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Shinsou "I dont know why she's into me either" Hitoshi
ALWAYS on his "am shy and humble or actually just cocky" shit because sometimes this means he's holding your palms in his hands and getting all watery-eyed because he thinks you're WAY too good for him ... and other times it means cheers-ing someone when they get snotty about how you're out of his league.
They're trying to piss him off, meanwhile he's just raising his glass an tipping a shot back, kinda smirking, all: "cheers, I'll drink to that!" (then going home to make sure you aren't about to leave him--as if he doesn't have ROCK HARD ABS he wants you grinding against every night. why would you ever give that up????? adjflakdhj)
Not to mention all the times Denki asks him how he managed to score you and Shinso genuinely goes blank and has to take 20 minutes to ponder it too:
#shinso#staring out the window dead*ss only to come back like... idk man.#no im just kidding bc this is so real#same as always almost but he's so awed that he has you that he can't let anything disturb that peace#it's funny bc dudes are like 'ummmmmmm shinso is so mean and offputting..' and ur like 'THAT CUDDLE BUG? NO HE'S NOT????'#tbh everyone is confused lmao until they see him with u and u seem him with them#like u knew he was antisocial but u just forgot he was like. actually deadpan ignoring people he's not close with#but then he's kissing the back of your hand and your cheeks when it's just you too and no one's looking#like sir??? huh????#plus he's hot as all f*ck so whys he ..kinda... begging you not to leave him???? sir. be for real.#BUT THATS ANOTHER THING HE LOVES. U 24/7 but when ur possessive or out on a date he's so MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE#before getting all flustered at himself#lmaoooo dflajklehfjalksdjfoija .dfjhakljsdhfkjadfklsja#hdsjkf i want him#hope this was okay!#caitie things#gen#anon
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
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#columbo#season 10#caution murder can be hazardous to your health#now sir is this like blockbuster where you'll let me...uh huh. okay good
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Y’all’ve seen that random pic of Dev Patel as Gawain from The Green Knight holding that absolutely massive realistic heart right
#the green knight#the green knight 2021#tgk#gawain#sir gawain and the green knight#a24#tw heart#i dont know if that needs to be tagged or not#this looks like a tarot card!#the green knight fanart#dev patel#this thing is happening now where i don't draw for a week and when I finally get to sit down i don't have any like mojo so I drew this to#get back in the swing of things#like is this a deleted scene??#it's just a pic of dev patel smiling and holding an absolutely GIANT realistic heart like HUH#art#digital art#csp#clip studio paint#artists on tumblr#also i have like 2 bbc ghosts wips and a falsettos wip and am thinking about a starkid wip just AUGH#i don't have time hardly anymore lmao
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Had a divine experience this week when a very pretty man who has previously said he'd probably lose a fight against me randomly picked me up like I weighed literally nothing
#personal post#i am not immune to occasionally being demonstrated how small i am by people who don't rub it in all the time#think i briefly saw god when my feet touched the ground again and he was like#huh I didn't think id manage to do that#sIR#im being very having a crush about normal things again dont mind me#ill probably reread this in a few weeks and cringe
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The Egg Bois have no one to take orders from after Sir Pentious dies. Then they see Lucifer and immediately follow him around and unlike Alastor who didn't like being tailed by the annoying yappy yokes, Lucifer is enthralled by them because they are like little ducklings forming a line as if Lucifer is their mother
One egg boi, Frank, is the only one that stuck to Alastor, and Al makes it clear he wants him to go away but Frank stays with him. One time when Al was cooking, Frank asked if he could help and Al thought for a moment, grinned, picked up the egg, and plopped him in the boiling pot. Unfortunately, Frank did not hard boil, in fact, he enjoyed the hot bath, and the rest of the egg bois ran inside as Lucifer entered the kitchen and screamed in horror at the display but the rest of the eggs hopped around Al's feet, pulling at his trousers asking to join the bubble bath.
