#makes me want to explode this app

[mysicklove]

ppl will be like “i support dark content” and then if it’s any other dark content that isn’t yandere fiction they get upset

[moonchild-in-blue]

Anyways~~

Guys look 🥺 i drew my animal crossing character on my phone 🥹

isn't it she adorable 🥹🖤

[disposal-blueeee]

recent sketches

hhhello been inactive for a while so have some sketches i've done recently XP

changed the way i draw the little guy

a friend had this hc that during chapter 27 edgar wasn't really taking care of himself so his hair got longer . then zarla confirmed it

thing i banged in like 30 minutes instead of going to sleep . this is from @metamorphmigus and @cherry-207's au , btw

lolol that's literally all idk why i thought i had more things

[merioux]

doing a fifth round of "is this actually gonna get posted anywhere or is it gonna rot in my trinket folder after working my ass for a flipaclip video". this is the thang of the day, cropped close up bcuz i think this part is cute n i dont wanna show too much at the same time

[strawberryfaced]

I NEED. TO DO. OR MAKE SOMETHING. PLEASE

[articskele]

HEEEEYYY i think this is my first time telling you something directly but uuuhm i wanted to thank you for always reblogging my posts and not only that, always analyzing them and things like that THIS IS WHAT I APPRECIATE THE MOST JEKEJEK i llove reading all the tags you put and not only in my posts, in other things you reblog or post!!! soo yeah thanks‼️

AAAA thank you so much!!!! I love love love seeing all the little details in what people make, it's so fun :D

And sometimes art has a certain taste or feel to it? Like that "this is all so gratifying" art has an inexplicable coldness on the tip of my tongue? But it's subtle, like breathing in cool evening air mixed with the sting of smoke.

Something about the cool colors and the machinery and knowing this is the moment before everything goes wrong for him lol. I just adore how art can really get you immersed in the environment, especially with how you do backgrounds!!

[risingsunresistance]

things tumblr is currently doing better than twitter: a data export apparently. despite being given no meaningful index, a way to navigate my posts, or any kind of formatting beyond plain text. at least it ACTUALLY WORKS.

[passiveagreeable]

When I delete stuff off my phone which it says is taking up a certain amount of storage, and then the amount of used storage on my phone doesn’t decrease, or even increases. Transgression so severe I can and will blow up the sun.

[driftwooddestiel]

my irl friend is going insane tonight it seems… tag rant incoming be warned

[mbat]

hey tumblr why did you give me a post about my fucking trigger that i literally have half my blacklisted words and tags about but it wasnt censored because it didnt have any of the words but like. take a fucking hint

[glasseswearingrabbitdetective]

Tbh I feel like I spent a ton of money lately in general … it’s very dangerous gkakva this is meant to be my LIFE SAVINGS GKAKVK Aka money which is in my bank, stays in my bank and adds up… NOT decreases… meanwhile my ACTUAL wallet balance is… pitiful… hence why I have to keep dipping into money I rly don’t have gkakcka and this is probably why I STILL haven’t moved house- given how insanely expensive it is… >> mcfucking help me gkakvka

[kazelnoot]

Reposting this from bird app because i need to. Spread dreemurr propaganda. They fill me with such visceral grief it's unreal they make me want to explode

[cutielando]

stream | l.n.

synopsis: in which his fans want you to stream with him

my masterlist

"Babe, do you need anything else? I'm about to go stream for a bit" Lando asked you as he was getting ready to stream, wanting to make sure you didn't need him for anything.

"No, I'm okay. I'm gonna watch my show for a bit while you stream and then make us some dinner" you smiled and pecked his lips, making him smile and depart to his streaming set up.

Now that the winter break had finally arrived, Lando wanted to get back to interacting with his fans before you two would begin your travel calendar that would take up almost the entire break.

And what better way to interact with his fans than hopping on Twitch to stream?

"Are you gonna watch?" Lando yelled from his chair moments before he went live.

"Always!" you yelled back, opening the app on your phone to watch his stream in parallel.

You settled into your cocoon of blankets on the sofa, your show playing quietly in the background while Lando's stream was on-going on your phone.

Watching him stream and interact with his fans was one of your favorite things about him. Even with his busy schedule, he made sure he made time to interact with his fans as often as he possibly could.

