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As the Undersiders are approaching the bank:
Skitter: Are you sure this is legal?
Tattletale: When did I ever say anything about legality?
Skitter: You said people do this all the time!
Tattletale: Which is not the same thing!
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I've been itching to draw folk costumes for a while now so i figured i'd jump on the international Miku trend! These Mikus are from Ternopil, Ukraine; and Tula, Russia - one for each side of my family <3
Here are the sources I used for each costume:
TERNOPIL -
youtube
TULA:
#hatsune miku#international miku#ukraine#russia#traditional clothing#folk costume#ternopil#tula#i don't know all the details about my family history or origin besides the general area each side comes from or used to live in#we can only go so far back because i come from a long and consistent line of serfs and peasants who weren't really in any written records#but in general my mother's family comes from western ukraine (specifically the ternopil region)#and my father's russian family comes from around the tula region in the south of russia? sorta?#besides that his jewish family lived in the pale of settlement in belarus today. so maybe i'll make a shtetl miku later#for now tumblr pls accept this humble offering#idk how to use a drawing tablet and i dont really want to learn. i like my colored pencils ;-;#back on my bullshit#Youtube
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My comic is so serious.
#learning languages is fun#this is actually based on a real interaction#my mother had when she was teaching english to folks coming to the US#to be honest the original interaction was ten times more amazing#but for their privacy I won’t share it sorry!#accidental Merder#sterek#webtoon#webcomic
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what happened with the ghost pepper fiasco???? 👀
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Oh, you know. Just the Bad Decision Duo making some bad decisions in the name of one-upmanship. Like always.
One very brief pepper-eating contest later…
They end up bedridden for a whole week after that, and grounded by their horrified parents for even longer. Doesn't stop Bow from bragging about the win, though, even into the present day. Dedede tries his very best to pretend it never happened (and steers clear of ghost peppers from then on).
**Suffice to say, they are dummies, and children, and fictional characters. Please do not try this at home.**
Sketch started 06/29/24, finished 07/01/24.
#veins answers#veins art#veins sketches#veins ocs#veins fanart#kirby series#kirby#king dedede#meta knight#original character#oc#kirby oc#para dee#bow dee#AU#childhood friends au#description in alt text#asks#anonymous#Meta and Para watching the contest like 😨😨#the littlest Dee surpasses Triple D by a *single* pepper#“how many did they eat??” yes :)#“how are they alive???” a very sturdy constitution for DDD and literal magic for Bow#years later DDD goes on to learn how to eat *literal fire* just to spite Bow (never beats her tolerance for spice tho)#Para's dad makes sure to *immediately* bring all his ingredient orders inside from now on#Bow's mothers will NOT buy her ghost pepper flakes to put on her meals (no matter how much she begs them to)#hospital tw#veinsfullofstars#thanks for the ask!
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pearl never owned a fun book in her life, let alone a childrens book so the babies make do with what they have 😔
#su#steven universe#rat noises#garnet#su garnet#coral#coral oc#original character#digital art#at least steven had the privilege of having a human dad that knows how to buy kids books so ofc he'd share#f in the chat for the 8 year olds trying to learn quantum mechanics and aerospace engineering because their mothers are#thousand year old physics freaks with no chill
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guilt
#poetry#transgender#trans poetry#transmasc#vent poetry#trans#guilt#poem to my mother#original poem#poems on tumblr#my poem#vent post#vent poem#trans vent#transmasc vent#ftm#ftm poetry#ftm vent#i hope i will be forgiven and loved as i learn to come home to myself
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"NUNCA APRENDES, PLATITA."
#[TRANSLATION: You never learn‚ Silver]#platita. yep. that's his nickname. it's very cute :')#it means ''silver'' but in a very ''tiny piece of silver'' kind of way. exist as a word the way words ending with ''ito'' or ''ita'' do#EXAMPLES: [carro(car) & carrito(small car)]|[oso(bear) & osito(small bear)]|[perro (dog) & perrito (small dog)]#colored doodles#sonic#YOUR WORLD OF YESTERDAY#silver the hedgehog#silver's father#sigh. this was going to be part of the answer for the ask asking ''what is your world of yesterday about''... alas. it's here instead :/#''Pops''... I ACTUALLY don't know what he would look like if im being honest. im imagining someone very tall and warm🤔#ORIGINALLY the knight owl was going to be his adopted parent but decided against it cause it would've ruined this whole thing she's got#with the time crow. so i'm now back in the drawing board. i do know i want his biological mother to be an arctic fox. so there's that :}#[also: gotta add that the owl still watches over him. she works for Pops. she's more like an auntie who has a very mean girlfriend haha]#anyways expect a kind father who become increasingly jaded and as silver grows up he recontextualizes his childhood and the reason#his father even took him in. ''none and i mean none of what you tell me will ever come to pacify my doubts and fears again.'' OOF.
