#it's in australia btw

[the-uncanny-dag]

If you like how the freaks at IWTV use paintings in their narrative &/or Claudeleine, you will love The Victory of Faith by Saint George Hare

[areawest]

ok I’m trying to see something here

[bread--quest]

visitor at our museum made a comment today that made me question a lot of things so i'm making a poll about it

the scenario: it is a beautiful day outside and by beautiful i of course mean "cloudy with a chance of rain". sky is gray. smells rainy. possibly already drizzling. you don't really know How rainy it's going to get, but there will definitely be Sky Water happening for a good portion of the day.

also feel free to mention where you're from, if you think it's relevant or just want to give a shout out to your location

[elainiisms]

it's almost like... if you play a movie in 10 cinemas worldwide, it doesn't do as well as it could 🤯🤯

[aquarines]

i aspire to be as chronically offline as sam reid

[filibusterfrog]

east coast woes (one day apart)

[knifeslidez]

U N K I L L A B L E

[shiftythrifting]

The Solemn Pirate Mug, and at a different store, Zootopia (possibly bootleg?)

[zedxspacess]

I love how Nigel was being the most biased motherfucker in that video package by deliberately stitching together moments of him beating up Bryan and talking about him destroying Bryan so badly it haunts him to this day.

In reality, Bryan has 8 wins to Nigel's 3 and 2 draws across different promotions, and Nigel has never won with a clean pin. It was either countout or some kind of shenanigans were involved. Projection.

[onadarklingplain]

hi! your hairpin turns alex pov fic just reminded me I had the thought recently (possibly while rereading hairpin turns): how would Alex react to an injured/ill George? it’s more commonly canonically Alex w the tough injury history but maybe something to be considered w George’s heatstroke? is George’s appendix still all in order? thought I would kick this thought your way in case it sparks interest

i love this ask, such an important question!! and i thought about this for ages while stuck in traffic, so thank you for that gift. my answer is that he would react like a freak. “Turn bloody six, huh.” It's the first words either of them had said since George opened the door to his hotel room, and before he can stop himself, Alex adds, “Let me see, then.”  

George reaches for the hem of his team shirt immediately, without protest, and for a second, something inside of Alex clenches at the look on George’s face, at the way his mouth twists, lips pressing together until they’re white at the edges. Then, all Alex can see is the bruises — the marks from the seatbelt clear against his chest, already starting to turn dark. He can even see the indent of the buckle, the place where the six straps met. 

“Jesus,” he says before he can stop himself.

George looks trapped in his top, elbows bent and hovering in the air awkwardly, like he can’t extend his arms far enough to untangle himself, body frozen like he’s on the edge of too much hurt. Alex is a moron for asking — he should've known better.

“Here,” he says, hating how his voice sounds, tight and choked, and he lets himself step closer until he can help tug the shirt off the last little bit. It’s a dangerous feeling — he’s close to George, and he didn’t come over to try it on, even if George’s hair is all tousled, his face suddenly flushed. Alex makes himself look back at the bruises instead, the way they reach up over his shoulders, the neat lines clear and stark.

“Alonso’s a prick,” Alex offers. “It was a fucking brake check, I watched your onboard.”

“I know, that’s what I told the stewards,” George says, terse like he’s tired of going over it. “But like, time penalty for him and a DNF for me so — not really a fair trade.”

“At least you had a proper reason to bin it. I’d take that just about now,” Alex says, and he tries to laugh. He realises too late that his hands are on George’s sides, palms warming from the heat of George's skin, his fingers slotting into the notches of George’s ribcage.

“Alex,” George starts, but Alex shushes him; he’s tired of it too. He’s heard it all from James already. He presses his thumbs into George’s skin just a little to accentuate the point, rubbing gentle circles against the ridges of bone.

George takes in a sharp breath immediately, and when Alex checks his face, he looks hurt, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his screwed closed. When Alex presses in a little more firmly, George lets out a groan, low and fractured, like he’s trying to hold it back.

Alex thinks about driving past George’s flipped car on the track, the underside of the chassis exposed and vulnerable. He hadn’t been able to see George, not even when he had checked his mirrors, looking back for the bright blue of his helmet, his race boots. The marshalls were still at the edges of the track, waiting for the cars to clear.

Alex lets himself trace up the bruises until his hands are resting against George’s chest, fingers brushing up against the slope of his neck. He watches carefully as George licks the corner of his lip, watches the slow, content way he blinks. When Alex presses in with the heels of his palms, feeling the slide of George’s muscles under his skin, he watches as George’s face twists again, his body flinching away automatically.

“Sorry,” Alex says, his heart beating too fast. Shit, shit. He’s — he lifts his hands away from George’s skin immediately; they feel cold again — cold and strange, like they’re not even a part of him. Caught awkwardly in the air between their bodies, he clenches them into fists to stop himself from doing anything else. “Sorry, I didn’t —”

He had listened to George’s radio while he was still at the track , they all had. It’s crazy how fast things make it onto Twitter, the sharp panic of George’s voice broadcast for everyone in the world to hear, replay. In the sudden frozen stillness, it’s all he can think about, a horrible echo in his head: red flag.

“No,” George says, and his hands are closing around Alex’s wrists before Alex even registers that George is moving, his grip firm and steady. “You can. It felt — it was good.”

“Good?” Even though he tries to keep the surprise out of his voice, he can hear it there, can feel his eyebrows raising. “You looked — I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just —” He doesn’t know how to finish the sentence, doesn’t know how to justify it. He hardly knew why he did anything anymore, when it came to George.  

“I know,” George says, sounding naked and honest. He’s closed his eyes, like he doesn’t want to have to see Alex looking at him. “I know, but it felt — I liked it.”

