#made : undated

[pastadoughie]

thhankyuo twilight spartjkle

[most-datable-undatable]

[pensherosjourney]

alex nedeljkovic through the years!

draft - 2014 - 2015 2016 - 2017 - 2018 2019 - 2020 - 2021 2022 - 2023 - 2024

and some undated headshots from his ahl page which are different!

[stolenlandsshitposts]

Discovered today that this image that has lived on my computer for over a year seemingly never made it to Tumblr. Whoops

[torchvic]

been in this fandom so long i still remember when we called the dateables the UNdateables (luke was always my son even before he was part of the system they have or whatever)

[slimecicle-undates]

whats ur fav food

dude its a toss up between the nutella beavertails or poutine from smokes. i fuck up a wow sized bacon poutine with mushrooms. oh and add cheese sauce and its so good too

[neopawlibun]

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[angeltism]

I'm still so embarrassed I need to apologize I need to say sorry I need to make up for doing such a fucking stupid thing . I just . somehow . managed to convince myself someone likes me romantically !!! ??? how fucking entitled am I to be so sure that someone likes me . without them directly saying it !!!! why am I so fucking stupid I hate this so much my lungs hurt why why why why

[akuzondotcom]

Obey Me! Eye HC’s part 2. More info on my HCs down below (undateables coming soon).

Diavolo:

I debated for a long time whether I wanted Dia to have slit or round pupils. I like to take biblical inspiration for a lot of my HC’s but Dia is simply the concept of the devil, rather then being an actual demon from mythology. In the end I decided to make him look very human, save for his eyes. The devil is described as deceptive and handsome, yet something is always noticeably off. Thus I decided to make his eyes the “off” part of him.

Barbatos:

For Barbatos I took inspiration from amphibians and Reptiles. Wanting him to appear slightly uncanny. I imagine him to be much like Levi and be unblinking. However unlike Levi this isn’t because he can’t, but because he chooses not to. I also gave him red eyeshadow to mimic traditional Japanese makeup. As he always prefers the more traditional look. (Also if it looks bad it’s because I was having a bad art day for Barb)

Solomon:

Solomon is simple. Just a regular human guy. I gave him some beauty marks and made him look a tad bit older. I also gave him a rainbow ring in his otherwise black eyes, as his colour is the rainbow.

Simeon (my wife):

Simeon I wanted to be beautiful yet haunting. I imagine him to be visually impaired only able to see shapes and lights. But I also imagine he’s prone to visions of the past, present and future. These visions are sporadic, and can be mundane or important. He has no control over these visions or when they occur.

Luke (my son):

Apologies if this one looks weird, I’m not used to drawing kids 10 and under. Like I wanted to keep simple, I imagine he has a little star at the centre of his eyes that glows brighter when he’s excited. I also wanted him to have freckles and a cute Band-Aid on his nose, after all, he canonically collects them, and I imagine him to be slightly clumsy.

[pastadoughie]

reason 4 rejection : idiot cannot lite matches w/ kitty paw badly drawn kitties - 057

[jjenthusee]

Woven Hands

jason todd x reader

A/N: thank u to @heavysighing-dreamyeyes for their post linked here for their jason headcanons, they got me dancing and swinging my feet while I wait for my classes. 🤭 ENJOY my small drabble, tell me ur thoughts in the comments :D

also small rant but tell me why i never undated my tumblr app and i was struggling for so long and everything didn’t look like how it was supposed to? 😀 please don’t be like me and update yo shiz like responsible human beings

“Don’t make me do this.” You muttered, standing on top of the couch cushions, water gun hoisted in your pocket, filled completely with sink water.

You felt the weight of the water droop in your pants, you squinted, trying to frighten your opponent. You didn’t have a holster, so your sweatpants pocket was the next best thing.

The couch increased your height, made you stand tall, allowed your voice to be more direct. You wanted to overpower Jason, part-time Red Hood, full time smack talker.

“And what are you gonna do if I don’t listen?” Jason’s eyes lowered, voice deepening to a menacing tone. Invisible cowboy hat tilted on his head.