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At the risk of dividing the fandom...
#mother of learning#let's have a mentor war#just for the funsies#wasn't going to add QI originally but it was too tempting#polls
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CRIPPLED KID
It's poetry,
The way I limp across
The kitchen floor
To take my hot bag
Out of the microwave
For the sixth time today.
It's poetry,
My crinkled sheet of paper
With the stretches on it
That I always forget to do.
The click and tap
Of my cane and
Those boots with the special insoles
Is music.
A metronome keeping time
Along with my probably too-fast heartbeat.
Every action paints a picture
Of just another crippled kid
Trying to be normal.
I decorate my cane with stickers
And on the bad days I wish it were a wheelchair.
I use empty bottles of painkillers
As decorations.
Scattered here and there,
Ibuprofen,
Acetaminophen,
Aspirin,
Naproxen.
Maybe my liver is shot.
Watching, checking
How I crack my knuckles.
How I walk.
How my posture is.
How my arms are positioned
While I knit and crochet.
I am my own surveillance state
Keeping everything in line.
It's miserable, all this.
Watching, checking,
Empty bottles for decoration.
It's now time to limp
Across the kitchen floor
For a seventh time
To heat up my hot bag
Again.
Again.
#i learned that if i cry hard enough at my mother after being on my feet for five hours the night before#then i get to stay home#original poem#original poetry#poem#poetry#cripple punk#crippled#disabled#drug mention#cripple#cane#mobility aid#cane user#crippled kid#disability positivity
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oh did i mention i beat metyr earlier. very cool boss and i know probably a thousand people have said this but VERY bloodborne
#sote spoilers#the two fingers and the outer gods and all that is already very much dipping into cosmic horror similar to bloodborne but metyr felt like it#was originally meant for bloodborne and repurposed for elden ring#a fallen star sent from the greater will for the purpose of creating the two fingers so that people may converse w the greater will. cmon#AND THEN ymir revealing that he wanted to usurp the role as mother of fingers and he starts doing the weird finger magic#even MOTHER OF FINGERS sounds like a bloodborne boss like cmon#anyways really cool questline really cool boss. a bit annoying but easy to learn and do once you get it down
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Me, attending the latest in a ridiculous number of funerals this year in the place of a childhood friend who couldn't be there, watching the lifeless body of an old lady who used to make me snacks in the kitchen when I was a kid be carted away forever while my friend's mother cries and tells me she's grateful I could be there because it felt like having the support of her own daughter, hugging her and talking reassuringly and not processing a single one of these emotions: ... I am going to write soooo much fanfiction about this
#''this'' being collective grief. because tbvh it's the main reason I haven't written very much this year (but will slowly start to)#I write to remind myself I am lucky. I keep telling myself this but even now when I feel awful I am so lucky#I am lucky that none of these funerals have involved very close family members or friends of mine#and I am lucky to be living in conditions with the space to write and space to grieve#and space to come together to mourn with dignity while people not that far away from me are not receiving the same privilege rn#I am lucky my dad was with me today and I spent the evening chatting with him on the terrace I am lucky he is alive I am lucky I am lucky#(apologies if this sounds like a robot malfunctioning lmao writing is just how I process things)#(and apparently I just don't seem to feel like I have the right to feel bad about any of this anywhere except my st@r trek blog hehe)#anyway. To stay on theme I shall say something about Trills :D#I imagine loss and grief must register very differently to them. very Non Linearly in the literal sense but also a highly abstract one#even I feel this massive sense of time warp between all these funerals; and this chest-crushing distance between me and my friends#how do Trills even exist#how do they wake up every day remembering all those friends and children and parents who loved them and they loved and are gone now#and still function#how does Ezri feel walking around with memories of parents that aren't hers (but were soooo much better than hers) taking care of her#does she feel comforted by them? does it feel like the people in those memories were always comforting HER specifically?#does it even matter who it belonged to originally if a memory is HERS now?#does Ezri mourn for any parents of past hosts more than she knows she will mourn for her own mother one day?#does having all this lived experience bring her reassuring amounts of perspective for a 20-something or just overwhelm her all the more?#idk; but I hope she learns to take comfort in her past hosts' memories of family eventually...#(...again. I am going to write sooooo much fan fiction about this lmao)#cw death
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banishing the hours of the quiet night, i vigorously
shake my head, calling away the moments before daylight's momentum hits.
