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I was talking to someone today about writing, and I was surprised by how amazed they were by writers’ ability to create a story. They couldn’t understand how JKR was able to create the world of Harry Potter–how she came up a world so far removed from our reality.
It made me realize something; not everyone can come up with worlds on a whimsy. Not everyone can create characters that they grow so fond of that they’re like real people in their eyes. Not everyone has gone through the experience of a character derailing their story and swearing it wasn’t them typing those words in that document. Not everyone can just envision a story and then just write it.
I’ve been making stories since I was a small child–it’s something so ingrained in me that to imagine not being able to write (no matter how much I agonize over writing woes) is such a foreign concept to me. Writers, cherish your ability to create stories. Because not everyone can create stories. Because there isn’t anyone in the world who can write the stories you are writing. Because you don’t know when or where there might be a person in the world who needs to hear your story.
This hurts my heart
A Friendship So Close
A friendship so far.
I just messaged my friend, and I always have to wonder why it seems I’m the only one ever putting any effort into it? She says I’m her best friend, but it seems she’d rather hang out with anyone else other than me...
Here’s the conversation (and a bit before that one, just bc):
Me: Bruh, it was worth it. Those insults are gold XD. I think. I’m pretending they are, but I haven’t checked since I wrote them and I’m afraid to now XD
Her: I think they are too
Me: Yay
Me: :D
Me: Use them as you please; I’m too antisocial to ever get into a situation where I’d need them
Her: Lmaooooo id never argue with someone
Me: XD *recalls the table-running(where I’d run from her bc I’d pissed her off enough to need a shield that rarely ever worked)* uh-huh
Her: Nope I’m a mature person now
Me: :/ same, like what happened to the good days, when we could be total ignorant cunts and enjoy life whilst being that?
Me: What happened to giggling while running around a table, utterly terrified and happy at the same time as you gave chase, so damned pissed yet barely restraining your own smile?
Me: What happened to accidentally searching up “nude” and “naked” so many times together (an exaggeration, it was more me with her laughing at my misfortune) because of innocence?
Me: What happened to my unstoppable curiosity (referring to how she’d try shielding me and I wouldn’t let her, because I wanted to share in her pain, just because it made her feel better... and because I was curious)? What happened to your absolute exasperation when we hung out once more because we both made poor decisions and were stuck in that situation together?
Me: What happened to our dynamic duo schtick? What happened to us walking down the (school) hallways not paying attention to anything while people moved out of our ways because the crazy chick (me) and the badass (her) were hanging out AGAIN
Me: What happened to those small moments where we’d sit next to each other, silent, because we had nothing to catch up on?
Me: What happened to the times where we were just THERE and no one else mattered because we were talking about the logic of - of random shit?
Her: OP
Her: I miss you
Her: Where
Her: Are you
Her: Because I’m actually coming to see you
Me: I wish... I wish we could go back to those times. The times where even when we were so stressed ( serious family issues, mild school issues, friend issues, etc) everything was okay because we were together and nothing could stop us. (where in I read her messages and reply aptly) I’m currently *insert OP’s location here*? I dunno
Me (back on track): Where has our - our friendship gone? Where has our unstoppable attitudes gone? What happened to us, that now we’re okay with going months without talking?
Me: What does that say about us? That we’d been so great, so perfect, yet so hurt (we’d both carried pretty heavy issues for middle schoolers at the time, lolz, but not too bad, I guess), and just ... Why’d we let go? Why’d we stop? I wish we could both go back, I wish I had you in more of my (high school) classes, I wish I hadn’t wasted my time with skipping and other friends long since gone now and just continued to exist near you, so we could exist in misery yet glory together. Where we could mature next to each other, and where our decisions didn’t put us so far away from each other that we drifted off
Me: We were the absolute Badest, the badasses of the school, everyone respected us and would never approach us TOGETHER, because we were the most unstoppable, even though I was the least popular (the “weird” and “crazy” kid of the year) and, apart, people already feared us but together people damned RESPECTED us and
Me: And I’ve missed you for so long, and you’ve been so okay with it that I HAD to be, and it’s just. Where did our childhood go? Why have our friendships petered out into nothing? Why haven’t we grown together? We’ve both gone through shit, but it was always alone, always something we just ended up glossing over in our meetings that happen fewer and fewer...
Me: We were The Best. Where had our title gone, now that we’ve been unable to keep it?
And yeah, it’s just... I’ve always been the aggressor in the relationship, but sometimes I wonder if she’d even notice or care if I just vanished into the woodworks, never to be seen again.