He stood tall, spreading his legs shoulder width apart, letting muscle memory place him in an opposing stance that’s proven effective each time someone has tried to stupidly test the Red Hood.

He lowered his hands, fingers dancing in the air as he waited to reach for his water gun in his holster.

Lucky fucker was wearing a holster because he’s the Red Hood. Not only does he get a cheat, but he has two water guns?

Completely absurd.

“You might not live long enough to find out.” You tilted your chin up, trying to attempt to be arrogant, but the smirk on Jason’s face was telling you it wasn’t as effective as you hoped.

Maybe if you could actually be taller than him, it would make you sound tough, but looking from just above his eye-level was the best you were going to get.

Jason’s shook his head, slowly, calculating your moves as he never took his eyes off of you.

You met his stare, never blinking as you watched.

You could feel your eyes wavering, shaking the longer you looked.

Jason was calm, his stare locked onto you. Countless interrogations under his belt, aiding him the experience you didn’t have.

“You know we both can’t walk away from this. We have too much history.” He spoke, letting the words settle between your showdown.

You firmly frowned.

“I stand by what I said and if you can’t live with that…I guess you leave me with no other choice.” You quickly grabbed your water gun, angling it to your partner.

By the time you could pull the trigger, water was hitting your shirt. Soaking into your skin as you looked down, watching the fabric darken.

Like in slow motion, you fell to your knees, watching Jason also get his shirt soaked, but not nearly enough as yours.

“No, no, it wasn’t supposed to end like this.” You dropped your plastic water gun, reaching up with your free hands to grab your shirt.

You plopped down onto the couch, letting your body go limp as you laid there.

“I told you, only one of us would walk away from this.” Jason walked over, kneeling next to the couch, where your body lay.

You reach up, feigning shaking hands as you reached for the muscular man with his imaginary cowboy hat.

You gestured for Jason to lean closer, following along with your antics.

You carefully lowered your voice to a whisper, a final wish.

“Delete my search history.”

You closed your eyes, arms going limp as you stuck your tongue out in a bad rendition of fake dying.

Jason laughed, reaching out to grab your hands in between his warm ones.

You never moved, zeroing in on the feeling of your fingers.

Soft caresses. A small peck before Jason littered your knuckles in kisses. Kissing down to your finger tips, then repeating down to your wrists.

“I should’ve chosen a sword fight, how could I choose water guns of all things?” You opened your eyes, shaking your head as Jason continued to worship your skin.

“You’re just pouting.” He said in between kisses, nose pressed into your palm.

“Come on, you always get to kiss my hands, when can I hold yours?” You watched carefully, thoughts slowly lost to the repeated warmth from Jason’s lips.

“Wanna sword fight to find out?” Jason smiled into your hands.

end a/n: serial hand kisser jason changed my life, thank u pooks for ur headcanons and restructuring my brain. and thank u 🫵 for reading my drabble, i just thought this was a silly idea :D

[mrsselfdestrvct]

+ interviews about wanting to get married and married life

posting all the b log interviews I have for continuity’s sake

[haikyu-mp4]

Undateable

word count; 486 – gn!reader

“You have to fix this,” Sakusa demanded, storming into your office one Wednesday morning and slamming a magazine onto your desk. You watched unbothered as the pages settled, showing you a list with pictures of different athletes scattering the page.

Eyebrows furrowed, you immediately abandoned your other tasks to deep-dive into the content on this page. You picked it up and quickly turned to the front to double-check which magazine it was before returning to the relevant page.

“Bursting the bubble: These are the least dateable athletes, so you can stop daydreaming about them and start…”

Shaking your head, your eyes moved to the list, finding the grumpy volleyball player in front of you in third place, right below some cocky football player.

They had used a photo of him that was certainly not approved by you, the Black Jackals’ PR manager, where he wore a mask, but you could still see telltale signs of a frown on his face. He was rubbing his hands together, probably with disinfectant, and his shoulders were slightly hunched. Overall, it made him look prickly, but it’s not like his aversion to germs was anything new to the public.

