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[sexypinkon]

Sexypink - Jackie Hinkson - Carnival themed painting.

[the-meme-from-uncle]

Random sketchbook doodles (colourised)

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Why do I give mainly Mekakucity actors? Mainly because it's the only anime I watched to the end because of my concentration problems (I gave up on "Sailor Moon")

I mean, for me it's long, and this other version seems empty… I know, SM fans will beat me, but let's be honest, it's the least fear in my life (And with MA, I can add "Vocaloid" and the name of the series songs and the name of the manga, so you understand, additional reach)

And this is necessary for the collections to reach people :/

Now that I have your attention:

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Unfortunately, the problem of fewer and fewer people talking about Gaza makes it difficult to reach people :/

In addition, people are not boycotting companies that supported Israel, and liberals who didn't care about Palestine are now using it as a way to force votes for blue people… Eh… Because it is clear that there are more important things than people's lives…

[sailorjisunq]

sailor mia irma vc está aceitando pedidos ou a estrela do tumblr está lotada de asks? eu posso esperar até que vc fique mais tranquilinha aí

amg assim,,,,, aceitando eu to neah mas tem umas 160 asks acumuladas aqui🙈 mas pode mandar!! deixo vc passar na frente da fila pq vc tem bom gosto pra fazer as unhas!

[caffeinated-fan]

Desktop>logs>Iceman

Chapter 2

Summary:

A glimpse into a slow day at Top Gun, complete with minor inconveniences and lonely wallowing, hurray!

Notes:

This is my first real attempt at a long fic, and trying to come up with a story. This chapter was started over *checks notes* 267 days ago.... I've spent that past (almost) year reading RoosterForMe fics on tumblr and trying wrangle a similar vibe for this. If you want to read *chef's kiss* TG:M fics I cannot recommend her works enough. <3<3<3

Tuesday morning, 10th June.

Laundry, and sweeping. Groceries-MILK and creamer

I was writing my day plans out, my coffee getting colder next to me. Scribbling in the dates of upcoming appointments and services. My pen settled on the square for Saturday, scribbled in hasty pencil marks was ‘Dinner w/ Kazansky, Kans. Barbeque’.

This would be fine, it wasn’t going to suck. Barbeque is good, and therefore things around barbeque are also good.

“That’s a normal thing to think,” I mumbled to myself, taking a sip of coffee. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy being around other people, quite the opposite.

It’s fine, no one would look at an archivist and assume they’re a party animal. Tom seemed to enjoy my company, he somehow made it easier to talk to him. Like he understood when to give me space to talk, not bowling me over to finish what I was saying.

I stowed my journal in my backpack and set out to work. Stopping by my door to plop my basil plant outside.

“Bye, Boski Boo!” I hollered at the small aquarium in the living room before shutting the door.

I drove up to the MA at the base’s gate, holding out my ID, and sliding my bag to the front to let him check it. The ammunition pouches on his kevlar vest sagged inward without clips to hold them open, but the clip in his gun kept the impression that he very much would shoot me if he had to. I drove past him, continuing down a road leading along the edge of base. Despite working here for almost a year I had rarely seen further into the base, my clearance only allowing me a few blocks in. But, I still got to see the buzz of military life in the distance. I had started getting used to the sound of aircraft zipping overhead and buzzing buildings when they came in to land. Although it made calling people while on base a nightmare with jet engines often drowning out both ends of the line.

I hopped out of my car slinging my bag over my shoulder. The brick building stood in the middle of a perfectly kept green, the paved paths clean and swept. As I walked up the path I remembered my first week here, I would cut the corner and step across the grass. Finally I noticed each time I did a sailor would wince or grimace to themselves. One finally told me they’d had it beaten into them to Never EVER walk on the grass. Apparently one of the Officers liked to make sailors who broke that rule crawl on all fours on the grass next to the paved path.

