#i was starved

[lollyyon]

Do y’all remember a few months ago when Phil would mention dans name and we would be like 🤩 OMG. JOINT CONTENT HA 😔 we were literally on the floor clinging onto any scrap of content we could get. Now here we are with GAMINGMAS in full fucking swing. Hallelujah

[souredfigs]

I would like to apologise for the person I will become when Rise Of Empires: Ottoman Vlad vs Mehmed II drops on 29 December.

[elliesbelle]

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

[dirtflunk]

th unsettling knights r kissing in the dungeon, m'lord.

[i-like-to-look-at-your-back]

°˖✧ Hayakawa family unit ✧˖°

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home

[magnusbae]

To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:

A post in 2023:

A post in 2014:

A zoom out of the same post:

This is what a community looks like.

See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.

It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.

Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.

If you want more of something, reblog it.

[wispscribbles]

I love your ghost design. I wanna squeeze him :⁠^⁠)

If no hug then why hug-shaped???

[chipper-smol]

[HITS YOUR MENTALLY ILL FAV WITH THE VAMPIRE-INATOR RAY]

[mischievous-thunder]

A metaphor? The constant egging each other on, the long panning shot of the "coexist" bumper sticker and the relentless penetration from various angles- No, not at all metaphorical but very much direct and crystal clear

[aveloka-draws]

Aww Webber! What a precious bean! Bet it shocked the Lamb to see some random kid pop out of a grave, at least without a proper ritual!

A little! But he was welcomed by them pretty quickly. Lamb was left wondering if Narinder caused him to resurrect somehow.

The undertaker is usually the one to take care of Webber, since Lamb is often busy and Narinder is too creeped out to do it. She doesnt seem to mind since she gets someone to ramble to while working.

Thinking Nolen was probably the one who buried the skull while doing rounds around the camp's graveyard, not knowing it would make him appear. So to everyone its a mistery how the lil spider arrived to the cult pff.

[vaporize-employers]

obvs it's just racist but the "palestinians looting U.N. warehouses" angle seems esp asinine to me. like. it's theirs. right? israelis don't need food aid, so who is it for? so it's theirs. the aid for palestinians. palestinian aid. how can they "steal" something that's meant for them

[bunnions]

something something katsuki can't keep his hands off you when he's had a little too much to drink (see: denks the worst at-home bartender in the world, believes a shot of vodka really means four).

it starts off innocently enough, gathered in eijiro's living room, when he cracks a foul-mouthed joke and you double over into side with laughter. the heat starts to creep up his neck, but it's easy to blame it on the alcohol. he nudges you back playfully, a grin quirking at the corner of his lips.

two more shots of whatever vile concoction denki mixed up and he's melting into the couch. he's sitting on one end, a little squished with how mina, eijiro, hanta, and denki are piled on top of each other - chatting away, drinking, and desperately trying not to make eye contact with the wasted blond. katsuki's got you perched all pretty in his lap because "there isn't any room left to sit." a convenient excuse.

you're flushed and trying to keep up with mina's story and you're having a great time with your friends but katsuki's hands are looping casually around your waist and pulling you closer to him and he's leaning a little on you for support and you feel a zing speed down your spine as his lips brush against your arm. an accident.

his head's a little fuzzy, but katsuki's practically melting with the alcohol swimming through his veins. and you're so soft it's making everything even fuzzier. before he even finishes that thought he's testing out the plush of your waist, your thighs, pinching a little at the small of your back, and back down to your thighs. you squirm in his hold, and he retaliates with a soft grunt and by biting what he could reach.

the spit on your arm is more uncomfortable than the rather tame bite he gives you. you can see his eyes wobble, flitting to different parts of your face. "hol' s'till," he garbles and your heart leaps into your throat. you can feel four sets of eyes boring into you both, but you can't break away from katsuki's heavy, lidded, lovesick gaze.

[emthimofnight]

touchy feely

[the-medieval-husbands]

My new headcannon is that before Merlin became Arthurs man servant he used to brush his own hair, dress himself, and wash himself in the bath. But Merlin, not knowing any better, assumed that was his job, so he did those things. Then you have Arthur who, as a prince, everyone holds themselves apart from him. Then along comes Merlin giving him the contact that he craves. Arthur refuses to tell him otherwise, because he doesn't want to lose the intimacy of Merlins touch so freely given.

Merlin discovers these tasks aren't part of his duties after a casual conversation with Gwen shortly after arriving, but does not say a word.

After they are in a relationship, and another servant has taken his place so that he can attend to his court sourcerer duties, Merlin continues to brush Arthurs hair, and tie his tunics. Sometimes saving Arthur doesn't involve a sword or magic.

[starve-or-get-a-cup-of-coffee]

rather have a headache from not eating, than feeling bloated from binging