Your personal Tumblr journey starts here
I Dont Know - Blog Posts
This is me ever day
I’m bi btw
turn your boops on bitch!!!!
Litterally how what
Alright so we just finished our drama performance and I am both exhausted and very awake so, before I pass out, I want to talk about the live action Snow White. I don’t love that Disney is making all of the live action remakes but I don’t really care about changing the race. I think diversity is very important and the fact that Disney is actually trying is nice. The one thing I will say is that I think they did the wrong thing for inclusivity in Snow White. I think what they should have done was make Snow White a person with albinism, which would still bring awareness to a population that doesn’t have a lot of awareness online. It would logically make sense because the whole “skin as white as snow” obviously but also she would probably wear a wig because, considering the time Snow White is set in, she would probably struggle with extreme discrimination and public pressure (especially since she is royalty). Also wigs in this time were considered a status symbol, which also works with the whole princess thing. Another thing is that rouge was a common way to get red lips in 16th century Germany, which is the time and place Snow White is set in. I know I’m definitely not the first person to think of this idea but honestly it makes a lot of sense. I just kinda needed to talk about this somewhere and I want to know people’s thoughts one this.
Summer recently just started for me, it was late because of the hurricane. So this is just a little picture I drew to celebrate it.
Bad quality but anyway, I drew the slenderbrothers!!! :DD of course, the relationships are fanmade but I like fanmade stuff so whatever. This place is gonna be my lil’ drawing journal muahahaha :imp:
"Every frame in Arcane could be a wallpaper."
The frames I'm finding:
So many options that I can't decide what words to put on Jayce expression. If someone wants to make something out of that feel free.
There's someone staring
At me
From the mirror
On the wall
Who is it?
A girl?
A boy?
It's me
Some fluff for this au cause my brain was nice to me (it loves coming up with angst but not fluff).
when hot rod died he was somewhere in his twenties. And when the matrix made Rodimus to possess his body, it "accidentally" brought back hot rod as a sort of voice or ghost that only Rodimus can hear/see.
Hot rod (instead of being mad at having someone possess his body) becomes some sort of mentor- parental figure- for Rodimus cause he realises that he's only a sparkling.
He helps Rodimus by telling him about mechs he meets or are important, Explains about the war and its history, teaches him about Cybertron and its history. And just doing all of the things that the matrix and primus didn't do.
Hot rod is also Rodimus's voice of reason (Rodimus only listens to him). And lets just say that without hot rod, Rodimus (and everyone else) would have been dead fifty times over.
Am au where rodimus isn't actually hot rod, but a manifestation that the matrix created of an entirely new mach.
But the problem is that he (rodimus) is literally a sparkling.
All of his knowledge is from the matrix. But the matrix (and primus) were stupid and only gave him the most basic knowledge, like how to speak, read, write, transform, and other basic stuff.
But they (the matrix and primus) forgot to give him the mind and mentality of an adult mach. So it's literally a Shazam situation with a child (sparkling) in a grown up body. The only difference is, this sparkling can never change out of the adult body into the one he was supposed to have, and his stuck acting like something and someone who isn't him.
This little one is Papillon!😍😍😍😍
The name derives from an Italian bear that continues to flee from protected areas... I hope my little one isn't a fugitive🤞
Questo piccolo è Papillon!😍😍😍😍
Il nome deriva da un orso italiano che continua a fuggire dalle aree protette... spero che il mio piccolino non sia un fuggiasco🤞
Wait no I need this! I am going to use this as reference/base if that’s okay! Make sure people know it’s yours.
But this is the my two characters from my book to a t!
In a couple of hours/ tomorrow imma make it
too long to explain in words so here's a picture, but i love whatever this is.
Hello~ first ever post lol, I'd like to share some lil' thing I wrote...
In a process of moving on from my first love 🫶...
A shadowy figure stands in a pathway made of darkness, each one of its steps is slow but steady, dragging one foot and the other...right, left, right, left... Each step carrying no weight; it's slow and continuous. Vibrant orbs emerged as it followed trailing behind, sticking itself into the shadow—the orbs weight varies some as light as air, some so heavy that it weighs down this shadowy figure. In each step time passes. The glint and shine through start to flicker and become faint. Then one by one they—drop dissapearing into fragments, disintegrating. No longer weighing our dear shadow…
Hope it's not shit lol I am sensitive to critique :p..
SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY!!!
Bradshaw’s
hello there! i’m ollie and im just testing out my writing style here, i hope you enjoy!
summary: Robin and Rooster engage in an argument causing them to miss the warnings of a storm coming in⛈️
Pairings: Robin Bradshaw (my oc)X Bob floyd, established relationship(🤭)
warnings: swearing, arguing, injury (not detailed tho), Bit angsty lol!
