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Stunning array of original British comic art and first issue of The Beano offered in latest Compal comics auction
There's an absolutely staggering amount of original British comic art on offer in the latest Compalcomics auction, including 2000AD, "Charley's War", "Dan Dare", Dalek art and more
Thereâs an absolutely staggering amount of original British comic art on offer in the latest Compalcomics auction, including 2000AD, âCharleyâs Warâ, âDan Dareâ, Dalek art and more. Plus, of course, the usual fine selection of British comics â including a first edition of The Beano, published in 1938 â and several âfull yearâ collections of titles such as EAGLE and other classic comics, andâŠ
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#2000AD#Auction News#Charley&039;s War#Compal Comics#Dan Dare#Doctor Who#downthetubes News#Eagle#Edgar Hodges#Frank Bellamy#Frank Hampson#Joe Colquhoun#John Harrold#M.A.S.K.: Mobile Armored Strike Kommand#Massimo Belardinelli#Rupert Bear#The Beano#The Mind of Wolfie Smith
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Day 26 - Nightmares
Character(s): Four and Wolfie (Twilight) (LU)
Words: 555
Summary: Twilight is no stranger to dealing with the boys having nightmares, but never it was about a mirror
Whump scale: 1 (see the full scale here)
Warnings: Mention of suspected character death (he's just chilling in his shadow)
Part 2 in Day 30
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Patrolling as Wolfie was a routine that he adopted some time ago already, making sure that no monsters were hiding behind bushes and detecting them in time.
Although, that was his side job. His main one was to attend to the chainâs bad dreams.
He himself suffered with them, but the others had their own set of bad experiences that still haunted them even in their sleep. Sometimes Twilight heard things that they would never tell to a hylian.
This night he already did his rounds, they all already sleeping and the one for the shift being Time he didnât needed to worry about someone learning that he was the wolf, so he slipped from Wildâs side and was going to change back far from camp.
A whisper made him stop. Turning to see who it was he found the smithy, his face being visible on Legendâs mirror shield which was next to him from the maintenance that he was giving it some hours ago.
With mind made, Twilight trotted towards Four, sitting next to him and bringing his snout to softly touch his head. He seemed very awake for him.
âIâm sorryâŠâ He repeated in whispers, staring at his reflection in the shield. There was something weird about this.
Twilight didnât wanted to wake up the others, so he decided that the shield was the problem. He grabbed it with his mouth, moving it so Four couldnât be seeing it anymore and letting it on the grass instead leaning on their bags. If the veteran asked it was being a bother. Â
When he turned to look again towards Four, he was staring into nothing, his eyes of an intense purple, almost if they were shining in the dark.
Maybe a nightmare, but it was weird, he didnât seem like he was sleeping, maybe he was part of the people who slept with their eyes open, who knows.
He ruffled his hair with his snout, finally making him to wake upâwas he sleeping? He wasnât sureâ and look at him.
âOh, WolfieâŠâ He wasnât sure if that was supposed to be a salute or just disappointment, but he will not complain.
He slopped next to the smith, being big enough to act like a sofa for him right now. Four understood the signal and leaned into him, getting comfortable on his thick fur.
âI thought you were someone else⊠You know, the reflection played a trick on me, or something like thatâ Twilight felt like this wasnât for him to hear, but there was no way that he could say this to him without waking up the others.
âMirrors, while in the dark, might be able to reflect something that is usually behind us, ya know?â His hears perked up at that âI thought I lost him again, and then he came back through the mirror, but I guess Iâm just tiredâ A laugh without humor came out of him.
He rested his head on Fourâs lap, giving a silent comfort that he usually gave after a bad nightmare, waking up from these would make someone confused of his surroundings, he knew that well.
âThanks, Twiâ The smithyâs hands petted his head, glad to find no teeth threatening him.
He understands, not the complete situation or who was Four talking about, but he understands.
#whumptober2024#no.26#nightmares#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu four#lu twilight#lu wolfie#lu fic#i have the power of water and the internet by my side RAHHHH#i will finish today all whumptober. and post all the days that im behind. i feel so powerfull right now.#yeah sorry Four you will not escape from me that easily.#btw this takes place in an alternative universe where day 5 doesn't exist and he doesn't know that shadow is just following him around âš#now if you all excuse me im going to search for food im hungry#layraket writing
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Transformation time! How many alternate forms do the Links have, and how many of them can be squeezed into one story?
Suggestions:
- Legend as Hyrule (First Gen. Ring) or a monster (moblin, bokoblin, and octorok iirc)
- fairy Hyrule (but more classic fae, perhaps?)
- Deku Scrub Time
- actual-Minish Four
- Wolfie of course
- Malayna Malon
For one snippet? I fit in three! This was fun, but if I tried to fit more it would have turned into a full blown fic. Maybe another time!
(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)
After weeks on the road with all nine heroes, all of them were ready to be alone for a while. Even the more extroverted among them were starting to get on each otherâs nerves. It was only natural after being in close quarters for so long, and Twilight, for one, was glad that they were able to split up in a safe place before someone snapped. A few of them elected to stay at camp. Warriors was doing some sewing. Wild and Wind were going to start some cooking. Ever since heâd helped Wild recreate his grandmaâs soup, heâd been eager to keep helping. As much as Wild liked to cook, it was good to have helping hands since he cooked the most often. Twilight left before everyone else decided what to do. He was more than ready for a break, and theyâd already checked that the area was safe. As far as they could tell, there were no monsters in miles. Once he was out of sight, Twilight grabbed the crystal around his neck. The familiar shadows surrounded him, and he sighed as he finally transformed into his wolf form. He shook, letting his fur fluff out, before taking off in a loping run. He didnât stray too far away from camp, but he allowed himself to move out of earshot. There was a creek theyâd passed an hour ago that would make a nice spot to rest for a while, with a few flat stones on the bank. When he reached the spot, he settled on one of the stones, still warm from the afternoon sunlight. He rested his head on his paws and just watched the creek, spotting fishing and frogs in the water as the birds around him took up their songs. Twilight wasnât sure when heâd fallen asleep, but he woke slowly, the sound of quiet chiming laughter interrupting the background sounds. He opened his eyes, watching as a fairy floated towards him and alighted on his nose. Twilight could feel his eyes crossing as he looked at fairy. It came into focus, the fluffy brown hair and green tunic â wait, that wasnât a normal fairy. Traveler? Hyrule must have noticed the recognition. He sat cross legged on Twilightâs snout. âHey, Rancher. I hope itâs okay if I join you. It just seems so peaceful here, and, well, the markings on your head are pretty distinctive.â Hyruleâs voice was quiet and high-pitched, but Twilight understood. He had no way of speaking like this, so he blinked, slowly. Hyrule patted his snout before turning to face the creek. Twilight let his eyes fall shut once more. Hyrule continued to surprise them. It was only a few minutes later when there was a quiet squeaking from behind him. Twilightâs ears twitched, and he felt Hyrule crawling up his snout to stand on his head. Twilight didnât mind. He was too comfortable to move. The squeaking got louder, and then there was a gentle tugging as something pulled at the fur on his side. Hyrule laughed again and took off from his perch. Twilight picked his head up to look at what was crawling up his side. It was a tiny, mouse-like creature with a feather for a tail. A minish! Four had shown one to him when he was in his wolf form and Wind a few weeks ago. But this one was wearing a familiar hat⊠âSmith! Howâd you find us?â Twilight couldnât understand Fourâs squeaking, but Hyrule was nodding along. âThis is a good place to rest. Rancher found a nice spot.â More squeaks. âAs long as weâre quiet!â Twilight huffed out a breath as he settled back down. The sun was warm on his fur and Four and Hyrule settled on his back. Their conversation got quieter, and Twilight was content to go back to his nap. He had questions, but they could wait.