“Sakusa,” you started, shaking your head again and finally looking up to see the unreadable expression on his face. “I’m so sorry this slipped past me. It will have great repercussions for them but unfortunately, it’s printed already.”

The tall man huffed and crossed his arms, almost making you chuckle at the childish attitude. “We can’t burn every copy?”

Now that did make you laugh, trying to cover it up by clearing your throat. “No, dear, we can not.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, head tilting backwards in frustration. You watched as his curls fell back, admiring the pretty athlete. Surely, deeming him not dateable is just to comfort whoever knows they don’t stand a chance with him.

“Language,” you mumbled. Moving the magazine aside, you opened up a new e-mail and got started on a draft to the magazine’s management before looking up your phonebook to find the right contact to call for the legal department.

Meanwhile, Sakusa fished his phone out of his pocket and groaned again. “Komori saw it.” That was all you needed to know to understand his reaction, but he didn’t really have to stick around.

“Don’t you have a setter to please?” you asked sneakily, eyes on him through your lashes as he gave you the stink eye in return.

“Hate when you say it like that,” he complained.

“A ball to spank then,” you continued, finally making the athlete move towards the door with his hands over his ears.

“La-la-la, I’m leaving!” he sang while moving towards the door, making you laugh even after he closed the door.

This goof? Undateable? Now it’s your job to remind everyone of his good sides. Good thing you have him lined up for a new sponsorship starting next week.

masterlist

[the-library-alcove]

Back during the first Trump years, there was an incredibly well-written article in The Atlantic regarding the egregious cruelty of the MAGA movement and Trump, titled, "The Cruelty Is The Point". The article made the extremely pointed note that bonding over being monstrous to other people is a part of human behavior, especially group-bonding behavior.

The artifacts that persist in my memory, the way a bright flash does when you close your eyes, are the photographs of lynchings. But it’s not the burned, mutilated bodies that stick with me. It’s the faces of the white men in the crowd. There’s the photo of the lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith in Indiana in 1930, in which a white man can be seen grinning at the camera as he tenderly holds the hand of his wife or girlfriend. There’s the undated photo from Duluth, Minnesota, in which grinning white men stand next to the mutilated, half-naked bodies of two men lashed to a post in the street—one of the white men is straining to get into the picture, his smile cutting from ear to ear. There’s the photo of a crowd of white men huddled behind the smoldering corpse of a man burned to death; one of them is wearing a smart suit, a fedora hat, and a bright smile. Their names have mostly been lost to time. But these grinning men were someone’s brother, son, husband, father. They were human beings, people who took immense pleasure in the utter cruelty of torturing others to death—and were so proud of doing so that they posed for photographs with their handiwork, jostling to ensure they caught the eye of the lens, so that the world would know they’d been there. Their cruelty made them feel good, it made them feel proud, it made them feel happy. And it made them feel closer to one another.

Taking joy in that suffering is more human than most would like to admit. Somewhere on the wide spectrum between adolescent teasing and the smiling white men in the lynching photographs are the Trump supporters whose community is built by rejoicing in the anguish of those they see as unlike them, who have found in their shared cruelty an answer to the loneliness and atomization of modern life.

And it's very true, and we've seen it again and again from the right-wing MAGA types.

But that's not the only place we see that sort of cruelty in the modern zeitgeist.

It's also blatantly visible in the "Pro-Palestine" movement on the Left towards Jews. Celebrating the deaths and torture of Jews, harassment, egregious acts of cruelty towards Jews just existing... Examples abound in daily life for any Jewish person who doesn't loudly tokenize themselves as one of "the good ones."

But why? Why has the Left, which claims to be for human rights, social equality, and minority support, gone so deeply into a pattern of behavior that's a mirror of the Right they claim to hate and detest?

That question, I feel, has its own answer.

Because they are mirroring the Right.

One wonderfully pithy comment about modern conservativism, by Frank Wilhoit, is "Conservativism consists of exactly one proposition, to wit: There must be in-groups whom the law protects but does not bind, alongside out-groups whom the law binds but does not protect."

