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hellfirefuzzy · 6 months
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your spam has NOTHING ON ME!!!!!!!!
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madame-mongoose · 3 months
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monnie i just drew wheatley with his apparatus out CHECK YO DISCORD DMS!!!!
i am NOT accepting art like that from you
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coldercreation · 2 years
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 Mini-Lizzy (884 words)
Liam pouted his way up the stairs, a scowl tugging on his brows as he poked the key at the front door. Of course it didn’t hit the target on the first try, so Liam huffed, frowning harder when he had to actually make the effort to enter the flat. 
The keys made a too-loud noise when they finally landed into the small bowl at their entryway, and the door slammed shut behind him. 
Liam scowled. The laces of his left shoe had come undone, now soggy and brown where they had been crisp and white before. 
If his huffy sigh was accompanied by a childish growl, well. No one had to know.
“Why we so sour today, baby-Lime?” Isac asked, peeking out from the kitchen.
Well, no one except Isac, apparently…
When Liam didn’t manage to hide the wrinkle that had been making a home in between his brows, Isac crooned. He abandoned whatever it was that he’d been doing, and made his way to Liam where he was still stuck standing all dumb by the front door.
“One of those days, huh?” Isac asked when he got close, arms circling behind Liam’s neck, body swaying up as he rose to stand on his tiptoes. It didn’t really do much to make up for their height difference, but at this point Liam’s own body had learned how to mould around Isac’s. 
It was pretty much automatic, how he leaned down and curled around the tiny imp. Like always, he pulled Isac tight against his front, breathing in his scent until his alpha was content with the knowledge that Isac was safely coddled in his arms. 
Liam exhaled a grumble into the dip of Isac’s shoulder, nose rubbing against his scent gland.  
“I overslept…” Liam muttered, eyes squeezing shut, and a telling shiver running up his spine when Isac kneaded into the tight muscles of his nape with merciless fingertips.   
“Really? You?” Isac asked, voice soft but perked up in genuine curiosity. His scent was doing something sweet and soothing, and Liam chuffed against his shoulder, leaning into the freely offered comfort. “But you were already gone by the time I got up?”
Liam wasn’t the type to oversleep, he liked to get up early for his morning runs, liked to have his breakfast before the sun was even fully up. It was rare that he’d sleep through any alarm, but when it did happen…
“‘s that why we’re cranky today?” Isac teased gently when Liam just grunted, snuffling against the side of Isac’s throat, pressing the bridge of his nose under his jaw. “Were you proper late?”
“Michaels made me run laps…” Liam whined quietly, pout back on his lips, even as Isac tilted his head to offer him more room for scenting. “And... I forgot my phone...”
“Yeah, we noticed,” Isac said, lifting one hand to knot his fingers into Liam’s waves. “Kitty’s gonna keep you pinned all night for that, just so you know. He wasn’t too happy about it, waiting for a response for a couple of hours only to realise there wouldn’t be one.”
Liam whined again, shoulders pulling in some more, his forehead landing heavily on Isac’s bony shoulder. 
“I know. Poor baby,” Isac chuckled, giving Liam’s hair a couple of good tugs. It was making Liam feel a little weak in the knees.  “But you know how his A gets with those herding instincts. He’s not mad, just worried when we couldn’t get a hold of you.” 
“Not m’fault…” Liam mumbled, pathetic and whiny and all droopy. “‘m tired. And sleepy. And coach was mean. Want cuddles.” Liam tightened his hold on Isac, and grumpily tilted his head to listen into the flat even though he already knew it was just them. “Where’s Kit, anyway?”
“Getting something from work, and then picking Natty up from the library,” Isac said. He then shook his head, laughing, “Y’two are honestly so weird. You want him to pin you, don’t you?” 
Liam whimpered dramatically through his nose, leaning back and squeezing Isac until his feet left the ground. They wrapped around Liam’s waist instead. “Cuddles…”  
“Awh, such a needy pup,” Isac cooed, mirth obvious in his voice. Both of his hands found their way into Liam’s hair, giving him pigtails on either side of his head, fistfuls of blond waves sticking out of his small fists. Liam cupped his own hands under Isac’s thighs and bum, pouting up at him with sad eyes, pleading. “Whatever should we do about this?”
“Will you take a nap with me?” Liam asked, hopeful, yet not very optimistic. Kit and Nathan were usually the ones to be down for some sleepy daytime cuddles, if they weren’t already passed out in the first place, but Isac… Well. It was always worth asking. “Just until…”
“Until alpha comes home and babies you, too?” 
“Yeah!” Liam huffed, trying to sound cranky and demanding through his pout. The corners of his mouth kept tugging up. “And Nat.”
“And Nat, yes,” Isac repeated mock-seriously, soft laughter curled right behind his words. His freckles danced a little as he smiled down at Liam, grey eyes squinting slightly. “Kiss hello, first? Then I could maybe be talked into a quick na– mph!”
Liam pressed his lips against Isac’s, dimples carving in.
