#it was like 13 years ago

[jacklesraised]

i remade a neopets acct for shits and giggles and what ive learned over the last week is that they a: removed my two most favorite games, the usuki doll one and 200m peanut dash, and somehow theyre posting a new news post every frickan day but havent updated the games and stuff to not include flash player

[cookietastic]

People going "Tumblr is shutting down!" kind of made me laugh cause I was like "What is going on they made an announcement?" and then I found out that they're basically saying less staff which means fewer updates and removing features that didn't go as planned and I'm like-

ok, where did y'all get this idea then-why is everyone going into mass hysteria and making something that's a 2 at worst into a 10? Then I had to remember I'm Tumblr and this is just normal Tumblr behavior.

[aquanutart]

[chinzhilla]

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

You don't want to hurt anyone. But I do. And I'm sorry. It won't stop.

The Ring (2002) dir. Gore Verbinski

[pseudophan]

jealous little bitch

[qalrey]

13 years of pones!!

flats + sketch bellow!

i had a lot of trouble drawing AJ, then i realised i've never drew her in my entire life

[peanutseagle]

Could u plz draw part 2 of Damian asking Anya 's hand from Loid ?

Your wish is my command, anon 🥖

(part one)

[itslavenduh]

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

Some Ford doodles

[deathtodickens]

Later...

Claudia: Why do you look like that, man?

Pete: I can't get this bronzer to come off.

Claudia: Did you get the temporary stuff?

Pete: Tem... porary?

Claudia: Dude.

Pete: Huh, well that explains that.

Claudia: Why do you even have it on to begin with? And so much?

Steve enters the kitchen, stops and stares at Pete.

Steve: Who won an Oscar?

Claudia laughs, pointing at Pete.

Pete: Ha ha very funny.

Claudia: It was.

Pete: Hey, leave the jokes to a professional, okay? Of which, I am.

Steve: Not at all shockingly, you truly believe that.

Pete: It's the first day of October. I'm just trying out a few costumes before the 31st, to see if I can get H.G. back into the spirit of Halloween.

Steve: I wish you were lying.

Claudia: Do we want H.G. back in the spirit of Halloween? I recall the last Halloween that she was into being a bit too spirity.

Pete: Of course, we do--

Steve: Not. We absolutely do not. Do you not remember what happened?

Pete: Yeah, we all went on an amazingly awesome adventure in the Warehouse, together, as a family. We fought off animated Halloween decorations that stalked us in the dark. Myka used the zip-line upside-down like a bad ass to save her wife from encroaching darkness. And then we blew up every light in the warehouse to level an army of murderous, soul-snatching plastic skeletons--

Steve: That took us days to clean up...

Claudia: I'm still changing lightbulbs...

Pete: --and I'm not so sure all of those skeletons were plastic.

Claudia: It was kind of fun blowing up the Warehouse. You know, in a not-destructive kind of way.

Steve: No, no. It was destructive. It was a very destructive kind of way.

Claudia: Right. Sure. But we didn't have to artifact it back.

Pete: What's another warehouse explosion amongst friends, huh?

Claudia: I mean, I do still have some light bombs stashed away in my room. Don't tell Artie.

Pete: That's the spirit!

Steve: I just want to drink hot tea, read a book, and watch the weather change from the comfort of my own bed, in my own room. Is that so much to ask?

Steve does not wait for an answer. He turns and leaves the kitchen.

Abigail enters in his place, she stops and stares at Pete.

Then bursts into laughter.

Abigail: I really thought Myka was pulling my leg when she said you'd lathered yourself up in bronzer, just to play a prank on Helena.

Pete: It wasn't a prank. It was encouragement. She loves Halloween!

Abigail: She loved Halloween. I think the soul-snatching skeletal remains of a Spirit Halloween clearance sale sucked that love right out of her.

Pete: Well. She liked my costume.

Abigail: That's not what I heard.

Pete: Then you've heard nothing but dirty, rotten lies.

Abigail: Did she seem amused when you revealed your costume?

Pete: She didn't seem entirely unamused.

Abigail arches a skeptical brow at Pete.

Claudia: What was the prank?

Pete: Not a prank.

Claudia: What was the not-a-prank?

Abigail: Apparently, when Helena questioned him about (Abigail gestures toward Pete with her hand) this, he said, very enthusiastically, that he'd been bronzed.

Claudia: Peter Jenkins Lattimer.