The doors to the archival building stuck as I moved inside, the sea air eating away at the metal. I waved quickly at the receptionist (Katy?) making a b-line for my office. I pushed the power switch on my computer and set about emptying my bag while it booted up. Digging through the mail for any updates on requested materials and orders for copies.

...

Stacking file-boxes full of newly printed copies, I pushed through my office door towards the archives. Walking down the aisles, carefully returning the cassettes to their boxes along with their CD copies. I’d finished up the day after Tom came by. I'd spent the rest of that day thinking about him sitting quietly, flipping through manila folders. ___

I sat clicking my pen, glancing up at Tom through the open doors. His head was bowed, nose almost touching the papers he was looking at. Leaning on his forearms, his hands cradling his head.

“We have magnifying glasses if you need one,” I softly called out. Tom's head popped up, still hunched over the paper.

“That'd be great, thank you.” He pushed up and rubbed at his eyes. I pulled open a desk drawer, grabbed what I needed and headed over.

“I'm surprised you don't need glasses,” I joked, handing him the magnifying glass.

“Hm. Not yet, but I don't doubt that grandpa reading glasses are in my future.” The mental image of Tom with glasses popped into my head. Oh. That's not bad at all…Maybe he's a horn-rimmed glasses guy, maybe more classic chic,

....

Okay, she's definitely thinking about me in glasses, now. I had no intent on telling her the grandpa glasses were fully in use already. Thankfully I'd only ruined my near sight from shoving my nose in books all day. I'm not sure I could survive Mav knowing I need glasses.

“I'm sure you'll look very distinguished when the day comes.” I felt her hand land on my shoulder before she walked away. Back through the two doorways to sit behind her desk. My face a little warm at the thought of someone finding my glasses attractive

My eyes dropped down to the papers in front of me. A-5 Vigilante variable geometry and their wind tunnel results. My brain goes back to running its two trains of thought. Half of my mind was focusing on the words, the other half combing through ideas to get her to come back over. I cleared my throat, leaning towards the doorway.

“There's one configuration for the A-5 that's an almost wingless design..” ___

The quiet of the archival room pressed against my ears. Layers of paper and cardboard softening the outside world as it slips through the roof and chatters along the metal I-beams.

“Weh, Wil, WILLIAMS! James E.,” my shout of triumph cut through the silence like a knife careening through a window. Pulling down the box I gently laid the cassettes and CDs onto a new cardboard divider and closed the box. My eyes cast around the large, quiet room as I gathered up the box to put it away. The desk by the door, the foldout steel chair looking morose and empty. He’d even pushed it back in. The magnifying glass neatly tucked against the wall. I hadn't had anyone come into records just to read for leisure in a few months. Mostly older sailors coming in on a slow day to peruse photographs and battle plans. I huffed and pushed the box onto the shelf and headed back to my office.

My open notebook caught my attention as I sat back down, Dinner w/ Tom circled in red on the 14th. The day before catching my eye, Friday 13th, making me smile. If I made it through that BBQ would be a nice reward for not getting murdered.

…

“Lieutenant Kazansky to tower, pre-flight checklist complete, awaiting orders.”

“Acknowledged, await further instructions,” the operator’s voice took on a less professional tone as she continued, “Get comfy, Ice, the engineers are still checking the runway for debris.” A jet had come in after hitting some birds and had left some nasty gifts for the ground crews, no one was injured thankfully. I shoved my head back as much as the crowded cockpit would let me. I'd gladly spend all day in my jet but for God's sake usually I was flying. I felt Slider jostle around behind me as he sat forward in his seat.

“Since we have some time to ourselves, let me tell you about that blonde, Rachel,” Slider said, his mask clunking against my chair.

“Is this the dumb one or the pretty dumb one?” I joked, remembering the two from last week. We'd gone to a bar far enough off base that the girls were excited to see a pilot but not total tag chasers. Slider had spent the night with a blonde on each arm like he was weighing his decision on who to stick with me. He was a hell of a RIO, and a decent wingman. Meaning he'd figure out fast if I wanted a girl that night and happily take home both if I didn't.