It didn't always go to plan, but Lando made efforts to make sure he wasn't neglecting anyone, not you and certainly not his fans.

"Where is Y/N? She's in the living room watching her show, she's been obsessed with Grey's Anatomy for a while now. She always ignores me to watch it" Lando said, chuckling once he saw the comments defending you.

You smiled hearing him laugh, loving the fact that his fans would always ask him about you whenever you weren't on the stream with him.

"Don't out me" you commented, making the chat explode once they noticed you in the comment section.

"Hey, babe. Nice to see you giving me some attention now that I've called you out for it" he said once he managed to find your comment.

"Y/N, come on stream we miss youuuu😭😭"

"Lando, please convince Y/N to come on the stream with you"

"We want Y/N"

The comments were overflowing with demands that you join the stream, something that would happen almost every time he would go live.

"Babe, come here for a second. Everyone is ignoring me because they want to see you" Lando shouted from the room, making you smile and pause your show as you made your way to the stream room.

His voice tried to sound annoyed, but you secretly knew he loved having you on stream with him. He loved seeing the fans interacting with you, wanting to talk to you about anything really. He knew how much pressure you were under with dating him, so he thanked God that his fans loved you as much as he did and supported your relationship fully.

You stopped in the doorway, watching him for a moment with a smile on your face. When he noticed you on the camera, he turned around and smiled at you, outstretching his hand towards you.

"Come here" you made your way over to him, taking a seat on his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek before you diverted your attention to the chat.

"Hi chat" you greeted them, seeing all the comments freaking out over your presence.

Lando frowned a little when he saw the excitement towards Y/N, his presence seemingly already forgotten.

"I think the chat likes you more than me" Lando grumbled from behind you, making you giggle and ruffle his hair.

"That's not true. They love you just as much" you said, but the comments from the chat weren't helping your case.

"We love seeing Y/N on streams"

"MOTHER IS HERE"

"Y/N needs to be on stream more, Lando don't keep her away from the camera"

You smiled sheepishly back at Lando, who just rolled his eyes but couldn't keep the smile that was threatening to break out on his face at bay.

"What should we do?" he asked, typing away on the computer.

"I could stay and watch you play some F1, if you want. I don't think the chat wants to see me make a fool of myself because I such at it so badly" you proposed, trying to read the chat for any reactions.

You certainly didn't expect to see everyone demanding that you play the game yourself, the fans already somewhat bored with watching Lando, an actual Formula 1 driver, play it constantly.

"Looks like the chat wants precisely that" your boyfriend joked, beginning to set up the game for you.

"But I suck, they're just gonna make fun of me like you do when I play" you whined, knowing you would quickly become a meme on Twitter due to how bad you were at the game.

"I don't make fun of you" he defended, but one look from you made him smile innocently.

"It's going to be fun, you'll see" he said, the game set up for you to start playing.

You sighed, but agreed nonetheless. You got more comfortable on your boyfriend's lap, his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you against his body. 

Exactly as you had predicted, you did an awful job, coming in the last positions in almost every race you had attempted. Lando had tried helping you many times, but you were far too stubborn to accept his help with anything. 

The chat was having a blast seeing you so focused, but the thing that got their attention every time was the way Lando would look at you, his eyes so star-struck like you had just hung the moon and stars for him.

"Okay, I think it's enough embarrassment for one day" you declared once you had finished once again at the back of the grid, for the 10th time in a row.

"You were getting the hang of it towards the end" Lando tried cheering you up, rubbing his hands on your waist.

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend" you pouted, turning sideways on his lap and resting your head on his shoulder.

Lando spent a half an hour more on stream, just chatting with the fans. Once he decided to finish up, he noticed that you had fallen asleep on his lap, your breathing even and your eyes closed softly.

He smiled to himself and whispered a goodbye to the stream before scooping you up in his arms carefully and bringing you to your shared bed.

"Goodnight, my love" he whispered, kissing your forehead and tucking you into bed.

You mumbled something, drifting back to your deep sleep.

Safe to say, the stream had tired both of you out, Lando falling asleep while cuddling you as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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[fruitsilly]

Hate and rage and seething

[shybluebirdninja]

Swipe Right, Bub

Summary: Logan’s usually tough persona crumbles when he gets nervous before your Tinder date, and it’s clear he has no idea how dating apps work.

