#uhmmmm how do i tag this

[cr3ntist]

some priests from the sketchbook. I am not a religious man but there is something captivating about a man in a flattering black outfit

[silverorchideon]

"I Could've Been Anyone, Anyone Else..."

I got back into Hermitcraft, got into the Life Series and, mildly disappointed in myself, YHS.

I made two fics (both in a series), and a playlist available on both Spotify and YouTube.

[slugorsomething]

Hi tumbler here's more drawings of my ocs:3

[slimefail]

Hi i'm curious. i've been Learning about punk subculture recently and i just wanted to ask and i'm sorry if this is Rude or Insensitive and i'm very Uneducated but how do you do basic hygiene stuff ???? like brushing your teeth and showering Cause i know there's like the don't buy stuff from stores cause anti capitalism anti consumerism (i Think?)

also on that topic !!! how do you do the D.I.Y. stuff ?? and Um about the jackets i see some punks wearing (are they called Battle Jackets ???) where do you get the pins/patches/stickers(?) from? I think they're very cool :3

again sorry if any of this is like. Rude to ask . i'm a curious guy truly i have ZERO !!! ill intentions Thank you for reading (ALSO i did look this up but i didn't really understand anything, like at all. English isn't my first language sorry,,)

[chipadequeso]

youre telling me this musical is about a "package" that "came" in the "male" ...?????

[operator-pillz]

« Honey , sleeping by you has never been nicer . »

Some Noah x Kevin for the enjoyers :3

[sysig]

I decided to give a go to @niennanir’s lovely print-your-own-fic recipe on my Inside and Out as a test run and I’m quite pleased with the results as a first pass :D

I wish I’d taken a few more process pictures but there was a slight lull as I had to go shopping for 12x12 cardstock lol, but! I do have a couple closeups/extras that I added for funsies :D

I went with freehanding the title and I think in the future I would opt to not do that lol, at least not without a printed template. That said, both LibreOffice and SAI refuse to recognize my SCII fonts >:0 If you notice on the first page, I used the Ace Attorney font in italic haha, it’s an okay alternative even if it’s not what I actually want |0 I am happy with the gold detailing tho :3c

I did have an unconscionable amount of fun freehanding the ship caption tho ahh <3 <3 Immediate happy stims upon completion, their names together look so pretty ♥ Credit to Zarla’s original minicomic on that one :3

I also managed to get the last sentence of the fic isolated on the last page thanks to the formatting haha ♪

I was also able to add a bookmark! Ma happened to have a couple very thin ribbons to choose from and red ended up complementing the green very prettily!

It reminds me of VUX tongues hehehehe ❤️💕💖💞

[shapeshifterraccoon]

imagine sleeping in long trousers and sock and the trousers keep riding up to your knees and you can hear squeaking inside your own head every time you move even a little bit and you can also hear your heartbeat against your pillow,

that is what my bones feel like when I need to crack them.

you telling me you don't like the noise of it is not going to stop me.

tough luck bro, my joints are squeaky like styrofoam on cotton, and if I don't crack them joints rn I will have a meltdown

[vulg1r]

Either I'm an asshole or just tired but anyone ever get annoyed and disinterested when someone yaps on and on about any interest? Like every second, every millisecond, like I get it but like I have a mix of hyperfixations so I don't yap about one thing over and over. Even if I like the interest too or liked it before the person I get very disinterested and uncomfy if they have a unhealthy obsession. (I'm sorry if this sounds targeted but a lot of people I know are like this where they yap and yap)

[some-loser-named-medkit]

Uhhh hi

So hi, I'm TotallyMedkit or just Medkit. I doubt anyone's gonna see this but I felt like making a post just introducing myself. Have a lil fun you know? So in case you don't know, I mainly use this account to repost and like. I probably won't post any of my personal art yet, but I won't put it out of the picture. Most of my art is shit-posty anyway, mostly just doodles of characters I make up or like.

I am completely open to chatting about my interests, but I can't promise I'll respond in a reasonable time. I am horrifically bad at checking my notifs. I promise I don't bite (mostly) so don't be scared to yap to me.

Uh that's pretty much it, have fun looking at pretty pictures.

[slugorsomething]

New art drop for slug nation!!:3

[writeraid]

Me, while extremely anxious: I'm so tired of being anxious all the time and struggling to think about the future without feeling like I'm going to have a panic attack and I'm tired of the days bluring together and-

Me, while calm and enjoying the moment: Why the fuck am I not anxious right now?

[anthemsfora17yroldboy]

Hi I'm Kurt or Mark! I'm a 17 year old trans man! I go by He/It. I am nerodiverse. This was made in retaliation to the 2024 election and is inspired/influnced by this video.

I'm currently in Texas. This account is going to focus on past/present experiences and creative writing!

I like writing, marine biology, dc, marvel, anything superhero related, genshin impact, nitw, baldurs gate 3, DnD and related media, and so so much more! I will most likely be posting writing related to my ocs and MAYBE canon characters if I feel confident. Aswell as art by my friend who you can find on instagram (@maecoded).

[zestiewestie]

Currently suppressing the urge to run away into the forest never to be seen again and become homies with mothman and the shrooms-

[thefoolishshark]

Dear Tumblr,

Congratulations to those who are alive right now, you're doing great buddy.

I'm proud of you, and I'm glad that you're here.

Also, be proud of yourself for making it here.

