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clottedscream · 10 months
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[image ID: a digital sketch of humanized Tumblr, an androgynous woman colored in monochrome tumblr blue. She has a grown out side shave hairstyle that covers half her face, and wears a large hoodie, flannel shirt, and tumblr logo t-shirt tucked into skinny jeans that are cuffed over unlaced doc martins. She has striped arm warmers and wears spiked cuffs. She is floating in a white void and has a hunched, seated posture. She looks at her phone, despite the fact that her laptop sits open on her knees. The laptop has various stickers on the back, including a pride flag, a crab, a destiel meme, and a shoelace bow. The top of her laptop says “this machine kills spambots.” END ID]
you guys still really like this cringelord apparently
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chaoticlad · 21 days
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Omg a free rat shirt? /e steals*
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MY RAT SHIRT‼️
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sinsandsweetness · 8 months
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The way I have more Merle submissions than anything else? I’m shocked. I’m surprised. One might even say flabbergasted. But also…
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five-salty-bitters · 2 years
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This is hilarious we gonna lose
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cowboyleather · 1 month
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thedailybullshit · 2 years
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To everyone who bitched about the damn hair:
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Are you happy now?
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My Favorite Quotes from the “Bride of ReAnimator” Commentary (Not Included in the “Gay” Compilation):
Herbert: “Go. Home.”
Bruce: “Oh yeah, lot waiting for me there. How ‘bout that front room? Pet the dog! Find the finger eye puppet. Have some leftover spaghetti!”
Jeffrey: (about the Bride) “So she’s Meg. She’s Gloria-“
Bruce: “She’s the virgin-hooker with the twinkle toes.”
(Herbert and Francesca are barricading the lab door.)
Bruce: “Why is she helping you?”
Jeffrey: “Because she knows there are creatures out there (laughs) puking Cream of Wheat!”
Herbert: “You’re better off without her.”
Bruce: “Thanks for the advice, Dear Abby!”
(Herbert is talking about the feet of the ballet dancer.)
Bruce: “Y’know, Herbert’s parents made him take ballet for five years…”
(Over the course of the film commentary, they make several jokes about how Chapham is always seen with food.)
Herbert: (at Chapham) “What are you doing in here?”
Bruce: “Eating!”
(EDITED POST TO ADD MORE QUOTES/FIX ERRORS IN FIRST BATCH UPON REWATCH)
(Dan gets stabbed in Peru.)
Jeffrey: “Your kidney’s been lacerated, but you’ll be alright!”
Bruce: (sees his own name in the credits) “Who’s that?”
Bruce: “How did they get down there (Peru)?”
Jeffrey: (dryly) “By a plane, Bruce.”
Jeffrey: (singing to credits music) “Oh MEEEEG, my loooove, where did you goooo my deaaaar?”
(Movie cuts from Peru to Miskatonic.)
Bruce: “Oh yeah, like those two would be let back in the States!”
Bruce: “(Bride) is the ‘Frankenstein’ of the series. If the second is ‘Frankenstein,’ what’s the first?”
Jeffrey: “…Re-Animator.”
Bruce: “What is with my HAIR?”
Jeffrey: “Well, that was your choice!”
Dan: “Herbert, I have something to tell you.”
Bruce: “I’ve found a new hairdresser.”
Dr. Graves: “Who’d want to steal body parts?”
Jeffrey: “Ohhhhh, I think we knoooow.”
(Herbert is stealing Meg’s heart.)
Bruce: “Like Dan wouldn’t have enshrined that already.”
Herbert: (at Hill’s head in the morgue) “How did you get in here?”
Jeffrey: (mumbling) “…I hate this scene.”
(They both laugh at the puns anyway.)
Jeffrey: “Nice wheels, Dan.”
Bruce: “You bet. All in eight months. Got through customs. Now I’m driving a Dodge Swinger.”
Bruce: “I can’t get over my BeeGees haircut.”
Jeffrey: “Barry Gibb lives!”
(Later in the movie.)
Jeffrey: (singing) “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Stayin’ alive! Stayin’ alive!”
Bruce: “Of course this house has a basement.”
Jeffrey: “It was one of our requirements.”
Bruce: “One of your requirements.”
Jeffrey: “Well…”
Herbert: “Security.”
Dan: “From what?”
Herbert: …
Jeffrey: “From what?!”
Bruce: “Do I merit an answer?!”
(Herbert is showing Dan the reagent.)
Jeffrey: “DRINK IT! DRINK IT!”
