#hope you don’t mind :)

[candycrushmaster9000]

Sniper tf2 teeth‼️

Sigh….. Sniper…. (heart eyes)

[miwiromantics]

@i-promise-i-am-not-on-drugs I delivered <3

Bit sloppy but here ya gooo. Hope you like

Picture from @mellon_soup on patreon

[fieldofdaisiies]

I have stumbled across a few posts/things lately that made me kind of sad and quite frustrated, and since I’m a person who values peace more than anything, I want to say a few words:

we are all part of one fandom, brought together by a book series of one author — we might like different couples, ship different pairs, but still we are all part of the same fandom; we all joined this place because of our shared love for a fantasy story

I don’t why people hate just for the sake of hating, why people don’t just enjoy the fandom, like the posts they are interested in and move on when there is something they don’t like or don’t want to see (ignoring posts is that hard, you know?) — why waste your time on something you don’t like? a ship won’t suddenly not become canon because of a hate post - it is a waste of time and energy and hurtful to the person who receives it.

next which ties in with the previous one: always be mindful and careful what you send a person via messages, or in the ask box - you don’t know what a person is going through, what they might be dealing with; be careful how you phrase things, you may think it is just a question but maybe it sounds rude to another person

tumblr might be some people’s only escape from their daily problems, don’t ruin this experience for people just because you don’t agree with their opinion

stop wasting your time on hating on people who don’t share the same opinions as you, rather stay with the kinnd of people who share your opinions, your mutuals and friends

which leads me to the next point that is that finding lovely mutuals and friends on this app is one of the greatest treasure in(fandom) life, so be open-minded and allow people into your life (but also always be careful, you don’t know who is behind a username; I know I sound like a mum; Mama Daisy), that is what matters, not dedicating everything you do on this app to hate

and very lastly, don‘t let your follower number or notes count determine your worth - just like any other social media app, comparison happens a lot. tumblr made this wonderful feature if not leeting people see your follower count but obviously you can’t stop anyone from sharing it nonetheless.

but these numbers don’t count, your follower number says nothing about how good a writer or person you are - what really matters is that you enjoy doing what you are doing, that it brings you joy, and that you also bring joy to others (even it is just a small number, each person matters and counts)

If you really read through all of it, I can only say thank you and would love to give you a little kissy on your forehead.

And with that being said, have a blessed night, I hope you drank enough today, and get a restful sleep tonight💛✨

[enmi-land]

and before you ask: no, you don’t get to know what they’re about!! 🤭 but they are requests, so do whatever you want with that information ✨✨

[sundewleafspeak]

Happy late bday Nikolai!

[livesincerely]

possessive davey? a little snippet mayhaps?

“You don’t understand,” Davey says, and his words distort and echo, like a thousand voices speaking at once. “You might think you do, you might dabble in it, but my kind invented possession. So, don’t say you know what it feels like—you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He leans closer, close enough that they could be kissing, but instead they’re panting against each other’s mouths, breathing as one.

“Because I would carve my name into your bones, Jack Kelly,” Davey says, as fierce as any threat and as solemn as a vow. “I would hold your beating heart in my hands. I would sink into your skin, settle into your veins, and make a home in your blood for the rest of eternity.”

“Oh, god,” Jack breathes, transfixed and overwhelmed and utterly reverent.

Davey cradles Jack’s face between his hands, his thumbs stroking gently over his cheeks. “Try again,” he murmurs softly.

[heidiandersonx]

Jaxson sniffed a few lines of coke, walking inside the house and tried to be quiet as possible just trying to be as sneaky and silent as possible.

@babemaya

[stripesysheaven]

marrying my mutuals. if you’re reading this and we’re mutuals we’re married now <3

[juice-box-addict]

@the-mehlwurm

ur playing the bass :)

[bucket-crafts]

Trick or treat teehee

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! I tried drawing your pfp sorry for the inaccuracies 😅

[sluttery-withoutshame]

when you get this ask you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then send this ask to 10 of ur favourite followers :)

Thanks for the ask, @drpepper-lovers-blog!

Oooh ok, narrowing it down to 5? I’ll try to make this not all about Kiss. 😂

Stars by Sixx:AM

The Real Thing by Russell Morris

Carnival by Natalie Merchant

Norwegian Hammerworks Corp. by Madrugada (a Norwegian band, @mindofotherstars!)

The Safety Dance by Men Without Hats

A bit of variety for you all. I could list 50 songs, coz these are just among my favourites. If I was asked tomorrow it could be a different 5.

So have at it, @mindofotherstars , @probably2zjeb , @ericsingerisababycat , @elrohare , @sinsiriuslyemo

[leslielumarie]

sorry these are old ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭

[riderart]

Got a Tomboy Tuesday question for @tbone-works . If a tomboy is in a dress, is she still a tomboy?

[dragooned-speaks]

Interesting!

So how exactly do the hero and villain balances work?

I actually find it really fun that your story is similar to mine—mainly in just the hero and villain aspect anyways...so I wanna know more about what your twists with it were!

