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@breachtopology
anyway
fuck you (confession of love)
fuck me yourself (reciprocated)
hello newmann tag on tumblr, i love you, have a few of my doodles!!!!
Angry scientists in a lab, what will they repress !!
Yea I think abt them a Lot
You’d never have to see me again
You’d never have to see me again
by supersymmetry
Being the ecology teacher at science camp for the past few years have been the highlight of each summer. But this July’s end can’t come soon enough.
All because of fellow camp counselor-slash-cabinmate-slash-astronomy teacher-slash-attractive enigma-slash-mortal enemy Hermann Gottlieb.
Words: 2727, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb, Stacker Pentecost
Relationships: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb
Additional Tags: Summer Camp AU, ft. Head Counselor Stacker, A lot of talking, smoking cw, Alternate Universe - College/University, (or really more like a post-graduation au?), ecology teacher Newt and astronomy teacher Hermann, LIKE TOO MUCH
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZkfjXF
rough day, huh?
im always greedy for your beautiful beautiful pac rim content.....would love to see newt and/or hermann (not picky) w/ 23 👀
thank you so much for the excuse to draw hermann’s dorky librarian glasses // ko-fi // twitter
THANK U I LOVE HIM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR BELOVED KAIJU GROUPIE ✨✨
For the winter prompts: 37 or 91 please?
Anonymous said: Please do 9…2, I think? Or 91? The one about gifts and reconnecting!
91. we recently reconnected but I didn’t buy you a gift and you give me a very thoughtful one
(from the winter prompts i did last month)
hehehoho i’m CHEATING and doing this one for newt’s birthday instead of christmas/whatever. the “i didn’t buy you a gift” makes less sense in this situation but whatever. happy 2020, the year of both newt’s 30th birthday AND the first year newt and hermann work at the hong kong shatterdome together!!!!!!!
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It makes sense on some sort of, like, horrific cosmic level–fate, or maybe karma (Newt’s far from a perfect person and is long overdue for some quid pro quo punishment)–that the first person he sees when he steps foot into the Hong Kong Shatterdome is Hermann fucking Gottlieb. And Newt’s not exaggerating, either; he literally means the first person. Marshal Pentecost (as handsome as he is stern, even more so than he was in his video calls with Newt) has just swiped them in past the entrance security checkpoint and is mid-spiel on Newt’s living arrangements (room and board included in the employment package, no roommate, but he will have to share his work space), and Newt’s mid-question about who exactly he’ll be sharing that workspace with (interns? colleagues?), when the metal door slides open to reveal the last person in the world Newt expected, or wants, to see, DIY haircut and hand-me-down tweeds and all.
Hermann’s ID badge is outstretched, like he’d been about to swipe himself out, but when he sees the Marshal he snaps into a salute with a breathy little “Sir.” Eyes all big and shining. Good grief. Newt knew he was always a bit of a suck-up, but like, come on.
“Gottlieb,” Pentecost greets. He nods politely. (Newt is too stunned to do anything but gape; Hermann doesn’t seem to have noticed him yet.) “I’m glad you’re here–I’d like to introduce you to Dr. Geiszler.”
Hermann pales. He inhales sharply. He drops his salute. He turns to Newt with a strange, sour expression on his face, like he’s just eaten a whole lemon. “Oh,” he says. The amount of disgust he manages to cram into the single syllable is pretty impressive. Newt can practically feel his soul withering away.
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No, we didn’t date. Technically, he wasn’t an ex-boyfriend. But he was… an ex-something. An ex-maybe. An ex-almost.
(I gave up on this one but here it is anyway)
when i say i produced so much pacrim art in like two weeks that i keep finding ones i forgot about, i… mean it.
hermann obsessively thinking about The Time Our Hands Touched For 0.2 Seconds When I Angrily Grabbed My Chalk Back From Newt After He Stole It While I Was Yelling (Angrily) and being all 😳😳 about it VS newt daydreaming constantly about shirtless hermann just like doing math but getting a problem wrong, for once, and saying the words why newton you are so very clever, while he is also holding a sword, for some reason,
i couldnt stop thinking about this text post (better quality)
prompt: we’re secret friends with benefits and you accidentally wore my shirt to to the party so you’re pretending you came as me and it turns out your impression of me is on point and you know me better than you know myself are you sure you’re not in love with me?? \\ requested by @hermannsthumb
sorry this is so late (but it’s still halloween on the west coast? did I make it??) some shatterdome-era, halloween-themed com dram.
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Newt cracks an eye open, waking from a nap he hadn’t realized he was taking. He lifts his head and looks where it had previously been resting—on Hermann’s bare chest. Newt’s eyes drag upward to Hermann’s face—eyes still closed, gently resting.
Reaching over to his nightstand without looking, Newt first mistakenly grabs his glasses, then his remote for the A/C setup he cobbled together from scrap jaeger metal (not officially approved, but no one has to know), Newt finally picks up his phone and checks the time. He bolts upright immediately. “Uh.” He glances down at Hermann. “Not to kick you out, but I’m gonna need to kick you out.”
My piece for @newmannanthology! Epistolary
You still can get copies of the zine + merch from newmannzine.bigcartel.com Proceeds are donated to 2 nonprofits that support LGBT+ professionals in STEM and refugee protection and advocacy.