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never say goodbye
The sailor finally learned of a secret that roamed among the group and he wasn't happy about it, after all, who, if not him, would even dare to get so close to you? He would make sure it wasn't that wolf.
character â Wind, platonic.
cw â platonic yandere, wind is a warning in itself, feral little gremlin has too many traumas to take care of.
as always, @wayfayrr big brain ideas makes me spiral into madness and this is the latest result of it. and my opinion stands strong, platonic yanderes are fucking scary, they could ruin your fucking life if it meant you would never look away from them <3
kinda noticing how I'm turning mostly into a dark content blog too, oh dear, that wasn't the intention.
The sailor wasn't stupid like some liked to paint him as. It was only natural for him to discover what was the nature of Wolfie's existence when the rancher was always so secretive about it.
The man had come clean to him when he noticed the boy was too near the truth, after all, he trusted him like a younger sibling, he knew he wouldn't do anything to use it against him.
But maybe it was a mistake.
He must have underrated the sailor possible bolts of jealousy when he said something like that to him.
At first it was okay, but he started acting gloomier by the day when you didn't pay him any mind in order to play with the group's wolf. When it came to that, Twilight unfortunately knew it was only a matter of time until the bubble of rose tinted lens burst.
And for the first time, anyone in the group had ever seen Wind cry.
Not that he wasn't easy to read, he was more open than most in the group and always relied into some of the others when in need of help, it was endearing how he acted like the younger sibling when he noticed it would alleviate the tension, even when it was apparent how much he hated acting like it.
But he was strong.
There was no doubt about it, some could even argue that the boy would stand among the heroes with the most mental fortitude, as there was hardly anything that could set him off, even in the middle of battle.
But the scene unfolding right now was nothing short of a surprise.
The boy clung to your clothes as he muttered something incoherent, tears streaming down his face as his grip around one of your writs turned bruising. You winced and Twilight turned frantic.
âWait, Wind, [Name] is in pain.â The ordonian tries to approach, but the glare he receives from the boy is enough to make him stop.
âDon't you fucking dare!â Wind snarled, showing his teeth and any reproach Wars had about his language, died when he noticed just how shaken up he was.
âHey sailor, what got into you suddenly.â Four didn't move from his spot near the clearing, but the youngest head whipped to him so harshly you feared he would hurt himself.
âLike you're one to talk, smith. I bet someone like you was into like the rest of you all.â His voice was firm, but the tears just continued to cascade relentlessly. âI bet you all would just leave me out of it and try to take away all the things I love, like they always do.â
A sob broke from his throat and finally his facade crumbled, as his eyes ran back to you, filled with so much desperation you couldn't help but hug the boy, who sniffled into your chest.
â[Name], please, don't leave, please... I'll be good, I promise.â You shushed him quietly, running your hand over his hair as the other patted his back.
âHey now... why would I leave?â His eyes lifted to meet you, wet lashes brushing and peeking through his bangs. âI won't leave you, don't worry.â You smiled reassuringly and he nodded softly, his hand around your wrist finally letting go as he hugged you again, now nuzzling into you.
You looked in confusion to the rest of the group, but there was no answer from their part. Twilight eyes avoided yours and Time sighed, impatient, but not words were uttered to calm your nerves.
It was a strange night, and you could notice how ever since that day the youngest was more and more protective over you, turning especially harsh when Wolfie tried to approach you, but no one said a thing to dimiss his paranoia, as you could only follow along his whims, since anything you said to go against his wishes would make the usually so energetic boy tremble and cry in fear you would abandon him.
At some point you understood that what you said to him as only a mean to calm him down, was now a promise binding the two of you together.
#lu wind#wind linked universe#linked universe#fungi's delicacies#I'm not all that proud of it but damn will i extend on this topic later
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I also request Fairy Reader that uses magic to have a full human form being sweet on the boys bc they deserve all the cuddles and fresh baked bread-
-Softie
Oh that's cute! I'll see what I can come up with. <3
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You didnât think it would have gone this far. At first you just wanted to do something nice for this group of warry travelers.
They had all looked so young and tired and downtrodden.
You didnât intent to stay in form longer than you had. You had just wanted to help.
One of them saw right through your spell and pulled you aside to see if you had needed any assistance. You had to tell your brother that it was quite the opposite. He seems a bit skeptical of your intentions but there was little you could do to persuade him, and little he could do to change your mind.
And now, as you finds yourself squished between the one called Wolfie, the one called Wind and the one called Sky, you think itâs about time someone saved you and woke them all up.
The one they call the Old Man passes by and you reach your hand out to him. âHelp me.â You whisper, still not wanting to wake them up. âTheyâre squishing me!â
He smiles somewhat, laughing with his eyes and bends down to meet your level. âHow unfortunate. Well we canât have that, can we?â
He takes your hand and gently moves Wolfie off of your legs as he pulls you up. Together you keep Wind from falling over and place him next to Sky.
You dust yourself off, fixing your skirt and top. âThank you.â
âAnytime.â He pats your head. âItâs only fair.â
You hum and dash over to the small pouch youâve begun to bring with you. âI know I said wasnât going to stick around for so long this time-â
âAnd yet they trapped you into a cuddle pile.â The one called Legend snorts. He reeks of magic- more so than Wolfie but itâs more stifling. Itâs all sterilized magic. As nice as he is, it hurts your nose.
You smile tensely. âThe little one wanted a story. It wasnât my intention.â
âHmm.â
You take out the loaf of bread you had baked that morning and hand it to The Old Man. âHere. This is for you.â
Youâre quick to duck back into your bag and take out the little baggy of dried fruits with peeled and deshelled nuts. âAnd this is for you as well. Iâm sorry I couldnât bring as much last time.â
These trips are actually quite the pain in the wing, you wince. But you donât say that thought out loud.
He takes them gracious and bows his head toward you. Thereâs another knowing look to his eye. âWe accept these provisions once more. Iâll do my best to make sure everyone gets a share.â
You nod back and put your pouch over your shoulder. âAlright then. This is all I can do for now. A thousand pardons for my intrusion.â
âAww... Youâre leaving us, already?â The one called Warrior teases. âBut you just got here. Stay a while. Take a load off. Whoâs ever denied good company?â
You blush a bit. âFlatterer... I already said my stay has to be short. Iâve already stayed longer than intended.â
âIgnore him.â The one called Four laughs under his breath. âWe know that. Take care of yourself, ok? Weâll see you soon?â
You nod. Another one that you think might be onto you is the Smith. So between your brother, The Old Man and Four, you think youâll have to sparse your visits somewhat. Even if every part of you tells you to help them where ever you can.
You take a few steps toward the tree line before the one called Wild taps your shoulder. He holds out a small package that smells divine. âHere. For helping us as much as you do.â
Your heart begins to beat a little faster as you take it, gently putting it in your pouch. You nod and smile- ignoring the way your eyes get a bit watery. With a little bow, you send the tiniest of magic his way, before making your way back into the forest.
You keep walking until youâre sure the trees cover your form from their ever perceptive eyes. You shift back.
You shrink and move up simultaneously. The pouch on your bag begins to gain weight exponentially even if itâs technically lighter than before.
âWait!â Your brother calls out. Heâs in your face before you know it and helps with the pouch. âOk, I got you. Letâs get you to the fountain to rest.â
âThatâs not my fountain though-â
âBut itâll help with the weight.â He cuts you off. âYou might tear your wing otherwise.â
You canât argue with that, even if you try. â....Itâs a small sacrifice.â
âDonât talk like that.â He scolds. âIf your wings tears weâll never be able to see you again. Thereâs no coming back from that.â
You whine and let him do as he pleases. You get back to the closest fountain. The mother here welcomes you both graciously.