Best regards, The Fool

[astermath]

uhmmmm

kitchen counter makeouts with pookie bear tasm peter <3

— @inkluvs (ivy)

the way you know damn well you are indulging me adjdkdk and I love you for it bae MWAH @inkluvs

pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

tags: just sweet ol fluff, established relationship, first time writing for peter, normal sized text under the cut! <3

word count: 1.2.K

let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list for further peter parker related content!

With Peter going on patrol until the nightly hours, you'd become used to cooking dinner later in the day. It wasn't a huge deal; you worked from home, and you were usually up when he was back anyways. Whether it was to tend to his injuries, hear about what he'd encountered that day, or just to cook some of his favorite pasta, you were always there for him when he returned. And he really appreciated that.

When you're a superhero, especially an anonymous one, it can be hard to find people to fall back on. That's why he considers having you one of his greatest strengths.

You're absentmindedly stirring some sauce when your boyfriend slips in through the bedroom window. He calls it the "spider-door", you call it a bad habit. He still uses it anyways. It's hard to use the front door of your apartment when you're dressed like the city's most popular vigilante.

He can smell the delicious mix of herbs and ingredients from the other room. The stress from the day was already melting off him, and he hadn't even spoken to you yet. He'd taken the liberty of slipping out of his suit and into a comfortable pair of sweats and a shirt. Although he did think it was snazzy, after wearing it almost the entire day, he couldn't wait to be out of it.

A pair of familiar strong arms wind around your waist, an even more familiar pair of lips pressing a soft kiss to the crook of your neck. You're used to it by now, the unexpected, sneaky greetings late at night. You weren't spooked by him, you rarely were. He likes to think his spidey senses have rubbed off on you.

He breathes in the scent of you, cheek resting onto your shoulder, and you can feel him relax into you.

"Good to see you too baby," you move your head to press a chaste kiss to his head, "how was patrol?"

"Fine," he sounds tired, and it's kind of hot, "stopped that coffee shop you like from being broken into."

"My hero," you chuckle, "now I won't have to miss those delicious chocolate croissants."

He whines lowly in response. It's a stark contrast to how he usually is, all talkative, giddy, boyish grins and jokes, bubbly laughter and strong hugs. Being a superhero will do that to you. Not exactly change you, just tire you out. A lot.

"Tired?" You ask, eyes remaining on the sauce you were preparing. It was a dumb question, of course he's tired, but he always hated admitting it.

To your surprise, he doesn't respond. Instead, he leans down and starts pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder again. You silently thank your past self for wearing a tank top, so he had plenty of access to your skin.

His lips leave tingles in their wake, your sauce becoming less interesting by the second, until you eventually turn around. You sigh at the sound of him; his hair is messy, his eyebags are prominent and he definitely needs a shower, but boy is he pretty. So pretty.

He lets you take a second to admire him, like he knows you love to do. Hands come up to cup his cheeks, the tiniest bit of stubble scratching against your palms. Your face is graced by an adoring smile, and that alone always lets him know; everything's okay, I got you.

He leans down, lips searching yours again. You happily indulge, one hand sneaking into the hair at the back of his neck. The kiss is longing, practically aching to be closer. You can feel how much he missed you just by the way his hips slide over yours.

His hands settle onto your waist, and for a moment you think he's just going to let them stay there. Of course not, because your boyfriend is anything if not unpredictable. With a gentle grip he lifts you up and turns the both of you around, setting you down onto the counter across the stove.

You giggle through the kiss, and you can feel him smile along with you, but he doesn't let go. It's like he can't, and not in a "help I just got spider powers and now I'm glued to you" way, no, like a "I'm so in love with you that I want this to last forever" way.

His hands settle onto your thighs, thumbs rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. It's like this is what recharges him. Not food, not water, this is what he survives on. Your pure unconditional affection.

Unfortunately for the two of you, humans do need air to live, so you're forced to pull away after a while. Still, you remain close, noses rubbing together ever so slightly, foreheads leaning against each other.

“You ‘kay sweetie?” Your voice is gentle, not wanting to ruin the tooth achingly sweet moment the two of you are having.

“Mhm…” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Just so happy to see you again… I missed you.” he accentuates his words with another kiss. “A lot.”

A warm smile adorns your face when he admits to his longing for you. You know he misses you, he tells you every day, and he knows that the sentiment is returned. You both have your reasons to be missing each other; with Peter being a superhero, he has to be careful, so the reality of any day possibly being his last was… Present. Plus, it’s a busy job. Besides the one he already has.

You just enjoy each other’s presence for a moment, basking in the radiating glow of what could only be described as an aura of love. It was like nothing outside that kitchen mattered anymore, at least not for now. You and Peter against the world, out of your small apartment in Queens.

“Honey?” He asks, and you think he’s going to say something else really sweet and heartwarming to really drive the point home. Until you see the furrow in his brows.

“I think, uh— whatever you were making is burning.”

“Fuck!” You hopped off the counter and went back to the pot of sauce, groaning when you realised the bottom of it was burnt. “It’s fine, I can— I can salvage this.” You looked over at your boyfriend, who had an apologetic smile on his face. “We can make out all you want after I make you dinner, ‘kay?”

“And every day after?” His voice is gentle, his hand resting on your lower back to keep some form of physical contact with you.

“Of course,” you stand on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek, “every day after too.”