Bruce: “Y’know, Herbert has this nasty habit of shoving things in Dan’s face. Iguanas, reagent, amniotic fluid-“
Jeffrey: “Dead cats.”
Dan: “I’m moving out!”
Jeffrey: “Why?”
Bruce: “Because, I like this heart patient in the hospital MUCH more than you!”
Jeffrey: (laughs) “What, you gonna move in with HER?”
Bruce: “No one will ever get rich overestimating Dan’s bad taste.”
(Herbert is trying to convince Dan to reanimate Chapham, next to the boiling pot.)
Bruce: “Sure…why not?”
Jeffrey: “Lemme have some tea first!”
(Cuts from the basement to Francesca, in Dan’s bed.)
Francesca: “Daniel?”
Bruce: “Why am I down there? WHY? What am I thinking about?”
Jeffrey: “You needed to get another prophylactic from the lab.”
Dan: “Herbert!”
Bruce: “I’d like to have a nickel for every time I’ve said ‘Herbert’ in these two movies.”
Dan: “It helps me to think of you as Meg.”
Bruce: “Betcha that makes her feel good. No wonder she dies!”
(Gloria flatlines.)
Jeffrey: “And that made her die.”
(Herbert and Dan are reanimating the Bride.)
Bruce: “Don’t try this at home.”
(Herbert puts on the gun holster.)
Bruce: “Wild, wild West. Herbie, get your gun.”
Herbert: “There is my creation!”
Jeffrey: “So put THAT in your pipe and smoke it!”
Bruce: (singing Rick Springfield) “I wish I was Herbie’s girl!”
(The Bride is trying to seduce Dan.)
Bruce: “Oh boy. I certainly wasn’t paid enough for this.”
Bride: (to Dan) “You made me?”
Herbert: “I made you!”
Jeffrey: “Yeah! Get that straight, babe!”
Dan: “You’re not Meg. Meg’s dead.”
Bruce: (flatly) “Wow. What a revelation. How edifying.”
Herbert: “Make a note of it, Dan! Tissue rejection!”
Bruce: “You write it down, ya little squirt! I’m tired of taking your notes!”
Dan: “You’re alive.”
(Falls to his knees.)
Jeffrey: “And I worship you!”
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tanglepelt · 1 year
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dc x dp snippet? idea? not too sure....
Essentially amity park is a front. The whole town was designed to recruit member for an evil group. The end game to destroy the justice league. My brain took the idea and ran with it. I may continue this. I may not.
Amity Park had always been a strange place. For as log as anyone could remember. A gimmick, a spooky town. It played its role perfectly. No one really looked into it. No one saw the mad scientist or weapons facility as odd. Who would ever think to investigate a tourist trap. The showier they were the more believable. The Fenton’s were assets at keeping tourist gullible, their driving, and obsession sold the show. Keeping the tourist distracted and money coming in. Who would notice the laser watches, they just looked normal. Any ghost attack was just a show. Any damage done and its fixed the next day as if It was planned. The town had was obviously committed to there “haunted” town.
Ghost hunters in amity just made sense. Walking around with weapons was a normal and not suspicious. Locals didn’t care and anyone else thought it was part of the gig. The bigger the dramatics the more they could get away with. With all the chaos and attacks the tourist would be distracted.
It let them track anyone who came into town. They would check in visitors with the guise of making sure they stayed in the living world. Waivers had to be signed or there was no entry permitted.
No one to see how all the kids were more observant, no one to see the the gym coach or classes, no one to see the experiments, and no one to notice the secret town meetings while the children slumbered.
The meetings discussing the children and how they’ve advanced. Who needed to be terminated, who was improving and who would soon be integrated into the loop. Every year they discussed the first-year students. It was there last chance to become incorporated or “move” after high school. They couldn’t risk any of them leaving the town unless they were in the loop. 
After all of if the kids thought their schooling was normal, they’d never question it. The president challenge was harder then most. Why would an average school require flips off the bars or the ability to scale a rope to the roof if a building. The last two years of high school centered around obstacle courses, agility and parkour in gym.
An amity child leaving without being in the fold could be catastrophic. It would only take one to alert authorities for a slight inconvenience. Authorities could be paid to look the other way or easily put down. A hero however would be a headache to deal with. This town was the center of there recruiting. It was do or die.
Now the organization will admit the ghost were a welcomed surprise. A front row sear to watch the progress the kids had. They expected the jocks or even geeks to manage it the best. The seniors to take arms and manage the threat at the very least. The oddball trio was not what they had wanted or expected.
