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Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day – even the littlest thing counts

I have so many thoughts and feeling a headcanons abt CQ that I could not even begin to explain.

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Guardians of Affection (and Pitch)

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Rhysothy shinangians with my friend.

Ooh ooh I've got another one

Kratos starts a farm and notices crows keep nibbling on his crops so he (very seriously) makes a scarecrow and puts mimir on top despite his arguing; "You can speak. Other scarecrows cannot. Remember this."

Freya comes around to visit a couple days later and (whatever you think would happen)

You maybe thought I'd forgotten about this ask... oh no, I was just waiting for the right moment to make it.

I present to you, the most complex comic I have drawn to date-

I hope you enjoyed it!

Me when ✨Karl Heisenberg✨

ok i just wanna check something.... reblog if you've never watched/opened tumblr live

I HAVE WAITED ALL YEAR TO POST THIS

Hi new Tumblr users

Please know this sites hashtagging system is categorical and NOT clout based

Aka if I look up the “Wendell and Wild” tag, I should find clips, media, art and posts related to Wendell and wild ONLY. Same with any other random tag searched

If I spy a selfie, a random neighborhood, or any other kind of “insta” post trying to take likes for a popular hashtag, I’m reporting you for spam. Most other long term users will too and your acct will be fast tracked as a spam blogger and blocked.

You will not ruin the last non corporate site for us, especially by trying to treat this site like influencers matter. If you get popular, it’s bc you’re a clown w a skill not bc your hot or rich or skinny, got it?

AWWWWW!!!!

left her in some old church ruins gym in the middle of fuck off nowhere in the irish countyside. i am never getting this deer back

Aw!

You'll notice that people do this in multiplayer games for much the same reason!

WAOOOO!!!!

Strangers in Lively Town

Took me half a year to complete 🤪

so here's your regular reminder to not spend any money on this woman or her garbage franchise -- that means no videogame, no books, no movies, no direct-to-hulu specials -- even pirating the content gives her hatespeech more of a platform & exposes more people to her fascist propaganda.

consider, instead, donating a couple dollars to a trans woman in need, or a charity aimed at supporting trans youth.

i don’t know what else to say except that AI art is no longer simply a source of creativity or a wonder of human creation. it has become actively hostile and destructive toward the very thing it pretends to uplift and celebrate. it is void of any human element, any soul or ounce of emotion or self-expression. continuing to use AI art knowing that it comes from theft and robbing artists of their livelihood is disgusting. they need your support now more than ever. stop giving these thieves your money and admiration.

[Image descriptions courtesy of @cryptid-deity: a series of screenshots from Deb JJ Lee’s twitter, @ jdebbiel.

Image 1 is a tweet that reads, “this... this is fucking sad. I don’t know what to do.” Included with the tweet are two images; one is a screenshot from a private text message conversation, the other is a collage of AI generated art that was sent to Lee in the text conversation.

Image 2 is a screenshot of only the text conversation, which shows multiple messages that were sent to Lee. There is a collage of AI art, then a text message that reads, “Sorry to bother you. It looks like someone on an AI subreddit is making a custom model and it reminds me a lot of your work. He isn’t telling anyone where the images are being sourced from.” Following is another collage of AI art, followed by the message, “Here’s another one.” The last message is a link to the subreddit.

Image 3 is another tweet that reads, “Oh so it *was* me,” with the word ‘was’ between asterisks for emphasis. The tweet includes two screenshots from the subreddit.

Image 4 is one of the subreddit screenshots. It is a post that reads, “Dreambooth model release! Say hello to kurzgesagtish!” Under these lines is a Reddit message that reads, “Sorry, this post was deleted by the person who originally posted it.”

Image 5 is the other subreddit screenshot. This post reads, “Results I got with a custom dreambooth model.” This post has the same deletion message as the former.