Pete: That is not my middle name.

Claudia: The woman has trauma!

Pete: It was inspiration!

Claudia: Fueled by nightmares!

Abigail: I don't think the woman who spent a century encased in bronze needs to be inspired. Like, at all.

Pete: That was a century ago.

Claudia: No, it started a century ago. She's barely been free for one decade.

Abigail: You do know she remained conscious the entire time.

Pete: I know she remained conscious the entire time.

Claudia: And was so fucked up when she got out, all she wanted to do was destroy the world and everyone in it.

Pete: I mean, I was there. So yeah. I do recall her attempting to, at one point in time, destroy the world and everyone in it. Thankfully Myka's hotness saved our asses.

Claudia gasps.

Pete: What?

Claudia: You did bronzeface!

Pete: What? No. That's not a thing.

Claudia: You're doing it right now!

Pete looks to Abigail.

Abigail: Don't look at me. I was born this way.

Claudia: I can't believe you did bronzeface at H.G.

Pete: Stop saying it like it's a thing.

Claudia: People from the bronze sector do not deserve to be mocked in your incessant quest for validation and frights.

Pete: They are literally criminals.

Abigail: Wow, Pete. I really thought better of you.

Pete: You know what, I'm just going to go take a very long and very hot shower until either the bronzer or my skin comes off. Whichever happens first.

Pete exits.

Claudia, laughing and calling after Pete: Hey, maybe try painting yourself blue tomorrow instead. Pretty sure none of us has ever been Smurfed.

Claudia and Abigail fall into a fit of laughter.

Somewhere between the kitchen and the upstairs bathroom, Pete retrieves his phone from his pocket and says, "Hey Siri?"

She appears.

And Pete whispers into his phone, "What is bronzeface?"

[frownsdaily]

day 20

[they-didnt-last]

anyone interested in talking about the iconic 2000's middle-grade-bordering-on-ya book series gallagher girls??

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Daily-sh Dose of Misha

6 YEARS AGO ON SEPTEMBER 20, 2017

As promised, for the anon who wanted the videos of this particular interview.

When in Rome

[godsfavoritescientist]

A ciphord drabble:

There is beauty in the grotesque. Sit in it with me. Admire the deep glistening red of your blood. Marvel at the way your limbs are capable of moving, and how widely the skin on your face can stretch to accommodate a grin. Your body is mine and yours at the same time. I wear you like an old familiar sweater. I like hearing your voice when I speak. I like piloting all the muscles in your body at once. I like holding you in my immortal hands like I’m gently cupping my hands around a lightning bug. You’re a little bit incomprehensible to me. For a while, you weren’t scared of me at all. I still wonder why, because even though catching you took patience and a dash of sheer luck, I know that humans fear demons the same way insects fear humans: because they should be afraid. Seeing you trust me more than thousands of years of human instincts was miraculous. It was precious to me. So you must understand, I don’t take your body lightly. I carve shapes into your body for a reason. I use your meat and blood and bones and skin like a canvas for a reason. It’s as sacred to me as it was to you. Merging our bodies together like this is an artform, and I want to study my instrument as closely as possible before you fulfill your final purpose to me. You back away now, like an animal with its leg stuck in a trap, snarling as I try to set you free. I shouldn’t blame you for your instincts, but losing your trust was like startling away a ladybug that landed on your fingertip to rest for a while. You’re making this harder for both of us. Breaking and shaping your body for my purposes is the greatest gift I could have ever given you, and the greatest purpose you will ever have. You’re a beautiful tool, when wielded in my hands.

(read the full trio of drabbles on ao3 here)

[spitefularoandbi]

It has always bothered me how aroaces can pull the "it's the same thing," bc that has been said to me before. But my aro-ness cannot be singularly just aro without being assumed to be aroace by even people I've come out to before. And so then it's made aware that I'm still allosexual, just like I was before when I came out as bi, and suddenly that's contradictory and two separate things and how uncomfortable most aces can get about allosexual things - even tho my aromanticism defines my sexuality and my sexuality is an aromantic sexuality. For me it is one and the same too, but I have to be ripped apart to just belong as "aro." Rinse, repeat, for 12 years now. Rinse, repeat.

[ahappydnp]

3 WEEKS until i meet dipnpip together for the first time ahhhhhh 😭💕💖 😭😭💕god i haven’t even picked out my outfit