#fixed pinned post

[tmnt2k12defender]

Up late, so I'm fixing my pinned post. So, yeah. By now, you know my name’s Josie. I’m 32 & a Gemini. I am SHIP & LET SHIP. Anti’s dni, thank you very much. If you even go so far as to bring race into fandoms enjoyment & such, PLEASE. Stay the hell away from my blog. For the love of all things fun & go touch some grass. -___-;;;

Getting rid of the byf cause I'm hardly on the dashboard as it is on the personal. But if you've followed me before, you know my likes & dislikes. ❤️ I am a PROUD TCEST Stan. If that bothers you, unfollow & block me now. Because as of now & so on, I really don't give a fuck what anti's think. My interests have revolved back into the tmnt zone. Though I still love Total Drama. 

My F/O's:

Leonardo ( 2k3/2k12/2k7 <3 )

Splinter ( 2k12 - heart eyes mf <3 )

Noah

Favored ships I support: ( long list below the cut! <3 )

TMNT franchise:

LeoRaph ( all verses )

LeoMikey ( all verses )

LeoDon ( all verses )

2k12 Leo/2k7 Leo

RaphDon ( all verses )

Leonardo/Oroku Saki ( 2k12 verse only for a reason. #1 hateship<3 )

LeoApril

LeoKarai

DarkLeo/Leo

Rise Donnie/ 2k12 Donnie

Rise Donnie/ 2k12 Raphael

ANY Dark turtles/turtles ( can even be from the other verses<3 )

Leonardo/Bishop

Donatello/Bishop

Dark Donatello/Bishop

Irma/Donatello

Irma/Casey

Raphael/Slash

Raphael/Mona Lisa

Leonardo/TigerClaw

Leonardo/Usagi

Leonardo/Karai

April/Bishop

April/Casey

April/Raphael

Keno/Raphael

Keno/Michelangelo

Total Drama franchise:

NOCO stan. Not Nemma, but NOCO.<3 Noco, AleNoah, you get me.

Heairra ( Heather/Sierra )

DJ/Katie

Geoff/Gwen ( f-u they have more chemistry & more healthy than Geoff/Bridgette tbh. )

[greyias]

Oh look, it seems everyone has been opted into the unfortunate "experiment" now. For everyone who has been blissfully using the old UI up until now, welcome to hell :)

Do you not like hell? Do you want to leave and crawl back up into the sunlight of the old UI? Well, have I got a link for you! A beautiful tumblr user (who is not me) has gone and fixed things beautifully for you already: https://github.com/enchanted-sword/dashboard-unfucker

You will need to have Tampermonkey installed on your browser of choice, and once that's done, just go to the github link above, and peruse the readme to install. And voila! You have your old dash back!

The authors of XKit Rewritten said during the experiments that at the time, since this was an "experiment" they weren't going to implement anything to revert to the old UI (although who knows if they'll do it now). And the dashboard unfucker has worked beautifully enough for me to where I genuinely couldn't tell if they had ended the experiment or not.

[fixing-bad-posts]

This should go without saying but this blog is welcoming towards trans/non-binary mspec lesbians. It is fucking Simple as that.

[codecicle]

I made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgement, and I don’t expect to be forgiven. I’m simply here to apologize

Inspiration

[nnicknnelsonn]

he has his own too damn tight white shirts?

the shoelace makes me so happy 👟👀

<<< (4/11 appreciations) >>>

[amndees]

will be cosplaying saiki for halloween!! this will prob be the outfit i just drew the picture so u have an idea as to to what it’ll look like together ^^

[o-vishtay]

Hi, I used to have a blog called dittothezombie when I was a teen that primarily focused on The Walking Dead and other interests. I’m back now as an adult to exhale a bit and create special moments. There was a time in my life where I didn’t share much with anyone, so I’m just having fun doing it now - don’t mind me (selfies, vents, lil’ posts).

Feel free to message me, just please respect that I’m in a relationship. I just want to make good friends! Don’t be creepy. Age in bio please! MDNI 18+ only!

I reblog things I like and vibe with…

If you don’t like blood and gore, you might not want to follow, and that’s okay. I will still follow you because I like your stuff!

selfies ♡ socials ♡ plan z ♡ logs ♡ my lil life

Tap keep reading to learn more about me, if you'd like.

