#idk what am I tagging anymore

[kimmykloo]

Tfw you dropped your phone 🐠🐟🐬

I love mermaids and just merfolk and decided to just draw Cove as one.

I struggled way too much with this, but might as well stop and just post it

[everyonesadoptivedad]

oh my god what if there was some AFTG merch coming soon???

Hello AFTG tumblr community :>

I’ve been putting together ideas for AFTG merch! ✨

That being said, before I dive in the project, I’d like to know the general interest regarding the pieces I would put together so I can see if it’s worth it! I have significant experience in clothing design and hm production that I shall reveal with more transparency if the project happens.

Right there are the concepts I’ve drawn (still wips of course!) I would love you forever if you could answer and lil poll downstairs and reblog this post!

((Edit: I ideally would want to go up to 5XL though it often depends on manufacturers, so this isn't a promise but it's my goal!

If you have suggestions please feel free to send them my way!

And if you have favorites you can put them in the tags so I know (I read everything) :>

Thank you for your time ahhh

[foxett]

Holy flip!! Fully colored suntan post?? Decently done grass??? Someone pinch me (day 10 suntan)

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

–

Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

[sea-jello]

hong kong miku,,,

[mustasekittens]

congratulations christopher!

self indulgent near-future in which when christopher graduates high school buck n eddie take hiim to hawaii to celebrate and they all have a nice vacation over here. friend n i were brainrotting it a bit and we decided buck definitely hyperfixated on hawaii and stuff (history, nature, geography, mythology, etc)

[pentacass]

you fuckers can't just. give her this outfit and not give me the option to shove my face in her [redacted] and go BRRRRRR

[fortanuvasyama]

I finally managed to pin down what exactly was eating at me after reading that whole bit of Jason Gets Mindfucked (aka Batman 138)

so Bruce's (or Zur Batman, or however you might interpret that slippery divide between Zur and Bruce) whole reason to give Jason a new flavor of ptsd-on-crack is to prevent him from killing again, right? Like he explicitly says "This is the only way," when he's speaking to Jason.

and when he goes on to explain it further....

Bruce says he's doing this to make him a better person. That this is the best way to make Jason stop doing what he wants and force him to live a 'normal' life.

And Bruce is saying that in his eyes, what Jason is now experiencing isn't a punishment.

Bruce calls this a gift. This is Bruce saving Jason from himself. This is how Jason will get a chance at a meaningful life. Bruce has decided that anything Jason chooses is wrong, and he is going to correct it.

Even if it means Jason is left unable to move.

Even if it means Jason is left unable to defend himself.

Even if it means Jason is left alone.

And if this 'failsafe' can really, truly, wholly stop someone from killing....

Why isn't Batman putting this in every single one of his Rogues?

Bruce apparently has the key to ending all of the Gotham rogues' murderous escapades, so wouldn't it make sense to put this in the heads of every single one of them? Of every single convicted criminal who has ever killed another human being?

If this isn't a punishment, if this is a way to truly reform a criminal permanently... why only Jason?

[sidneycarter]

love the idea that post The Situation thomas is just increasingly obtuse when it comes to jimmy's feelings.

so when one day mrs hughes mentions in passing at how much easier it is to handle james now he's settled down, thomas is incredibly confused. and a little bit heartbroken too of course.

it gets even stranger when on valentine's day alfred sulkily asks jimmy how many cards he's sent that year and jimmy merely shrugs and smirks. mrs patmore chastises them for gossiping and announces that surely, jimmy's only got one to be sending.

then one night, most of the staff are enjoying a rare night off in the pub. as usual, a host of pretty girls surround jimmy, and one particularly brave one asks jimmy if he's got any plans on one of his half days. jimmy throws her a cheeky wink and says "sorry, darling, but i'm spoken for."

thomas starts feeling really rather hurt. he's known all along that this would happen eventually - that jimmy would eventually move on and find a nice village lass, but it still stings to hear it. somehow, it hurts even more knowing that clearly jimmy has fallen for someone but he hasn't even told thomas.

thomas puts on a brave face and elbows daisy in the side. "d'ya hear that? jimmy's kept that quiet 'asn't he?"

daisy looks at him with a frown and cocks her head to the side. "well, not really--" but before she can say anything else she's swept up into the rowdy conversation of the table.

a few weeks later, thomas and jimmy are alone in the servants hall, with thomas reading the paper in his rocking chair and jimmy tapping out melodies on the piano. the tune he's playing is sweet and gentle, and thomas finds himself swaying his head along. as the song draws to a close, a gentle round of applause sounds from the doorway.

baxter stands smiling. "let me call you sweetheart is one of my favourites. it was beautiful, jimmy."

jimmy blushes prettily and stands, closing the piano lid. "thank you, mrs baxter. good night."

after he's gone from the room, baxter enters to fill herself a glass of water. she smiles fondly at thomas. "he's so smitten you know. head over heels." she rolls her eyes affectionately.

it takes months until thomas finally figures out the truth of what's going on. well, to say he figures it out is somewhat generous.

he's in the servants hall again, this time feeling a little despondent with a cup of tea. jimmy had gone to the pictures with alfred of all people, their friendship seemingly improved since jimmy's given up on chasing ivy's skirt. thomas is resolutely not waiting up to make sure jimmy gets home safe. anna is the only other person still up, and she sits opposite thomas stitching one of lady mary's hemlines in companionable silence.

thomas dwells on his own thoughts for a while, until anna rests her sewing on the table and fixes him with a worried look. "are you quite alright, mr barrow?"