Those three were the problem students after-all. One so into technology it would be hard to keep him in line. The network was heavily blocked a monitored but using him was an issue. He had nearly bi-passed there security on accident. Imagine if he knew what was going on. Then the goth, the activist. She was too much an individual, free thought and radical views. They’d have to break her spirit. Then there was Danny Fenton.
He had promise in the beginning. Well rounded. Wasn’t so caught up in improving others as his sister. Held good grades through elementary and through middle school and was the golden candidate until the previous summer. No longer set to focus on study’s but off with his friends.
As Sam had grown falling away from their potential, she dragged Danny and Tucker with her. Both now had more individual thoughts and opinions straying from his parents. His grades had dropped even before the ghost. Just to A- or so. Attempts to steer them away from her only brought them closer.
If they couldn’t get sam in line they’d have to cut there loses. They’d lose a good potential hacker, the masons would need a new heir someone they could actually mold to gain more funds and business, and they’d lose a potential leader or scientist.
Cutting just Sam would have led to problems. They had tried. Sam was abruptly moved for a week to see what would happen. The guise a business trip. Danny and tucker given no notice. The two took matters in their hands and hunted for her. They nearly discovered the truth of the town. Only once the Fentons explained she was on a trip did they calm down. The trio were deemed lost causes. They were set to bet terminated.
Two weeks before the plan was set to eliminate them the ghost appeared, and it was them who took charge. Now the ghost was always planned, the Fenton’s had been close to opening the portal. So close to new weapons and infinite power supply. Nothing they had done activated the portal. But the problem trio when left alone somehow got it working. The power from the portal shorted the cameras in the lab and they were unable to see how.
 Sam and tucker were out on the field. They were learning at a rapid pace. With them constantly fighting and winning. The three were considered candidates again. They’d still have to break the girl, it was worth the effort now. Add the fact they had a viable solution now.
The newest hero of amity park. Phantom.
Phantom himself would simple a ghost to take care of. Allowing the Fenton to play around for now. What fun was a hunt to them if they couldn’t play with there prey. Once it was time to rid themselves of the pest the Fenton’s could truly hunt.
For now, phantom was getting Sam and Tucker more suited for future missions. He could keep “his” team for now. Danny was obviously the one with the plan. He was never with them but had to be the main contact with phantom. Whenever Danny was around phantom would show to clear his messes.
The surprise reunion with Vlad confirmed their suspicion. Not to mention the Youngblood incident. Danny led his schoolmates to board the ship and free their parents. Only once the ghost shield was down did he go and contact phantom to come handle the rest.
An accident would be in order. It was only a matter of time until the trio grew stagnant and needed more focused teaching. The masons were still an asset they just would not be allowed to be a caretaker again. Jeremy and Pamela mason still were the main source of income. The two were good the schmoozing. Sam would just have to manage field work with her business persona as her “grandmother” had. The Fenton’s were non-negotiable and a necessity to the group. If the need arises, they be allowed to raise another.
The foleys would work. They were good caretakers but served no other purpose to the group. Framing phantom for there deaths should be enough to ignite a need for revenge and break the group apart. Introduce a new fourth to them after the shock wore off.
Valerie had grown as well. She would be brought into the loop soon. The red huntress would be an asset. Her original purpose no longer mattered. Valerie would be easy to recruit. All it seemed to take was some money and a reason to dislike a group. All it took for her to despise ghost was her father losing his job, one of the groups smartest moves yet.
Good thing that reason was already in motion. The anti-ecto acts were set to be announced tomorrow. The justice league would publicly denounce the acts within an hour. They had no reason to condemn an entire species that had shown no sign of aggression. Most ghost weren’t even visible to the public.
With Amitys gimmick who would believe the reports of supposed ghost destruction. Viral videos of it just to be explained through special effects. Keep the rest of the world believing the gimmick and the young in amity only seeing the disbelief.
The justice league would be the key to their own demise. Events have been ruined, the children had been infected by the ghost flu, Sam had been kidnapped by a ghost, and the constant attacks on the school. This was the wedge they needed to keep them in line. To bring them into the fold. The towns caretakers would make sure any opinions of the hero’s would be bad. The only mentions of the hero’s permitted of the hero’s online would be failures and misunderstandings.
Citizens of the infinite realm and ghost were two very different species. Not that the children would ever be allowed to know.
Soon the justice league would fall.
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haydenbadartist · 2 years
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Suffering from I-need-a-kiss disease 😞
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queer-reader-07 · 6 months
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“tumblr changed this man” no. neil gaiman has been weird AT LEAST since he started publishing in the 80s. we all on tumblr are just all a bunch of weirdos (affectionate) and he just so happens to fit right in with us.
