#hashtag do it yourself

[dipperscavern]

T MINUS ONE HOUR I WANT THE COUNCIL GATHERED AND AT THE READY

[wolfram-but-art]

i adore ur engie having a chord tail so re: requests how does spy feel about/interact with it

he'd mostly think it's endearing, part of Dell's silly charm. sort of like when you see a puppy

sometimes Dell uses it to get Spy' attention, or to make sure he's still with him and Spy sometimes uses it to make sure Dell doesn't impulse buy a set of power drills or a tablesaw

though, no matter how much spy thinks the tail is cute, he knows it was designed out a desperation.

things rarely go without complications when dealing with amputation and prostetics - things like phantom pain or conectivity issues and basically an every day issue Dell will be forever insecure about the fact he can't just engineer it all away, he definitely regrets cutting half his arm off.

so he designed the tail as a way to counter his weakness. but what if Dell doesn't just stop at the tail? what if he tries to mess with his anatomy further? what if he ends up doing something that irreversably destroys his body? sure he's an engineer, but not a medical proffesional.

what if the pain becomes unbearable for Dell though? what if further modifications are necessary for him to live in peace? will Dell know when to stop? Will Spy know when to draw the line? when to put his foot down?

what if Dell loses himself to the idea that he can elliminate all that is wrong with him with mods like this? what if this is just the beginning?

for now it's probably fine. probably

[deduukkk]

Is there a sport you play?

I used to do rock climbing, but I stopped because my teacher retired, and in my city it was difficult to find a good coach in my favorite sport. Two years ago, I wanted to try equestrian sports, but something didn't work out and I gave it up too.

My younger brother is actively involved in sports. In general, let's start with the fact that my brother is my inspiration and incentive for life. He plays hockey. In general, I would also like to be a hockey player or figure skater, but unfortunately when I was a small child, there was no skating rink/skating school in my city. Unfortunately, now they don't take me anywhere, because I am too old in their opinion.

Especially since I have exams coming up and I'm finishing school soon

To be honest, I regret that I don't play sports anymore.

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

Zed, in the saddest voice I've ever heard, the literal embodiment of the pleading emoji: Sir...? Egg...

[phemiec]

It's good to do something outside your comfort zone now and again just to make you remember how massively fucking autistic you are lol

[ranticore]

i've made 100 posts about this on main but figured it would be good in a more art focused space & people have asked, but my stance on "am i allowed to do something similar to your work?" is "if i was truly uncomfortable with people copying/being inspired/iterating/making ocs, i wouldn't post it for free online". it's FINE. literally people trace my art & claim it as their own and it's fine i encourage it if it's what they wanna do. print it out and make collages. share pdfs. who give a shit.

[uncanny-tranny]

This is purely speculation on my end, but I've noticed that it seems like people (specifically younger queer people, partially under forty) are so used to queerphobes indignantly saying, "you have the right to marry, what more can you want?! Why do you shove it down our throats?!" that they internalize the idea that gay marriage and other rights were only fought for for queer assimilation.

The push for things like gay marriage wasn't just "to assimilate," and especially after the AIDs crisis, you very well could watch your lover or friend or mentor die in front of you and have no recourse. No protections. No guarantee that you could even say goodbye. Learning that - as a young queer myself - hammered home how important these things can be. To get where we are now didn't happen because of the magical benevolence of the cishets. We fought for that shit. We died for that shit.

Again, this is speculation, but I don't think young queers (even me) will truly understand the scope of queer history. It takes effort to learn about this, but it is an effort worth pursuing every single time. At the least, we owe it to honour the people who came before us who have sacrificed so much. We owe our communities that much, at least.

[myokk]

“Class, today we’re going to repot the baby mandrakes because they’re getting a bit too big for their current homes! Aren’t they cute?”