Please lmk if there are any spelling or grammar errors 🫶
✮ ✮ ✮
“Rooster were falling really behind, we gotta move!” Robin shouted into her mask, desperate trying to get her team leader to pick up the pace. She knew if they failed the practice course again, flying the actual mission would be out of the question.
“No, we can make up time in the straight away, maintain your speed!” Rooster ordered back at her. To her annoyance, they reached the target but a minute late, meaning they had aloud time for the enemy planes to attack.
“Great, maverick is gonna kill us.” Payback sighed over coms.
“Maybe, but we reached the target how could he kill us for that.” Rooster barked back.
“You don’t get it do you? If we flew at your speed on the actual mission, we’d be dead right now.” Robin argued,
“You don’t know that!”
“Were not flying fast enough, the enemy would have intercepted us by now you stupid fuck!”
“Then it’s a dogfight!”
“Against 5th generation fighters? yeah right.” Robin scoffed. Between the twos bickering they’d failed to pick up on the strong winds they had flown into. Payback and Fanboy had been long back to base at this point, leaving the siblings to argue. They had been greeted by the other aviators who were confused at the absence of the Bradshaws. Especially a one WSO.
“Payback? Where’s Robin? Did you leave her and rooster out there?” Bob questioned the taller man as he walked towards to hanger, Payback just stayed silent, not wanting to escalate the situation,Bob lunged towards him in an attempt to strike his face but he was held back by Fanboy,“You asshole! How could you leave her? Did you even try to warn them?”
“Lieutenant Floyd, I think thats quite enough.” Cyclone shouted, allowing Payback to explain his piece.
Straightening his flight suit after the tussle, sending daggers towards Bob,
“We tried to warn them about the storm, but they were to busy arguing about speed and time to notice, Im sure they’ll be fine-“
Payback answered before being cut off by a sudden flash then thunder clap. A worried look adorned the aviators faces, racing to the communications room. Phoenix flicked on the radio to hear the panicked shout of Rooster.
“Robin! Eject! Eject!” he kept repeating but she wasn’t listening,
“No-I can- I can do it.” her voice was frantic, focused on trying to save herself from crashing. Her F-18 had been struck by lightning and her engines were starting to die one by one and she was getting to close to the ground.
“Robin you need to eject now! You can’t save the jet but you can save yourself! Think about Bob!” Rooster attempted to plead with her, when Robin heard Bobs name she looked down her the ring on her finger, remembering the promise she made to him. She knew she couldn’t fix it but ejecting from the plane seemed like the worst case scenario for Robin as it was the only part of flying she feared the most,the fear stemmed from her father and the stories her mother used to tell her about when he used to fly, and how an ejection from a jet going wrong was what killed her father. But with no other way of fixing the flames starting to creep up the wings Robin knew what she had to do to get back to Bob. A final attempt of re-engaging the engines failed and they all finally gave out, the jet fell eerily silent it was now too late for any Maverick type manoeuvre the only option was for Robin to eject, with a deep breath to clear her head Robin reached for the handles and pulled hard, sending her flying into the air away from her jet, away from her brother and away from where anyone could probably find her.
✮ ✮ ✮
Ringing. Was the first thing Robin heard when she came to. Her right cheek was pressed firmly into the dessert sand that had dried up signalling to Robin she’d been out here for a while as the storm was long gone. Waves of pain started to make their way across her body as she tried to move and assess her injuries, it took all her effort to just press her palms to the ground and try to sit up. However she only managed to flip herself onto her back, sending a shock of pain through her body. Attempting to look around was hindered impossible by the sun that was now beating down on her bare face, compared with the fatal storm that had brought her jet down in the first place. Looking down at her hands she noticed her ring still firmly on her finger, sighing to herself as she thought that she would’ve have definitely lost it.
She thought about the day Bob had gave it to her, it wasn’t long after they arrived at top gun. She had found a note attached to her helmet in the locker room reading that she should meet Bob on the beach after their class that day, unfortunately for Robin, Bob had not grown up near top gun so he got lost while trying to get back to where he’d set up his proposal. By this point Robin had figured out what he was trying to do and had said “Bob, i don’t care where we are or how you do it just ask me to marry you will you? i’ve been waiting too long!” Robin chuckled to herself as she remembered Bobs face when he found out she knew, of course she did, Bradshaw’s know everything.
Robin sighed to herself, bring her mind back to the present and her current situation, she couldn’t do anything but wait for search and rescue, as down here she couldn’t fully asses her injuries but by the amount of pain she was in she knew they weren’t going to be easy to fix. Pulling off her helmet she felt an agonising pain where her goggles had been, she brought a hand up towards her forehead running over where she thought the pain was coming from, she felt something drying onto and into her hair, blood. Her major senses were impaired, she couldn’t feel anything, hear anything other than ringing or hardly see anything due to her glasses being shattered when her head hit the ground.