♡ ᗰᑌᔕIᑕ

My favorite genre of all time is nu metal and it’s kept me so grounded through a lot of bad times in my life. Korn is my favorite band, but I love so many that it’s really hard to choose.

I listen to a lot of other genres too - I post songs alongside many of my pictures/thoughts because I have a soundtrack for everything in my head.

♡ GᗩᗰIᑎG, ETᑕ.

Currently playing : Conan Exiles, Animal Crossing, GTA5 with my mom, and really trying to get into VRchat (failing).

I like a lot of little niche things and love designing things.

If you see me vent and I delete it later, sorry, I have a bad habit of doing that.

You don't care.

I now have a backup just in case.

Thank you for reading!

[hells-plaid-angel]

Dean had the lung capacity of a deep-sea diver. After years of holding his breath as he drove through tunnels, he'd honed the skill, only gasping for breath when the Impala's windshield broke through the darkness and into the light. The habit had formed as a child but lingered into adulthood as most childhood fantasies did.

As a boy, his father raised him on superstition. If you made a wish when the world was swallowed by blackness and you could hold your breath until the end of a tunnel, that wish would come true. Over the years he'd wished for a hundred stupid things. He'd wished his mother was still alive, that he lived a normal life or that a pretty girl would look his way. He'd wished his father had been the one who'd died in the fire. He wished he didn't feel that way.

Once Dean had blacked out in the backseat of the Impala when driving the I-90 through Boston. He'd come to with Sammy squealing like a stuck pig and John Winchester cursing like a sailor. For the next year, being in Massachusetts made him feel light-headed.

Kids and old men are similar in their love of rituals. Dean was no longer a child, but he wasn't ready to call himself an old man. The ritual had changed over the years, but at its heart, it was always the same.

Dean found his new ritual each night he woke from a nightmare. That night, he found himself in the bunker. The image of his hands covered in blood lingered in the darkness of the room. He held his breath wishing for the dream not to be true. He only breathed when he switched on the lights and found his hands clean. In his dreams, Cas was always dying.

The nightmares weren't helped by the fact that the angel had died, numerous times. His sleep-addled mind took time to sort fact from fiction. Had Cas come back this time?

Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that death didn't always stick. Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that the universe liked to make him suffer. Both statements were equally true.

In the nightmare, Cas had died in his arms. He'd awoken, held his breath, switched on the lights and choked out a breath, which sounded suspiciously like a sob. When the drowning feeling reseeded he found himself exiting his bedroom, searching for the object of his nightmares as a drowning man searches for land.

Dean would never admit to himself he was looking for Cas, but the knowledge was there. There were many things Dean knew but wasn't ready to admit.

Dean found the angel in the library of the bunker, absentmindedly flicking through ancient texts and Sam's collection of trashy fitness and lifestyle magazines indiscriminately. A heavy weight on his chest dissipated. Cas looked up at Dean's sharp inhale. He could breathe again.

"Hello, Dean," the angel greeted, as though he were late to some prearranged meeting.

"Morning, Cas," Dean spoke, for lack of a better topic of conversation. He collapsed into the seat beside Cas.

"It's currently 3:15 a.m. and the sun isn't scheduled to rise until 5:25."

"Thanks for the weather report, buddy," Dean griped. His tone lacked the usual exasperated edge he used when Cas said something that struck him as particularly alien, which was often.

"How are you, Dean? You seem... unmoored."

People in the twenty-first century didn't use words like 'unmoored'. Dean knew exactly what Cas wasn't saying. Dean seemed upset. If there was one thing Dean didn't cope well with, it was being anything less than 'fine'. They were experts in each other's pathology, which would always feel strange. Dean wasn't used to being known.

"Can we talk about something else?" Dean had been working on the concept of denial. However, avoidance was fair game.

"If I'm going to be staying here long term, I want to buy better magazines," Cas stated, tossing the magazine haphazardly. He'd been staying for longer than usual. Dean kept feeling like he was holding his breath, waiting for the angel to disappear.

"We can drive into town come morning. Need to clear my head anyway."

"You haven't been sleeping well," Cas observed, his eyes shifting their attention to Dean. The blue-grey eyes said more than his words. His eyes were an ocean to an inexperienced swimmer. Not everyone could read them. Dean could. There was something more to them. A strong rip beneath steady water. There was a storm raging beneath the surface.

