it's an interesting world.

It never fails to amaze me just how consistent maribat creators are with their content. I’m especially amazed at how Daminette is still going strong.

I still remember the early days where the hate was strong and there wasn’t much content for Daminette. And though I loved the ship, I didn’t have much hope for it to last long.

Needless to say, I’ve been proved wrong.

This is a thank you post to all Daminette, and who am I kidding, it’s also a thank you post to all maribat creators and readers out there. Persevering through the hate wasn’t easy and being a small fandom was hard, but observing how it’s been about 3-4 years since it all started, I have nothing but words of admiration and gratefulness to all of you.

Thank you for your hard work, guys. I’ve never once regretted being part of such fandom and such a kind community.

tumblrs cardinal sin is being tumblr

tumblr guide for new users:

1) there is no algorithm for your dashboard. can't stress this enough. your dashboard is in chronological order of posts and reblogs from people you follow. "based on your likes!" is a joke and they removed that feature in a week

2) because of the lack of algorithm, likes do nothing. if you want more people to see a post, you have to reblog it so it goes on your follower's dashes

3) the vast majority of posts on a person's blog tend to be reblogs. think 90% or so. some of those will have that person commenting on it, and more will have tags

4) comments stay on reblog chains, while tags only show up on your reblog of that post. it's kind of like a whisper voice. in either case, both op and the person you reblogged from see that in their notifications

5) tags don't go in the body of the post. writing "staying in #lasvegas" won't make it appear in the las vegas tag, it'll just look weird

6) it's totally normal to reblog and post multiple things in one day. it's normal to reblog the same post twice in a row. it's normal to have 100 posts+reblogs in a day. post limit (the total number of original posts and reblogs) for a single day is 250. you heard me. 250. go hog fucking wild

7) it defaults to having a visible likes tab on your blog (but only on your blog, not the dashboard) but most people toggle it off

8) "tumblr clout" is a fucking joke. no one can see your follower count, and no one makes money here. there are no influencers. enjoy not giving a shit about maintaining a public persona. it's all anonymous and your employers won't find you here

9) there is literally nothing stopping you from copy-pasting the entire Bee Movie script onto any post you reblog. your followers will hate you for it, but fuck 'em

10) it's okay to block people for any reason. for instance, if someone tells you they might copy paste the entire bee movie script onto your posts. nothing personal, kid. arrivederci

11) it's also okay to block certain tags, wether triggers, spoilers or just subjects you are tired off... This doesn't mean you'll be able to avoid any and every single one (since it depends on the tags used by the person you follow, or the post in the tag you follow), but it'll reduce them.

For a second I thought it was a new Scooby-Doo remake and that was Shaggy 😂😂😂😂😂

Why cloud look ocean???

Well, they are also water

That’s the Cloud Sea from Xenoblade

‘enemies to lovers’ sure okay, but nothing wil ever beat THIS dynamic

9 to 5 enemies, 5 to 9 lovers

Ah, yes, I also love good omens

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That neurodivergent feel of "Do I Identify as Aro-spec because I genuinely don't feel romantic attraction? Or do I identify as Aro-spec because I don't understand/relate to romantic attraction as defined by neurotypicals and the dominant social structure? And does the difference actually matter?"

Valid confusion... For me it's "I love romance, but I have never been romantically or sexually attracted to anyone, does that mean I am ace/aro or demi or somewhere in between? And if I am fully ace/aro, then how do I deal with me wanting a long lasting relationship, with the co-living and cuddling-when-needed and non-dates-hangouts, etc? it's not like there is a an app to look for an inverse friends-with-benefits relationship" . . .

Tumblr is the worst platform for selling things but who cares I made these and I’m proud of them! 

I love them. My little beans. Imagine useing these to add a touch of magic to a suit or something? Or just on some overalls- damn. The possibilities. This is me hyping up my own stuff because under capitalism I must. Anyway of you like them the packs are 10$! You can get them at Terrarium Treasures on etsy :)

These are adorable

While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.

You silently take two more slices of bread out of the package and make another sandwich. You put it on a plate with a handful of potato chips and hand it to the demon. He takes the sandwich, smiles and vanishes in a puff of demonic smoke. The next day you get that job promotion you were after. There was no contract. No words spoken. You owe nothing. But every now and then, another demon pops in for lunch. Demons don’t often get homemade sandwiches. 

Can I keep this going? I’m going to keep this going.

It would be a little annoying, if they weren’t so nice about it. You don’t know what you expected demons to be like, but you certainly didn’t expect them to be nice about it. There’s no demands, no voices like wailing babies, no blood on the walls (well, there was that one time, but Balthazak was very apologetic about the whole thing and cleaned it up right quick). Just the occasional demon stopping by for lunch. In fact, you could almost forget that they weren’t just ordinary people, the way they act. Nice people, too. 