“Ha-Ha. Condescending laugh. She was plenty smart, works as a receptionist for some big company. Likes old planes. Anyway, she's got a friend, a stewardesses, coming in to visit next week who just adores the strong silent type. Said she'd love to set you up on a double date with us.”

“She sounds less like a hit it and quit it and more like a date, Slider,” I joked. He huffed and sat back in his seat. I waited for him to say some snappy comeback.

“Slider?...She was a one nighter, right?”

“...”

“Oh-ho-ho, Cupid landed a shot last night? That's great Slide, why the hell'd ya keep it from me?” Slider wasn't some chauvinistic prick who'd rather die than say he gets the warm fuzzies.

“Well, she was, a one night, ya'know. I spent the night-,” “Nice.” “I was going to head back home but she offered to order some food and we started talking. Then in the morning she said there was a nice brunch place on the way back to the bar. Her car is cool too, shitty driver though. It just kinda smacked into me, she's so cool, man. I was like some dopey highschooler, cracking jokes and being terrified I'd annoy her somehow.”

“You? Annoy someone? Impossible, you only chew all your pencils and think out loud, have awful hygiene…” I joked, Slider pushing against my chair, before continuing. “I'd love to meet her, blind double date be damned.”

“Tower to Lieutenants, clear to proceed to the runway.”

…

This sucked. Okay not suck-sucks, but I was getting tired of this E-3 and his adherence to Not Helping Me. The wobbly stool was not helping me either, threatening to tip over as I grabbed boxes from the top shelf. He had been courteous when he’d told me what he needed from the archives, though his kindness ended there. Letting me climb up and down to retrieve the hefty boxes.

“Why weren’t you given a ladder? Shouldn’t there be a ladder just for this room?” he asked, shifting the boxes next to him with his foot. He reached up and steadied my back as I climbed down.

“No, there isn’t. The building flooded a few years back and it rusted. Now, we have stools.” I dusted down my shirt and took the box from him. “S’That everything? Good.” GET OUT. He pulled a smile and lead the way out. Catching the door with his shoulder and nodding me past.

I dropped the box I was holding in his arms (probably harder than I should given the contents), pulled a smile, and went to my office. “Thank you, Ma'm. I'll be sure to get these back to you, all papers present.” He flashed a grin and adjusted the boxes to keep them stacked.

“Hope this isn’t the only trip you take over here,” the receptionist, (Katy, no Kathy?) said, pushing her chair back to get the main doors.

“Oh, I don’t think my CO will ever stop sending me here, ‘course you could always come see me.”

I pulled my door closed to avoid hearing them flirt. Kathy (I’ve decided that had to be it) liked uniforms more than the person in them, always chasing around the sailors who’d recently been stationed here. I sat back in my chair with a sigh, trying to calm myself. I shouldn’t be upset. That E-3 wasn’t doing anything wrong. I had no real reason to be annoyed with him. A small flush of guilt spread up my neck. I hated being mad, I hated losing control over myself, I hated how people treated me like a child when I got upset. I blew out a breath, leaned forward, and started typing in the logged out materials.

…

My keys slid into the lock as I shoved my body weight against it. I dropped my bag inside the door, and scooped up my basil plant. The door clicked shut behind me, shutting out the last bit of light. The light of Boski’s tank barely lit up the room as I walked over to him. Boski, my comet goldfish, stared in my general direction from his tank as he swam slowly around. I watched with a small smile as he passed under the sign I hung above his cave, “Lord Byron Boksilous the Spacious”.

“Well, Boski-nova, I had a very boring day, I don’t know how you manage.” I sat down on the floor then let my body fall flat on the carpet. I really did like this job, the hours were fine, pay was decent. My dad had told me stories about how good it was to be contracted by the military in some way. While I wasn’t directly contracted I still had nice benefits.

