#yup i'm still here

[mermmarie]

Indulge with me--

Imagine Josh has a crush on you and you bring another man to one of his lodge parties.

Josh deals with jealously really well, to the point where you're none the wiser. But if this other man is able to make you laugh, genuinely laugh, that's when Josh gets pissed.

Because he's the funny guy.

He's still able to hide his jealousy for the most part, but you start to notice that his jokes towards your friend have less of a punch line and more of a 'punch' to them. Josh becomes more handsy with you. He generally pulls you in for a hug by slinging an arm around your shoulders, but now he oh-so casually slips a hand up the curve of your waist to bring you in close.

It's different...

Especially considering that his attention is locked directly on your 'friend' when he does so.

[nightmarearian]

blood dripped from Poseidon's mouth, red.

red.

the day they overthrew Kronos, child-eater (stomach acid crawling around them, after maw of teeth grazing his small, child body), his golden ichor bled red.

god blood, degraded into a mortal's.

the day Typhon, father of monsters (as big as their father was, as big as the Titans with sharp claws and teeth) ripped out Zeus' tendons, his blood was red.

Poseidon, god of the tides, son of Kronos, looked up at the dark shape stood above him, his own golden trident in his hand, the teeth like prongs drenched in red.

Odysseus is a mortal. was a human.

sharp webbed ears spread out on the side of their head, scales grew around their neck and arms, shining like a coral reef, illuminated by their growing red eyes, that were shrunken to slits.

Odysseus' teeth glinted in the lightning, showing their unnaturally sharp point.

monster.

[piratewinzer]

This season is insane. They cat-girled Edward Teach and it's somehow not the only single thing occupying my brain. They put a literal collar and bell on him and I still have other things to think about, somehow.

[vaguely-concerned]

do you think ingellvar -- raised by well-meaning but largely clueless about child development academics -- probably has a decent shot at understanding taash' position better than they maybe realize

[literaryvein-reblogs]

hello; i just wanted to say i respect you immensely for the resources you publish on a daily basis. i'm sure you have your own motivations for doing so, but if it ever becomes hard for you to manage, please take some time to care for yourself and your health. you are far more important than i feel you give yourself credit for.

You are so sweet, dear Anon. No worries, though! About +90% of my posts on this blog are now queued. It seems like I'm always on here, but I'm not. Usually you can tell I'm here when I answer replies on posts, or messages like this. But sometimes these are queued too. Or is it.

[nevesmose]

I've come to the realisation that I like meme primarchs.

In fact, I'd like to rephrase that. I don't like meme primarchs.

I love meme primarchs.

I love the infinite, overwhelming bitterness of Perturabo when one of his miniature clockwork Titans is moved ever so slightly out of place.

I love the total single-minded counterproductiveness of Konrad Curze breaking into someone's house to kill them as punishment for attempting suicide.

I love how Fulgrim, a paragon of intelligence and sophistication, fell to Chaos pretty much because a blatantly evil magic sword told him to.

I love the fact that Ferrus Manus, whose name means "Iron Hand," has metal hands and is primarch of the Iron Hands.

Mutuals, I love meme primarchs.

[passthroughtime]

sunday kuwagami— i mean, sunday six

awfully quiet here today.

tagging the usual @jichanxo, @overdevelopedglasses, @four-white-trees, @mike----wazowski, but tell me if anyone else wants to be tagged regularly, it's just the usual participants who i'm not very nervous to bother 🫣

without further ado, let's start the 'guess the wip' game lol

Yagami unlocks his phone to see lots of ‘Get well soon’ and ‘Kaito says you’re dying there, lol’ messages and swipes them off without even trying to read them all. But he still decides to open the message app to gauge the amount of damage Kaito’s blabbering mouth has made. And... it’s bad. Replying to everything would be even more of a hassle than reading them, so Yagami doesn’t even consider it.

He notices that at the bottom of all unread messages there are several from one particular unknown number, — or rather, the number not saved in Yagami’s contact list. He opens the chat almost on instinct.

“Yagami,” the messages say, “you free tonight?”

“There is something I want to talk to you about.”

“You here?”

“It’s urgent. Reply asap.”

“Something happened? Are you okay?”

“If you don’t reply, I’m coming to your agency. That’s a threat.”

“Yagami?”

And nothing else after. Yagami guesses that, eventually, Kuwana followed up on his threat, and saw Kaito alone in the office (god forbid if with a client; Yagami prefers not to think about it), and…

Yagami glares at the pristine white outfit hanging on his closet’s door innocently. In the end, this all is just a really unfortunate turn of events.

