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[ambagel]

I'm just laughing at the difference between my Ruggie Birthday Jacket card pulls and my Masquerade Malleus card pulls. I started with roughly 140-ish pulls, but I had to go all the way to 200 pity for Malleus. I finished all the twistune missions and kept doing them for achivements, I was basically running twistunes all day long, I leveled up a bunch of R and Sr cards, at one point I accidentally wasted a ten pull on Jade's jacket banner and almost screamed. By the time I got the last pull I was so mad that I smacked the screen when he showed up. Then Ruggie, I save for months to make sure this won't happen again, and first try there he is 💃 I've since forgiven Malleus but it's very funny to me how different these two went🤸‍♀️ I expect my Silver birthday pulls to be hell

[deoidesign]

Sketching

[melonteee]

the reason everyone needs to watch one piece at least once is because it will reset what a dilf actually is for a lot of people

[paanzermensch]

Really wanted to draw these three

[loopnoid]

a pity she does not exist a shame he's not a.....

[squigglyoctosquigglez]

i just finished the christmas that goes wrong 2 hour radio thing and . i had a thought

[superbly-aged-water]

time locked fawcett save me time locked fawcett.

there are so many funny concepts that come from fawcett having old timey cartoon logic it occupies so much space in my brain. like there are def mobsters in the city that say “scram! it’s the fuzz!” like. they still use the word drag like “i don’t mean to be a drag or anything”. their clocks have radium. their pipes are lead. the practice of rubbing whiskey on teething babies gums was still fading out. cars didn’t have seatbelts. they speak in vaguely transatlantic accents. they don’t know what a high five is.

[candycandy00]

I turn 40 this month.

[emily-mooon]

Haha! I made my own outfit meme with vintage paper dolls outfits!

I was inspired by this one here as I adore vintage fashion and I thought why not make my own! I also noticed that the other one didn’t have really any masc fits, which makes me a bit sad cause men’s fashion in the 60s is just amazing. I will add that it was a bit hard to find outfits that weren’t plain boring suits so I don’t blame the person who originally made the one that inspired me for not having any.

Since I’m also still taking requests for the other one, pls specify which outfit you want or else I’ll get confused. You can do that by either saying the one I made after the outfit number or by screenshoting the outfit(s) you’d like. It helps me a lot :]

Also to any artists who see this, feel free to reblog and use yourself! I might send in a request myself ;]

[delta-piscium]

@steddie-week day 1: Hunger | 1.1k words cw: light angst in that Steve is a little sad/dealing with some mental stuff but like hurt/comfort (not EDs which mental stuff combined with the prompt word might make it seem like, hunger is used as a metaphor)

Sometimes Steve doesn’t talk to anyone for days. He just shuts himself in his room and hides, barely leaves his bed. Pretends he doesn’t exist, or that time has stopped and he’s the only thing that exists.

Sometimes, he’ll go back too soon, feel bad for the ignored calls and drag himself out of bed to see the people who matter most to him. But it won’t feel warm and soft those times. He’ll be too raw and It’ll feel like they’re grabbing his insides and eating them. Pulling his heart and brain out of his body and devouring them without letting him eat theirs in return. 

Usually, he’s okay with that. He knows his place, he knows that’s what he’s for. For other people to get fed. And he’s happy to feed, to do that for them. 

He loves them, of course he’s gonna give himself over. It’s just that sometimes they take too much. They don’t know they do he thinks, they don’t know they’re eating him alive. That he’s presenting himself on a silver platter and letting them take take take, and that sometimes they take too much.

That’s why he disappears, so he can grow back. So he can give more. Because if he stops giving he's afraid they’ll get tired. He won’t be useful, he can’t give when he’s like that. He starts craving, he starts wanting. He feels starved and wants to take and feed too, and that’s not part of the deal. He’s not supposed to eat, he’s supposed to be eaten. So when he turns hungry and ravenous he hides, he isolates. 

Robin is the only one who truly gets this about him, who doesn’t take and demand. She gently accepts the things he gives and never without giving too, forcing him to stay whole. It’s overwhelming and sometimes he has to hide from that too, he doesn’t know how to deal with the force of it. He’s so used to the constant hunger it’s a shock when it’s gone but he’s gotten better. And anyway, he and Robin are part of one whole so whatever is given or taken between them is never really gone. It stays with both of them.

Robin is the only one, or she was the only one he should say. Because now there’s Eddie. Eddie who gives and gives and gives, almost as much as he does. But who doesn’t seem to dwindle and dim like Steve does. Who doesn’t seem to starve or hunger. Eddie who notices when Steve does, when he stumbles and gets greedy. Who holds him up and makes him whole with a look, a touch, a word. 

Eddie who breaks in through his window when he shuts himself in his big empty house and lays with him in his bed, softly telling Steve stories and running his fingers through his hair. 

It’s wonderful.

It's the worst. 

“I’m afraid you’re gonna end up as empty as me,” Steve tells him, whispers it into the dark. “That you’re here now and you’re giving and I’m taking and you’re gonna be the one left with nothing.” 

Eddie doesn’t respond immediately but hums in acknowledgment, lets him know he heard and is thinking. 