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autism-alley · 3 months
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y’all headcanoning poseidon as purposefully sending medusa’s head back to sender knowing gabe would open it is like. entirely missing the point of sally jackson’s character and also SO fucked up if it was poseidon?? who used medusa’s head to kill an asshole man?? like!! what the fuck! not to mention sally jackson?? ms. sally jackson? who kills her abusive husband? who on multiple occasions rejected the help of the man who is both a god and her former lover bc she wants to build her life herself—? and who does it? “if my life is to mean anything, i have to live it myself.” those are sally jackson’s words. the abuse itself was already incredibly watered down in the show and that is upsetting. to have gabe accidentally kill himself because he’s a bumbling idiot waters down her agency against her abuse and is even more so upsetting. to have not just a man but a literal god kill her husband for her is so. do you not see how that’s even worse. and then add in that god being poseidon and the method of murder is medusa’s head? i don’t even have words to articulate it, just—
no matter how you cut it, narratively you only disrespect and degrade sally when gabe’s life is taken by any hand that isn’t hers, and having that hand be poseidon’s is just wild.
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keys-hellscape-1020 · 10 months
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Horror? Horror.
A/N: This post is dedicated to the lovely @juvenile-arm. Their art is amazing and deserves SO much more recognition! Go check them out! Also sorry for the fem reader, pronouns are still gender-neutral but the reader is definitely feminine. Guess I projected a little too hard.
Hobie Brown x fem!reader
Summary: You’ve always enjoyed horror movies. The thrill of them, the fear creeping up your spine. That wasn’t your favorite part however. No, your favorite part is when you get to pretend to be scared and hide in your boyfriend’s arms.
Contents: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral pronouns but everything else about the reader is feminine, flirty Hobie, flirty reader (they’re a menace), hickies, cuddling, implied smut at the end, fade-to-black
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You fluttered around your house, anxiously preparing for Hobie’s arrival. You made sure there were blankets on the couch, popcorn already in a bowl, and a stack of dvds next to the Tv. You have Netflix, but knowing Hobie you though he would appreciate the more old-school approach.
You run your hands along the fabric of the Sundress you’re wearing. A little dressy for a night-in sure, but you found yourself wanting to dress up for Hobie, although you knew he would find you attractive no matter what you wore.
You light-up when you hear a knock on your door. Rushing over to it you wait a moment longer, straightening your clothes one last time in an effort to not come off as too eager.
As you open the door you see Hobie standing there, casually as ever. If you didn’t know him well you might not be able to tell, but you notice the small hints of makeup on his face, the clothes that he only wears on nights out. He definitely dressed up for you, even if he doesn’t want you to know it.
“Just gonna stare at me all day or can I come in?” Hobie purrs with a smirk, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.
You feel your face grow hot, but you move to let Hobie into your apartment. He only spares a glance to your living room before he’s turning around to watch you close the door. As you lock it you feel a strong, warm presence upon your back. Close to you, but not touching you. Just hovering, appreciating.
“You look ravishing luv.” Hobie mumbled, his breath brushing your ear in a way that sent a shiver up your spine. By the time you’ve grounded yourself enough to turn around Hobie is walking towards your living room and flipping through the stack of dvds you’d laid out.
You fiddle your hands, trying to calm yourself down. “It was just a compliment.” You mutter to yourself, trying to get your heart back down to a normal rhythm.
You’re broken out of your thoughts by Hobie tossing you a dvd case that you fail to catch, causing it to instead hit you in the head, before it manages to fall into your outstretched hands.
Rubbing your head where the case made contact you look down at the movie with a grimace. Your mom’s old copy of “The Shining” that she had given you, you don’t even know how many years ago, stares back at you.
“Horror?” You ask hesitantly, moving to hand the case back to him.
“Horror.” Hobie says with finality, taking the case from you and moving to pop the disk into the player.
As he straightens up from his task he turns to look at you where you stand to the side hesitantly, twiddling your fingers.
He approaches and throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him and he leads you to the couch.
“Don’t worry luv, I’ll keep you safe.” He teases as he gently pushes you down on the couch before going to turn off the lights.
You shiver, arranging yourself under the blankets as Hobie makes his way over to you, snuggling under the covers before dragging you closer to himself with an arm around your shoulders and your hips pressed together firmly.
The movie goes smoothly, you’ve seen it a million times, but that doesn’t stop you from cuddling up closer to Hobie. As the movie nears a tense moment you tuck your face in Hobie’s neck, watching the screen out of the corner of your eye.