Your brother- your only brother- bids your farewell and kisses you forehead in payment for your troubles. Itâs refreshing. You feel energized.
Time to collect more food for your next visit. Youâll see if you can bring more. But first- youâre going to eat what Wild gave you. And you donât plan on sharing.
Part 2
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Well, it's rainy outside and kind of cold and that means it's time for some uplifting picspam. So here are some pictures of Kavan Smith that make me think of Stargate fic ideas or AUs and stuff.
Let's start with this one. Evan Lorne (sporting his trademark 'hands on my hips and looking a bit stern' stance - which, surprise! I love) learns that even when he's not on Atlantis - when he's taking some leave in a quiet cabin! - he's still going to have to mobilize his whole 'seriously?' look . Because he signed up for a quiet week away from water and nonsense, and what has shown up on the doorstep of his rented cabin? Some nonsense. It involves General O'Neill, who wants to talk about fishing. "There aren't any lakes nearby, sir," Lorne tells him. Jack just waves that away. Fishing is a state of mind. Also, he needs to hide out for a while. He's sure Lorne understands (Lorne does not).
Wait, wait. Or what about if this is an AU where Evan Lorne (not in the USAF) is staying in his family cabin after...I don't know some kind of shock...and one morning there's this guy bleeding all over his porch, and he looks like he's been through the wars (but what wars?) and needs some help even though he's remarkably close-mouthed about how he got in this state (bloody, bruised, one arm hanging weird, etc) and after Evan's cleaned him up a bit and put that arm in a sling and given him some water, the guy pushes himself up from a chair, and sways on his feet a bit and says, "Thanks, I'm just gonna--" and he waves in the direction of the door and Evan pulls out the hands-on-hips-stern look and is like, "Nope." And the guy looks like he's going try it anyway, even though he can barely stand. Evan puts The Look into full force, and the guy sits back down. Later, when he's passed out on Evan's couch, Evan looks through his coat pockets (bloody coat) and finds some kind of ID that says Sheppard, John, with a logo he doesn't recognize. It's going to be interesting when the guy wakes up.
This one says 'Evan Lorne werewolf AU' to me. Just a werewolf who likes to hang around with his arms crossed, looking intense and thinking about chasing things down. Maybe he's in the SGC. Maybe he isn't. Maybe he lives in a little town on the edge of a massive forest, a quiet and unremarkable life (except for the whole claws/fangs/wolfy thing, but still, it's quiet) until one day he finds some dude half-dead on the edge of the forest, and whelp, there I go again thinking about the whole 'isolated werewolf/guy running from his terrible past understated romance' thing.
This one is just dirtbag!Lorne and that's all there is to it, and I thank @dedkake for making it. Also, tongue blep is appealing.
Post-Atlantis, Lorne is having a rough go of it and is taking some leave time. He's at a loss. Who is he when he's not XO to the least predictable CO in two galaxies? It's a big adjustment. So he's trying out cooking and romantic dinners and the like, and also the whole beard thing. He's not sure it's working for him. Though he does like the plaid. It's comfortable. It's cozy. And Rodney will eat anything Evan puts in front of his face.
(A couple of weeks later, Evan says, "I'm going to shave," and, "I got a call from the SGC." And Rodney is glad, because Evan's cooking is great, it really is, but Rodney can't just eat all day long, he's got work to do).
This one makes me think of farmers' market AU. Every time. He looks so young. Fresh-faced! Like a farmer or a painter, or guy who likes to be outside all the time, wearing sensible shirts and smouldering a little.
This one is small but amazing. He looks like a smouldering spy or maybe a devious corporate dude or something. I don't know. AU where Evan Lorne doesn't go into the military but instead gets recruited by the CIA or whatever, and has the cover of corporate mogul in some kind of energy-generating company that allows him to travel around the world easily and also hook up with guys like Radek Zelenka on joint US-EU missions, and then one time they meet up with Rodney McKay (PhD, PhD; CSIS operative) and there are some shenanigans and Elizabeth Weir is their slick diplomat contact. Look, I don't know anything about how the CIA and CSIS work, but it's fun to think about some spy hijinks and like, nice suits and stuff.
Also, bonus image not of Kavan Smith - Radek Zelenka, EU partner in superspy AU. Looking very slick there, Radek!! I like it. (This stance says, "Are you looking for some fun, CIA superspy Evan Lorne?" The answer, of course, is yes.)
(I don't even know where I found most of these images, so if I missed crediting you for something, please let me know and I'll add it).
#kavan smith#major evan lorne#radek zelenka#david nykl#stargate atlantis#picspam#sometimes I just like thinking about AUs
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Tornado No. 8, dated 12 May 1979. Similar to 2000AD ostensibly being edited by 'Tharg', Tornado was edited by the superhero 'Big E'.
The artist Dave Gibbons appeared as Big E on covers and in photo features in many issues.
Percy was Ken Armstrong, an editor and writer of strips such as Hook Jaw, Lofty's One-Man Luftwaffe and Tornado's own The Mind of Wolfie Smith.
I'm not sure who Sam was but might have been Bev Henry, an art editor on the comic along with the legendary Jan Shepheard (who created some of the greatest logos in comics).
Kevin O'Neill was Billy.
Rebellion.
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So How do you think Fierce deity Sky would work?
Like this!
Most of the heroesâ exposed secrets were not willingly confessed so much as forcibly revealed by circumstance. A harrowing battle ended with the Smith finally displaying his Four Swordâs power; Legend reluctantly demonstrated his ability to transform into a painting during a dungeon puzzle. Compared to these two discoveries, the fact that Twilight and Wolfie were one and the same was easy to digest, Sky thought.
A few secrets, however, were tentatively shared in the sleepy evening hours when conversation turned soft and somber. Sky could recall this particular secretâs revelation with clarity. He could visualize Time carefully cradling the ancient mask that Sky now gripped in trembling fingers. Even now, he felt the horror of Timeâs story, of a small, brave child compelled to be a vessel for a violent deity. And he remembered Time caressing the red markings on his cheek, the permanent byproducts of too much power used too often.
âI canât believe you still have that damn thing,â Warriors had murmured, half-lamenting and half-accusatory.
âWould you use it again?â Wind had asked. âEven though itâs so dangerous?â
âIf I had to, yes.â Time smiled sadly, tracing his fingers along the edge of the mask, as Sky, lost in memory, did now. âAfter all these years, he almost feels like a friend.â
A friend, Sky mused. I sure hope heâs a friend.
Scanning the battlefield a final time, Sky could see how exhausted and injured all of his brothers were, could see the monstersâ massive cavalry was still invigorated and ruthless.
Unless someone had another miraculous secret ability to pull out, this was a losing fight. The time for drastic, maybe desperate, measures had arrived, and this damnable mask was the only failsafe Sky could think of. Its unparalleled power would easily secure them a victory.
More importantly, it would easily save their lives.
Mind made up, borrowed item in hand, Sky stepped away from Epona, who was burdened with everyoneâs bags. She whinnied questioningly, no doubt sensing Skyâs nerves, but he ignored her as he trudged back onto the battlefield, raising the Fierce Deity mask to his face.
The transformation was instantaneous. Sudden and extreme, it made Sky feel dizzy and nauseatedâexcept it didnât, because he was bodiless. His consciousness had been snatched from his physical formâexcept it hadnât been, because his head felt achy and overstuffed, like heâd experienced an abrupt shift in air pressure, and his stomach violently churned.
