[1009961]

hi! this is my personal, fandom and sometimes art-centric blog. i live in australia. i babble about tntduo (& batman!) a lot right now and i like dsmp, nature & poetry!

[aircraftsillustrated1976-deacti]

[squidexplosions]

hand in unloveable hand

open for quality!

[trytogethappy]

the humanity of the AIDS crisis: the ward by gideon mendel

colorized by me

[woundthatswallows]

i think we should resurrect nabokov and give him a knife and let him at the lolita nymphet waif core people

[oolong---latte]

some riddler doodles

[hitsuzenhusbands]

thank you hbomax for the ed room pics i promise i will be normal about it

[jellilyy]

when i actually start finishing wips its over for you guys 

[smp-live]

Charlie Slimecicle goes to the U.K. and immediately gets roped into an exorcism and FUCKING DIES

[transphilza]

slay

[1009961]

oh my god riddlebat. i’m just a deranged little neurodivergent guy and so are they i care for them so much

[batfeces]

[papergardenia]

no you dont get it *projects my autism onto this middle aged criminal*

[papergardenia]

theyre both autistic prove me wrong

[francium-hydroxide-deactivated2]

lil c!wilbur headcanon:

when i say c!wilbur- more specifically revivebur-is a masochist, i don't necessarily mean it in a sexual way, but more because pain is the closest thing to making him feel alive + he's also touch starved as fuck.

i'd imagine he just spent 13 years feeling absolutely nothing & then when he was revived no one was willing to go near him, let alone touch him & if they do it's always kinda out of reluctance.

then whenever he decides to piss off c!quackity & they start physically fighting, he more or less enjoys it because those moments were the longest times he'd been touch in a really long time + he's finally feeling something.

the first time c!quackity manages to pin c!wilbur on the ground. c!wilbur just fucking melts right then and there , while c!quackity was going off on a tangent about how pissed off he was at him

because one of his rival's hand was pressing strongly on the bruise he made on his forearm, the other was literally on his own hand. his knee was also pressing against his thigh as his face was hovering just inches above his own face.

that moment alone was a total of only just one minute, but it was the longest time someone had ever touched him in 13 years.

c!wilbur loved it but he would never admit it aloud. and it's also why he constantly goes back to las nevadas to piss off c!quackity.

[thespoonisvictory]

the faceless streamer did not just claim that getting doxxed isn’t that big of deal I

the "small" risk of someone getting doxxed is worth it if dream gets to clap back on twitter apparently

[thespoonisvictory]

for those in the audience who don’t get it yet it’s bad bc he’s normalizing the idea of doxxing so he doesn’t look as bad when he does nothing to prevent it. it’s the classic slow boiling water, where an honest to god millionaire and famous youtuber is still going to have supporters after saying that one of the most basic tenets of internet safety really isn’t that important actually.

[humanoidhistory]

The Sun rises over Earth in a postcard illustrated by Soviet cosmonaut Alexei Leonov, recalling the 1965 mission when he became the first human to walk in space.

[carryonmysociallyawkwardson]

Alexei Leonov was a prolific and talented artist, and drew and painted many pictures inspired by his experiences in space

This particular picture is rather special though, because he drew the first draft for it while in space using coloured pencils he took with him:

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2015/aug/31/first-picture-space-cosmonauts-science-museum-alexei-leonov

[bullgirldick]

The first walk in space coincided with the first art in space. Humans literally can’t not do art

[helila]

my dude Alexei made some insanely cool space art

As I pulled myself back toward the airlock, I heard Pasha talking to me: “It’s time to come back in.” I realized I had been floating free in space for over 10 minutes. In that moment my mind flickered back for a second to my childhood, to my mother opening the window at home and calling to me as I played outside with my friends, “Lyosha, it’s time to come inside now.”

[x]