[doubleedgemode]

There's a post that explains it way better than I do but. I'm currently thimking about A.B.As frankenstein influence

Aside from the obvious "concept art refs frankenstein by name, so one could assume the head key worked as her electrodes/bolts" I don't see many people mention how her strive boots are black platforms a la creature's movie depiction's (roadworker if I'm not mistaken?? I probably am) boots. Also yknow they have lil bolts

[gxtzeizm]

this is how your (mini) birthday celebaration looks like when you're still stucked on your uni because you're still have another one exam left for tomorrow 🙃🙃🙃

[sysig]

Yandere Therapy (Patreon)

[threshie]

Hi, Tumblr, I'm Still Alive

Life has been a tad overwhelming for me lately. And by "lately" I mean for the past several years. Stuff that has been going on:

Family/loved ones having Big Medical Problems

Trying to prevent myself having Big Medical Problems (by scheduling Big Scary Medical Procedure)

Parents moving close by after years away

Have figured out after much, much research that I'm almost certainly somewhere on the autism spectrum (lots of feeling like an imposter and like nobody's gonna accept me/believe me coming along with it... Oof.)

Securing stable fully-functioning place to live (ongoing, but workin' on it. In the meantime, fridge has failed/spoiled all fresh food 4+ times in the past couple of years.)

Disrupted my writing/publishing schedule as a full-time indie author to start a part-time summer job (stressed seeing my sales momentum slow down, struggling to focus in on writing the 2 days per week I have for it right now. Still writing and sending out newsletters ever other week, though!)

Really tired and feeling burnt out, but can't slow down the merry-go-round of life.

A weekend where I just get to stay home and do my own thing for more than one day in a row happens only once or twice per month lately.

Missing having more time to make art and to write without deadlines.

I still have plans to refund everybody who ordered an art commission from me who never got one. I know it's been a couple of years by now, but I never intended to take anybody's money and not deliver what I promised, so I want to make it right. Have been waiting to be financially able to, and I think that time is soon.

I hope everybody on Tumblr is doing okay. I'm not sure how many folks I knew are still on here, even, but if you're an old pal, know I wish you well! Hang in there.

-Threshie ♥

[missghostlyshadow]

...Holy Hell it's been ages since I last posted on here.

...Alrighty,it's been ages since i have last posted anything or been on this site, mainly due to loosing interest in the site, poor time management skills and life in general and forgetting how to log in (Yes I have very bad memory.) Anyway, I'm alive and well. Life been crazy and all that jam, going to try to post here more often.

[clarafordahwin]

Nothing is worse than a guy who is the popular camp counselor. With a nickname that the whole camp knows. And preteens with crushes on him. He will become the worst guy. Remember the episode of community with Jeff and the exploding apple of ego? That is happening to maybe hundreds of camp counselors around the country. Not pretty. It's fall now and they're in withdrawal. Wreaking havoc at their barista jobs.

[izzy-b-hands]

Random blackhands (with an steddyhands ending) came to me after my shower and I physically could not get myself to sleep until I wrote this so

Usually warning to give this one a skip if you're avoiding s2 spoilers rn bc it does pull from a big scene in s2 at one point. Otherwise please have at and hopefully enjoy!!! I'm going to try and actually sleep now lol

[mishkakagehishka]

I have a really bad case of conflating fat with how much blood is stored in a certain part of the body, so every single time my foot, which doesn't store much fat, as feet tend not to, bleeds, i get shocked when blood is absolutely pouring out of it. Like girl where are you even coming from.

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/710019365046763520/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“​I don’t think it’s silly at all,” he smiled, delighted to know that she had enjoyed the show (even if it was simply the orchestra) as much as he had, as well as admiring her desire to see what he and the rest of the audience saw during a performance. “It’s wonderful to watch-I-I would enjoy watching an opera with you, were we ever afforded that chance.”

What with her being the leading lady now (and would hopefully be the leading lady in many, many productions to come; he had a feeling her future as the opera’s star was within reach), the opportunity for both Randall and Emily to sit down and watch a show together seemed not quite in the cards at the moment (not unless Emily could be in two places at once), but he still liked to imagine that, someday, she would be afforded that chance. Under what circumstances he did not know, but it was a day he liked to think was possible.

And what a day that would be! The two of them, seated in Box Five together, watching and enjoying the show in their own private box in their evening best...perhaps he would see about getting them some fancy chocolates to enjoy during the show, or something to drink (he wasn’t a fan of any of the alcohols available in the café; he’d tasted a few out of curiosity and decided very quickly that they were not for him, instead favoring sparkling, non-alcoholic ciders and the like instead)…she would have the best seat in the house, and he would have the best company...

(He wished most of all, however, that Emily could see what he saw on opening night, when she made her grand debut: He wished he could see how magical she would be onstage, how she would wow the audience with her beautiful voice and emotional performance...she could see how amazing she really, truly was, how gifted she was as a performer!)

“What opera would you most like to see?” Randall asked her curiously, brows raising in interest behind the mask.