Yet simultaneously, he felt a radical disconnect from his body. Sky could vaguely discern his own motion, and then only in ephemeral moments of clarity. He likened the paradoxical sensation of being and not being to the blurry region between sleeping and waking, but that analogy didnât quite encompass this disconcerting, disjointing experience.
He was himself, but he wasnât; he wasnât someone else, either, but he was. He wasnât alone; there was another consciousness beside him, inside him. Inside his body or his mind? He couldnât tell. Both, neither. He felt like his consciousness wasnât his own, like someone was sharing his thoughts, or maybe thinking his thoughts for him.
Sky felt all manner of confusing, contradictory things, and it was too much. Too much.
Before rummaging through Timeâs bag to fetch the maskâan event that must have happened hours ago, maybe seconds agoâSky had reaffirmed his private vow to accept any and all hardships in place of his brothers. For Skyâs mistakes, they had suffered enough. Not just the mistakes heâd made on his adventure, but all the errors thereafter for the rest of his life. All the choices he would makeâthe choices heâd already made, in his brothersâ historiesâaffected them in ways he couldnât even conceive. He could never atone for that, but he would try his damnedest to protect them from anything he could.
(Do I really sacrifice myself for them? Sky often wondered. Or is it because I canât live with the guilt?)
Sky had chosen to don the consumptive mask so Time wouldnât have to, but now, in this realm of existing and not existing, of pain and total numbness, he wished he hadnât. He selfishly wished he could strip off the horrid, possessed article and return to himself, because this was too much.
How long was he trapped in that in-between? Sky didnât know. Reentering the normal world, when it happened, felt like surfacing from a sea after nearly drowning. No, it was more, he imagined, like being birthed. His body felt foreign in its familiarity as he frantically gulped in air, acutely aware of his lungs expanding, feeling terribly, definitely ill.
Unconsciously, he rolled from his back to his side and vomited. As soon as he was finished, a dribble of bile on his chin, he was scooped into someoneâs lap.
Blearily, he looked up at Time, catching a glimpse of the oldest heroâs devastated expression before the man pulled him close. Timeâs bulky armor made the tight hug painful, but Sky didnât mind. Depleted, he sank into Timeâs embrace.
âAre you okay?â Time whispered. Sky nodded into the Old Manâs neck, a slight movement that nonetheless renewed his dizziness.
âAre you?â Sky murmured, his mouth dry, his head heavy. He could feel himself drowsing despite the reticence in Timeâs lengthy pause.
âEverything will be okay,â he said at last.
Not exactly a reassuring statement. Sky struggled to open his eyes, to draw back and look across the battlefield. He blinked at a blood-drenched heap of mangled, shredded monster parts before Time gently pulled him back, settling Sky against his shoulder again.
âItâs okay,â Time soothed. âItâs all going to be okay.â
Sky thought he should try to get up again, to survey the decimation that occurred by his hand, the destructive consequences of his choices. Before he could, though, Timeâs fingers combing through his hair lulled him into that strange space between dreaming and waking, and he decided he would rest.
#i hope this isn't incomprehensible or littered with typos because it's like 2am lol#you know i was going to take this in an angstier direction but then cuddling happened#and if there's one thing i like more than angst it's cuddles#so that seemed like a good place to end it lol#hope you like it byeeee#linked universe#lu#lu sky#sky#fanfic#anthem answers#anthem writes
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Maybe a snippet about Hyrule hitting statues for potions? (Like Legendâs statues in Holodrum/Labrynnia or maybe Miphaâs statue)
Ask and ye shall receive! In no reasonable amount of time, but receive ye shall!
(This was a ton of fun to write!)
Everyone in their group had some... irregularities...
Timeâs issue with pottery for example, or Legendâs need to collect every item that could conceivably (and sometimes inconceivably) be used for anything ever. Wars had a need to know where everyone was all the time, and Twilight had a tendency to gnaw on things, made worse by Wildâs propensity for giving him meat with bones still in it, bones that Twilight would gnaw on for the rest of the meal until someone pointed it out.
It was funny, really, to see his pup flush and spit out the bones with a startled expression, apparently never having realized what he was doing. It was funnier still that if the pup seemed particularly keen on one, that Wolfie would appear later to finish chewing it.
But chewing bones and collecting items, and even digging through pottery (which wasnât a good thing he knows, Malon has scolded him a million times for it)Â are hardly comparable to Hyruleâs tendencies.
Hyrule liked to hit things.
Not people mind, or animals, or even buildings. Hyrule liked to hit statues, and apparently only statues.
The same look would come over the travelerâs face every time, considering and curious before he took off like a rocket towards whatever stone or metal figure lay before him. But no matter how consistent the behavior was, no one was ever fast enough to stop him.
The first time it wasnât that big of a deal. It was just the traveler, the veteran and himself, and theyâd been wandering about in Wildâs Hyrule trying to figure out where exactly the others were.
Usually, they wouldnât have split up, but both he and the vet were fighting with their arthritis and Hyrule had insisted on taking a look to try and figure out something to help them. It was late, and neither of them had felt overly keen on arguing against the order, but the others were half asleep on their feet, so Time had encouraged them to hurry along to the village Wild had promised was nearby.
Finding the village was the easy part, the hard part was stopping Legend from wheezing up a lung when his protĂ©gĂ©'s first instinct was to smack the statue of Hylia in its center. Hyrule had looked disappointed for whatever reason after soundly punching Hyliaâs likeness in the side, and it had only made the vet wheeze harder, leaning against Time heavily in order to stay upright as he cackled uproariously. Time didnât really get why it was funny, but the fact that Hyruleâs first instinct was to smack Hylia did pull a smile to his lips.
Legend didnât laugh the second time it happened though, in fact, he looked hurt.
Theyâd been dumped in a place that Legend called Lynna City, and while the vet wove his way through the streets with practiced ease, the others trailing after him like ducklings as heâd explained some of the history of the place, even telling them that it was the sight of one of his adventures.
âItâs changed a lot since then though,â The vet drawled, eyes glimmering in a way Time wasnât sure he liked. âBut thereâs some things that donât change.â
âLike what?â Wind had bounced in place, gripping Legendâs hand tightly as he had been doing since they found themselves in one of the cities alley ways.
The vet flinched, eyes darting to the side as heâd ushered them further along the pathways, only to be stopped by Warriorsâ voice exclaiming in a breathy manner. âLike that?â
In the middle of the town square, there was a statue. A bright smiling face, sharp eyes and the vetâs signature messy bangs stared out at them from a face of stone, much younger looking than the vet himself, but easily recognizable.
Warriors whistled. âThey have a statue of you? Wow, impressive.â None of his usual snark tainted the words, and the captain even looked vaguely uncomfortable as he stared at the fixture (if he remembered right, there was an exact replica in Ciaâs rose garden).
âLike that.â Legend drawled, irritation on his face, but ears darkening and twitching in embarrassment. âI told Anbi not to but-â
The vetâs words were cut off by Hyrule running across the square and promptly smacking the statue. Legendâs irritated façade cracked to reveal a hurt expression beneath as he watched Hyrule wring his hands out and return to the group with a disappointed expression. ââRulie?â The vetâs eyes shimmered with hurt as Hyrule shook his head.
âNothing.â Came the disappointed sigh.
Legend was very nearly pouting out of hurt for a second before he shrugged it off stiffly and continued to lead them all through Lynna. Nothing was said of the statue hitting after that, save one time where Wars tried to bring it up only to be on the receiving end of a stink eye from the vet.