“This is good for me too,” he says eventually, “being with you and resting. Getting to be here for you when you never used to let anyone but Robin be. It’s good for me too.” 

“It can be good and still drain you.” Says Steve, knows it to be true. He doesn’t resent giving the way he does, he loves it, it’s good. It drains him. 

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, “this doesn’t drain me, you’re comforting me too. It’s balanced.” 

Balanced. That’s what Robin tells him too. That’s what Nancy sometimes asked him for when they dated and he couldn’t let her see the cracks. That’s what he wonders about with his other friends. 

He doesn’t usually know how to do that. He doesn’t know where the lines are. He doesn’t understand how Eddie knows. 

“You let me give, and I let you give, so it’s balanced. We don’t take from each other, we gift and we receive. It’s balanced. You have to let other people give sometimes too, Steve.” 

It hits something deep in him, the last words. He knows this, he doesn’t want to know it. 

“I’m afraid they won’t. if I open myself up to it. If I ask, I’m afraid they won’t.” He says it so quietly it’s almost inaudible but Eddie hears. 

His hands still in Steve’s hair for a moment before moving again, gently scratching his scalp. 

“I know baby. But that’s not fair, they want to give too. If they knew how much they took without giving back they’d be heartbroken. It’s not fair to you or them.” 

Steve lets Eddies words wash over him, he knows he’s right. They’d be nauseous with it. His sweet wonderful friends and family would be crushed.

“Sometimes it will happen, maybe,” Eddie continues when Steve doesn’t respond beyond a sharp breath in. “Sometimes people won’t know how to give after only getting but you gotta let them try. Sometimes they’ll learn and adjust, sometimes they won’t and you’ll have to deal with that. But you can’t starve yourself like this because you won’t let them try.” 

"What if I take too much?"

"Then they talk to you, like you should talk to them."

“When did you get so wise,” Steve snorts, his voice is tight but he makes the effort, tries to lighten the mood. Deflects, like he always does. 

Eddie lets him, a little, knows Steve has to. But he’s still serious when he answers.

“Wayne is like a never-ending well of insight and digging around in everything, never lets me get away with shit.” 

The opposite of Steve’s parents who were the first to take from him and never give, never look into his eyes and tell him to eat. 

“He’s a good guy,” Steve tells Eddie instead of weighing him down more than he already has. Instead of acknowledging and relieving the hunger pang that strikes him at the thought. Even now, here, he doesn’t know how. 

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “I’m here to relay his wisdom, like playing telephone with whatever stuff he teaches me. The things your parents took away from you.”

Eddie still knows, of course, he does. He always knows.

“And what do you get?” Steve has to ask.

“I get you. I get everything.”

Steve smiles, turns around to kiss Eddie. He doesn’t feel empty when Eddie kisses him back, hungry. When he takes and devours. 

[mymarifae]

really dreading mizu5 tbh. yes the writing around mizuki has generally been really well done and it feels thoughtful and intentional, but it'd be a very easy and very instantaneous thing. to just throw four years worth of build-up in the fucking garbage. or maybe nothing of substance will get confirmed at all because they decided they like making money. maybe it'll just be bad and this is all a waste of time and no one's going to be happy. maybe i should obtain a grenade launcher and play with it

[dostoyevsky-official]

Who do Russians support in the American election?

by and large russians support trump, if they care enough about the elections at all. among the pro-government, pro-war (and in a healthy chunk of the apathetic demographic), trump easily wins, for i think obvious reasons. even among the opposition, trump still garners a healthy chunk of support, because many in this group have a distorted view of american politics, believe it to be a "normal" country, think american cops are good in contrast to russian ones, and think climate change policies are socialism. many people in nyc russian communities who are anti-putin will have voted for trump today.

[wanderingmind867]

I've made posts where I complained about DC having too many teenage sidekicks, but those weren't fully built on hatred. Those posts started from me hating batman, them realizing robin was originally 7, and it spiralled from there. But on reflection, I'll forgive it for one reason: batman works better with robin. Legitimately, having a kid there helps keep it fun and light. Even in the 40s (when they regularly fought killers), having a kid there helped keep it lighthearted and fun. You notice that they wrote Robin out in the late 60s, because they wanted to make Batman more edgy? Yeah, they did. And that was the worst decision i think they could ever have written.

[herbaklava]

I literally hate my entire wardrobe except for a few things. I don’t even like going outside at all anymore because I don’t feel comfortable or confident in anything I have. I want to get some new clothes that I can feel good in, but I’m a broke college student and it seems like everything ethical is crazy expensive and everything affordable is extremely unethical omg

[saintshigaraki]

will never forget when i was talking to a childhood friend and she was going on and on about how hot her prof was and she showed me a picture and it was literally and im not joking an OLD MAN ! an OLD MAN ! GERI FUCKING ATRIC

[haloslips]

i miss this webbed site so much i feel like i'm missing out on updates from my friends and also i just love it here bc it feels like home HOWEVER. i simply do not know how to effectively use it. i feel like i scroll pretty often at work and then i go to a friend's blog and there are SO MANY posts that i've missed like hello!! begging tumblr patio to let me create custom dashboards like i would pay your stupid diamond price for that