PS: this is all essentially copy-pasted, so any grammatical errs are part of the texts
PPS: If my friend ever reads this and recognizes it... Sorry? But, I’ve been so hopelessly (platonically) in love with you for like ever and you never seem to care and it all just- You promised we’d both be partners in crime, that we’d live together, and would get the same job, and would be happy together forever (until you inevitably found romantic love and left for greener pastures) but... But how many others have you promised the exact same thing to? How many others do I have to continuously compete with? I’m so tired, my friend, and I just want to keep this precious friendship alive, and not just a memory, but... But you’ve been gone so long, and I’ve been so depressed and lonely... I feel like I’m at a breaking point. Is our friendship over, now that I’ve finally spoken my mind? I know you hate the mention of love, and I know you abhor hugs and - and I’m just so sad and so tired and I need a hug and a good friend, and while we’re Great friends, I don’t think either of us are truly good to the other... I hope that we’re not just going to be a bittersweet memory to each other, in our futures.
PPPS: I wish this was satire, or fake, or pretend. Does that make me a shitty person, that I wish my heartbreak wasn’t there?
Humans are Space Orcs “Cockroaches of the Universe”
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Talk of guns and weapons in this one, so read at your own choice, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Report ID 2241568
Author Krill
Weapons
If I have learned anything in my time on earth, it is that humans are very good at killing each other. Honestly, the sheer amount of weapons they have is…. unfathomable. Where most civilizations have evolved in such a way that weapons are used to stun is normal, humans are capable of shaking of pretty much anything that can’t kill you and some things that can. Also, I should point out that, while most of us, think humans don’t need weapons because of their superior physical prowess, they have devised ever more aggressive ways of killing each other.
Let’s take a look at the stunning weapons for instance, used most by policemen and private citizens these include.
a. A baton this is code for, I’m gonna beat you to death with this stick specifically designed to F*** you up. Can be used lethally.
b. Pepper spray, hey you remember those things humans love to put in their mouths because they burn, turns out it burns so much that, if you spray a human in the eye with it, it causes even more glorious effects which include slobbering, tearing up, and a general drippiness. Not always effective.
c. Next comes the taser = this is code for, I am going to electrocute you till you submit, also not always effective.
d. Next comes Tear gas which is pretty much like pepper spray accept they stick it inside a f***ing grenade *(see section 3a) and is generally used on entire crowds of people.
e. Additionally they also like to just choke each other out with their own arms and legs. Because humans are scary as hell, and they love killing each other. Don’t let them fool you with their big doe eyes, hugs, or cuddling. They will murder you. They are adorable bringers of terrible death.
f. Oh they also train animals to eat each other’s faces off, because doing it themselves is to messy, even though they totally could and you can’t talk me out of that fact.
2. Going on to lethal weaponry from smallest to largest.
a. Rocks and sticks, because anything can become a weapon if you swing it at someone hard enough. This includes feet, fists, and teeth.
b. Throwing rocks also works, not to be confused with a sling, a mechanism which allows a human to throw rocks… faster
c. Next up is knives. This could be a pointy rock or, in later years, a pointy steel stick they use to gouge each other’s organs out with, because beating each other to death wasn’t good enough.
d. Spears = pointy sticks they stabbed each other with.
e. Bow and arrow, don’t want to get close to the person your stabbing with a stick. Stab them with your stick from 100 meters by slapping that baby onto a taught string attached to, you guessed it, another stick.
f. An axe = originally used to cut down trees limbs, the logical step from tree limbs is of course each other’s limbs.
g. Swords, because our original pointy metal sticks weren’t big enough, now I’m going to make them as tall as me, and stab people with that, because why the hell not. These sticks come in many shapes and styles, so you always have one to match your coat.
h. Catapult = I didn’t believe this one at first, because who the hell would think of loading a big ass boulder onto a contraption that throws big ass boulders…. Humans, that’s who.
i. Guns = humans favorite way of f****ng each other up. Want someone dead, don’t worry just throw this metal tube of doom up next to your face and pull the trigger. We promise to keep the enclosed explosion contained while it projects a tiny bit of metal at about 1,800 mph towards your enemy.
i. They come in all sizes too, some for your purse, some for your hip, some for hunting large game, and some that are taller than you, and some that are so damn big you might as well just strap that thing to the back of a truck, oh yeah, the humans already thought of that.
ii. Oh they are also capable of firing hundreds of rounds per minute, so have fun committing one man genocide.
iii. Oh, and they make them in bigger sizes too. I honestly get rockets and guns confused, but, if the little ones aren’t good enough for you, you can always just find a massive armored car and strap a F*** off big gun to that. You can also attach them to planes, cars, and boats space ships.
j. Oh yeah, rockets work too. No not the fun kind of rockets that let you go into space. I mean other flavors any kind you like. Big tubes of doom that you hold onto for dear life. Heat seeking tubes of doom, also can be attached to cars and planes like modern catapults, accept instead of just hundreds of yards, it’s all the way across the world.
k. Don’t forget, they can also shoot these underwater (torpedo) more than half their planet is covered in it after all.