For not wanting a statue, Legend seemed rather hurt that Hyrule would hit the thing.
Wild was even more touchy, but it made sense that he would be, after all, the statue that Hyrule tried to go after next was, apparently, very important to the Champion.
Theyâd landed in Wildâs Hyrule again and the young hero was taking them all to the Zoraâs Domain to investigate rumors about an infected lynel. Three heroes had flinched at the mere idea, and while time didnât know what a lynel was, he was beginning to dread it, what with the hesitant murmurs and fearful looks shot between the trio.
Theyâd hardly entered the domain before Wild was suddenly catching hold of the traveler, prompting several curious looks from his party and from passer bys. But then they saw why.
Rising up in the center of the domain was a tall and graceful statue of a zora woman, and the minute Hyruleâs eyes fell on it he was surging forwards in Wildâs arms, barely held back as the Champion scowled.
âRule, so help me, if you smack that statue I will toss you in the pools and not let you out for an hour!â
The traveler turned to his growling friend in confusion. âWhat?â
âDonât hit her, thatâs my fiancĂ©.â Wild threatened softly, eyes glinting unnaturally blue as brows shot up.
âSky could have said the same thing, yet here we are.â Legend drawled, earning curious looks from all those who hadnât witnessed the first incident.
âBut statues have rupees inside.â Hyrule blinked owlishly. âWeâre hard up for funds, why shouldnât I get us some.â
There was a moment of silence before Wild released the traveler with a weary sigh. âThatâs not how it works here, âRule.â
âOr in my world, Iâd like to add.â Legend butted in, looking somewhat relieved.
Hyrule looked from one to another of their group, confusion clear on his face. âThen how do you get money?â
âI have a job.â Wars shrugged, and was echoed by both Twilight and Time himself, as Four motioned at the captain.
âIâm a smith.â
âI do odd jobs for people.â Wind added on.
âSame!â All anger had drained from Wildâs face as he smiled brightly at the sailr.
âI do landscaping work.â Legend drawled, inspecting a hand distractedly, nly to be met with th stars of the others. âOh fine, I cut grass and blow shit up, happy?â He frowned in thought, cokcing his head. âAnd trees. I also work on trees. We also sell stuff out of the orchard and honey as well, and I kinda rent out the house to Ravio-â
âPoint is.â Warriors broke through the vetâs murmurs. âWe donât hut statues for money. That would be considered rude in our worlds.â
Hyrule nodded. âAlright.â
And they thought that was the end of it.
The first time they saw a statue in Hyruleâs world, a goddess statue to be exact, Hyrule ran up and bopped the thing over the head, much to the horror of Sky.
A rupee bounced to the ground, glimmering and bright, prompting a smile from the traveler.
âBut- but- but-â
âItâs just a pagan god.â Hyrule shrugged, rubbing the rupee off on his tunic. âAnd everyone does it here.â
Sky looked like he might either scold or cry, and Legend had devolved back into cackling, eyes watering as he looked up at his protégé with a fond smile.
Time shook his head. They all had their irregularities.
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2000 AD #140
24th Nov 1979
Blackhawk
Judge Dredd (The Black Plague)
Captain Klep (Lord Klep)
Stainless Steel Rat
The VCs
The Mind Of Wolfie Smith (Night Of The Carnivore)
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For those of yâall that do DISCORD rp, I do have a server if you want to write with Melinda there.  I also have many other characters I do write on there also including:
Classic Loki (Also known as Old Man Loki from Loki TV Show)
Ikol L. Ikol (Loki that is a mind wiped analyst in another universe, he is still the living embodiment of chaos)
Loki 1131 Basically the Loki of the tv show, when he kissed Sylvie it was like kissing a sister, he realized he didnât love her --love her.  It was like kissing Thor which did absolutely nothing for him.  Heâd rather stab himself than kiss his brother.
Oath Loki, Oath Thor, & Oath Sylvie Loki and Sylvie were born Fraternal Twins.  The three of them swore a blood oath to never betray each other and it broke the timeline and were thrown to Asgoliath.
Melinda Halliwell
The youngest child of Piper and Leo. (You on this blog)
Constance Halliwell
Melindaâs identical twin (one of the triplets)
Peter HalliwellÂ
Melindaâs fraternal twin (one of the triplets)
Poppy Barnes
Melinda and @apocketfullofmuses (Buckyâs) daughter.
Jamie Barnes
Melinda and @apocketfullofmuses (Buckyâs) son.
Patty Wolf Halliwell (1/4 Whitelighter, 1/2 Darklighter, 1/4 Whitelighter)
Melinda and @derschwarzeengel (Damonâs) daughter.
Wolfgang âWolfieâ Halliwell
Melinda and Damonâs son.
Jack & Jonny Murdock
Melinda and Matt Murdockâs twin sons @apocketfullofmuses
Anna Smith
One half of Morganaâs soul, the goodness and compassion that Morgaine ripped out of her.
Wanda Maximoff, Billy Maximoff, Tommy Maximoff
From WandaVision
Peter Maximoff
Universe jumping Quicksilver
Wyatt Halliwell
Melindaâs oldest brother.
Emily Marks
Simon Markâs heir and disappointment.
Primrose Turner
Phoebe and Coleâs child (not the Source Baby), she was conceived weeks before her brother.
Prue (II) Halliwell
Phoebe and Coopâs first child.
Perle HalliwellÂ
Prueâs younger sister.
Penny Halliwell
Phoebeâs youngest child.
Cipher
An experiment of the Time War and survivor.
Sam Hale
OC cousin of Derek Haleâs.
Patrick & Phillip Trudeau
Twin sons of Andy & Prue. (OCs)
The Doctor
15th Incarnation of The Doctor.
Henry Mitchell Jr.
Youngest child of Paige and Henry.
Tommy Merlyn
Dark Archer from a timeline that was supposedly destroyed.
Sophie Mitchell
Paige & Henryâs eldest speedster daughter.
Lizzie Mitchell
Sophieâs identical twin sister.
Hope Cipher
Dragon Warlock OC from ShadowHunters.
Evelyn Miller
From another universe and timeline, Evelyn lives in the present trying to find a way to break the curse on her family.
James Walters
A 7th Son of A 7th Son and is the 7th Generation.
Morgan Faith
Nephilia and one of Yellow Eyesâs special kids who is a literal bomb when she purges demon blood from her system.
Rebekkah Amell
The Hero of Ferelden and The Inquisitor in a nice package.  Sheâs here to save the world--again.
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RICHARD LITTLEJOHN: When will the Leftist student activists grow up and stop monstering Maggie?
RICHARD LITTLEJOHN: When will the Leftist student activists grow up and stop monstering Maggie?
When I heard that some imbecile had chucked a few eggs at the newly erected statue of Margaret Thatcher in Grantham, I naturally assumed the culprit was probably a spotty student with purple dreadlocks and industrial-strength halitosis. In my mindâs eye, I envisaged a Wolfie Smith wannabe in torn jeans, scuffed Doc Martens and an Army surplus jacket plastered in CND and Black Lives MatterâŠ
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categorized and generalized all the types of tumblr aesthetics i have come across.
I have been going through archives for the last five years on tumblr now, and i canât help but notice that a lot of blogs are the same. There seems to be a pattern in the sorts of aesthetics i run up against. So, in my exhaustion, i tried coming up with all the different aesthetics, and i tried to put them into certain categories. Obviously, some of these categories are mixed with others.