"hm? oh, yes anna, i'm very well thank you." he takes a sip of his tea to hide his moue.

anna looks unconvinced. "thomas," she says seriously, "is it-- have you and jimmy had a falling out?"

that genuinely surprises thomas. for all his worry and sadness over jimmy's as yet unknown love interest, they'd never fallen out. "no, no, of course not. he's just busy, that's all, which is to be expected now he's, you know," thomas waves his cup vaguely in the air, "courting the mystery lady."

anna chokes on a laugh. "the mystery lady?"

"yes. he's-- he's courting someone, isn't he? everyone keeps saying that he's... or suggesting that he's taken with someone." Thomas adds somewhat bitterly, "seems quite serious if you ask me. not that he's told me anything about it of course."

anna stops giggling and looks at him oddly. "thomas you-- you can't mean--"

"-- do you know who she is, anna?" thomas interrupts a little desperately. he's becoming tired of it all and he just wants to know-- how bad it is, for how long he's going to have to tend to his broken heart.

"thomas. thomas, jimmy's sweetheart is-- well, it's you."

"me?" thomas has a brief, sickening memory of his feelings before, and how miss o'brien toyed with them so badly. but he knows in his gut, that anna would never, and could never do that. he knows she's being honest, as confusing and terrifying as the statement may be.

"yes." anna smiles. "he's like a little puppy when he's with you. surely you've noticed? he gazes at you with stars in his eyes. he wants to do everything you do, and it seems like every other conversation is all about what you've been telling him this week. he only ever plays love songs on the piano when you're in the room. he laughs at all your jokes and he's not even glanced in the direction of a girl since last year." anna shakes her head. "i thought you knew and were just letting him get used to it."

"no i didn't -- i didn't know, i thought," thomas can feel himself blushing, "i don't know what i thought."

anna stands with a stifled yawn. "you make each other very happy. if you really didn't know, i think you ought to talk to him. good night, mr barrow."

"good night anna. and thank you."

thomas is left in the still and quiet of the room, watching the steam spiral up from his cup. a private and hopeful smile spreads across his face. yes, he thinks, nodding his head, perhaps we should talk.

[coolnonsenseworld]

I wanted to say that outside of semantics and divisions - I am simply happy to find communities that welcome with kindness - that welcome you by a good heart and not the ability to conform. I am happy for the opportunity to be surrounded by people who care. It's a funny world we live in - making the same mistakes over and over, multiplying the same suffering by billions. I don't think I hope for an utopia anymore, I don't think such a thing exists - but you can't call me hopeless either. And that's what matters.

As a side note - this piece is set in DanceAU, which might be better known to Patrons so far, but still it was the best and most fitting option for this occasion..... also there are 12 DanceAU pieces incoming, because I might be making another calendar so. get familiar with these mutts

[mllenugget]

Hey remember when Baghera adopted Dapper like 8 months ago or did I make that up ? ────────────────────────────────────────── Support all the admins that spoke out (& do your daily click) ──────────────────────────────────────────

[disgustinggf]

why do you always have to have these smartass replies to everything?

because im a smartass u dumbass

[caramelmochacrow]

"You know that I want you And you know that I need you"

[nonranghaes]

warnings: reader has... problems with expressing themself/letting ppl in + implied baggage that makes them like that.

this wasn’t supposed to happen.

“it’s okay,” jun keeps saying in this quiet mantra, arms wrapped around you as you fight back your tears, battling with your own fucking body to get everything back under control.

this was not supposed to happen. and yet the door opened, and jun called out that he brought dinner to surprise you because you’d been working hard lately... and then he saw you. his gaze softened when he did, and he realized why he hadn’t found you anywhere else in your apartment. it’s like he actively avoided acknowledging every warning sign telling him to go away, that you didn’t want anyone to see you.

yet when he came closer, you didn’t know what to do. if you snapped at him the way you almost did, fire on the tip of your tongue and venom behind it, he’d never forgive you (no one ever does, right? you aren’t allowed to be angry with people, you’re supposed to wrap it up nice and neat and make yourself as small as you can). if you cry openly, he’ll leave, too: crying as an adult looks pathetic. that’s why you’re supposed to swallow your feelings and anything past a few tears, pretending as though you don’t have any ugly feelings like that.

“do you want to talk about it?” was what he said to you next, and when you furiously shook your head, he slowly came closer. he sat down at the foot of your bed. “... can i hold you?”

you don’t know why you said yes. you shouldn’t have. even now, you should push him away and tell him to go. that this was a mistake. it’d hurt him, you know it would, but he’d be free from all of this bullshit and your bullshit...

yet the moment he starts to rub circles into your back, cradling your body against his chest, it seems to do something to you. you lose control, body betraying it as it chokes out those first sobs before all you can do is cry in his arms. that’s when he started with the “it’s okay” thing. somewhere between the mental fog and the ache in your lungs and the stinging in your eyes, you realize you’ve never cried in front of jun before.

his head presses against yours. “it’s okay,” he says again in that low whisper. “you aren’t alone anymore. i’ve got you.” 

(and something about the gentle way he says it makes you want to believe it. so you try to, until the day that you can fully embrace the statement with open arms.)

[luciddreamingstars]

Here a little joke version of rewrite a friend made, their name is Mr Tappytoes and they canonically dont know who sonic the hedgehog is.

(I got lazy with rewrite so please pretend that his glove cuffs and socks are longer ;-;)

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

when I want to write something self indulgent to give me all the angsty and cuddly hurt/comfort feels but I can't because I end up feeling guilty because I'm seeking after feels that I feel in an inappropriate place because my mom told me one time when I was 15 that I shouldn't search that out or it's probably sexual sin but it confuses me because ALL the feels happen that way for me even if it's entirely platonic and nonsexual and so I don't know if it's okay to want to write to that because apparently all pleasure of any sort, even over platonic stories, is sexual or comes with a possibly probably sexual feeling and I also am having a hard time figuring out what's genuine conviction from God and what's just my anxiety/OCD/perfectionism/fear of failure