3. Explosives = these have different flavors too, and humans are very proficient at making them, all kinds of them, but the important ones include.
a. Grenade = a small metal ball mixing the human ability to throw, with the human ability to rip all your limbs off. How you may ask, well by creating an explosion in tandem with shrapnel, if the sudden change in pressure doesn’t kill you than being ripped apart probably will.
4. Now, for my “favorites”, bombs.
a. This includes dropping high explosive on large groups of people, preferably civilians because nothing says you mean to F*** someone up than by killing large numbers of them all at once.
b. Oh and then there is the ultimate death machine, humanity and death’s love child. The nuclear bomb because it’s a great idea to shoot a proton into an unstable uranium or plutonium atom causing it to split releasing gamma rays and thermal energy so powerful it can burn your shadow into a wall, ha ha oh and if you SOMEHOW survive that because humans are STUPID DURABLE “UNIVERSE COCKROACHES.” Than it will probably give you cancer. The two, and only, nuclear warheads ever used exploded with the force of 20 kilotons of TNT (See reference chart 2a)
i. This is the favorite weapon of entire human populations throwing hissy fits at each other because trade agreements, and despotic mania.
c. And then there are hydrogen bombs, because of fission explosions weren’t bad enough, we are now going to add hydrogen atoms that fuse together and cause the remaining plutonium to explode as well.
i. Because humans want you so dead, they will use the power of the F*CKING SUN.
5. Modern weapons include
a. AA guns for anti-airship using superheated plasma to make your day hell
b. They still use hydrogen bombs, because die, but now they use them bigger, so big that they are capable of glassing your planet and the planet of anyone else who decides to F*** with them.
c. Oh and I heard they are developing a method that could potentially turn your planet into a black hole. They want your planet so gone they will reduce it down to a singularity.
Humans are the embodiment of destructive force, they are death incarnate….
Death Incarnate would really appreciate warm cuddles, and something fluffy to pet.
I like dis
Appease us with the fluffy things plz
I want to remember this forever
Story of my (love) life.
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Life wasn’t the kindest to you. Your home situation left a lot to be desired, you had very few, if any, true friends, this town in general was somewhere you desperately wished to leave, and no matter how many people were around, you felt lonely. Needless to say, your mental health was taking quite a beating, and your physical health wasn’t doing so great either.
There was one place where you found some smidgen of peace. Far past your house, deep within the woods, there was the ruins of an old building, nestled between two massive trees. No one else knew of the place, and thanks to the trees and what was left of the old stone building itself, there was plenty of shelter from the sun and rain.
One evening, you found yourself hiding away in your special place, once again, having fled from yet another blowup at home. The silence was a blessing and a curse, as now, you had to face your own thoughts.
Looking down at your bag, you noticed your notebook poking out, and mulled over the possibilities. You had thought of keeping a diary in the past, but writing to yourself felt silly, and you could not risk it ever being found. You almost brushed away the thought again, before your eyes locked onto something, and an idea bloomed to life.
Right in the heart of the ruins, was a tall metal postal box. You weren’t quite sure what the hell it was doing inside a building. Maybe it had been re-purposed, maybe it wasn’t a postal box at all. You couldn’t be sure. Either way, it always seemed rather out of place, but for this, it would at least serve a purpose.
Instead of struggling to write to yourself, you decided to word it as if it was a letter to one of your favourite fictional characters. It seemed to work relatively well, as you actually found yourself writing down a few of your troublesome feelings, even if it wasn’t much.
With a grin on your face, you folded the note, and wrote the characters name on top, before slipping it through the slot, pretending you were actually sending it. The moment you did however, you felt your stomach drop, suddenly filled with anxiety. Despite the fact that you were the only one who knew of this place, you couldn’t fight the paranoia building inside you, that someone might come across it.
With a few rough tugs, you managed to pull open the rusted old thing, trying to retrieve your letter. But there was nothing. No matter how frantically you looked, all you could find was moss, snails, and a few small weeds. Filled with anxiety, but needing to go home, you reluctantly left, deciding to check the next day, when the sky was brighter.