PORN TUMBLR
-general porn
-lesbian/gay general
-kinky stuff
-daddy dom stuff - tied up boobies
-bears
-just unrealistic nudes
-just realistic nudes
-vintage porn, and occasionally porn that is so old that it was drawn by someone in the 1800âČs
- hentai and erotic animal people cartoon characters going at it
-person who took about five pictures of themselves naked five years ago who has not come back
RICH KID TUMBLR
-super modelesque kids in their super rich cool kid clothes and fashion in Starbucks taking pictures of their food and their trips to Europe in 1st class
- incredibly expensive looking sunglasses
-rich kid travel blogs with hundreds of thousands of notes of pictures from rich people buildings
-quotes that say 'be happy' or stuff about saying anyone can just travel anywhere at any time, just the general advice you might get from someone who doesn't know how the other half lives
- cats
VINTAGE TUMBLR
-the greatest generation stuff, forgotten early hollywood actors/actresses, very old movie gifs, Theda Bara, Clara Bow, Carol Lombard, early Joan Crawford, Gone with the Wind ect..
-50's, 60's and 70's, Nancy Sinatra, Brigitte Bardot, Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn â generally a lot of Audrey Hepburn
-Posts old advertisements and old cars, sometimes old toys, a few pinups, vintage comics, kinda weird
- vintage toy blogs - just toys, named and dated
-sometimes retrospace stuff
-sometimes just old comic book stuff
FEMINIST/ GENDER STUDIES TUMBLR
-intersectional feminists who post mostly text and back and forth writings, sometimes they fightÂ
-radfems and turfs, unpopular minority of angry at the intersectional feminists
- Fat Acceptance movement, chubby bunnies
-other girl's selfies, lots of girl power related drawings of gender symbols and the like, Grimes, being a witch, Courtney Love, sailor moon, and so forth, sometimes bleeds into soft grunge
-topics on transgender, gender fluid and others that have informativeÂ
- asexual community
BLACK LIVES MATTERÂ TUMBLR
-black lives matter awareness, police brutality, pointing out flaws in legal system
-lovely stylish selfies
-call outs of racism, lots of dialogue, and the extension of twitter
80's + 90's GIF TUMBLR
-like gifs of scratched up VCR obscure film openings, and repetitious obscure 80's gifs in general, everything is fuzzy and looks like it came from an 80' infomercial, kinda makes you feel scared
-90's gifs of Pee Wee Herman, Catdog, Clarissa Explains it All, Chucky Cheese, Fruit by the Foot, Beavus and Butthead, Bart Simpson, and so on
HIPPIE TUMBLR
-just like the rich kidz, only they have white kid dreads and post a lot of vanlife stuff, lots of festivals
-mostly psychedelic gifs, with occasional trippy art, Foster the People is their favorite band
-real hippies, who post pictures of communes and people making tyed dye things, nonsexual nudes with hairy women, Grateful Dead stuff
-Buddhist and Hindu quotes, sometimes lilies
SOFT GRUNGE TUMBLR
purple and pink skies, water, windows with lace
girls with pale skin and perfect make up, and chokers, bruises, sparkly skin
mermaid texture, mermaid hair colors
Lana Del Rey
kind of like 90's only more melty and pink
quotes about good vibes
Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless mind reference
moon print
dream pop bands from the early 90's
GROWN UP SOFT GRUNGE TUMBLR
picture of Uma Thurman overdosing in Pulp Fiction
lots and lots of flowers
lots of sensual pictures of pale skin under certain lighting
albino people
albino animals
pictures of sunrises
Reykjavic
kind of like the Soft Grunge, but just a little bit more subtle and film tumblry
ART BLOG TUMBLR
old roman art
chinese, japanese and korean art from long ago
renaissance and medieval art with religious context
just like medieval art of specifically torture
18th and 19th century portrait paintings
Scenic paintings of hills, Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec, Monet
Dada, Pablo Picasso, Jackson Pollock, Salvador Dali, Andy Warhol, Adolph Wolfie
Modern art that is squiggly, slimy, and bizzare, breaks art rules but looks good, David Shrigley
Modern Surrealists
ARTIST BLOG TUMBLR
posts really great homemade gifs that nobody knows about infrequently
blogs that only have the artwork of the blog owner â generally post infrequently and not given enough credit ever, except maybe one of there works has a whole bunch of notes
person who keeps painting the same thing over and over again and does it a lot for years at a time, 0 notes usually â who are you??
collage artists that mix 50's scenes with hyperspace backdrops
FILM BLOG TUMBLR
-Stanley Kubrick, Jean Cocteau, lots of black and white french films
-that movie where the two people are sitting on the ledge of a building and the other one jumps off
Clockwork Orange
-Paris, Texas
David Lynch
Blue Velvet, Twin Peaks (gets stolen by other kinds of blogs frequently)
Wim Wenders,
Rare film art from Poland in the 70's
Jans Svankmajer
Man Ray, Max Ernst,
cool quotes by philosopher, artist, psychologist, or film director
Amelie
sometimes Wes Anderson
PHOTOGRAPHY TUMBLR
abandoned places, gas stations, archaic cafes, falling apart amusement parks
uses too much dark fade out in the background pictures of fields and stuff, overused filtering â posted a ton three years ago and then left
just photostock
girl who takes pictures of herself in costume
Nature pictures, animal pictures ect..
person who just takes pictures of textures and minimalist buildings â usually colorful
person who's personal Instagram picture just automatically post to tumblr also, probably never checks up, usually pictures of them with friends as a pub
Indigenous pictures from around the world, some of them from books, some from National Geographic, some from other places
Super old pictures from old newspapers, the great depression, WW2 â generally black and white
MUSIC TUMBLR
Really likes Led Zeppelin, The Doors and The Who, sometimes mixed with other vintage, often posts the same pictures and songs for years â you feel bad because no new music will be coming out from these artists
super cheesy Van Halen, Kiss, Styx, Ozzy person, Big Hair, likes 80's pin ups and skulls, sometimes into martial arts
super cheesy death metal fan, lots of pinups, corny black and white pictures of skulls and such
REALLY likes British Invasion, The Zombies, The Kinks, The Hollies, The Animals, will occasionally post Detroit girl groups from the 60's, some Velvet Underground, pictures of the Beatles girlfriends
Just David Bowie, Lou Reed, Patti Smith and Iggy Pop. Maybe some New York Dolls
Old Blues and Jazz, Etta James, Son House, Nina Simone, pictures of Leadbelly and Howlin' Wolf and especially Miles Davis
really into post punk, Nick Cave, Siouxsie, Bauhaus, The Cure, Einsturzende Neubauten, Lydia Lunch, PJ Harvey and Rowland S. Howard, sometimes Morrissey. also generally mixes film and art blog stuff in with occasional feminist things
Just Morrissey, they call him Moz.
