𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖇!𝖙𝖈𝖍

the fact that he still has the stupid shirt tony gave him after taking his suit is one the most underrated starker moments.

he obviously wears it often, seeing how it was the first thing he pulled out of his closet, and you just know he thinks about tony every time he puts it on.

if only tony could see how amazing he looks in it.

this is so starker it hurts 🥴

peter asks tony to do this silly tiktok trend with him so he can post it and show everyone he's taken.

tony allows it after a little bit of begging, but there's a price he's going to charge. after peter presses post while he's still using tony's lap as a seat, the boy feels tony's hands roam under his shirt and inside his pants.

peter has to reply to the flood of comments and texts with shaky hands while tony touches him and whispers filth in his ear, only peter is shameless and starts grinding onto his boyfriend's clothed boner asking for more.

wheelchairs and canes and glasses and hearing aids and every single other disability aid should be free btw and if you disagree i hate you

sometimes u read tumblr drama where u instantly know that no one involved is employed

alternatively: as employment is not inherently a moral value i will also add on: hobbyless

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Peter and Tony having sex with Tony bottoming

Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

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I love this post

The horse thinks as it scratches an itch

And when we finally kill the gods neither hell nor heaven will be waiting for them because they created those to imprison us

burned my eggs and got mad sorry lol

more people would exercise if this culture didn't make it absolute hell

I teach martial arts. we play games with the little kids. they swordfight with noodles and throw foam balls at each other. in the summer, we take them out into the parking lot with water guns. in the winter, we have snowball fights.

the teenagers get swords and staffs and practice knives. we teach them moves from marvel movies that they ask about. they get squirt guns and snowball fights too. we let them goof off and climb the support beams and charge directly at each other in padded suits.

sometimes parents say they miss doing things like that. I tell them, "stay for an adult class. just try it out." we build obstacle courses and let them mess around with training rifles. they chat while sparring. we scream and cheer for them when they're in the middle of a circle. and then we send them out to the parking lot with squirt guns and snowballs.

it's exercise. it's healthy. it's an important life skill. and it's fun as fuck.

RIP Tumblr Live, you wont be missed

One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!

Everything is boring. All activity is meaningless. I understand why Sherlock Holmes did cocaine.

#i have fics id really lioe to be working on#/i have a fibercraft project i Need to be working on/#ive had a drawing idea sitting in the back of my head for over a month#and yet#there's bees in my brain (via @lollybliz)

YES. That's it. The number of people tagging or replying to this like 'yeah it sucks when you're blocked on your projects' or 'yeah it sucks when you don't have any new ideas' or even 'yeah it sucks when you're too sick/sad/busy to work on the things' no. No. That's close, but no cigar. I have ideas. I have plans. I have projects in progress. I know exactly what the next step on each of them would be. No external or concrete factor is actually stopping me from working on any of them. Except. None of them are engaging or help reduce this feeling.

There's just bees in my brain.

My brain is just an asshole.

I draw porn but not any of that sick nasty perverted sicko misogynist fetish porn made by and for disgusting sicknasty pervert men my porn is so cute and wholesome and feminist and queer and liberated trust me it's not even porn it's erotica my erotica is a pure honest true expression of human passions and emotions and the pure chaste passions of feminist lesbian wombyns trust me you'll love it it's so liberating see for yourself *hands you a drawing of Snufkin sucking his own penis*

Part of the reason I love M. Guichon's work is because he always looks so thrilled to be doing it

After years of making increasingly elaborate constructions he finally makes a classic chocolate bar

january 24th:

- first sale of canned beer (1935)

- birth of dean winchester (1979)

- death of tumblr live (2024)

the father, the son and the holy spirit

if someone told me their pronouns were attack/helicopter I would just use them

if attack's serious then attack's probably the funniest person on earth. if not then attack'll have to tell you attacks actual pronouns. there's no losing

Pardon me friend, but I do believe you have misconjugated this particular set of pronouns in your penultimate sentence. In most cases, the slash between words indicates a nominative vs oblique case (cf he/him).

Now, giving only two versions of the pronoun does make it difficult to extrapolate the possessive form (cf he/him/his, which gives us nominative/dative and accusative/possessive). However, lacking any other information, let us assume that attack/helicopter declines similarly to the pronoun "she," which has but two forms, plus a possessive adjective formed by adding -s to the oblique form. To whit:

Thus, your penultimate sentence would properly read "If not, then attack'll have to tell you helicopters actual pronouns."

Attack will appreciate you getting helicopters pronouns right