my mother whispered into the shell of my ear, brandishing a cup of honey water like proof of a quest accomplished -
"it's not that i don't love you, it's that you're so hard to love."
i wonder what she thinks she gains by teaching her beloved child that she is unworthy of what she has given - i only shy away further from all touch, now, instead of inviting closeness.
and i used to ask her what she was watching and plop down beside her, trying to share in the fun
but i don't know, today, i just mutely watch her from the doorway, transfixed on her drama, Alone, Alone, Alone,
and pass by the door, heading for my own room.
the car crash of those words had no crunch zone and i am the one who crumpled, draining the cup dry, offering futile honest words
"i know, i know, i know" you have done such a great job of teaching me this lesson, you never had to put it in words to get it through.
fruitlessly, helplessly, uselessly, difficulty, i have bated my breath and baited myself. i have bared my soul to this ceaseless thought of not being worth company.
i accepted it, but this sin surpasses all previous sins - if you don't love me, i beg of you, just never tell me that it's because i am me.
banishing the hours of the quiet night, i switch on the radio and go to sleep. i also know that you have your own issues, dearest mother of mine (i say this without bite), i know that your mother does not love you enough and so you do not know how to love.
i agree, finally, that i am allowed to be loved, I give assent to the me quarreling within for rights.
Oh, i can't stop loving and questioning and hoping for understanding. i hope you forgive me, mother, for not blindly believing you when you say that I'm hard to be loved -
there is someone who loved me regardless, so i know it can be done. on that day that i was love, i was handed the proof that i am alive and not merely a ghost, clutching at the documents printed with the signature and stamp of someone willing to be responsible for my life.
there is paperwork, so i can prove it.
one woman's trash is
another man's
treadmill, thread, treasure
i am fine with being your trash
as long as there is one person in this world who looks at me and sees the glorious tides swishing around buried treasure
i can stand up, straight, again. after everything. accidental compromises. vast misfortune. majority disbelieving.
i went back to sleep peacefully. the creamer in my coffee speaks an ancient prophecy - even if you mind, you will be loved - and this holds me steadfast like an anchor in a storm or an x in a treasure map.
staying sitting in this room, I won't fall because I am ready to be found and I am freed from wanting to be quiet like the surroundings of my hurt that I hadn't realised was there.
#poets on tumblr#spilled ink#original poem#original poetry#poems and poetry#twcpoetry#writers#poets of tumblr#writerscreed#poeticstories#tw: mother issues#unworthy of love#unloved#tw: childhood trauma#i tend to say issues instead of trauma hahaha#poets on love#learning to be loved#unconditional love#treasure#trash#literature#prose poetry#writeblr#poetic#poems and quotes#mother#poetscommunity#spilled poetry#spilled thoughts#dead poets society
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Hi hello queer southerner here:
The word y’all is already inclusive. if I see one of y’all using “y’xll” because you don’t want to associate with the south, I’m smacking you with my cast iron skillet.
You’re not better than us because you’re from a northern/blue state.
#why do I still have a tiktok I regret everything I learn on it#I actually only have a cast iron pot#but I’ll borrow my mother’s skillet for this#some of y’all need to reevaluate how you write off the entirety of the south#because of your preconceived notions of who lives here#yes we have major issues and there are bigoted people here#but y’all ain’t better#you just get to feel superior by saying you should cut florida out of the USA#congrats there are marganlized folks of every stripe in the south#and you’ll fuck them over to feel better about your own situation#and we don’t need bullshit like talking our words and making them ‘inclusive’ by trying to distance them from their origin
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▪️Spirit Mother▪️
The more sensory information you gather, the stronger your connections with the world can be.