FRANK STAYING WITH ALASTOR IS SO CUTE MY HEART JUST EXLODED
Alastor trying to boil Frank is just fogjwenweln 🤣 I can see that. The fact that it's not working AND Frank's enjoying himself AND the other eggbois want to join in makes it all so much better.
Also, the other eggbois following Lucifer around like ducklings 🥺 that's adorable.
#I saw a post about the eggbois forcefully adopting Alastor as their new “boss” after Sir Pentious dies#and I think about that a lot#Like they automatically flock to him because they're confused about where Pentious went#they have no one to direct them#and the last person who they did take orders from was Alastor#so they went straight to him#I think about it so much I'm actually considering writing a little one-shot about it#where Alastor is annoyed at first#but he grows kind of fond of them over time#they're like a bunch of little Niffty's but there's multiple of them and they don't have all of her feral gremlin energy#and ANGST TWIST#Alastor gets used to their presence and enjoys having them around#and then Heaven finds a way to get them back to Sir Pentious#but Alastor doesn't want them to go now#they're HIS eggbois#if Pentious wanted to keep them then maybe he shouldn't have died#huh?? did they ever think of that???#of course they didn't#lol#i love this#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin alastor#the radio demon#lucifer morningstar#lucifer magne#hazbin lucifer#lucifer hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer
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@jegulus-microfic june 19 — mechanic — 843 words aka motocross enthusiasts to future boyfriends
James hastens to unclip and throw off his helmet. Carelessly, he throws it to the side where it lands with a dull thud in the foliage while he runs over to the person that just slipped off their motocross bike in front of him.
They were racing each other.
He came out of nowhere, appearing on the trail right next to James. As if he’d materialized himself out of thin air. Decked out in all black and bike an atrocious lime yellow-green that doesn’t blend with the background of the forest even if it wanted to.
He’d snaked his way in front of James when their twin paths united again. Two fingers were tipped from his helmet in a mock salute and then he’d accelerate hard and fast, swirling dirt at James’ helmet visor.
And, well. James has never said no to a challenge a day in his life. Especially from such a cheeky opponent. So James had revved his engine and done his best to keep up and find ways to overtake his mysterious challenger.
The thing is, the other guy was fast. Quick and nimble on his bike, winding between trees and seeking out every opportunity to get a good head start. Jumping off hills instead of taking them easier, dangerous maneuvers, snapping branches and leaving behind angry wheel tracks.
And James was chasing. As soon as the trees cleared a little James managed to pull almost level with him. The biker threw multiple looks over his shoulder when he noticed and James’ grin sharpened when he heard a short laugh from his front left. They parted ways when James chose to round a hill instead of going up and over it, slowing down to keep out of the other’s landing range.
But just as quickly James’ smile was gone.
Maybe the ground was muddier than the guy thought or he got too high-spirited. His hind wheel slipped right from underneath him upon hitting the ground again, making him tumble forward with the remaining momentum and his bike sideways.
Now, James skidders down onto his padded knees next to the body laying in the dirt. “Fuck, hey! You okay?”
He gets a groan in response, raspy and breathless.
And then James gets all breathless when the other guy weakly shoves off his own helmet. It’s pale skin contrasting starkly with his all black getup, dark curls tumbling onto his forehead and stormy eyes fluttering up at him.
Oh.
The gorgeous man on the ground grunts vaguely, “Never been better.”
James makes a skeptical noise. “Hey, open your eyes for me again. Can you see clearly?”
Slowly, grey eyes blink open and try focusing on James’ figure kneeling over him. His lips part around a silent gasp once they’re wide open, looking at James intensely. “Um, yeah,” he answers.
James’ mouth tips into a grin. “Hi there.”
“Hi,” the other breathes weakly.
“And your name is?”
“Regulus.”
James hums, “And how many fingers do you see, Regulus?” He holds up 3.
“Three,” Regulus answers dutifully.