Fan clubs for specific bands that are newer and popular like Arctic Monkeys or Fallout Boy, but also ones blogs that really like emo lyrics from early 2000's and such â scene kids that are still scenin' it up
loves Jens Lekman, Belle and Sebastian, The Magnetic Fields and The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Cigarettes After Sex. Usually posts really cute modern art, and uses tumblr mostly for writing, has the cutest hair cut and can pull off overalls, never posts too little or too much, extremely twee
HISTORY TUMBLR
ancient mesopotamia, greek and Egyptian history and relics
Blogs that are specifically about one place in one era - Ancient Russia, Ireland before it was taken over, precolonial India and so on
Samurai, Geisha, and scrolls
Swords, knights, castles, kings of Europe in general
Specific Wars, examples: 7 Years War, Revolutionary War, WW1 + 2
France from before the revolution â pictures of wigged men, Napoleon, Marie Antoinette
Jane Austen time era anything 18th and 19th century, slight excuse to post lots of Pride and Prejudice gifs with Keira Knightly and that Mr. Darcy in the rain
Outfits â just outfits that are really old
person who is obsessed with the Nazis and seems to like Hitler
Flappers and earlier 20th â often an excuse to post gifs of Downton Abbey
Vintage books, often children books, but sometimes others
DESIGN TUMBLR
really fucked up pictures of the Simpsons melting and stuff
gradient graphic art with symbols or words meant to convey a product that I don't understand for an obscure magazine subscription
graphic squiggles without form, minimalist graphic pictures of beach balls, tennis bats, and sneakers
bizarre smiley faces made from smaller smiley faces
80's inspired design
odd looking models with undercuts and no eyebrows
cartoon dogs and cats
just static and glitches. Nothing more, nothing less
either they make their own graphic designs and they rarely post, or they compile reblogs of everyone else's and they post all the time
WEIRDO TUMBLR
insane family pictures of family who all has mullet dressed as bumble bees
Lots of Robert Crumb, some vintage stuff, but nothing remotely main stream
Some of the modern art, but only the weirdest of it
claymation masks
Comix
Moebius
art from early Power Point
100 piece sculptures with melted toys
paintings of monsters
Steve Brule
children's fan art of Smokey the Bear â looks disturbing
Items that are too kitschy to be accepted by your average vintage indie blog
sometimes a specific blog centered around some kind of crazy event where everyone dresses completely insane
POLITICAL TUMBLR
the communists and Marxists
a mixture of BLM and LGBTQ stuff
the libertarians, anarchocapitalists, Ayn rand folk
the left wing anarchists, freegans, graffiti punks, garden punks, possums
informative left wing news that explains to us everyday how the GOP is fucking us
alt. right creeps who are simply here to be trolls and upset everyone else â anti SJW, that stupid frog, nationalists, trump supporters and such â irrelevant poorly thought memes
I miss Obama memes
Bernie Sanders forever and always folk
RAINBOW TUMBLR
pictures of rainbow candies, toys, designs, clothing and so forth all of it rainbow
people who post one color at a time, so when you go through their archive it's all gradient and neat looking â usually the pictures are a little stock photoish though
HALLOWEEN TUMBLR
Betty Page
The Cramps. Reverend Horton Heat
Psychobilly pin ups, old cars, burning skulls, vintage B horror movies, The Swamp Thing
Legitimately obsessed with the activities of Halloween â posts witches, devils, trick or treat candy, Bella Lugosi, The Monster Mash, Halloween decoration - and doesn't ever forget how many days away Halloween is
Jack the Skeleton
Freddy Krueger
FANCLUB TUMBLR
Superwholock
Hannigram
American Horror Story
K Pop and J Pop + Korean Drama
boy bands in general
Hamilton
My Little Ponies
Ghibli Studios
Various anime shows
fat Disney princesses
Super heroes
Pokemon
Big Bang Theory
Mighty Boosh
Monty Python
Phantom of the Opera
Labyrinth
Vampire Chronicles
Orange is the New Black
Breaking Bad
Alice in Wonderland
Harry Potter
Star Wars
Steven Universe
Adventure Time
Game of Thrones and Walking Dead
any television show really
Furry cartoons
lots of spacy quick anime chibi versions of characters who are hooking up and wouldn't normally in the show
scenes from movies with subtext that comes from a different movie or show
probably countless others i am not thinking of.
SPECIALTY TUMBLR
serial killer blogs
unexplained mysteries, ghosts, ufo's
pictures of galaxies with information (not sparkly silly ones with no context)
sewing and yarn
precious stones
cars
just gardening
just cats
religious blogs, either Islam, Christian, Jewish, Hindu or Buddhist
specific animal blogs, snake, spiders, wild cats and such
science blogs about technology and stuff
NATURE TUMBLR
stock photoish pictures of camp grounds and misty mountains â often taken by the hippies
angelic looking deer, and occasional animal burials with flowers'
person who takes pictures of flowers all the time
granola type fellow who loves juicing and backpacking â doesn't get on tumblr much
BLACK AND WHITE GOTH TUMBLR
slenderman fan art, actually just about anything creepypasta related
you have to turn off the music when you visit their page because it's just too much
fan art of black eyed children
slit wrists
pictures that were turned into Gifs because they shake
taxidermy
screamo lyrics
Alice in wonderland with X's for eyes
gothic models
occasional serial killer
skulls and references to Edgar Allan Poe
GIF MEME TUMBLR
just a sea of Gifs and memes relating to anything about life ever â almost shitposting but not quite
eventually one of the gifs got 100,000 notes for it's relatability so they get a lot of traffic
lots of pictures and circumstances from The Office, Parks and Rec, and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
Nihilist memes
SOFTY TUMBLR
kind of a little girl dom thing going on
Kawai and lots of Japanese girls
cute colorful make up
plushies and toys
references to fantasy cartoons from the 80's, the last unicorn, or that one with the girls in that band
Polly Pockets, Furbies, trolls
gifs of stars and hearts
Sailor Moon
pink bedroom
baby animals
occasionally more on the vintage kitschy side
WICCA TUMBLR
ravens, bats, candles
pentacles and other symbols
crystals
sometimes there is dreads
occasionally, it is a serious practicing Wicca who posts spells and gives witch advice
lots of personal reflections
boobs
GROSS TUMBLR
Tim and Eric, Steve Brule centered blog that are mostly in the act to make you feel queezy
like, people eating cheerios with ketchup and people wearing shoes with the soles cut out, people putting their feet in spagetti, bad tattoos on foreheads
snails, beetles, bird doing mean things to people
mostly moldy things, moss, strange dolls
things that look like they came from the dark crystal,
delapitating bedrooms that once belonged to a little girl, torn wall paper, old porcelain dolls that are slightly upsetting
Clowns
occasionally a blog so gross you will be ruined for having seen it â Two Girls one Cup sort of thing
NERD TUMBLR
old video game start up pages
Super Mario Bros.
Other video game characters
chibis of video game characters interacting with one another
Final Fantasy references
randomly doesn't post for a year
SELF HELP TUMBLR
blog that gives dumb advice that only works if you were already happy anyway
either semi fake or oversimplified 'psyche facts'
blogs from people who suffer from addiction or mental illness and want help and use their blog to vent
blogs ran by people who enjoy crystal meth and donât give a fuck.
worthy of mentioning, blogs that nobody ever posted a single thing or just one thing, like, really cryptic blogs that nobody could ever understand, blogs that were taken over by some kind of virus and they are trying to sell you male pattern baldness remedies, or they are now call absurdly pornographic things because the virus took over and now they are like blonde cumfuck creampie or something of that nature, and blogs were the person was basically saying they have found a girlfriend/boyfriend now and donât need tumblr anymore so goodbye
and in my experience ...
anybody can post pictures of jiggly boobs
anybody can post Grace Jones
anybody can post a Bjork song
these seem to be universal truths that defy limitations
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http://digitalminx.com
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKW9esYJW0s
(dantalion psychological profile)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ENJG6pMEBk gif billie
http://ionlygotoneheart.tumblr.com/post/69702454179/partners-in-crime-10th-doctor-gif-hunt
http://ionlygotoneheart.tumblr.com/post/69913336017/parting-of-the-ways-new-earth-10th-doctor-gif
https://dxvidtennant.tumblr.com/post/134281171329
https://emmarps.tumblr.com/post/157800546789/x
https://emmarps.tumblr.com/post/153578270739
http://brans.tumblr.com/post/183212216046/david-tennant-gif-pack-under-the-cut-are
http://captaindanver.tumblr.com/post/181171771697/under-the-cut-you-will-find-25-gifs-of-david
CLARA: So, I may have accidentally invented a boyfriend.