"It's creepy that you've noticed that," Dean remarked.

"You haven't been very quiet."

Dean wondered how much Cas heard. Did he talk in his sleep? Did he call out Cas' name in the night? Had the angel heard the moments of weakness where Dean had let himself muffle sobs behind his hand?

"This isn't changing the subject."

"I've been changing the subject all week. Evidently, it's not working," Cas' voice was resolute.

He and Dean shared their stubbornness, which always led to unproductive stalemates. They were two bucks with their antlers interlocked, starving and trapped in their own idiocy.

"The thing about being human, Cas, is that things don't magically just get fixed because you want them to." Dean rebuked.

"I'm aware, but have you actually tried to fix it?"

They were fighting. Why were they fighting?

"Talking never really solved much in my line of work. You know that."

"Is this about work?" Cas questioned.

They hadn't had any difficult hunts in weeks. Cas knew it wasn't about the job. He wanted Dean to know he knew.

"It doesn't matter what it's about. That's not the point. You don't get it." Dean felt the truth pushing its way up to the surface.

"Then help me understand."

"The problem —." Dean began before he felt anger or frustration choke the words from him.

"The problem is you keep dying."

He'd expected Cas to baulk at the confession. Dean wasn't one for sharing fears or feelings. What he hadn't expected was the look of horror that settled on the angel's face.

Dean scowled and scrubbed at his cheek, quietly cursing himself when his palm pulled back wet. Over the years, he'd gotten good at crying quietly. He hated that he was able to hide it from himself. Men didn't cry. Dean didn't cry. It was a lie, not so much a superstition, but a fable. A story he told himself.

"Dean I — I didn't realise my death... affected you so much. I apologise for the oversight," Cas spoke slowly, as though deliberately choosing each word with care.

How the hell could Cas not know his death, every goddamn one, hurt Dean? Cas was family.

"Yeah, well, I pegged you for a lot of things, Cas. Stupid wasn't one of 'em. So just... Be careful. I'm going to bed," Dean mumbled, praying for a quick exit.

Cas grabbed Dean's arm as he passed, stilling him. Dean felt the restriction return to his throat. He held his breath. He wished Cas knew what he meant without having to say it out loud.

Neither man spoke. The silence stretched long and loud between them. Cas clung to Dean's arm like a dying man to a life raft. For his part, Dean was just trying to stay afloat. Slowly, almost imperceptibly so, Cas' palm slid down to hold Dean's hand. Dean let him, which was as good as a confession.

There would be no confessions. A confession implied guilt, something that Dean had in droves, but not about Cas. It wasn't a lie so much as it was a fable. If a story was told long enough it became history.

He and Cas were still in the dark, biding time between apocalypses. He wished that when they finally found themselves in brighter times, there would be no need for confessions.

[litgarchive]

This is a fully text-based archive of Love Island The Game Seasons 1 to 3 in an interactive fiction playable format made with ink and Atrament. 💕 Game is on itch.io. (Last updated on September 09, 2024.) 💕 Here is why this had to be done.

Mobile-friendly. Browser-playable. Saves progress locally on your browser. Has light, dark, and sepia mode. Can change font and font size.

There are still many missing variables. They will be marked (INCOMPLETE). If you choose them, you will be shown a partial scene or sent to the next scene.

💕 Check here what else may be missing from the records.

Everyone who has contributed references, most especially the LITG FF Discord. To everyone who has offered their support. techniX for Atrament.

💕 Full credits here.

Feel free to send comments, suggestions, content, or whatever through Tumblr (@litgarchive), Discord (@pine), or Email (litg@pine.onl).

As of September 09, 2024: Day 4 content has been included! You will have to restart your game due to save-breaking updates. 💕 Full status updates here.

[evillesbianvillain]

Rachele/Elia - 28 - he/him - italian - tme butch lesbian - gf - used to be criptochecca - art blog @siriureii

Communist, anti imperialist, anti Israel and pro Hamas, seguace di Tony da Milano

"The violence which governed the ordering of the colonial world will be vindicated and appropriated when, taking history into their own hands, the colonized swarm into the forbidden cities"

Operation Olive Branch

BL and souls games

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Hello! I'm minute, I go by she/her, and I post art and random thoughts and whatnot - most of it is centered around fnaf DCA, but sometimes we get some variety! I'm also really big on literature, history, and philosophy!

