchly glory. With the man who… wasn’t there.

Oh. He wasn’t there. Draco was just being silly, then. Won’t be the first time.

Shoulders slumped, sticky shirt and heavy jacket, he leaned back against the wall and practiced breathing. Should be fairly simple. It’s in, right, then out, and Potter wasn’t there, Potter wasn’t there.

Why did relief feel like this? Jagged in his throat? It should be light, and sweet, Draco imagined. Only imagined, wasn’t exactly accustomed to the whole thing. Up on the electric board the notice disappeared, but the four-twenty service remained.

“Hot in here,” a voice said beside him, someone joining him at the wall. If Draco wasn’t so busy telling himself he’s ever-so relieved, he’d have known it was Potter. In a t-shirt, no jacket or anything, with those arms and that smile and those arms. And the eyes. Looking at him. Always looking.

“What…” Draco realised he should say something. Had absolutely no idea what. “Awfully, erm. Rainy. Outside.”

“Sure is.” Potter turned to face him, hand splayed against the wall. “How was it today? Felpps piss you off again?”

“Of course he did,” Draco spat before he could stop himself, before he could think better. “He’s Felpps. Always… pissing everybody off.”

“Yeah. What a tosser.” Why did he have to be so perfectly civil, with that smile, lopsided and curved so deep it bothered Draco. Made him itch. Startled him into speaking.

“And you, with your… what’s her face. The new one, the one you’re training. Going well?”

“Meh. The training takes just about forever. Have to be patient, which we all know isn’t my strong suit. But it’s getting somewhere, I think. Yeah.”

Such a serious look on his face, then the sigh. Potter reached into his pocket and pulled out two chocolate bars, holding one out.

“For you,” he said, nonsensically. Draco didn’t move. “You must be peckish. You’d usually have your tea by now.”

His cheeks flushed with indignation. “I only told you that because—oh, shut up.” How terribly rude of Potter, to remember the things Draco tells him offhandedly. To make him think… nothing, it meant nothing. This was never going to happen.

“C’mon, take it. Your favourite, right? They still sell it in the corner shop by my place.”

Draco was stunned enough to obey, taking the half-melted bar from Potter’s warm, sticky fingers. “I thought they discontinued these. Too much sugar or some tosh, meant to be bad for you.”

“Think we can handle a little bad.” Potter never offered much in the way of explanation. Just shrugged a shoulder, looked up at him with those eyes. “Hey, so, tomorrow I’ll be leaving a bit later. Might try to catch the train at half-five.”

“All right,” Draco said. Took a bite.

“So, just, don’t be alarmed if you don’t see me here.”

He rolled his eyes, turned to face Potter with a huff. “Let me assure you, I’m never concerned with your whereabouts.”

“’Course. Why would you be.” Potter’s head lolled against the wall, that big lopsided line on his face widening. “I’ll see you the day after, then. Same time. With further supply of your chocolates.”

“Promises, promises,” Draco started, but it got lost in the whoosh coming from the tunnel. Their train, the one that was never going to arrive, it was here. Draco didn’t take that as a symbol, wasn’t going to lose his mind over it. He won’t see Potter tomorrow, but he might see him the next day. Perhaps with some chocolates. It meant nothing.

Was still a little sweet, though.

 A little end-of-the-year present for my dear @short666bread. Friend, you’ve graced us this year with your brilliant art, your brilliant mind, and your brilliant heart. From cocoons into butterflies, you take us on a journey with every single piece, let us bask in it, transform. I admire you so much. Thank you for all your gifts. 

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

yeah it's shitty to hate on special diets/strict dietary needs and restrictions btw no matter what always.