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[jaquellejohnson]

I remember watching one of MGK acting movies

My favorite one so far is: Project Power, Good Mourning, The Last Son, and Nerve.

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[the-king-of-lemons]

has anyone posted about the minecraft live update leak on here yet?

[beepboopappreciation]

Shoutout to robot and AI enjoyers who post about overlooked characters

Shoutout to robot and AI enjoyers who reblog posts about overlooked characters

Shoutout to robot and AI enjoyers who write fics about overlooked characters

Shoutout to robot and AI enjoyers who draw fanart of overlooked characters

Shoutout to overlooked robot and AI characters

Raising a glass for all of the Johnny 5 fans, the Robot Jones fans, the Colossus fans, the WX-78 fans, the Momo fans, the SHODAN fans, the Mr. Smith fans, the Cortana fans,

Fans of each and every single robot and AI character who doesn't get enough recognition,,,,, this one's for you!!!!!

[mandiemegatron]

ᴋɪᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇ. ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ꜱᴜɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴀɢᴇꜱ. ᴍᴅɴɪ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴀʙᴇʟᴇᴅ 18+.

ʟᴀᴡ'ꜱ ᴠᴇʀꜱ.

It was a strange moment, when Kid realized he didn't want anyone else but you.

Watching you laugh and joke with those closest to him on the crew made his heart swell, though if one looked at him, you wouldn't be able to tell.

You always bothered him, as he would say, constantly checking up on him while he hid away in his workshop, bringing him snacks and drinks and sometimes even sticking around for a chat.

You annoyed him by never backing down whenever he got in your face, always barking back at him with that defiant look in your eyes. You were the only one, (other than Killer), who never let him get his way. He hated it.

You constantly filled his head with images of how perfect you'd fit together, the way your smaller hand always found his metal one when walking around a new town. You made his heart ache with how you looked up at him with those wide, wonder-filled eyes whenever he showed you cool things, always taking an interest in what he had to say.

It was the way you shook thousands of beris in his face with a loud laugh, a proud expression across his face as you took everything Wire, Heat and Bubblegum had in their pockets. How you'd taken some of your winnings and folded them neatly before sliding the bills into the pocket of Kid's open shirt, a loving grin on your face as you told him to “treat himself to something nice.”

It was how your eyes light up and filled with happy tears as he pulls a necklace he'd been working on for you for months out of his pocket and held it out to you, staring off to the side with dark cheeks and demanding you take it before he changes his mind. Nothing made his heart race faster than seeing you wear it the next day.

It was the way you held his face in your hands, wiping away dirt and blood from his skin with a worried expression after a long and tedious battle with the Marines. The way your gentle fingers pressed over his scars without fear, tracing over each one as if committing them to memory.

It was the way you welcomed him into your room, heart open and pouring out to him when you'd had a little too much to drink. The way you clung to him and begged him to never toss you aside, to treasure you and show you what being loved was supposed to feel like.

It was the way you woke up the next day in his arms, his eyes half-lidded as he watches you slowly stir and look up at him with a smile that could shatter the stars, and the way your eyes fell shut as he pulled you into your first kiss.

It was a quiet and warm moment, when Kid realized he didn't want anyone else but you.

[jrwi-eldritchstrings-event]

Eldritchstrings Event Sign-Ups Open!!

Hi! Are you looking for some Apothy fun in these trying times of no new Apothesosis episodes? Wanna get together with other toxic yuri fans to make something swag? This post is to let you know that sign-ups are now open for the Eldritchstrings Event - an event centered on Exandroth and Rumi!!

This event is solely being run by @burning-sol (me) and @exandr0th-0f-viscera (my headmate). It probably won't be that large-scale, and we'll be kind of loose with management as we get an idea of what the members involved want from the event in terms of development and a final product. Our biggest rules are to HAVE FUN and TRY YOUR BEST!! If you don't feel like you're having fun, then this event is officially so joever.

If you're interested, please read through everything after the cut, the Sign-Up Form's link is at the end!! Sign-ups close November 16th.

Who can join?

If I've blocked you that's probably a bad sign... Obviously. But other than that, no limitations we can think of! Just know that Xander and I are pro-endo and pro-mspec lesbians; so if that gives you the impression you wouldn't gel well with the group, it's best to steer clear. All we ask of our participants is that they'll...!

Communicate clearly, and consciously try to take others in good faith.

At the least tolerate their cohorts if they can't outright get along with them.