“You liked it?” Alex clarifies, because he has to know. He waits until George nods once, fast and small, before he lets himself touch George again, pressing in against his chest, harder this time, with intent. Alex breathing fast now, out of control, and when George whines, his mouth falling open, Alex swears.

“Georgie,” he says, and he can’t even think about the way his voice breaks around the word. He isn’t ready for it when George kisses him, leaning forward until their bodies are flush, Alex’s hands still trapped between them. There’s a desperation to it that Alex can’t help but feed into — the culmination of a weekend that had seemed to last an eternity, the whole world waiting for him to fuck up again.

“What were you going to say?” Alex asks. “What did it feel like? Tell me.”

“It felt like,” George starts, and when Alex lets his fingers flex against George’s pec in encouragement, he has to swallow before he can get out the rest of the sentence. “It felt like all there was only you. It felt like you were the only thing.”

[big-box-of-kinda-silly-fop-ideas]

I dunno if i still like this... but here's a silly au what if dimmsdale was a australian suburb. That's it its just the fairly oddparents but in an australian context cause why not. Every character is basically the same personality wise but more Australian.

Let me explain the house things, like in primary school/elementary during like sport events the kids get split into four house colours (usually red, blue, green and yellow) and stereotypically yellow is always dead last and Blue is always number one.

I kinda enjoyed designing school uniforms, this batch of doodles brought me some nostalgia (i think i'm going to rewatch little lunch).

[pennumbra]

Guess what finally arrived! 🌙✨

Our (@xannerz and I) Cass pin is finally in-hand and we're so excited! I'll be looking through them, grading (standard and flawed), and taking more photos in better lighting, and then we'll officially open up for business- hopefully this Friday (9/27) so I'll be able to pack and ship out orders over the weekend.

We don't really have enough stock to warrant a storefront anywhere, so sales will be done directly through DMs and PayPal goods & services.

Standard grades will be $35! She's 2.5", hard enamel.

Shipping = $5 USA; Please DM me for International (CAN, AUS, UK) orders! (We want to make international shipping as accessible as possible!)

Keep an eye out for the official sales announcement soon, and feel free to reach out if you have any questions!

[eldritchtransmasccrow]

CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY! I BEG!!! WWHO'S UP FOR CALVIN (MINECRAFT:FROM THE FOG SEASON 2) HEADCANONS!! if you see any mistakes; no, no you don't. but anyways yeah just taking a moment to look at calvin's reactions and stuff and I was instantly reminded of a deer, so here we are- You might see this get posted by another person on twitter soon, if that happens dw they're a friend- Calvin doesn't have tumblr and I dont have twitter,. ANYWAYS! reblogs are appreciated, greatly!!

[ging-ler]

A lil Namari for @jutsuuu happy birthday CJ!!

[human-encounters-diary]

Day 5

I successfully made contact with the human today. As per usual, I completed my cyclic meal intake, but did not come across the human. When I arrived at my work station, the human was already present. She turned around to me and once again, her face warped into a horrifying grimace similar to the one on the second day, baring her teeth and raising the corners of her mouth in a rather threatening manner. I recoiled, although fortunately, the grimace was gone as soon as it had appeared. The human did not seem to notice my discomfort, and simply turned back to her work station.

After a moment, I felt secure enough to approach my own work station. As we worked in silence, I pondered if this was perhaps not a sign of aggression, but rather a way of greeting among humans. Although this thesis could not be supported by any real evidence, as baring ones teeth was a universal sign of aggression among most species.

The human, suddenly, seemingly without any indicator, spoke up: "Y‘know, I just realized that I never asked your name. That must‘ve seemed terribly rude of me." "I was not upset by your behaviour", I decided on after a moment.

"So what is your name?" "My species does not participate in the gifting of individual names.", I explained. "We simply address each other by their titles or their profession. I am addressed as 'mechanic'." 

"But that‘s…boring and sad." My front pliers uttered a rattling sound. "I have never known anything else." Her vocal cords vibrated, producing a barely detectable humming sound. 

The silence did not last long. "Can I ask you a kind of personal question? You don‘t have to answer, obviously…I was just wondering: Do…all of your species look like you? Kind of like, insect-looking, six legs, pliers, compound eyes type?"

"The anatomy of my species does not wary greatly. We all look quite similar, yes." "Oh, cool"

I tried to word my own following question as polite as possible: "What…about your species? Do your individuals vary greatly from each other in terms of physique?" 

"Well…kind of. I mean, we all have, like, the same 'ground structure', I guess you‘d call it? Like, anatomy-wise? But we like, can vary in, for example skin colour, eye colour, hair colour, height, weight, so shape, basically. Uuh yeah, that‘s what‘s coming into my head right now." She had started 'counting' with her fingers while she spoke, taking one finger for every thing she listed.

"That is quite astounding, compared to my species.", I informed her. "Yeah, I guess you could say so…", she opened and closed her mouth, producing a clicking sound as her teeth clashed together. Seemingly, she had wanted to say another thing, but decided against it.

Before I was able to strike up another conversation, Wrin walked, or rather, stumbled into the main control room, a bottle in their gloved hand. They informed me that, apparently, there was another leak in one of the machinery rooms that they wanted me to have a look at. Although I doubted their words, I followed them nonetheless, even if it was solely to reassure them. 

As it transpired, there was an actual leak, which I had to spend the rest of the cycle repairing and checking that there was further damage or similar leaks, since there had been two in a row in a rather short matter of cycles.

When I eventually finished the task at hand, the cycle had almost come to an end and the human had left the premises to indulge in her (now dark) recharging time session.

As I stated in the report prior to this one, I do not draw conclusions, but I have a slight presentiment that the human may like me.

[stormyy-bluezz01]

we're superior fr 😎