The next day left you just as lost as the one before, your letter nowhere to be found. Part of you couldn’t help but wonder if you had even written at all, if you could trust your own mind. Your racing thoughts were interrupted, as a shuffling sound, followed by a quiet clink, was heard from the direction of the box.
Confused, you hesitantly wandered over, and opened it back up after a little struggle. Sitting inside, you found a letter, that, much to your horror, was in reply to your own. Shaken by it, you simply shoved it into your bag and fled.
With all that was going on in your life though, it didn’t take you all that long to cave, and write back. Once again, you went to the box, and slipped the reply inside, only for it to vanish like before. This time, it only took a few hours, before a response came for you.
It unnerved you, seeing as you had seen no one approach the box at all, but your curiosity took over rather quickly. The responder claimed to be the person you wrote to, and quite surprisingly, they DID manage to act pretty in character in their letters.
Without intending to, you began to treat the letters more genuinely, and with their surprisingly genuine encouragement, you even began using them as they had originally been intended. To vent.
Your responder was rather helpful, something you hadn’t expected, and without realising it, you both began to grow very close. When you realised this, many months later, you felt your heart break a little. You knew none of this was real, but it had felt like so much more.
With your next letter, you wrote an apology. You explained that you would not write again, that you couldn’t take the pain of how real it felt, when you knew it couldn’t be. Over the next few weeks, you heard letter after letter arrive, but you refused to check them. Eventually, you stopped visiting your special place altogether.
Unfortunately, this meant a lot more time around the very ones who you wished to avoid. Everything seemed to be growing worse, and there was nothing you could do about it.
A month this went on, until you finally broke, running from home, running to that special place you had abandoned in your heart break. It was pouring with rain by the time you arrived, and you couldn’t even find it in you to seek shelter from it, curling up on the muddy ground instead, as you cried.
When someone knelt beside you, you flinched, looking up at them through the rain and the tears as you tried to scramble away. Your movements froze and your heart stilled in your chest, bewildered by what you saw.
Your favourite character was there before you, very much real, and just as drenched in rain as you were. Perhaps you really had gone insane.
If only there were a way to put certain posts into categories on your account. I feel like I’m missing something obvious, but hey, I’m used to lurking, not actually using Tumblr.
Broadchurch and Ramblings
So I’m watching Broadchurch right now and I just got to the end of ep. 5 where Hardy (David Tennant) asks for sex, (and gets denied bc of his health issues) and I just can’t help but be fond of the arsehat that Alec Hardy is because he just ALWAYS looks like a lost puppy or a kicked puppy or a *insert other verb/adjective* puppy and...
Honestly, I don’t even know how, but I swear that David Tennant would be a life-long puppy if human weren’t an option. I want to be David’s friend because I feel like having an eternal puppy as a friend is a good idea.
Like, everyone who I know who knows him calls him hot and sexy and whatnot, and usually I just agree to prevent arguments, but honestly I don’t think I could ever be with him even if I had a chance. I’d just smile at his him-ness and pat him on the head.
To be fair, I am unsure if anyone else thinks of David as a puppy. I know some people call him foxy, sexy, sly, etc. but he’s just adorable. Not sexy-adorable, no. He’s like a puppy. Adorable.
Back to the topic that ran away three paragraphs ago...
I cringed in sympathy for Alec when that aussie said no. Like... “Sorry, I just don’t want you collapsing on me.” *insert dry stare at wall* “Thanks.” XD Alec may be an arsehat but he’s my favorite character in any and all crime-mystery-dramas that don’t start with “Sher” and end with “lock”.
He’s just so... Dry, awkward, rude, sarcastic (no, more just sassy), and I can’t help but freaking love him. Though I also love Kilgrave as a character (in the comics too, it’s not David Tennant that makes me like him) too, so I think my taste in human beings are far from great. And my morals. And my survival instincts.
Oh dear mother of mercy, why the hell did you give me such bad taste in things? XD I like Kilgrave, Loki, Thanos (well, I understand him, his personality is a bit dry and flat in the movies), Alec, Sherlock (though most people do, but I genuinely like his personality, whereas most would hate to have that arse actually use his intelligence against them), ... Any sarcastic/sassy rude people that don’t really understand humans, really.
As I was saying, Alec is utterly adorable and awkward and aweeeee~
Reblog if you are bi, support bi people, or you like cake
I support bi people... But I mean, let’s be honest. The cake gets us all
Sarcasm so heavily layed on that not even the remains of the Titanic were as drenched as that one word
This is my new favorite quote, from me
Where to begin with all this
Sometimes I purposely have headphones in with no actual music to stop people from trying to talk to me. Enraging.
What incel wrote this article.
This is the only appropriate reaction since he wanna be all up in my face.