“Only reason they're so good is no one else is there. It’s one of the largest on base repositories and they hired one person, Boski.” The hand I had raised to make my point clear to Boski flopped down beside me.

“One, angry, lonely person…” Drowning in a little pity pool sounded like a good ending to this day. I layed there watching the reflections of the tank on the walls.

…

My truck's engine rumbled against my back as I stood across from Cary in some hotel parking lot. I’d driven her back after Slider went home with Rachel again, leaving Cary to get a cab. She’d hesitantly accepted my offer to drive her and I’d spent the whole time salvaging my image. It'd been a rocky start to our double date. I spent a good while getting back into the swing of flirting. Cary’d spent the date flicking her attention from me to the first round college game over my shoulder. Slider was right, the two women did enjoy aviation talk. We'd regaled them with training tales and finished with our great tale of flying with Mav, I embellished his prowess for the night, no use adding to his reputation. Now, she stood a few feet away smoking under a half-alive lamppost, the sickly green light making her dress look a weird ocean blue.

“Are you leaving or do you wanna come up?” She’d been smoking in silence for so long I jumped a little. Her eyes were locked on me, her expression was fixed between boredom and bedroom eyes. Or just tired. She’d told me how little sleep she got when she worked, catching a few hours in a cramped hotel room with three other girls. I weighed my options, the evening was awkward and she wasn’t as nice as Rachel was. She wasn’t bratty, she just didn’t care to work around feelings. Preferring to speak as frankly as she could without being overly rude. She was hot, pretty tall, and seemed to have gotten over my rocky start.

She walked to the hotel door and threw away her cigarette, standing by the side entrance. I opened my truck's cab, turned the engine off and put the key in my jacket. My legs carried me to her side as she opened the door, leading me inside.

The door’s lock clicks closed softly

[sequenciadelovezinho]

Wow faz um tempão q eu n uso o Tumblr hein hein

Enfim, vim divulgar aq minha HQzinha chamada Metagemma. É sobre Mahou Shoujo (tipo sailor moon e essas paradas) e vai ser mais focada em ação, comédia e drama tbm ou ier

Irei publicar no Tapas e Fliptru principalmente, embora tenha chance disponibilizar em outros lugares. Essa é a capa, aproveitem

Falarei mais sobre no meu twitter: @loveGameplayz. Sei q tá rolando aquela treta toda mas lá eu estou focando mais em divulgação dela, obg pela atenção

[wub-fur-radio]

All Love Radio 2 💜❤️  A Late 20th Century Rock Music Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre

“Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet” – Kurt Cobain

Our original All Love Radio mix, released in 2021, celebrated the Saint Valentine’s Day holiday with a sugary batch of modern rock ’n’ roll love tunes from the current century; this time we decided to give the nostalgia junkies a treat, so we time-tunnelled back to the late 20th century and brought back a heart-shaped box full of of sweet indie/alt rock confections from the 80s and 90s. Featuring passionate, romantic, and/or heartbroken musical outpourings from XTC, The B-52s, Lyres, the Flatmates, Iggy Pop, Shonen Knife, the dBs, Primal Scream, BMX Bandits, and eleven more bands who want to be somebody’s valentine (maybe yours).

Cover art background photo courtesy of PX Here.

▶︎ Listen on Mixcloud | YouTube (or scroll down to use an embedded player below)

Running Time: 1 hour, 2 seconds

Tracklist

Intro [Excerpt from 'Ode to St. Valentine' by Calvin Johnson] (0:23)

Loveland (4:53) — The B-52's | Athens, GA | 1982

Love At First Sight (3:06) — XTC | Swindon, UK | 1980

Love is for Lovers (3:16) — The dB’s | New York / North Carolina | 1984

So In Love With You (2:08) — The Flatmates | Bristol, UK | 1986

This Is Love (3:10) — The Gist | Cardiff, Wales, UK | 1980

Our Love Is Heavenly (3:25) — Heavenly | Oxford, UK | 1991

Together Forever in Love (2:23) — Go Sailor | Berkeley, CA | 1995

This Is Why You Love Me (1:51) — The Brian Jonestown Massacre | San Francisco, CA | 1997