AND, most importantly, they'll reach out to us if there are any issues!! It is no bother and it's actively better for the collective if you're open about anything that may have come up :3

What's the estimated time frame?

Sign-Ups close November 16th! ..however, the time frame for development and publishing will be up to participants to decide - with that process of consultation concluding before 2025.

At the LATEST the deadline for the works themselves will be July 31st, which will leave time for the editors to finesse the final product and publish it August 27th... (the anniversary of the first Eldritchstrings post!) So if you think you could make something by July 31st, even if you're initially busy, join the sign-ups!

If you miss it you will NOT be let into the event late, unfortunately. But no worries, because if the event goes well then there's a high probability another will be held in the future! :D

What contributions are we looking for?

Firstly, anyone who can help with visual design, editing, accessibility and publishing otherwise would be appreciated! There's also room for people who have general experience overseeing events and/or those who would like to help with promotion.

There will also (potentially) be groups, so if all you wanna do is hang around in case a pinch-hitter is needed, you can do that!

In terms of those submitting work to the event, ANY form of art goes! You may want to submit something like...

Fan-fiction, poetry, essays..

Illustrations, comics…

Banners, blinkies, icons…

Moodboards, stimboards, webweaves..

Textiles, cosplay, photography…

Edits, animations, PMVs, AMVs…

Original music, playlists…

Coding, games, 3D works…

Or whatever other weird and unique things you can think of…!

Romantic, platonic, situationship... Angst, comedy, abstract works, complete bullshit… Canon, non-canon, post-canon, somewhere in between… All is welcome so long at it centers on Exandroth and Rumi!!

Our ONLY limitations are that we will NOT be allowing any erotica, and no portrayal of genitalia in terms of artistic nudity! If you are otherwise unsure your work would be allowed, feel free to ask about it!

Also! Works that are exclusive to the event would be super cool, but you can submit older art or continue to work on something from your already existing WIPs if you'd like! The only catch is that you wouldn't be able to resubmit those to any future events... So if you're okay with that, go on ahead!

..and that's about it!

Make sure you've read over this and any relevant posts on this blog thoroughly. Participants will gather in a Discord server, the invites of which will be distributed via Tumblr PMs from this blog. If you're chill with everything stated above, here's the sign-up form!!

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Note: We will not be personally promoting this event to other social medias, but you have our permission to share this sign-up with Twitter, Instagram, Tiktok, etc!!

[jonahmagnus]

Hahaha whattt

[mwagneto]

HAAANK DON'T GET MAD AT SCIFI FOR NOT MAKING SENSE HAAAAANK !!! IT'S A METAPHOR FOR REAL LIFE THAT'S MEANT TO MAKE YOU ASK QUESTIONS HANK YOU DON'T NECESSARILY HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THE EXACT MECHANICS!!!! HAAAANK

[meloartist]

season 2 when

[nosensedit]

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[seasonalflowerr]

24? 👀

24. Holding onto you by Twenty One Pilots "I'm taking over my body, back in control, no more shotty I bet a lot of me was lost, T's uncrossed and I's undotted I fought it a lot and it seems a lot like flesh is all I got Not anymore, flesh out the door, swat!" HIIII ELLA HIIIIII. i have. gem and pearl for you!! this is the first time i've ever written them so i'm sorry if it's not great- but i know you're a pearl fan so i thought i'd try it out :D the connection between the song and the fic is kinda... odd... it's not the most obvious. i'll probably leave an elaboration in the tags/below the fic if you're curious. but i just wrote the first scene that came to my mind after listening to the song on repeat for like half an hour and staring off into space. i hope you like it and i hope you're doing well <3 thanks for sending one in! spotify wrapped ask game

Pearl is patching a hole in an old hoodie.

She hasn’t always been the best at sewing—but she could manage enough to fix tears or pull at a seam or two. The red fabric is set in a rippled little pile in her lap. Her elbows dig into it as she works, warm and pilled and familiar. The needle pushes through it, dragging with it the only thread she had available to her: a bright green. 

Pearl could manage. It’d do the job. 

The poor thing is.. riddled with random stains. It’s torn in ten different places, the cuffs loose and coming undone in thin strips; overused, overworn. 

She couldn’t understand what compelled her to take the thing out and fix it. It’d been shoved to the bottom of a chest. Even still, the moment she touched it again, a strange comfort overcame her. It didn’t feel bad, but it didn’t feel good either. 