James switches his fingers, holding his thumb to his forefinger, the tips of both of them creating a little heart. “And how many now?” James smirks.
Regulus’ wide eyed glance turns into a scowl, lips pouting as he pushes James’ hand away with a grumbling noise. James doesn’t miss the way his cheeks pinken though.
Regulus tries to sit up but he immediately plops back onto his elbows with a groan.
“Don’t be a hero,” James admonishes and pushes him to lay back down.
“How’s my bike?” Regulus wants to know. It’s quiet safe for the sounds of the forest, birds chirping, wind rustling the thicket.
James looks over his shoulder where the lime green atrocious is laying sideways in the leaves. The motor isn’t on anymore but it doesn’t look bent or scratched. “Looks in okay shape,” James replies, turning back to Regulus. He’s looking up at him with an uneasy gleam in his bright eyes. James drives a hand through his hair, licks his lips. Regulus’ eyes follow the motion. ”Easily fixable, I bet,” James reassures, “Probably just some of the electronics impacted.”
Regulus lets his head thump back into the foliage with an unhappy groan.
James grins. “Hey, y’know what? I’ll take you to my mechanic. Guy’s awesome! Funniest person I know and he really knows his bikes.”
James expects Regulus to lighten up and be thankful for the offer but instead he’s met with an almost patronizing smile in return. “Hard pass. I already have a trusted mechanic.”
James narrows his eyes, feeling defensive. “Well, your loss then. Sirius always does a flawless job for a good price. Plus,” he grins again, “His fancy ass espresso machine makes a mean hot chocolate. And he lets me have one every time.” James nods to himself, feeling victorious.
Something flits over grey eyes and then Regulus’ own lips tip onto a smirk. “I know,” he answers and James is properly confused for a few momentps before Regulus goes on. “I bought it for my brother.”
#jegulus microfic#one could say regulus really FELL in love with james there huh#Huh? do you get it?? cause he *gunshot*#cant help myself with the bad dad jokes guys you know me#did anyone catch the seeker and chaser reference?T~T#anywho#jegulus#MEET CUTE guys<3 i’m a sucker for a meet cute#also not james going 🫰🏼#like sir. regulus probably has a mild concussion#starchaser#sunseeker#james potter#regulus black#lune’s tiny fic#(can i please get applause for actually writing a Micro fic for once. please and thank you)#wow im chatty today#wrote this in the car with my family lmao#anywho kiss for u if you’ve read this far
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Etho, parking a boat and making eye contact: Joel. Get in. Joel, hesitantly approaching boat: The fandom's gonna go crazy, Etho. We can't do this. Etho, rowing away with Joel riding behind him now: W-we're reliving the past, Joel, right now. Remember the good old days, just me and you? Joel: I do. Etho: Riding the boats? Joel: Aw, The Relation ship. Etho: ... Back when you cared about me. Joel: I still care, Etho. It's just... Etho: You still care? Joel: It's just, y'know... Etho: We hardly see each other anymore. Joel: I know, I know, but that's because I'm with the Mounders now. You better not be rowing me over this edge. Etho, approaching a ravine: I'm taking you to the Heart Foundation. Joel: ... What? Is that where you live? Etho: No, I'm like in the corner by it, though... Joel: Okay, this is dangerous. Etho, muttering: We're not gonna make this. Whoooa- Joel, disembarking with a hop: Well, that was lovely. Etho: Well, this is where the relationship ends!