Love Me Till The Sun Shines (3:56) — Lyres | Boston, MA | 1984

(Love Is Like A) Heatwave (2:45) — Shonen Knife | Osaka, Japan | 1994

Love Makes the World Go Round (2:45) — BMX Bandits | Glasgow, Scotland, UK | 1996

Funnel of Love (1:33) — The Jody Grind | Atlanta, GA | 1992

Love You More (1:27) — Fastbacks | Seattle, WA | 1993

Love Barge (3:26) — Big Dipper | Boston, MA | 1990

Love Is a Beautiful Thing (2:31) — Young Fresh Fellows | Seattle, WA | 1992

Love to Hate to Love (3:28) — Eleventh Dream Day | Chicago, IL | 1989

Love You (4:43) — Primal Scream | Glasgow, Scotland, UK | 1987

Sea of Love (3:37) — Iggy Pop | Ann Arbor, MI | 1981

I Need Your Love (3:07) — Ramones | Queens, NY | 1983

True Love Will Find You in the End (2:10) — The Reivers | Austin, TX | 1987

💜❤️🧡💚💙 💜❤️🧡💚💙 💜❤️🧡💚💙 💜❤️🧡💚💙

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[hypnosworlds]

Tumblr me dejo de funcionar en la tablet, intente subir esta imagen desde hace un buen pero bueno, nueva imagen! tengo ya varias acumuladas por esta falla, pero X hice a Rey (Sailor Mars) creo que pude haber captando mas su personalidad pero bueno uwu

[andtheny]

Looks like Rain - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1353291948-looks-like-rain-chapter-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=andtheny&wp_originator=pncpu%2FHH3IlSxhMgnys%2BNmYdMnolrWL6RYE0IU%2B4IPFqnlPnKeYsySHKD171Omo12TFD2me4Q8vLglo141T5i7ZV92LYUSqQSgXinhNU87FcsCRwzXjya7mGuIbf9LEd Xodó Černý was twelve when he caught his father without the mask. "Neikea!" the alien shouted. Then the alien began to swear like a sailor. Except he did it in other languages, "Грузить!" the alien screamed. "Ma laasot?!" "Ugh," Xodó said. "I already knew you were a weirdo, but those green bulb thingies on your head are super ugly! Can you please put your mask back on?"

[showerbong]

ahEM- popcorn me, marco...

If tumblr deletes this like it deleted the incredibly searing and insightful exposé i drafted four months ago about how my ugly ex used to make a point of plopping his ballsack on the arm of my roommate's $3,000 velvet west elm couch every time we fucked in the living room when no one was no one home (i think there was a line about how his ballsack looked like, a digusting and like deflated Easter Peep.. or like two marshmellows crammed together and melting into one kind of blob on a stick over a fire... ) i will perhaps have to CALL IT, idiomatically speaking, on my life.

ok whatever

here's the story- i've been waiting to tell you something, which is that all you have to do in order to think of a story to write is to just start by thinking of a story and then like, writing it,,,... so okay i'm writing little synopsissss