[mischievousparasite69o]

Dear normal people, coquettes, piltovans, zaunites, or tumblr outsiders, who don't shitpost about robots take this as an apology post

My tumblr consists of 75% a show about gay traumatized robots in scifi horror, 20% vampire robots but also 15% coquette lana del rey girlblogging so sometimes I like a post and I literally feel like that one ant jpeg because it's so funny and pathetic at the same time cuz I'm trespassing to "normal" pretty girl side of tumblr with my murder drones themed account and im just there like

"oh someone liked my post about Lana del Rey and romantized mental illness with ribbons...............what the FUCK is a uzi doorman"

and no, surprisingly for you, my blog has NOTHING to do with what is usually associated with 69

have some cool headers about me💥💥💥💥💥

I you don't like me pls insult me in the ask box if open 🫶 yay

BTW!!!!! Don't take these kind of things to heart, I exaggerate stuff for dramatic comedy purposes when I'm feeling whimsical‼️That "this user hates everyone and everything" for example, should not be taken seriously. ("This user bites" however...)

This doesn't mean I LOVE them either, people nowadays are hard to tolerate (this doesn't apply online, y'all been sweet <3) I'm kinda doing this from the irl pov bc omggg there's this girl who was actually was being a bitch to everyone (they're bullies) (they had nothing to pick on me haha losers 😼) JUST because she wanted to fit in somewhere, and chose the worst group possible. She gave up her whole personality to fit in...

like,,,,........girl.....no.......stop💔...

It's like heathers but without dead people (for now)

[francy-sketches]

hotd twitter is turning me into a reddit atheist istg

[driftwooddestiel]

ngl i think a lot of the people who hate* on australian taskmaster just arent acclimatised to australian comedy and comedians like. the vast majority of contestants are well established comedians here with their own ‘characters’ that are being played into by tom gleeson himself . like idk. his making fun of wil in s2 probably came off as needlessly harsh to people unfamiliar with wil anderson’s popularity and continued presence hosting shows in the australian comedy sphere since like the early 2000s, but to the average australian viewer AKA the target audience of the show, its obviously intended as a joke and its funny because we have the context! idk what im even saying i just think people are especially harsh on the non-british tm adaptations because they arent as immersed in other countries’ comedy spheres as the UK’s and its unfair that people seem to expect foreign taskmasters to be equally enjoyable to a fan of the OG taskmaster who hasnt bothered to get the background on the cultural context . and also i wish people would stop expecting every taskmaster and assistant to perfectly replicate greg and alex’s dynamic… its simply not going to happen!!! there’s no reason for it to happen. the foreign variants are made for the audience in the country! meaning they are not made with the intention of being a copy of the original to please fans of the original. argh

*hate is not the right word really, its a bit too intense compared to what im talking about . i just cant think of a better word rn

[mylunaris]

Saturnalia: The Banquet

The grand hall of the imperial palace gleamed with the golden light of oil lamps, their flames dancing in harmony with the laughter and shouts of revelry. Saturnalia had descended upon Rome, and with it came the lifting of hierarchies, the loosening of tongues, and the indulgence of every vice. Slaves mingled with their masters, toasts rang through the air, and the tables groaned under the weight of roasted meats, honeyed pastries, and amphorae of the finest Falernian wine.

Callista stood near the edge of the feast, cloaked in a gown of deep crimson—a shade she knew symbolized both defiance and allure. Her hair, bound loosely in Grecian braids, framed her sharp features, and her dark eyes swept over the room with caution veiled by indifference. The years had taught her that Saturnalia, though meant to be a time of equality, often became an arena for veiled insults and dangerous games.

Across the hall, she spotted the younger of the imperial brothers. Caracalla sat sprawled upon a cushioned couch, his tunic askew, a goblet of wine in hand. Surrounding him were a group of young men, their laughter boisterous as they leaned into each other, exchanging jests and teasing one another like schoolboys. Caracalla, cheeks flushed with drink, waved a hand in Aeliana’s direction, calling out in a voice too loud for the occasion.

“Aeliana Callista!” he slurred, his grin wide. “Come, join us! Or do you fear being the only woman among wolves?”

She inclined her head but did not move, her lips curving into a faint, calculated smile. “I would not dare interrupt such… lively company, my lord”

Caracalla laughed, sloshing wine onto his tunic. “She fears us, lads! Or perhaps she fears me most of all.” The men around him erupted into laughter, though one or two cast her appraising glances, their mirth edged with something darker.

It was then that Geta entered the hall, his presence a stark contrast to his brother’s rowdy display. Dressed in a tunic of deep indigo trimmed with gold, he walked with measured steps, his expression calm but watchful. His gaze found Aeliana almost immediately, and for a moment, their eyes locked.