Hobie doesn’t acknowledge your actions, simply keeping his face on the screen as you press your body closer to him. You wrap an arm around his waist, and tickle his neck with your breath, trying your best to get him to acknowledge you.
You hum lowly as you press your lips to Hobie’s neck, again, and again, and again. It takes you actually nipping his neck for him to lazily acknowledge you.
“Someone’s needy.” He say’s lowly. He keeps his eye’s on the screen but he brings one hand up and plays with the baby hairs at the base of your neck, subtly urging you to continue your ministrations.
And continue you do, getting more eager with his go-ahead. You fully commit to your actions, not even pretending to watch the movie anymore. You kiss your way up his neck, close to his ear. You nip at the area right below his jaw before sucking a dark hickey into the skin there. Pulling back you admire your handy-work. Only one truly dark hickey is present on his neck but if this night goes as you’re hoping it will that’ll soon change.
You lean back in, biting Hobie’s earlobe and pulling gently, dragging a guttural groan from his chest as his grip on the back of your neck tightens momentarily before relaxing once more.
You bite and suckle at Hobie’s neck and jaw at will, knowing he doesn’t care who sees and instead enjoys it. Enjoys letting everyone know who he belongs to.
You’re not sure how long it took for Hobie to finally break, far to entranced in your very important work to pay attention to things like time. You do know that you feel a very pleased flutter in your chest (and lower) when he finally grips your thighs and pulls you to straddle his lap, chests pressed right up against one another.
He pulls you away from his neck by the scruff of your neck, much like one would a kitten.
“You’re oddly needy Luv.” He purrs out lowly, irises darker than normal as he gazes at you longingly.
“Only for you.” You quip back, running your hands across his collar bones to his shoulders, shamelessly feeling up his lean frame.
Hone chuckles as he picks you up by your thighs, prompting you to tighten your hold on his frame with a squeak.
Hobie smirks as he walks the both of you to your bedroom, a dark look in his eyes.
“Don’t worry Luv. I’ve got ya.”
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sinnbaddie · 6 months
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I’m starting to hate STSG so much solely for the fact that I cannot consume any content of my faves without them always being brought up or inserted into the conversation in some type of way
I just wanna hyperfixate on Hikara and Itafushi yet the most toxic and unhealthy ship is brought up more in their tags than them themselves
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zlataisawsome · 2 months
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Ok fine I’ll post this 🙄
So I got into rock paper scissors… this is my new oc Cassette (I know I misspelled the name in the model sheet I’m lazy as shit). She owns and works at the local record store and rewinds if you pull her hair, losing memory.
My bad for the shitty scissors drawings I can’t get him right 💀 (also I have art block) I wanna find ways to draw him accurately. Feel free to talk to me about the show it’s my current hyperfixation rn
Anyways byeee
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siennahrobek · 2 years
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It’s interesting how much blame people will lay and how varying it is. How opposite. The Jedi didn’t give him special treatment because of his power/status. The Jedi didn’t treat him normal like one of their own. Obi-Wan was too critical. Obi-Wan didn’t pay enough attention to him. The Jedi didn’t allow Anakin to have friends/acquaintances outside of the Order. The Jedi allowed him to be friends with Palpatine. Obi-Wan didn’t save Anakin on Mustafar. Obi-Wan didn’t kill Anakin on Mustafar. Literally everywhere one turns, not only does the blame lay at someone else’s feet aside from Anakin Skywalker, but apparently there is no right answer either. Even if you could place any blame on someone else for his choices, either way it’s a two headed snake. It’s never been enough for people.
Star Wars is a lot of things. It’s about a lot of things. Family, hope, compassion, forgiveness, redemption, tragedy, war, peace, the goodness in people. But all in all, it’s about choices.
Star Wars is about choices. People make choices in these stories and they aren’t generally forced into any of them. It’s about agency, the ability to make those choices and owning up to them. And guess what? Anakin made the choices he did without anyone forcing him to do them. He made those choices knowing exactly what he was doing and exactly how wrong it was.
And the point is, that people allow him to make those choices. They can’t make them for him. He has to make those choices. And he doesn’t want to.
Anakin doesn’t want to make choices.
But in the end, of every episode, every movie, every defining moment, he makes a choice anyways. And until the end, none of them come out the way he wants them too.
Because he wants both, he wants it all. He doesn’t want to choose.
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charlotte-of-wales · 11 months
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King Felipe VI of Spain receives Former US Secretary of State Hillary Clinton at the Zarzuela Palace in Madrid | May 31st, 2023
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