DOCTOR: Yeah, I did that once and thereâs no easy way to get rid of an android.
CLARA: No, not an android. A pretend one, an imaginary one. And I said heâd be coming to Christmas dinner.
DOCTOR: Yeah.
time of the doctor
okay, so everyoneâs making the parallel between twelve/clara and ten/rose with the whole hand scene and thatâs pretty accurate, but the first thing I remembered was ten screaming âIâll save you!â to martha when she was nearly roasted to death in 42.and something quite scary happened with ten right after that and apparently twelve as a ghost will be one hell of a ghost, so you can guess which parallel iâm deciding on.
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Katherine Kit Bailey is Kit Baileyâs full name on Heartland, played by Tatiana Maslany
from @strongcigarettesandliquor other muses:
Christina Evanâs (Chrisitna Hendricks) CEO of a lingerie company
Amelie Edwards (Candice King) club hostess
Crystal Smith (Margot Robbie) doctor
Roxanne Connor (Danielle Campbell) History student
 <div class="header" style="background-image:url('http://31.media.tumblr.com/5a46ea9021f24beb6a0766919a889943/tumblr_ns03ozYDs51rgvfxho4_500.gif');">    <div class="nametag">EinzelgÀnger</div>  <div class="icon" style="background-image:url('http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/i/airowolf.jpg?1');">  </div>  </div>
 <div class="info">  <div class="general">    <div class="gen" >Age: Unknown</div>    <div class="gen" style="border-left: 10px solid #303030;">Species: Omnipresent</div>    <div class="gen" style="border-left: 10px solid #404040;">Gender: Female/Genderless</div>    <div class="gen" style="border-left: 10px solid #505050;">Orientation: Omnisexual</div>    <div class="gen" style="border-left: 10px solid #606060;">Family: Supernatural</div>    <div class="gen" style="border-left: 10px solid #707070;">Class: Upper</div>  </div>  <div class="desc">  Once possessing V entirely after being dormant for many years and having a proper vessel, Bad Wolf or simply Wolf, was finally free. Appearence-wise, when Wolf posseses a person or has a vessel, the host's hair will grow blonde due to both the golden dust sparkling within along with having a taste of being in two different minds briefly; those someones being Rose Tyler and The Doctor (Ninth). Though, being witnessed going back inside his TARDIS's heart, there was a good bit that wiped out the Dalek Armada wandering around aimlessly in space. Being near another ship with the same energy as her previous home, the Wolf resided within V's ship, more specifically inside V's mind. Eventually, after being possessed by her, this created three alternate timelines. One in which she possesses V and becomes the Bad Wolf Incarnate <strike>where her face is how V is currently though her faceclaims would be roles where Tatiana is blonde. Also seemed to be omnipresent due to being poisoned in one verse yet perfectly alive in another</strike>, The Vigilante <strike>where her entire life changes and is unable to rengenerate properly, being permanently stuck with the face of Rose Tyler/Billie Piper with the Wolf running through her veins. She also can interact with V and is probably the most forward when it comes to meeting those that V has met. This also sprouts a new blog altogether, a reset with that face. Also seems to use the Wolf as more of an extension of herself than a parasite. Even more that she has the memories of current!V so, she can learn from her possible future self mistakes.</strike>, and V with only reminants of the Wolf within her <strike>being that muses who has the Bad Wolf within them can sense her having the ability but, that triggers it to dormant and useless at best. Only being used as a means to connect with one another.</strike>.  <p>Bad Wolf Incarnate, this verse only, is probably the first verse where she is a villain of V herself and is the first separate character altogether of V: Second being the Vigilante. This is also a verse where those who dislike or loathe or hate V can get along with her, but she will name herself EinzelgÀnger when confronting those who plot against V. In her own verse, her recent verse, she is with an entity name Xeik and together they adopted two redheaded twins: a boy and a girl. They both love to paint the universe red and gold without a care in the world and is the only verse where she is truly happy.</p>
 </div>  </div>  <div class="links">    <a href="http://themadvigilantist.tumblr.com/post/129000902655/children-of-the-tardis-little-babies-of-doom">Her Children</a>    <a href="http://themadvigilantist.tumblr.com/tagged/v:-Oh-Wolfie">v: Oh Wolfie</a>
#ooc#vc: einzelgÀnger#mv: longpost#doctor who#{just stuff i haven't gone around to but forgotten what i was going to do with it and just compiled it like this for some reason}
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Carolyn Leckie: Being abusive and obnoxious will put people off voting Yes
UNTIL recently I thought Astroturf was the artificial surface that covers five-a-side football pitches. Well, it is. But itâs also, apparently, the name given to online campaigning that involves setting up multiple social media accounts to convey the impression of numerical strength.
Peter A Bell's insight:
Strange, is it not, that we rarely if ever hear anybody claim that being abusive and obnoxious will put people off voting No. The Ross Greers and the Cat Boyds and the Lesley Riddochs and the Angela Haggertys and the Robin McAlpines all regularly mount their virtual pulpits to berate the ordinary folks of the Yes movement on their sinful ways. And now Carolyn Leckie joins the ranks of this priesthood of righteous radicals lecturing us about how weâre doing it all wrong.
 Apparently, weâre all talking to the wrong people, about the wrong things, in the wrong places, at the wrong times. Most unforgivably of all, weâre talking in the wrong way. Weâre using the wrong language. Weâre not using the approved form of words.
 Like an army of dour, dust-dry and domineering dominies, these self-appointed gatekeepers of the cause and guardians of the one true word loom over us, crow black and brimming with cant. Armed with the tawse of intolerance and the waggy finger of denunciation, they pursue their joyless mission to purify the Yes movement. To drive out the demons of honest anger and robust rhetoric. To criticise, castigate and condemn those who do not conform to their notions of what is fit and proper.
 According to this tutting, clucking clique, we must constantly walk on eggshells. We must treat the population of Scotland as if it were a collection of delicate hot-house flowers poised to wither and wilt if we utter a word out of place. Which is problematic for anybody who wishes to engage on behalf of the independence campaign because it seems that pretty much anything we say is likely to be denounced for bringing the Yes campaign into disrepute. The list of expressions which are liable to put people off voting Yes is apparently endless.
 So isnât it odd that there is no equivalent list of words that are likely to dissuade people from voting No? The prevailing convention seems to be that British nationalists are free to be as âabusive and obnoxiousâ as they wish, while those who write and speak on behalf of the independence cause are constrained by rigid rules. We are subject to proscriptions defined and dictated by our opponents but enforced by a pompously censorious elite within the Yes movement.
 What towering arrogance is it that declares a perspective invalid just because the terms in which it is expressed are disapproved of? Much of the commentary being hysterically denounced as improper by the British stateâs propaganda apparatus and Yes movementâs self-deputised internal police force is, for many if not most of us, the language of everyday discourse. Itâs just the way we talk.
 Iâve a wee message for what somebody very aptly termed the âHoly Wolfie Smiths of the Byres Road Cappuccino Commie setâ.
 Donât dare tell people their views are not legitimate for no better reason than that they choose to deploy the odd expletive!
 Donât presume to belittle and denigrate those who may be expressing themselves in the only way they know how!
 Donât dismiss perfectly justifiable anger at injustice just because it resorts to a limited vocabulary!
 Donât ever try to exclude people on the grounds that donât meet some arbitrary standard of erudition!
 And for f*** sake stop feeding the totally contrived British nationalist narrative of âcybernat abuseâ. That, as much as your high-minded moralising, is what really might undermine the broad and inclusive Yes movement.
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