There's this woman who may or may not be a genius; she's not sure, but she's either a genius and her life really is like, INCREDIBLE; or, she is actually so deluded and nutso, like TOTALLY crazy that she has been, in fact, hallucinating her whole entire life. Like, right now, I guess let's call her Isabelle-- Isabelle is 29 years old and is currently either in Croatia on a private yacht with her like, hot and somehow humble boyfriend who cherishes her but doesn't like suffocate her, who like actually GETS her and who also like can banter back, who like used to be a musician but now just like, owns and runs a yacht charter company so he's gone like all the time and leaves her alone (thank GOD), but he's not a sailor who's heart belongs to the sea like this is a fukin Hemingway story or anything; he, let's call him Art (because hes like an art boy and also bc my ex HATES this guy irl named Art), anyway so Art just like oversees everything with the yacht company but also gets to take Isabelle wherever she wants to go like whenever and he is super chill so he also lets her take yacht trips with her besties by herself and doesn't bombard her with like 27 minutes worth of voice notes while she's gone; anyway, isabelle is either there right now tanning with her bestie Hannah somewhere on the Adriatic sea (lets say Art actually didn't come or whatever he's just like on shore somewhere), OR she's in the psych ward at McLean Hospital in Belmont Massachusetts, hallucinating all of this while she sits in bed on an assload of drugs that she doesn't even KNOW about because her husband Art is actually ugly and evil and his secretly dosing her with [drug of choice], and, without her knowledge, has arranged for her to be the first ever human recipient of a brain transplant from an unknown donor source. Actually, if it is the latter, she's in a secret basement under McLean in Belmont MA, next to a bunch of pipes and stuff, where it definitely smells like piss, undergoing the following preparation (of course, without her knowledge as she is heavily medicated and dreaming about the adriatic, which she's obviously too poor to ever go to, really) in anticipation of said brain transplant, undergoing a series of extensive tests and surgical preparations.

[boombayahtalks]

sailors, vcs só jogam na krp do twitter ou já jogaram/jogam em outros lugares e plataformas?

☾ Sailor Mars — Atualmente só jogo em comunidade krp do twitter, estrelinha. Mas também já joguei no tumblr, orkut explanando que sou idosa, vk e rp "aberto" no twitter e no facebook. Tenho saudades de jogar no tumblr, estrelinha, mas não suportooo o app. Acho terrível.

☾ Sailor Venus — No momento, nem no twitter estou jogando porque até agora não saiu uma comunidade que fez os meus olhinhos brilharem, mas sou um dinossauro nesse mundo do rp e já joguei no orkut, no livejournal, tumblr, vk, no yoble, 1x1, rpi. Fui pra tudo quanto é canto como você pode ver!

[adeleisexceptional]

                            A    D    E   L    E       T    O    D     D

                                EMBAH | The ultimate Sailor

[susanarodriguesart]

Sailor Moon-INNER SENSHI and Tuxedo Mask/Kamen

instagram • redbubble * twitter

[sailorjisunq]

sailor que conselhos voce daria pra alguem que quer comecar um blog aki mas nao tem muita experiencia

procurei outros dois posts falando sobre isso que eu já tenho aqui mas não achei então vamo lá:

dedicação: não que vc tenha que ficar 24h fazendo icon ou seja lá oq você pretende postar, mas, pelo menos no começo, eu indico fazer pelo menos um post por dia

pedir divulgação em blogs maiores: eu sei que pode dar vergonha mas ajuda bastante

usar tags: use tags relacionadas ao que você ta postando, não tenha vergonha também (mas eu não indico usar tags não relacionadas, tipo botar tag de icon ou layout do blackpink num post de icons do skz, isso vai deixar seu blog super bagunçado e pode irritar as pessoas quando ela forem procurar no search geral do tumblr e ela pode acabar te bloqueando ou denunciando por spam)

dar o seu melhor quando tiver fazendo as edits: não adianta fazer um negócio meia boca só pra ter o que postar. eu sempre digo que me pegunto se usaria aquele layout ou icons que to postando ali, se a resposta for sim, eu posto. se for não, eu refaço tudo. e o mais importante:

não desista só pq o engajamento não ta sendo bom logo no começo: eu criei esse blog em 2017 e só fui começar a ter um engajamento razoável em 2020, e aconteceu bem do nada então não sei como ajudar a crescer logo ☠ mas ter paciência e seguir o passo da dedicação são muuuuito importante

[lysonthemoon]

So I did the thing. 

[milkahia]

Sailor Mars | Sailor Moon