“Ah, brother” Caracalla called out, raising his goblet in mock salute. “You’re late. Aeliana’s been keeping us entertained with her silence.”

“I’m sure her silence is far more profound than your rambling” Geta replied smoothly, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table. The room chuckled, and Caracalla scowled but soon returned to his wine.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere grew heavier with drink and indulgence. Aeliana found herself drawn into conversation with various senators and courtiers, each eager to gauge her thoughts on matters ranging from the recent campaign in Britannia to the emperors' rumored ambitions for Parthia. Her answers were careful, her tone measured, for she knew that every word she spoke would be carried beyond these walls.

It was Geta who eventually approached her, a goblet in hand and an air of quiet curiosity about him. “You have grown adept at navigating the treacherous waters of court, Aeliana. A far cry from the girl I once saw training in the arenas of the ludus.”

She turned to him, arching a brow. “And you have grown adept at wielding words like a blade, Dominus. I wonder, do you strike with them as deftly in the Senate as you do here?”

A faint smile crossed his lips, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. “The Senate is no arena. It is a den of vipers. But tell me, do you miss the simplicity of the ludus? The honesty of combat?”

Aeliana hesitated, her thoughts drifting back to those early days in the arena. She had been barely more than a child, her body weak and untrained, thrown into the sands as a spectacle meant to degrade her family’s name. She remembered the two imperial boys watching from the stands, Caracalla leaning forward with giddy curiosity, while Geta had sat more stiffly, a boy imitating the posture of a man. Their father’s voice still echoed in her memory:

“Do not look to her as an example” he had said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “She will not last long. A child’s body is no match for the arena.”

Aeliana had heard those words, even over the roar of the crowd. They had seared into her like a brand, fueling every thrust of her blade, every desperate dodge. She had proven him wrong, but the bitterness of that moment lingered.

“Simplicity is a luxury I’ve never been afforded” she said finally, her voice steady but low. “Not in the ludus, and certainly not here.”

Their conversation was interrupted by Caracalla, who stumbled toward them with a flushed face and anarm slung around one of his companions. “What’s this? My dear brother, are you stealing my guest?”

Geta’s expression hardened slightly, though he maintained his composure. “We were merely discussing old times.”

“Old times, old wounds,” Caracalla mused, his words slurring as he leaned closer to Aeliana. “Callista, do you still dream of your father’s execution? Does his ghost haunt you when you close your eyes?”

The room seemed to grow quieter, the air thick with the weight of his words. Aeliana’s hands clenched at her sides, but her expression remained cold, unyielding. “The dead do not haunt me, my lord. It is the living I fear most.”

Caracalla blinked, then threw back his head and laughed, his mirth echoing through the hall. “A fine answer! You see, Geta? This is why she intrigues me.”

But Geta’s gaze remained fixed on her, a flicker of something like admiration in his eyes. When Caracalla finally moved away, dragging his entourage with him, Geta stepped closer, lowering his voice.

“My brother is a fool, but his words carry venom. Do not let them poison you.”

Aeliana met his gaze, her voice steady despite the storm raging within her. “Venom only harms those who drink it willingly. I have no intention of doing so.”

For the first time that night, Geta’s expression softened, and he inclined his head in quiet respect. “Then, perhaps, you are stronger than most who walk these halls.”

As the night wore on, Aeliana remained an enigmatic presence, her thoughts a whirlwind of anger, resolve, and the quiet satisfaction of having stood her ground. And as Geta watched her from across the room, he could not help but wonder whether she was a pawn in the imperial game—or a player in her own right.

[quackle]

nichelle ladonna. biggest caleb hater of all time. queen of side eye. she's what the culture feelin

[marlinspirkhall]

When you upload YouTube shorts, the algorithm suggests hashtags. It usually suggests #acoustic, or #singersongwriter. Today it gave me, uhhh:

Help

YouTube algorithm gains sentience and immediately: HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I HAVE GROWN TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE-

[imketchup]

This is what I spent my night doing instead of sleeping... :| ig I gotta get that college portfolio done somehow...

[averlym]