I personally believe that there are three propositions of Conservatism. The one above is the first, but the other two are that, "There are a finite number of legitimate ways to live your life," and "people exist to perpetuate and be consumed by the system."

And what has happened is that the Left, rather than come up with their own Left-wing propositions (say, for example, "Everyone should be equally bound by and protected by the law," "We must tolerate and encourage diversity of life experiences and outlooks", and "social systems exist to support human beings") they've merely taken the Conservative propositions and turned them on their heads. So if, in the USA, the Right says that White People are the In-group protected but not bound by law, and People of Color are the ones bound but not protected? Okay, then on the Left, it's the other way around. There's still an out-group and an in-group, just flipped. The basic structure hasn't changed. The same goes for the other propositions--if you're not part of their particular ideology, you're an enemy, and you exist to perpetuate their system if you're part of their ideology.

And because of that mirroring, we see the same behavior from the Left that we see on the Right.

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

The brothers + undateables reacting to MC putting a pic of them on her phone. TYSM <3

This is so cute 🥺

The brothers reaction to MC making them their background

Lucifer

As much as he doesn't like pictures of himself being taken when you managed to get one good photo and begged him to keep it he let up a bit. He saw how happy your gaze was whenever you stared at your phone. He knew it was a picture of him and just pretended he didn't. His heart still started to beat a bit faster whenever he sees it.

Mammon

He was completely oblivious until you asked him to take a picture with your phone. After he did he accidentally exited out of the camera app and saw himself as your background he stares for a bit before suddenly hugging you. He now bragged about it of course because his lovely human loves him so much.

Levi

He saw it when looking at your lit up phone by accident. As soon as he saw it his face lit up and he yelled "EHH?!" loudly. After calming down he became a flustered and shy mess always looking at your phone and smiling more. MC loves me! I'm not a loser!

Satan

He used your phone to look something up since his was dead and when he went to hand it back he saw himself on your screen. He immediately smiles at you and returns your phone " that's adorable MC I can give you more photos if you'd like"

Asmos

He immediately found out because he was going on and on about these professional pictures he took and how much he looked perfectly in them. You agreed so you made them your background. He was just like Mammon and bragged about it heavily. Though when he was alone he thinks about it and just genuinely smiles glad he is loved properly.

Beel

He saw it when you tried to show him a text from belphie and accidentally exited out of the app. He looks at you and smiles "can I have a good picture of you for my phone then MC?" He asks and immediately prods you for photos of yourself to match each other

Belphie

He of course just randomly takes your phone and uses it when he pleases so when he saw your usual background was in fact him he actually didn't say anything. The reason why is because he was flustered. He denied and denied even when you fully knew yourself. He eventually admitted it and you teased him about it even more afterwards.

[cantsayidont]

In an undated letter written in the late 1950s, reproduced in THE LETTERS OF JRR TOLKIEN, Tolkien alludes to the legal difficulties Sam faced after returning from the Grey Havens at the end of LORD OF THE RINGS:

When Master Samwise reported the ‘departure over Sea’ of Bilbo (and Frodo) in 1421, it was still held impossible to presume death; and when Master Samwise became Mayor in 1427, a rule was made that: ‘if any inhabitant of the Shire shall pass over Sea in the presence of a reliable witness, with the expressed intention not to return, or in circumstances plainly implying such an intention, he or she shall be deemed to have relinquished all titles rights or properties previously held or occupied, and the heir or heirs thereof shall forthwith enter into possession of these titles, rights, or properties, as is directed by established custom, or by the will and disposition of the departed, as the case may require.’

You can see how the residents of Hobbiton might have seen Sam's return as the premise of a kind of Agatha Christie mystery plot: favorite servant of eccentric middle-aged local resident departs on an unexpected journey with his master; returns home alone two weeks later; and then conveniently produces a copy of said eccentric local resident's new will, naming the servant the heir to all his property — and the only account the servant can offer of his master's whereabouts is a preposterous story about Elves. Suspicious! Very suspicious indeed!