You start talking with them, as time goes on. In the beginning you carefully pick your words so they couldn’t be spun to even imply a contract or reference a soul, but when they seem politely eager to have a normal chat, your words become a bit looser. You even begin gossiping with them - turns out, demons have breakroom gossip just like anyone else. You listened to Rek’ththththtyr’s account of Drokyarix’s torrid affair with Irkilliz, and Ferkiyan didn’t even know what Drory was doing behind his back, poor dear, and you kept quiet and let Ferkiyan cry on your shoulder after Drokyarix finally broke up with him (the shirt was a bit of a loss, demon tears are ruinous to cloth, but Ferkiyan’s a good sort and you couldn’t just turn him away). You even managed to talk him down from going and starting a fight with Irkiliz, who didn’t even know that Drokyarix was in a relationship, and who was almost as horrified as Rek’ththththtyr. 

After that event in particular, you start to get a sort of a reputation as a place where a demon can come to relax, talk, and - of course - get a sandwich. Your sandwich-making skills have really improved since this whole thing began. Your luck seems to have improved too - you’re not sure if you can attribute the whole thing to the sandwiches and the reputation, but you don’t really want to know anyway. 

One day, there’s a bright flash of light from your living room. Nothing unusual in itself - most of the younger demons haven’t quite got the style of their elders, and usually just go for a materialization in a flash of hellfire over your fireplace - except that it’s white instead of the usual red. You look up, and who do you see but an angel looking at you with a spear in his hand. Shrugging, you tell him to sit down and you’ll have a sandwich for him shortly, and meanwhile he can just tell you all about what’s on his mind. This clearly is not at all what he was expecting, but after a moment’s thought, he decides to take you up on your offer and starts talking. Apparently, he’d been dispatched to take care of some demon summoner in the neighborhood, and while he’d evidently got the wrong house the right one shouldn’t be hard to find - have you seen anyone practicing satanic rituals nearby? You laugh, a little, and tell him that you don’t really summon them, they just come on their own. They do like their sandwiches, and they’re quite nice folk. 

The angel’s jaw drops, and you remind him to chew with his mouth closed. 

And I’m going to take this even further. Here we go.

It took a bit of explaining with the first angel to arrive. Telling him about the first accidental summoning and then how the demons just started stopping by around lunch time on your days off. But once he understood what’s been going on (and finished his sandwich) he nodded solemnly and said he would get this all straightened out “upstairs.”

You eventually start getting more angels coming around for lunch. Sometimes they bring a small dessert for you to share after the sandwiches, and the dishes are always magically clean and back in the cupboard when they leave.

You lean that angels don’t have much of their own drama, but they do know all the truths about human tabloid drama and they’re more than willing to dish on what the Kardashians have been up to.

The first time an angel and a demon show up for lunch on the same day is a little tense. You tell them that ALL are welcome for lunch in your house and that you would prefer it to be a no-conflict zone. It takes a while for them to settle, but eventually they grow comfortable enough to start chatting. Which is when you learn that because demons are technically fallen angels, you’ve been having two sides of an estranged family over for lunch regularly.

Soon, you have an angel and a demon at every lunch. Old friends and estranged siblings meeting up to reconnect over a sandwich at your dinning room table. You help the ones who had a falling out reach an understanding, and you get to hear wild stories of what the “old realm” was like.

One day, as you’re pulling out the bread and cheese, a messenger demon appears. You greet him and tell him a sandwich will be ready soon, but he declines. He is here on behalf of Lucifer to ask if it’s alright by you for him to “enter your dwelling so as to meet with his brother Michael over sandwiches.”

A little stunned, you agree. The demon disappears and you prepare three sandwiches, setting them at the table.

When Lucifer (the actual devil!) appears in small puff of smoke, you welcome him and ask what he’d like to drink. As you’re fetching the apple juice, a blinding flash of light comes from the dinning room indicating Michael’s arrival. You grab a second cup and walk back in to find a tense stand off between the brothers. You set down the cups and juice while calmly reminding them that this is a conflict-free zone, and if they are going to fight, please take it to an alternate plane of existence.

They don’t fight. They sit and enjoy the sandwiches and talk about what happened. You learn a lot about why creation started, what the purpose of humanity was and what it’s grown to be. You only have to diffuse two arguments. And at the end when it’s time for them to leave, they hug each other, agreeing to meet up again somewhere else.

In the following weeks you have the usual assortment of demons and angels stopping by. The regulars ask how you’re mom is doing and if your friend is settling in to their new apartment nicely. At some point during each visit though, they ask if it’s true. Did Lucifer and Michael really come for lunch? You tell them yes, but won’t say what was talked about. They’re disappointed, everyone likes the gossip, but they understand. Before they leave, you ask each angel and demon about this idea you have for the summer, what if you had a barbecue on the back patio for everyone who wanted to come? They think it sounds like a fun idea.

Yep, I’m picking up, here we go!

Everyone had a lot of fun at the barbecue. There wasn’t much fighting, but some sparks and noises made you grateful your neighbors were either out of town or older/deaf. There was a great three-legged race and a small football game with parties on all sides involved, you’d never fixed so much food before.