Image 6 is another tweet by Lee, which reads, “For comparison, here’s my art vs artist. I’m gonna cry.” Included is a collage of 8 works by Lee, which frame a photo of them. They follow up this tweet with another tweet, which reads, “If I see anyone I know using AI Art, they are dead to me.” The tweet includes multiple comparisons between Lee’s original art and an AI generated art piece based on it, judging by the subjects, colors, and lines.

Images 7, 8, and 9 are the examples from Lee’s tweet.

end description.]

Something something deep cut polyester

Something something love wins

Something something kiss your homies

Elon Musk lands on Mars and steps out of his spaceship

“It’s a small step for a man, but a giant leap for mankind,” says ground control officer and cuts off all communications.

>:3

<Reblog to get a sword.> o()xxx[{::::::::::::::::::::::::::::>

And then they kissed </3

A guy

Candy Dealer, my beloved fckd up lil guy 💚💚💚

reblog this to give the person you reblogged this from a gold star because they’ve been stellar today and they deserve it ⭐️

Silly lil screenshot “edits” I did :)  Bonus ones w/ human bob and Skin tone hc under the cut <3

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some silly Grizz x O.R.C.A. doodles :)

I remember October when it was cold... I miss trick or treating in a nice costume, this isn't normal. I hope more people start to realize it shouldn't be like this...

Cultural differences

Ahem....I would like to cast fireball.

Like to charge reblog to cast

Deep cut my beloved polycue

roller enthusiasts

There was an Agreement

Between the Circus Kids, as Caleb had taken to calling them, there had been a longstanding agreement not to let the other forget anything important. Not when they knew that it could happen and how much it would hurt them to realize it when it did. 

It had been Mollymauk’s idea. It was why he had given Yasha the book she used to press flowers and small keepsakes meant to be passed on to the woman she had wanted to show the world to. It had been Mollymauk’s idea, to find her on a bad night, and prod her back to reality to ask the small questions. The important questions. 

“What colour were her eyes, love?”

“What did she used to call you again?”

“Can you tell me that story about that time you fell into the swamp? That was funny and I need a laugh.”

Yasha remembered every question. Every detail it had been meant to drudge up and back to the front of her mind. Every small smile she missed and the way Zuala’s eyes would light up right before she laughed. She remembered every small pattern of speech and the way her wife had been so fierce in her love. 

And she remembered the way Mollymauk would never let her forget. 

“Caleb,” Yasha had always been afraid that her voice was too loud when she intruded on these moments the mage would take. These little reprieves long after the adventure was done and their future was safe. When there was a familiar lavender tiefling off exploring the world with no apparent recollection of them, and the life being built around the broken foundations between them was still unsteady in the wake of it all; “Do you remember Molly’s laugh?”

She did. 

She heard it often enough. In her memory and in every fresh flower in a fresh book she wanted to keep for herself. In every way Kingsley would strut or swoop in and out of her life with the same exuberance that Mollymauk had once clung to her when she made her way back into his. 

Caleb would smile at the question. “I believe we still hear it often enough, no?”

“No… No, I don’t think it’s the same. Do you remember that time we had in Zadash, when he tried to get you in on a con to get us rooms?”

There was a moment when Caleb would have to pause. To think. To realize exactly what was being asked. 

His hands would shake sometimes, as he got the drinks for them from some cupboard or other. His eyes would be wet, his smile would be sad. 

Yasha knew that Essek had tried to do the same. But it was different with someone who never knew the tiefling they both loved. Essek could never offer an opinion or correction. Beau would never want to correct them unless they twisted something so far out of the truth that she felt the need to make sure the truth was still there. 

But they had an agreement to remember. 

“Caleb,” Yasha would say, often with an arm around Caleb the same way she would once hold Mollymauk when he asked the same questions. She missed how he would climb into her lap with that annoying, feline grin of his. Caleb would lean against her and drink with her; “tell me about Molly.”

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Mmmm nice~!

Tartar is afraid of the Squid Friends. Grizz is heavily judging CQ.