The relief she felt when she saw the blurred out line of a search and rescue medic coming towards her was immense, she felt tears pricking her eyes. There was someone behind the medic dressed in a pilots uniform but Robin couldn’t make out who it was.
“Robin! Oh my god! Hey its gonna be okay, you’ll be okay. Don’t panic.” a muffled familiar voice said as they knelt down beside Robin. Rooster beckoned over to the medic that it was safe before attempting to comfort his sister.
She opened her mouth the speak but nothing came out, she wanted to scream and tell them how much pain she was in but she couldn’t make a sound. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and that she wanted Bob to know she loved him too, but her voice was course and quiet so Rooster couldn’t hear her over the helicopter propelers
The medic brought over a stretcher and called Rooster to help move the younger girl onto it. But the pain of being hoisted onto a flat surface overcame Robin and her world went black before they even reached the helicopter.
✮ ✮ ✮
I WANT THIS TO BE THE FIRST POST ON MY NEW ACCOUNT.
Sometimes I'm very normal and then I think about my cat getting older and I feel sick
think one of the reasons why i don't feel alt enough is because i'm fat :( kinda of all you see is mid to slim people and it makes me feel like i really need to lose the weight or else ill never have their style fitting me right
like i've had the dyed hair, can't get piercings until i move out and have the clothing and i still don't feel enough for the status of alt which makes no sense cause non confirmity?
HI IT’S ievieofspring HERE TO TELL YOU THAT I HAVE CHANGED MY USERNAME TO page-yerin
now bye-
laughs in my school caught on fire today ✨
Google Play search for E-Play free music software
Put down the phone, grandma. It's bedtime. Come on, I'll tuck you in.
There you go, all cuddly with Mr.Whiskers.
Dont know if this is fake or not. If it is I'm happy to help with the only way I can. Due to not being able to donate myself.
🚨 Help Us Escape the Devastation of War 🚨
Hello, everyone.
My name is Mohammed Abu Swierh, and I’m writing to you from Al-Nuseirat, Gaza, where my family and I face unimaginable hardships. My wife and I are raising our three beautiful children: Mira (6 years), Bakr (3 years), and Maria (1 year). But our once peaceful lives have been shattered by the relentless conflict that has plagued Gaza for about a year. 💔
Our home, which once held so many dreams, is now damaged beyond recognition. Every day, we live in fear, surrounded by destruction, with no safe place for our children to grow up. The war has stripped them of the carefree childhood they deserve. Instead, they are growing up in a world filled with fear, uncertainty, and despair. 😔
After many sleepless nights and countless prayers, we've come to the heartbreaking decision that we must leave Gaza. We are hoping to build a safer, better future for our children, a future free from war and filled with hope.
But we can't do it alone. Here’s where you can make a life-changing difference for our family:
$20,000: To cover the expenses of leaving Gaza and rebuilding our lives in a safe country.
$19,000: For a year’s worth of housing, food, and essential living costs as we adjust.
$1,000: To cover transaction and fundraising fees.
We humbly ask for your help. No contribution is too small, and every dollar brings us closer to giving our children the chance to grow up in peace. This is more than just a financial plea, it’s a call to save a family from the grips of war. 🙏
Your generosity can be the light that leads us out of this darkness. Please consider donating and sharing our story with those who may want to help.
From the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for standing with us in our time of need. ❤️🩹
Just thought it'd be fun to see y'all try to figure this out. Put your reasoning in the comments/tags!
*DIDN'T HAPPEN
DARNIT
"What, are you /queer/, now?"
-my dad, to my sister, less than 20 feet from me.
I am the /only/ queer person in the house.
I am the /only/ queer person in our imedient family.
He's didn't need to say it like.... That.
It wouldn't hurt so much if it hadn't been almost a year since the last time I heard say something anti-lgbt+ but it has been a while and I thought he might not say that- at least not in front of me.
Here's a tiny room Tucked behind my ears And hidden in my head The person I want to be The things I want to see The books I want to read Are cluttered in that room Somewhere in my head I don't know where But There's a window And two chairs, Plants I don't recognize And paintings Of people I don't know One lamp For light It's all the- Sticks - stones - words That could ever hurt me Piled up under one roof And stacked On one shelf There's one corner I can hide in And plenty of things To hold And places to sit To think I never want to leave My little room In my head
What would people think if i drew sans again..
oc’s drawings bc 3:am
I’ve been using a lot more black in my doodles
Luz: I wAnT ThAt tOy bUY mE It
Hunter*literally just wants to go home*
Okay I'm officially a fucking fossil now what the fuck is a "incredabox sprunky" and what does it mean when my 8 year old sister is stressed about it's lore-? What the fuck lore are you talking about help-???
get diagnosed with nerd. loser
based off that one sasuke post