Some Links:

Artfight

AU masterlist

Doodle Request Rules:

Tags:

#minute doodles (for art)

#minute answers (for asks)

#minute rants (for random text posts)

#minute writes (for writing stuff) (we hardly ever use it though)

Asks are currently open for both questions and doodle requests-will close if I get anything that contradicts the rules below:

(Also, if you’re sending an ask, please be as direct as possible with how you ask your question! I have trouble parsing out meaning if it’s not directly stated!)

Blog Rules:

To be 100% clear, NO:

racism, sexism, queerphobia, extremism, Israel supporters, islamophobia, etc. Also, no sexual/ suggestive content or comments on here. (Seriously, do NOT interact at ALL if that kinda stuff is what’s on your blog, please and thank you.)

Ocs:

Pulsar

Loop de Loop

Bloo

Sideblogs:

@itsahotsecondafter - reblog sideblog cuz it's getting a little cluttered in here...

@showinthistomybro - personal sideblog for cool stuff I throw at my brother

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

would period cramps FIX parrotx2 or MAKE HIM WORSE 🗳️

[sparklermun]

Here we are at the end of another Pin Post Month! What a month it's been, sharing and discussing pin after pin in celebration of Wreck-it Ralph's theatrical release anniversary. With so many pins having interesting backgrounds, histories, and designs!

It's been fun sharing them once again, though things must unfortunately come to end. With the conclusion of the month of November we also must say adieu to the tenth annual Pin Post Month. Though also look forward to the future that is to be the eleventh Pin Post Month in 2025. Something I'm eager to start planning what with the new pins I've managed to get my hands on that weren't showcased this year. Unfortunately I can't show only new pins during these events anymore. I'd blow through my collection so fast!

Jokes aside, this year has been an exciting one for new releases what with a whole mystery collection released. Then the amazing jumbo pins created for this years D23. Makes me excited to see what new pins will come next year, and how they may be incorporated into the next Pin Post Month. Of course this event wouldn't be anything without the community, so I'd like to thank everyone who took part in it as well. Whether it be through reblogs, or comments about your own thoughts, discussion of ocs, or just a like. I looked forward to every interaction so much every night while at work or at home. Grinning as I read through discussion posts over the pins, as well as the fond memories shared film as well as the joy the film brought to the community it created. You all were amazing, literally the highlight of my night seeing how other people take joy in these pins as well. Pointing out things I didn't notice or didn't think to bring up in the post, while also occasionally making me view the pins from a different angle. I truly appreciate each and every one of those interactions, and a thank you for every thought shared about these posts.

Now I guess it's time to start wrapping things up, though I would like to know from anyone what their thoughts were about this month. As well as any ideas on how to improve future Pin Post Months. This year had been admittingly rough due to unforeseen events on my end, though it didn't damper on my excitement for some of these pins. Nor does it lower my enthusiasm to host this event again next year.

For now, I hope that you all have a wonderful evening as well as a fantastic holiday and a delightful new year. I'll see you all next year!

Sparklermun :)

[richesthermit]

Grian tumblr layouts! ❀ requested by @chewycharcoal rb/like if using & credit me + artists! ┈ art credits : 1. 2. 3.

[forget-me-maybe]

hello!

call me forget!

she/her or they/them

28 y/o • europe • chaotic good • swears too much

this is technically a personal blog it just so happens that simping is my personality

feel free to send an ask!!! and dear god i love tag games tag me in everything.

i'll probably join your discord server and proceed to not say a word.

i don’t really tag things in a proper order and most likely won’t change that (though if we’re mutuals and you need some trigger of phobia tagged, tell me and i’ll do my best).

the queue is on and untagged.

bg3 (which is what you’ll see the most of here)

writing

art

stardew valley

arcane

pixels (among them some very questionable pixels)

music

hot takes. cold takes. good take. bad takes.

nature

my ao3

#forget writes for shop talk and the occasional drabble

you keep showing up: raphael/f!tav. NSFW. WIP #tav: ester

look after me: rolan/f!tav. NSFW. WIP (sort of on hiatus right now)

a change of heart: aradin/f!tav. NSFW. WIP (a series of one shots that didn't want to stay one shots) #tav: blue

OH and icon is from this picrew

[taravangians-storming-balls]

Kaladin can't get a little $4 drink when he's sad and honestly that's so tragic for him