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saetoshis · 1 year
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People who don’t watch anime but FAIL MISERABLY trying to gain attention through cosplaying will never be unfunny
HELPPKGJJAHAAAAAA WHAT THE HELLL IM CRYING 💀💀💀
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birdmenmanga · 11 months
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pixiv really looked at my recent sulemio drawings and went "oh yeah I know what that is. it's pokemon. legends arceus. it's the subway masters. ingo and emmet yeah it's definitely them"
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I didn't know turtles like peaches that much. 🐢🐢🐢
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ragnarockz · 2 years
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Emergency!! You might have forgotten us, the blast and the horror you saw/read about Palestine, But I really want you to know everything you saw and read after the 2021 blast is still happening. I'm a 2-time gaza bomb blast survivor and life is hell out here. Please read my story on my blog(pinned post)and come to my aid. I'd need up to $300 BEFORE WEDNESDAY, to get a stamp as quick as possible. Which is the first step to my liberation, if i can get as low as $1 from you, it will reduce the heavy amount by a dollar, If you're not in a financial place to donate pleae help reblog, it cost 0$ to help boost this. I'm sorry I have to do this, but I'm in a desperate situation and left with no other choice to reach out to people than this. Thank you for understanding.
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autobotmedic · 2 years
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*wiggles robot sized string in front of*
    “Ha. Ha.” This is a fake laugh. 
    “No.” He’s not going to continue to look at it. He’s not looking at it! He’s going over THERE and he is turning his back to it, tail swooshing.
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ss-trashboat · 2 years
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Most of the time when you draw people it either looks like ass or doesn't look like them like dear lord you suck
okay anon, i wasn't going to share, but you know what. you're my first anon hate and i've been laughing at this for the past minute so i'll let you have this
but like. fam. please lol. time to toot the horn. i have met people i've drawn, and they've loved them, some sharing them on socials. garcia had a full blown conversation about the process and shit. cassidy shared one i gave him on twitch. a vendor asked me to make prints for a con for a wrestler. ethan shared them on the vlogs (soon to be) TWICE. if i sucked so much, people wouldn't commission me, wouldn't share them. am i perfect? fuck no, i botch faces. lord knows how many sketches i haven't shared. but i also know i'm good. damn good. past me would have taken this to heart and you would've ruined my evening. me now? man you're hilarious. so thanks for showing me how my confidence has improved, you were actually useful!
so anon, come show me what you draw and then we can talk. maybe i can even give you some pointers on how to shade titties ✌️
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lunatock · 2 years
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thanks for trying tumblr but I haven't been curating my dash since 2012 just to throw it all away for a 💖for you💖 tab
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blorbopolis · 3 months
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im cooking
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daincrediblegg · 5 months
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OK THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL EVERYONE FUCKING REPEAT AFTER ME. THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN YOU WATCH MUPPET CHRISTMAS CAROL THIS YEAR:
You will navigate to the page on disney plus (and it has to be here. Unless someone has actually uploaded the REAL movie anywhere else you cannot get it elsewhere)
BUT YOU WILL NOT HIT PLAY. You won’t do it. Because it’s NOT THE REAL VERSION OF THE FILM AND DISNEY IS FUCKING LYING TO YOU AS IT ALWAYS DOES
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You will scroll down HERE. To EXTRAS instead. You MUST GO HERE. This is non -negotiable
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THEN YOU WILL SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE EXTRAS AND YOU WILL THEN HIT PLAY ON THIS BAD BOY: THE FULL LENGTH VERSION
And you will watch it. And you will thank me for having been so blind and led astray by that stupid fucking mouse. You’re welcome.
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laughingcatwrites · 5 months
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As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.
For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.
But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.
Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.
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squeakadeeks · 6 months
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i get that pushing harder/blowing your nose actively makes a congested nose worse via increasing sinus pressure but not for me though. if i just keep blasting it will work and my nose will clear up for me. this is how im reaching heaven through violence.
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unpleasant-colors · 10 days
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eh, worth a shot lmao
purrrr
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hedgehog-moss · 9 months
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I didn’t realise this until adulthood but handmade birthday piñatas are the apex of parental devotion. I spent the week cooking for my ravenous teenage cousins and felt a bit crestfallen at times that I was spending so long making something that was going to disappear within minutes—but with piñatas it’s so much worse, they exist to be savagely maimed. Year after year my father asked his kids what shape they wanted this year’s piñatas to be and he spent weeks painstakingly making them in the basement after work, only to watch a bunch of oversugared bat-wielding kids gleefully destroy them in less than 10 minutes. 
I mentioned this to him and he said he remembered researching tarantula anatomy for the giant spider piñata I asked for when I was 4, trying to make the fangs the right shape and to cut the crepe paper into very thin ribbons so the thing would look appropriately fuzzy, and I was like “and I don’t even remember it because I was four!! spending so long building a beautiful object only so your kids will have fun destroying it, knowing they won’t even remember it, is such a selfless endeavour” and he said “my other motivation was that you said you wanted the spider to look real & scary so the kids at your birthday party would be terrified of it and you’d get to scoop up all the candy and I wanted to support your slyness & ambition”
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