#stupid tumblr and its limit

[skullzy20]

HÖLLVANIA CENTRAL MALL | WARFRAME [1999]

[kerizaret]

Yeah I think I can say goodbye to ohe tiering. Cool. That's great. Awesome even!

[homesickhalfling]

[Source] 1987

[luck-of-the-drawings]

REFLEX IN THE SKY, WARNS YOU YOURE GONNA DIE, STORM COMING, YOU BETTER HIDE. FROM THE ATOMIC TIDE

(messin around with (ONLY) pens and colored pencils, error correction done with paper n glue)

[unimaginativebepisenjoyer99]

the satrinyavas

[hobgobbin]

"Ai art isn't actually bad it's capitalism that's bad and an economic model that's based on working the most possible so you think ai is just taking away your money"

This isn't abt artists mad abt losing a few commissions on the internet this is about large numbers of artists getting their art stolen so people can make something out of THEIR stuff, that they worked for years to create, without permision. AND corporations using free software to steal instead of paying artists properly. You would think with the amount of artists that are like 'hey this is bad and harming me', as well as the whole ass Hollywood-wide strike that happened with AI usage being one of the key talking points you would understand that it's bad and should at the very least have rules put around it.

But actually artists should stop focusing on something they can try to curtail before it gets too wildly out of control and instead focus on uhhhhh dismantling the economy if they're so mad their stuff is being stolen

[yumedoca]

My screenshot collection of random chibis and nekomaos from episode 1-3!!

[jam-packed]

some stuff ive made over the past few months that i think is silly

[spider-man-2o99]

Just wanted to say that I have been thinking of you and pre-emptively empathizing with the nonsense you are no doubt being flooded with and the psychic damage it must be causing. Keep stanning the king ignore the weirdos <3

thankg u.,, i feel like ive been trapped in a fuckign . Torture Labyrinth these past coupl days . but. wwe will. We Will Yet Persist onwards w/ our hand on the left wall till we;re either out or at the center i swear 2 fucking GOD,

[wheeboo]

AHHH FUDSJKHKHFJDS I HAVE TO SPLIT THE FIC INTO 2 PARTS

[lanafemme]

:”)

[vanlegion]

For Science, Baby

"Put a Baby in me Simmons."

There was something to be said for knowing a person for damn near a quarter of your life. Twenty one years spent in the company of a bunch of ragtag assholes like himself being bounced around space lent to broadened horizons, experiences beyond belief, all while fighting to keep your skin and sanity in tact. First a fictitious fake war meant to keep them as pawns to be used and abused. Following that, a rabbit-hole conspiracy behind said fake war and 'Why they were here' only to be rewarded with a one way trip into Hell via an actual war on a little forgotten planet at the edge of fucking nowhere space. Then it was surviving Chorus. Then it was surviving Charon Industries. Then, then, then... And in all those years through all of the chaos and bullshit, and the blessed quite moments in between, Richard 'Dick' Simmons had been practically glued to the side of Dexter Grif. Since Basic, he and Grif had been almost inseparable. Of course there were those few and far between moments which dictated they had to part due to, you know - their job, but still. Though that didn't mean it was all rainbows and sunshine. Fuck No. In the beginning of those twenty one long years he would have easily written the larger man off as the worse thing to happen to him. An obstacle in his way towards his greater goals. But time, as they say, has a funny way of breaking down ill conceived notions and letting you get to know who a person really is. Of course, it also helped that the two began to talk about anything and everything under the sun. Random bullshit here and there; sometimes over mundane things like favorite pizza topping to more . . .questionable inquires... "If you had to kill someone, how would you hide the body?" Yet little by little, year after year, bickering and sarcasm and shitty jokes and naps in the shade became their own language. They had a system. They were best friends. They were each other's person. They were 'Grif and Simmons'. And that was perfectly a-okay. Sure, they constantly dealt with people teasing them - mostly good naturedly - about being 'an old married couple' or most people around Chorus assuming they were 'a thing' or 'an item' or dating. Simmons would correct politely. Grif didn't bother as he seemed to give no fucks. Not like that was surprising. At some point a while back Grif just gave up bothering, saying it was 'too much effort to correct people'. True lazyass fashion. Simmon's words. True maverick fashion. Grif's words. Which again, is to be expected. Twenty one years, after all. However, what he didn't expect, in the least, in knowing Dexter Grif for all that time. . . was to ever hear that sentence come out of that mouth. "What?" [When I say I had to cut 85% of what I wrote here out because Tumblr was being an ass.. I mean it.]

[mainfaggot]

i need to get an actual grip i need to stop acting like my life is a tragedy like YOURE FINE YOURE FINE YOURE FIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE

[temere-canis]

twitter is down, that means i get to hang out with the cool kids

[silverstream2]

I know I squee over Trigun: Stampede English subs more than I do the English Dubs, but that's mostly because the Eng Sub comes out first and I want to dig my teeth into The Plot. BUT I do wanna give credit where its due:

The English Dub is amazing, and I'm so happy to have Johnny Young Bosch back as Vash. He did great in the original, and he does even better here (no wonder- more years of experience and all that), especially with Stampede's more serious and dramatic tone. Its great to hear him again. He and the rest of the cast do fantastic and I can't wait to see what else they do with this.

[lesbianyosano]

every time i remember the ‘dazai is the book’ theory i have to fight the urge to engage in physical violence