Pairing             : Mutant!Logan Howlett x Human!Fem-reader Genre              : Fluff

Logan wasn’t sure how the hell he ended up here. Sitting at a bar, staring at his phone like it was about to explode, waiting for a Tinder date. Tinder. He hated that damn app. The whole swiping thing made him feel like an idiot. And the fact he’d even gotten matched? Probably a glitch.

But here he was, in a flannel that was definitely not “date night material” and boots that still had a bit of mud on them. Real smooth.

When the door swung open, you stepped in, scanning the room for him. Logan straightened up like he’d just been caught doing something illegal, but when your eyes landed on him, you smiled. Shit, he thought, she’s way outta my league. You were looking real nice—too nice for someone like him who smelled like cigars and had seen more fights than anyone should in ten lifetimes.

You waved, walking over, and Logan fought the urge to bolt out of the bar. This was stupid. He wasn’t cut out for this kind of thing.

“Hey, Logan, right?” you asked, sliding onto the stool next to him.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me,” he muttered, already fidgeting with the label on his beer bottle like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.

The awkward silence stretched for a beat, and Logan could feel the sweat gathering under his collar. You looked way too comfortable, like you were doing this for fun while he was sitting there trying not to screw up everything.

“First Tinder date?” you asked, clearly amused by his discomfort.

Logan let out a low grunt. “Somethin�� like that. Ain’t exactly my thing.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured.” You grinned, leaning in a bit. “You look like the type who’d smash his phone before swiping right.”

“Almost did,” Logan admitted, running a hand through his wild hair. “Had to get the damn app downloaded twice ‘cause I broke the first phone.”

You laughed—like, full-on laughed—and Logan couldn’t help but smirk a little. At least you weren’t bored.

“So,” you started, leaning on the bar, “you’re, uh, not big on technology then?”

Logan shook his head, his fingers tapping the bar in some anxious rhythm. “Last time I trusted somethin’ mechanical, it was trying to kill me. Ain’t a fan.”

“That sounds... dramatic.”

“You’d be surprised.” He took a swig of his beer, trying to calm down the stupid fluttering in his chest. Was he… nervous? He’d fought in wars, been stabbed more times than he could count, but a simple date was making him sweat like a rookie.

You started chatting, talking about your job, your hobbies, how weird the whole dating app scene was. Logan didn’t say much, but honestly, he didn’t mind. You were easy to listen to. You weren’t pushy, not asking him a ton of questions, and it was nice.

But you noticed after a while, because of course you did. “Oh god, I’m just talking your ear off, aren’t I?” you said, looking a little embarrassed. “I haven’t even asked anything about you.”

Logan just shrugged, trying to act casual. “Don’t mind listenin’. You’re good at it.”

Shit, did that sound creepy? He cleared his throat, hoping you didn’t think he was being weird.

“You sure? I mean, you probably have way more interesting stories than I do. You seem like the type who’s lived a pretty wild life,” you teased, sipping your drink.

Logan gave a small, gruff chuckle. “Yeah, you could say that.” He didn’t exactly want to drop the “I’ve lived for over a century and fought in every war imaginable” bomb. Not the best first date conversation.

But you just smiled, completely oblivious to his internal struggle. “Well, next round, it’s your turn to talk. Fair’s fair, right?”

“Yeah… maybe,” he muttered, looking away. He wasn’t great at the whole “opening up” thing. He’d rather let you ramble about your dog or how you almost burned your apartment down trying to make pasta. That was easy stuff.

You reached out, patting his arm, and Logan stiffened like he’d just been hit with a stun gun.

“Don’t worry,” you said, with that killer smile of yours. “I’m not gonna grill you. But if you ever wanna share any of those stories, I’m all ears.”

Logan tried to play it cool, but the second you touched his arm, his brain short-circuited. Smooth, real smooth, he thought, glaring at his beer like it was to blame for how awkward he was being.

Just then, your phone buzzed, and you glanced down at it, frowning. “Ah, crap, sorry, work’s calling. Gotta run,” you said, standing up. Logan’s heart sank a little. The night was over, and he hadn’t even gotten a chance to not screw things up.