Boat Boys conversation from Secret Life that made me laugh
22:10 of Joel's Session 4 & 19:17 of Etho's Session 4
#Boat Boys#EthosLab#Joel Smallishbeans#Secret Life#trafficblr#smalletho#mcyt#traffic soulmates#Double Life#Etho sir why are you taking your ex to the Heart Foundation#Sir??#Posting separate from my giant liveblog bc I liked it#Secret Life spoilers#traffic spoilers#Etho really just wants to be affectionate to someone huh#traffic life smp#Secret Life SMP spoilers#Riddle watches Traffic
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me when people disrespect s4 and s5
#tdp#the dragon prince#ppl out here with meta takes on youtube and it's like#sir this is like baby's first puzzle and you cannot put the pieces together#nobody ever goes 'huh maybe i should rewatch retrospectively' anymore when something surprises them#THEY JUST ASSUME THERE'S NO BUILD UP LIKE GOOD GOD#mine#arc 2#is better than arc 1 fucking hell
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EWAN MITCHELL for BadTaste.it (via andrea.bed3schi on IG)
#sir you can't sit there with your collarbones out like that#ewan mitchell#saltburn press#saltburn#michael gavey#man they sure said hydrated skin that day huh#ewan nation#ewan mitchell edit#hoosbandewangifs#badtaste#badtasteit
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okay so two ways to take this:
poseidon is full of shit. polyphemus is his son but doesn't want to tell his niece that because it makes him look bad.
poseidon is telling the truth, and was pissed off at odysseus for secret reasons unrelated to polyphemus. important note: this still makes him look bad.
edit: oh. so he was telling the truth
#hades 2#hades 2 spoilers#poseidon#polyphemus#caps#HEY LORD UNCLE. WHAT THE FUCK BY THE WAY#“oh i'll just go ahead in this one file and continue leveling up keepsakes and shit. i'm prolly not gonna run into anything wild”#not 3 chambers in poseidon hits me with this. huh. sir can you elaborate on that maybe please#why would you do that. why are you telling me. i like. super don't believe you by the way!!!!
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hey game theory editors why is there so much effort put into this segment . is one of you a sunhinged fan . its okay you can tell me
#I saw the smile and my jaw dropped like . hi . hi sir#there was so much effort put into that part of the video in general#this is the only part of the video where a fucking animation like that happens btw#you really like his leary eyes too huh#cal cackles#fnaf sun#sundrop#dca fandom#game theory
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any time caspian enters a scene i have the one audio that's like "wow what great options, this is going to be so hard" "oh sisters i'm back from war" "HELLO SAILOR" just run through my mind
#This silly little guy has me tweak SO HARD#I LOVE HIM /P#HIS CHARACTER DESIGN AND JUST PERSONALITY#LIKE UGHHH LEAVE SWAG AND CHILL FOR THE REST OF US SIR#hes so silly#i love caspian :)#my sillies#(guys wdym i dont have a favorite npc huh what)
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back in the states and accidentally said “zed” instead of “zee” and now I’m being beat with sticks and rocks
#BAHAHHAHAA#so EMBARRESING FOR SOME REASON#guy on the phone was like ‘woah are you using the queens language with me???’ LIKE HUH SIR NO I WAS JUST IN CANADA FOR TOO LONG SO SORRY#AND I KEEP SAYING SOURRY UGH#INSTWAD OF U KNOW SORRY
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etho can’t keep getting away with this. he can’t keep showing the most disgusting, avant garde group of blocks no one has ever thought to combine before and then somehow turn it into a masterpiece
#im ALWAYS like oh no…. sir….. what is this and then promptly have my mind blown#like with bdubs builds im nodding along like uh huh uh huh that makes sense i see the process#but ethos builds just come out of nowhere. totally blindside me#ethoslab#hc10#mightaswellspeak
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Sami and Jey at it again with the tags at WWELive Dublin (feat. a very relatable Kevin and some unexpected homophobia from Elton Prince of all people)
#jey uso#sami zayn#samijey#wwe#wweedit#kevin owens#stuff i made#PLEASE WHAT ARE THEY DOING#YALL HAVEN'T EVEN TECHNICALLY MADE PEACE ONSCREEN YET#why is jey acting like he's savoring the moment#you stop that bs right now sir#i cant believe pretty deadly ruined it#they really said no one is allowed to out-gay us huh#also lmfao at karl not giving a shit about any of what's happening meanwhile doc is intrigued
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