All Pearl knew is that a few minutes ago, she hadn’t wanted to look at it for a while. But..

She pushes, tugs the needle through again. 

The fresh green pops against the dull crimson—odd, but not unwelcome. The little lip of fabric from a decently sized tear, slowly but surely, is reattached to its original home. It isn’t straight; in fact, the whole thing looks a little janky. It must be curling underneath, not flat enough. Ironing would be useless now; the damage was done. 

A weird buzz washes over her with that. She shakes her head and refocuses. 

Push, grab, tug. Gently. Not too gently though, the needle won’t go through. 

Then, if it’s too hard, the needle could break. The thread could snap. She’ll have to start over again, and again after that for sure—she didn’t have the gentle hands, it just didn’t feel like it anymore. But she’d manage, Pearl was always very good at managing. Especially when the cards weren’t good. But she’d fix this, she’d solve it by next time and-

And.. Pearl has sufficiently thrusted the sharp point of her sewing needle unfortunately far into her finger. 

She yelps, yanking the tiny sliver of metal out and shooting her hand out, shaking it a few times out of instinct. It throbs, she bites her lip. There are a few scattered footsteps tracking across the room. Pearl glances up. 

“Pearl,” Gem says, taking a knee in front of her and grabbing the assailed hand, “Did you poke yourself?”

With a throat too tight—-when did that happen?--Pearl can’t do much but mutter something and nod. Gem’s eyes scan over her hand, nose scrunched up and eyebrows furrowed in concern. She singles out the wounded finger and sighs. 

“What did I say about being careful?”

“I-I was careful,” Pearl says, clearing her throat a bit, “It’s nothin’. Just wasn’t paying attention.”

“Well, you should do that better.” Gem smirks up at her, obviously teasing. “You could lose a finger.”

Everything feels tight in Pearl’s shoulders. Gods, she’d really gotten herself worked up. She forces a breath. Out of Gem’s pocket comes a band-aid. She unwraps it quickly, holding some of the spare wrappings in her mouth as she wraps it around Pearl’s finger, careful not to push too hard. 

“‘ere we go,” she mutters between clenched teeth before dropping the papers into her hand, speaking clearer the second time around, “All better!”

At that, Pearl’s chest tightens again. It really isn't all better—the hoodie is still in her lap. The needle is long gone. Her finger hurts. She huffs hard, like a sob was hiding in the back of her throat and she wanted to keep it there. 

“Hey. What’s up?” Gem asks, her hand resting on Pearl’s knee, “I heard ‘I’m gonna patch my hoodie’ and then silence for like.. 15 minutes.” 

Pearl avoids Gem’s gaze, thumbing at a drawstring. “Just focused.”

“Sure, Pearl.”

“What?”

“How about you look at me and tell me that?”

She doesn’t. Gem snorts. 

“Come on,” her voice softens, and she takes Pearl’s hand in hers, “I can tell you’re upset.”

When Pearl does look up, she sees Gem’s green eyes staring back at her hard. Her friend’s face holds concern, though it’s buzzing behind pink cheeks and a half-smile that feels reassuring. Out of some habit—maybe instinct, Pearl smiles a little too; not too warmly, or kindly, but bitterly.

“I can’t sew this thing.”

“No?”

“No.”

“That’s okay. There are other things you can do.”

“No- I really should fix it. It’s such a mess.”

Gem squeezes her hand. “Pearl.”

“It can’t go back into the box like this, it has to be ready for next time.”

“Next time,” Gem starts knowingly, “Isn’t in the next five minutes. You can try again another day.” 

Pearl lets out a little frustrated growl, squeezing her eyes shut. Her hands shake. She can still feel the weight of the thing in her lap. Clearly, it won’t be easy to let this idea go. It didn’t help that Gem was also stubborn and wouldn’t let it go either. Not till Pearl came to a conclusion that would ease her distress. 

“...And who knows, maybe you won’t need it,” Gem says, glancing away as if she’s afraid she’s saying something wrong, “Things could go differently.” 

“But they won’t. We both know they won’t.”

Gem doesn’t like this response, visibly pleading. 

“Pearlll…”

“Gemmmm…” Pearl mimics, unable to hide her sad smile even as she tries (and fails) to distract, “It’s fine. I just- I can’t let it go today. I need to fix this.”

Gem narrows her eyes. 

“Okay. If you feel so seriously about it, we can do it together then.” 

Pearl’s face twitches, visibly taken aback by the suggestion. 