But then, out of nowhere, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. And just like that, the Wolverine—the guy who had metal claws and could heal from a damn nuclear bomb—blushed. Full-on, red-faced, no-way-to-hide-it blushed.

“I had a great time,” you said softly. “Maybe we can do this again?”

Logan, caught completely off guard, could barely form a coherent thought. “Uh, yeah. Sure. If you, uh, want. I mean, yeah. Definitely. Next time.”

You smiled, amused at his sudden inability to speak, and gave a little wave. “Cool. I’ll text you.”

Logan watched you leave, still sitting there, his face burning, his heart doing things it hadn’t done in decades. He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face as he muttered to himself, “Holy shit, she’s gonna text me.”

[ddejavvu]

I have an idea: Shy reader is caught by Tyler Owen’s watching fancams someone made about his recent livestream chasing tornados. She’s dying; his ego is about to explode when he realizes she actively sought out the content.

Ain't No Love in Oklahoma - Tyler Owens x Reader

come participate in tyler owens night !

You'd hoped that by acting nonchalant, leaving your speakers on a reasonable volume while nondescript country music played, you'd avoid Tyler's impulses to peer at your screen. He never does it out of suspicion, but the two of you practically share phones at this rate. If his is charging, he'll join you in scrolling on yours. If he's driving, you'll watch movies on his phone while simultaneously feeding him directions from the gps.

Unfortunately, you should have vetted the videos before watching them, and the familiar song catches Tyler's attention where he's lounging on the couch opposite you.

"You listenin' to my music, cutie?" He perks up, already displacing himself from his comfy sprawl, "Lemme see."

"What-? No," You shake your head, pausing the video, "It was nothing. Just a video I scrolled past."

"I wanna see it," He urges, invading your space and worming his way between you and the couch, careful to catch you when he nudges you towards the edge, "I like that song, I wanna know what it was."

"I lost it." You insist, exiting the app on your phone, "I'm on a different video now."

"Just scroll back up!" He scoffs, and you're clearly not being as nonchalant as you wanted to be, "C'mon, darlin', be nice to me and let me listen to my music."

"It's nothing, Tyler!" You shriek, but he's got a hold of your phone now, and he's easily maneuvering into your last used app to find himself staring at- well, himself.

'Ain't No Love in Oklahoma' blares through your phone speakers once more as videos of Tyler flash across the screen, various fan-captured shots of him grinning, whooping, winking, and flexing his muscles beneath his tight shirts. It's a fan edit, something perfectly ordinary to be watching, but the fact that the subject of the edit has caught you watching it leaves you in an inescapable state of embarrassment.

"Tyler, give it back," You whine, and you wish it wasn't petulant, but it is. It's pathetic, it's desperate, and bereft of any dignity.

"You're watchin' thirst traps of me," He realizes gleefully, your phone glued to his large hand when you try prying it out of his hand, "You searched for 'em, and you're all cuddled up on the couch watchin' sexy little videos of me, and you've got the real thing right here!"

"Tyler!" You cry, now prying at his arms in hope the sharp scratch of your nails will persuade him to give you your phone back, "Stop teasing me, give it back!"

"I'm not teasing you!" He lies, hooking his arm around your neck, not to choke you but to pin you close to him and stop your squirming, "Relax, sweetheart, I just think it's cute. I'm right here and you're watchin' videos of me wink instead of talking to me."

"The real you isn't all muscle-flexing and winks," You grumble, attempting to squirm out of his hold with cheeks warm from embarrassment, "You're a dirty, rotten bully."

"Oh, stop it," He swats a hand against your side, pressing a kiss to your forehead that you're fairly certain is flushed as well, "I'm not bullying you. I think it's sweet, honey. I'd pose for you, y'know?" He watches the video replay, clocks the way that his muscles tense and tone against the tight sleeves of his tee, "I can get dressed up all rugged and sexy, and you can take videos of me. Think about how popular your videos would be! You've got never-before-seen footage, darlin'."

"I'm not making thirst edits of you," You whine, succumbing to his iron-grip on you and settling into his chest to hide instead of struggling, "I'm never looking you in the eyes again."

"That ain't true," He pulls your chin up easily from where you're digging it into his chest, eyes stern but fond, "You don't ever have to be embarrassed around me. If people made cute little fan edits of you, I'd make 'em my phone background, baby."