Then, two latecomers. Angels and demons alike gasped in shock and parted like the Red Sea (Which, apparently, is a VERY exaggerated story) to let them pass.

You smile warmly and ask what they’d like. Both decline to answer that, looking at each other awkwardly. The demon bows its head to let the angel speak first.

God Himself heard the fun and wanted to come join the barbecue.

You look at the messenger demon, the same one as before, and as you insist that “Oh, you really should stay this time!”, you’re told that Lucifer ALSO wants to come to your barbecue.

You look between the two. You tell them you won’t deny one or the other, but that they must keep in mind that this is a neutral zone and you won’t have their conflicts interfere with the atmosphere.

Both vanish momentarily (after each taking a plate of food). There’s a long, awkward silence.

Lucifer arrives first, flash of fire in the firepit, coming over to get a burger. He doesn’t look… displeased. But he’s not necessarily happy.

There’s a beautiful flash of white light and a rainbow, and then God descends onto your back porch. Your long-dead flowers spring back to life in His presence. Shit, now you actually have to go back to taking care of them.

The two regard each other from across the backyard. There’s still complete silence from the crowd of angels and demons.

You clear your throat. “What do you two want to eat? I have burgers, hot dogs, chicken, and some vegetarian alternatives.”

They slowly look at you. You return each of their gazes. “This is a no-conflict zone. We’re all here to have a good time at a good barbecue.”

More silence. Then, Lucifer dishes himself a burger and goes to prepare it the way he wants. God approaches calmly and looks over your vegetarian palette (Not the best, but it would do in a quick pinch, you found out just yesterday that some of the attendees would be vegetarian), fixing Himself some food as well.

As this goes on, the others begin to relax, and soon, everyone goes back to having a good time. The food is great, desserts brought by your angelic guests really compliment the meals you cooked, nobody starts sacrificing anybody or arguements (except later there’s a massive water gun/water balloon fight that knocked Michael into the fire pit and got ashes all over his bRAND NEW ROBES, DROKYARIX! but everyone laughed it off and carried on), and as you sit on your porch, taking in the sights, you wonder to yourself if you should do this kind of thing more often, and if you would have had this situation any other way.

Nope, you decide, when God hits Lucifer with a water balloon as he’s trying to refill his super soaker, you really wouldn’t have this any other way.

This is so wholesome

This needs more parts!!!

At the end of the barbecue you ask everyone in attendance if they’d like to continue this tradition. They all agree, and you set it up that the yearly barbecue will be an event. As with all the other things this has brought together two very unlikely sides. You’ve become a bit of a celebrity among the angels, and demons. Regulars keep coming, and the friends they tell about your place become new regulars. The luck you experienced in the beginning has grown into a full on lifestyle change. You’re new position at work has allowed you to buy a large piece of property just in the edge of the city, and your pantry is always packed with various items for sandwiches. They all keep asking how tense was it when God hit Lucifer with the water balloon, and you say how it was so funny everyone was holding back laughter until Lucifer actually laughed himself. It’s become something more than you could possibly imagine.

Eventually as life goes, you meet someone. The two of you have a couple dates, and after a while they ask about why you have so much sandwich stuff. You take a deep breath, and ask if they can keep a secret. They hold your hands and tell you of course they can. You explain everything to them, and their eyes become as big as saucers. They want to help, they want to see this happen. You are of course nervous. No one else has been allowed to see what happens in your home. You say you have to check with them first. Drokyarix is one of the first ones to have shown up, so the next time he’s there you ask if it’s okay for your significant other to help make the sandwiches. He thinks for a moment, and nods that if you trust them, then so does he. Your significant other begins helping. Soon they learn all the stories, and you’re both sitting there laughing about how the angels, and demons aren’t very different and how much fun it is to hang out with them. They also find that their luck has changed for the better, and soon they’re moving up in their job, and seeing the benefits as well. You both decide that the angels, and demons shouldn’t be the only ones to benefit from these sandwiches. (After all they’ve gotten quite good.) You decide to open a food shelter. No one pays a dime. They just come in, and have a good sandwich, and good conversation. This delights both the angels, and demons as they’ve watched both of you develop from their Devine blessings on your lives. Those who come to the kitchen find that when they leave they suddenly get the job they were hoping for, or the car repair they’d needed is suddenly covered by insurance. You sit on the front porch watching this all happening, and you think to yourself. “How did I get so lucky to make that runs by mistake?”

Meanwhile in Hell, Drokyoriax looks at Irkiliaz and winks.

No way I found the whole thing!!!! It’s so so good, hoy shit

this post has several endings and this one is one of them lol

and if you turn to ur left you’ll see the emos

is that my chemical romance?

OH MY GOD not every group of emos is my chemical romance stfu tumblr

but it actually is my chemical romance

this is the funniest fuckibg thing I’ve ever seen

I’ve…. seen this everywhere except on Tumblr itself. It’s the blessed post.

I reblog this everytime it comes on my dash and I’m unashamed

World Heritage Post

Never forgetting this for sure.

spiraling bc the world seems bad....here are some uplifting headlines

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