~The Pattern~
#Spirit Mother#writing#connection#lha#Substack#From the Mind of an Introvert#poem#connection more strings#vibe#sense making#spiritual connection to the physical#love#healing#intsa original#reality#artists on tumblr#1introvertedsage#poetry#quotes#learning#The Pattern
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chat is making fun of a dead woman and using the word fat as an insult “real feminism?”
mind you these were comments on a post about … building taylor swift in minecraft 😭😭😭
#oh they also said ‘wahhh are you gonna post about this convo to get sympathy :(’ well….yes!#say what you will about taylor swift but i dont think shes this big of a piece of shit lol#like 😭😭😭 my mind is so blown at the level of deranged this is#i genuinely couldnt care less about anything they said. i just think they are deranged#for the record my feelings are not hurt i do not care about anything this person said. i just want to laugh at them#because i said NOTHING to them and they started screaming in my replies talking to a wall#and its genuinely sad ?? like they arent even funny or creative. theyre just mean and boring#go back to the writers room and say something original im begging you#this is why twitter swifties act like they are prosecuted and prejeduced lmao#but like how does one woman put so much hate in your heart that you say this much vile shit to someone who said nothing to you😭😭😭#its so sad i hope they either get therapy or learn how to be funny bc this was a slog#theres more comments u can go read them if u want LOL#girl i have been bullied for liking taylor swift since i was 11. do u think this is new for me.#also one day your mother will die too.#anyway theyre blocked <333 but i love them i hope theyre having a good day
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Henwen: *went on a complete rampage after finding out who his real father was and what he did to his mother, now ripping apart his tomb with his bare hands after freeing Kodlak from Hircines grasp* YOU!!! *grabs hold of the giant stone coffin and rips it open grabbing Ysgramors Draugrfied corpse* YOU RAPED MY MOTHER!! YOU ENSLAVED AND SLAUGHTERED MY PEOPLE! YOU LEARNED HOW TO WRITE JUST TO DOCUMENT THE BEST WAY TO KILL ELVES!!! *screams making the tomb shake and rumble, threatening to collapse on all of them*
Aela: He’s? Ysgramors son?
Vilkas: Does that matter right now?! He’s going to bring the whole barrow down on our heads!
Farkas: IT DOES MATTER! *snarls at them* HES IN PAIN! THAT CUNT WE ALL FUCKING WORSHIPPED IS THE REASON FOR IT! YSGRAMOR IS NO HERO! HES A MONSTER!!! *looks over at Kaidan*
Kaidan: *nods*
Farkas and Kaidan: *both start slowly closing in ready to pounce on the enraged atmoran snow elf*
Henwen: *raising wuuthrad over his head, staring down at Ysgramors corpse as it’s eyes begin to glow blue, the Atmorans soul re-entering his body to fight* you. You don’t deserve to be remembered.
Ysgramor: *gargles with dried vocal cords as his body cracks and bends back to life in death* You- I remember your eyes.
Henwen: Good. They were my mothers. *moves to bring the axe down and freezes seeing two long swords stab into the draugr taking its head off in the process* what- I- *jumps a little as two strong bodies press against his, as Kaidan and farkas abandon their weapons to hold him* I…
Kaidan: shhhh. It’s okay now sweetheart… he can’t hurt you…
Farkas: *crying into his shoulder* I’m so sorry- I’m sorry for believing he was a hero, after what he did to you, to your mother, to your kin. I’m so sorry darling…
Henwen: *drops the axe letting it clang against the ancient stone floor, as he starts to openly sob* he raped her, he raped her and she made me, he killed her for giving me to Hross so I could be free, and he killed him too!! And now he gets to be remembered as a hero! It isn’t fair! IT ISNT FAIR!! *cries hugging onto them as they hold him tighter*
Aela: … *looks at them, then at Ysgramor… then at vilkas* …
Vilkas: … *walks over grabbing Ysgramors head* may you. And your ilk, be forever remembered for what you really are… *tosses the head into the fire Henwen used to free kodlak, letting it burn beside the charred skull of the hagraven as the snow prince’s cries fill the echoing void of the chamber*
#Ysgramor canonically is a terrible person#his axe was originally named elf grinder#he enslaved the snow elves he didn’t slaughter and forced them to build his cities#and he learned how to read and write just to document the best ways to slaughter elves#his own axe has the face of a screaming elf engraved in it#Skyrim#henwen dragonborn#falmer dragonborn#kaidan skyrim#aela the huntress#farkas skyrim#vilkas skyrim#ocs#yes henwens mother was the snow queen#tw: implied rape#tw: rape#tw: trauma#tw: slavery
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