Even that image they have, the woman looks SUPER UNCOMFORTABLE. How do you even justify this garbage???
What the hell? I literally just see a person walking my way and dig out my headphones that are unplugged, and put them in to avoid convos, while the other person is approaching. XD Anyone does this to me and I’m 100% giving them a dead stare.
Nerdy Fact #1501: The producers of Star Trek included scenes of overt sexuality to deflect the focus of NBC’s Broadcast Standards Office censors from other controversial aspects in certain episodes, like blatant allegories of the Vietnam war and racism.
(Source.)
a little tasteful sideboob and no one will notice we’re telling the government to go fuck itself
XD That’s true, too, @queertilly
Doctor Who Fanfictions
So I was just writing these two different stories, right? And, uh, yeah, I think I just combined them. I didn’t even name the characters the same name, but I only gave a brief summary until Donna for the first one and didn’t know how to continue the second one so now what was going to be an awesome “the Doctor has good teamwork with this other person too” is going to be “Rose has made the Doctor forget that MC exists and MC will stay by his side and he’ll feel guilty when he realizes that he basically abandoned her” and I just don’t know. Should I post both on here? Should I combine them? Hmmmm. One’s called “Loyalty Beyond Hope” and the other is titleless, though I’m thinking to make it “Three’s A Team” … hmmmm
Also it’s not even a Rose-bash either, actually it paints her in a good light. Loyalty Beyond Hope is Hope and Three’s A Team is May, for the names...
Doctor Who Fanfictions
So I was just writing these two different stories, right? And, uh, yeah, I think I just combined them. I didn’t even name the characters the same name, but I only gave a brief summary until Donna for the first one and didn’t know how to continue the second one so now what was going to be an awesome “the Doctor has good teamwork with this other person too” is going to be “Rose has made the Doctor forget that MC exists and MC will stay by his side and he’ll feel guilty when he realizes that he basically abandoned her” and I just don’t know. Should I post both on here? Should I combine them? Hmmmm. One’s called “Loyalty Beyond Hope” and the other is titleless, though I’m thinking to make it “Three’s A Team” ... hmmmm
Prompt# 133
“Who did this to you? Who made you so paranoid you can’t even trust yourself?”
“My parents. Who else could?”
I mean, this isn't even a prompt. Parents everywhere do this to their children. It sucks, and there's nothing anyone can do because most of the time the parents don't even mean to do it.
I was having a good day. And then things happened. I forgot my card. Oops. I'm on my period. Oh, I mean, waiting 2 hours sucks too. Great.
I think she'll be fully charged in a few hours. Then maybe kitty.exe will stay with me forever.
Just saying she had that expression way before I took a photo of her so I'm not being cruel, she's just being tiredly grumpy.
Dialogue with Emotional Connotations: Part Deux
Use these as prompts, reference, or whatever else you’d like.
Part 1 here
Dialogue That is Like an Open Wound
“How come she loves you?”
“There are an endless number of things I wish to forget.”
“I came so far. Only to end up here.”
“I’m scared. Why am I so scared?”
“He never came back. Even though he said he would.”
“I wish I didn’t care about it.”
“Pain is not an easy thing to ignore.”
“Set me free.”
“I made her cry. How could I do that?”
“Please don’t make me say it.”
“There’s only so many times I can mend this heart.”
“How do I keep going?”
“It’s gone. All of it.”
Dialogue That is Just a Bundle of Anxiety
“I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I have to go back.”
“You don’t understand. Please don’t make me do this.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“We have to go now or we’ll never make it in time.”
“Let go of me! I have to find her!”
“It has to come back. It has to!”
“Did you feel that?”
Dialogue That is Mysterious
“I feel my business should be saved for later, lest it ruin the moment.”
“Not many people would willingly choose my company.”
“Please do not ask my name.”
“For what it’s worth, I don’t know much about you either.”
“You do not forget someone like me.”
“People do say I have a familiar face.”
“The year does not matter, only the moments we have now.”
“Forgive me. You’ll know why soon enough.”
“I’m afraid there are things I cannot afford to divulge.”
Dialogue That’s Angsty Infatuation
“It was supposed to be you!”
“You own my heart. For all of eternity.”
“What I feel is far beyond love.”
“I’d sooner die than deny my feelings for you.”
“I don’t understand how someone like you could rip my heart out so easily.”
“I belong with you.”
“Just look at me.”
“I wish I didn’t love you so much.”
“Nothing in this entire jeweled city could compare to you.”
“My resentment is beginning to outweigh my love.”
“You’re not the only one.”
“I want to spend every moment with you.”