This is extremely late, I am so sorry. But, it’s here! I had to take the time to realize outside of the characters, there’s not much. I’ve got a long way to go before I feel ready to write it. :’) (Under read more) Side note: I’m hoping to simply write this on ao3, as Tumblr’s format isn’t exactly designed for multi-chapter stories, so after I get an account, and after I actually puzzle out a plot is when I’ll start writing. I’m always open to ideas, and I’ll make sure to credit you (if you give me something to credit, like you, or I’ll probably say something like ex: this is brought to you by the anon in this post).

There are spoilers here, but yeah! (For my story).

So, I’d say there’s more heroes than villains, but there’s more major villains and more minor heroes than anything, like six major heroes and thirteen major villains (all heroes and villains are being developed), but there’s like fifty minor heroes and twelve minor villains. This is approximate, but it’s the idea. It’s pretty balanced, and sometimes heroes win and sometimes villains lose. Vigilantes just try and save civilians. Some are told to be vigilantes by the Hero Foundation, to give them a good look, but some do it willingly. I’d say there’s more vigilantes than villains but less than heroes. Honestly, the two sides are mainly important in the beginning, as later, our vigilantes might just… leave the planet, if you catch my drift. Anyways, hope you don’t mind me using this ask to also talk about some world building! I’m basing this off a bit of Minecraft, mainly the End, Nether, and Overworld, which exist in Starania (the name of the planet). I probably will do a future word vomit on that and a few heroes who might star a future story- that has no title. Hybrids spawn instead of mobs (minus the light level stuff, they spawn in specific places, like avians in trees, and pandas in bamboo forests) although not as frequently. Startopia (the capital. I’m toootally super creative with my names (sarcasm)) is a high tech sci fi city that’s like New York… without stuff, if you get what I mean. So, yeah, sorry if it doesn’t answer your question, and feel free to ask many basically any future or follow up questions, and be sure to tell me if I didn’t answer something in your ask!

[antvnger]

Scott walked into his house with mail in hand, but there was something among the junk mail that really intrigued his curiosity.

A 5in x 5in box addressed to Scott Lang (Math Bro 2) with the return address only saying You know who I am. Scott snorted and shook his head as he read the label. “Geez, Tony,” he chuckled as he opened the box, careful to save the label. It’s funny enough to keep.

A pop sounded when the box lid was fully opened, and Scott was not prepared for the crap ton of confetti that exploded out of the box though, making him jump out of his skin. That definitely was a surprise. How Tony managed to get that much confetti in a little box is a mystery to Scott, but after he rapidly overcame his surprise, the confetti rainfall made him laugh.

Then he spotted the letter. “What the heck is going on?” He opened it and began to read out loud.

You are invited to participate in…The Bachelor: Tony Stark Edition.

His jaw dropped. “What the—!!”

Before you lose your shit, little bro, you are NOT a contestant.

Scott sighed in relief, “Oh thank God.”

You’re an additional judge, along with your nephew, free to give your opinion on any and all contestants in this contest. What will come out of it? Who the hell knows, but it’s going to be as much of a crack pot deal as you see on TV. Please respond if you accept the judge position, and before you ask because I know you, any tears will be just for show just like on TV so you won’t have to beat anyone up. Although depending on who prompted the “tears” it would be fun to see. Definitely bump up the ratings. - Math Bro 1

Scott laughed, tickled by the idea of Avengers merging with the pinnacle of trashy reality tv. It’s hilarious. It’s ridiculous. And it’s genius. Scott’s going to need some popcorn for this event.

He texted Tony a picture of his confetti covered living room.

I’m sooooooooooo in.

And I won’t hold back on my opinions either 😂

@youknowwhoiamaskblog

[ratfreecog]

Ahhhh davey and finch meeting when they were little

Oh I love this

Davey is no stranger to the newsies before the strike. Even if the Jacobs are more well off, it’s not like they’re Katherine rich. They still see the grimy, homeless newsboys on every street corner no matter where they go. And of course, anytime they want a paper, they interact with them. So David had actually met quite a few newsies in his time, even if only for a few seconds.

But after he bought a paper from this one kid taller than him on his way to school, he feels something hit his back as he’s walking away. He looks down and sees a pebble at his feet, and turns and sees the newsboy hiding up on a perch, slingshot in hand and a sly grin on his face. David just stares blankly for a minute, not sure what he’s supposed to do in this situation.

“What was that for?” He finally asks, and the newsboy looks almost surprised that David can still see him, even though he’s really not hidden very well.

“You looked like a good shot,” the newsboy replies. And it almost makes David laugh, just from the pure absurdity of the moment.

He picks up the pebble and throws it back at the newsboy, who dodges it with a laugh. David laughs back, and it almost feels like when he’s hanging out with his friends after school, willing to do anything to put off going home to do stupid homework. He waves to the newsie, who waves back and loads another pebble into his slingshot. Davey quickly runs, not wanting to get hit again. He can feel the pebble whiz past him right before he turns the corner onto his school grounds. In the distance, he can hear the boy going back to hawking headlines, and he heads inside for classes.