#new tag for stuff like this

[kyra45]

greatshipters is backdating posts. And their aid post is stolen off Facebook.

(Screenshots show three posts dating March 2, March 22, and March 29th on the left side. On the right side, the same three posts are shown as actually being reblogged on June 3 from the same greatshipters user.)

Post that explains scam.

Edit to add: greatshiptersz is spamming asks calling me a scammer after I made this post showing their backdating posts. If you get an ask from an anon calling me a scammer, please do not take their words as truth. They are lying. And still won’t provide counter to my evidence here or any explanation on why their posts are backdated.

As of July 5th, greatshiptersz has been removed from the site! However unfortunately people still lost money.

[memories-break-our-fall]

I doodled on top of a picture of Taylor to get this idea of a hypothetical midnights dress out onto paper (or well screen)

I was vividly imaging labyrinth on the set list and always thought mastermind in a dress would look cool

design notes under cut

I think there would be sparkly beaded space patterns on the skirt, with more beaded jewels on the belt and top

I decided on fringe on the belt, but that’s not 100% necessary

I think she’d just. Slip it on before mastermind (and labyrinth i guess cause I have the idea of that on the set list then takes it off before karma)

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[tomwambsgays]

"harry, i'll spare you another *20 hour mind-project*"

[artist-rat]

some epilogue vibes (an excuse to draw some hugs. and my durge so many times)

[oh-gh0st]

i heart these rivals so much. maybe they'll kill each other. maybe they'll kiss. maybe they'll make ou

[magpiesketchins]

It's midnight so I'm posting bi/pansexual men

I have a lot of feelings about Logan with an ownership kink please someone give me an excuse to talk about Logan with an ownership kink I'm dying

[wardingshout]

apple season

[wishing-well-art]

Hermits in 1.21!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[dragondawdles]

the beastie <3

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

In which Zim disappears for a decade.

This looks like such garbage, but this has been sitting in my head for a month and I needed it OUT OF ME!!!!

[aria-greenhoodie]

Saw a few folks drawing that one early Frisk Undertale concept art in their style and had to do it myself…

Click for Quality!

[vulpixelates]

i know it will never happen but i so desperately desire an origins-type playable backstory thing in all games but especially veilguard. i feel like it added so much depth to origins and made you feel instantly connected to your character in a way that gets lost in games like inquisition where you fill in the blanks as you go except for the bare basics. like, i do enjoy the freedom to willy nilly decide where a character was before the events of the story from a creative perspective, but the playable origins were just so good! especially when you go back to where your warden is from and can engage differently with the arcs there

[piratespencil]

This is so funny to me. Reducing them down to their simplest attributes. Turning them into symbols.

[verflares]

i thought i felt your shape, but i was wrong. really all i felt was falsely strong, i held on tight and closed my eyes. it was dumb, i had no sense of your size. it was dumb to hold so tight.

also on inprnt :]