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? I let you borrow my thread already. Might as well let me help you at this point.”

Before Pearl can even object, Gem stands up and moves to Pearl’s side on the bench. She uses her hip to nudge at Pearl’s shoulder, a silent ‘move over’ before plopping herself on the seat next to her. 

“Gem, I can do it.”

“Oh, hush. Let me see it.” 

Gem’s hands dig into the red pile and Pearl feels her fingers clench it tighter before she realizes what she’s doing, and forces her hands to relax. Even as Gem pulls it apart slightly to get a better look, Pearl won’t let it go entirely. 

“Your stitches are too tight.” 

“You have other projects.” 

“They can wait. Here, let’s get a new needle and thread.” 

Pearl knows when she has lost a battle. Against the hoodie, against the Gem (those battles were particularly easy to lose). After a few minutes, Gem has managed to give Pearl a step-by-step refresher in how to mend something, even if she didn’t really need it. Pearl fiddles with a tiny gash in the side, near a seam. The needle feels a little less like a weapon this time around. 

Gem still prattling next to her, Pearl smirks down at their shared project, fingers and hands all tangled in thread and fabric. 

“...Thanks, Gem.” ~~~~~~ i have really strong feelings about Pearl's hoodie from Double Life being a metaphor for her mental stability and physical form. Especially after being broken down and left alone for a lot of DL. it's fine. i'm fine. i also love Gem not hesitating to, in a sense, help her put herself back together a little bit. yeah. idk if ANY of that came across but even if not, i thought this was a fun little snippet. :) - rose

[bunnyboy-juice]

🍑 happy fat femme friday: ass edition 🍑

[crescentfool]

graduation day 🌸

[mandiemegatron]

ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉˢ ʷᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ; ᴷⁱᵈ&ᴷⁱˡˡᵉʳ/ᵍⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ;

ⁿᵒ ᵖʳᵒⁿᵒᵘⁿˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ, ⁿᵒ ᵍᵉⁿⁱᵗᵃˡⁱᵃ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ, ⁿᵒ ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ.

¹⁸+, ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵇˡᵘʳᵇ, ᴹᴰᴺᴵ. ᵃ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ʷᵃʸ ᴷⁱᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴷⁱˡˡᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ.

"Are you sure it's something you want to try?"

You look up at Killer through thick lashes, a small smile plastered on your lips as you murmur back,

"If I didn't want it-"

Your cut off as Kid pipes up behind you,

"You wouldn't ask for it, yeah yeah, we know, but that not what we asked."

You purse your lips slightly, glancing over your shoulder at your redhead lover as his hands, cool metal and warm flesh, graze over your naked hips with a loving touch. His face is serious as he looks at you, seated on his lap on your knees with your ass pressed against his half chub.

He's silent, just waiting for the right moment as Killer kneels in front of you, his own knees on either side of Kids, nearly pressed against your own as one of his hands gently holds a plush thigh. Killer rubs his thumb over your skin, also waiting for you to speak up.

After another moment of silence, Killer finally pipes up softly,

"We just want you to be sure. You know we never want to hurt you intentionally, never without some form of consent."

You frown slightly but give an understanding nod before you reply,

"I get it, and I promise this is something I want to try, and I only trust you two to give me this."

You turn your head again to give your big, pouty eyes to Kid who immediately tenses under you, his hands digging into your flesh a little harder as you practically beg,

"It's not too much to ask for... is it?"

The second those words leave your mouth, Killer grips your chin in his other hand, the one on your thigh now tight and aching as he almost huffs out,

"Nothing you ask for is ever too much. You're ours, and you'll always have everything you ask from us. Always."

Kid slides you back just enough for his weeping cock to slide across your tight hole, knowing you'd be so stuffed full you wouldn't walk right for a day or two.

"Whatever you ask for, you get," falls from Kid's lips before he peppers his lipstick kisses over your bare shoulder, marking your skin in his colours like always. "Anything for our Y/N."

Killer lifts his mask enough to pull you into a rough kiss as he moves closer, filled with a renewed excitement to share you with Kid. "Anything," Killer reiterated Kid's words, his own coloured lips smudging over your own and marking you as theirs.

"You spoil me..." you barely get out as they begun to devour you, your skin alight with pinpricks of pleasure. "... I love you."

There's a murmured response from both of them before their hands grip and tug at you, pulling you towards their bodies as they take what you've given to them freely.

[dreamsy990]

ive posted a ton of art recently i should get one self indulgent drawing