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@dragon-gem
yeah im not gonna have kids
"ohh youll probably change your mind when your older"
yeah im not gonna have kids
"but youre so good with kids"
yeah im not gonna have kids
"youre too young to know that for sure"
yeah im not gonna have kids
"you might meet someone that you really want to start a family with"
IM NOT FUCKING HAVING KIDS !!!!!!
THE JOY OF HIS OWN CAT
I rewatched Supergirl 2026 and let me tell you, go rewatch it if you can. Just knowing Kara plans on killing the guy herself changes it. You see she’s not holding back in her fights, she’s trying to save the girls but she’s also not holding back against the Brigands, she’s killing them right alongside Lobo. There’s also just a different pain when Ruthye says she doesn’t want to be like Kara, because that’s the point isn’t it, Kara is trying to make sure she doesn’t end up like her, she’s doing this for that reason. She’s not saying that Krem shouldn’t die, just that Ruthye shouldn’t be the one to do it because she knows where that will lead, but also that Krem shouldn’t be allowed to live so she will carry that burden.
I also love Kara as a character so much. She is the epitome of being in your early 20s and trying to hold everything together and be an adult when everything feels like it’s falling apart. Also that she keeps trying to do good, that no matter what happens, even if it would be so much easier not to intervene or to walk away she never does. She also tries talking first, like to the guy who stole Ruthye’s sword or when Ruthye was first talking to Lobo, but she also knows that you can’t talk to everyone. I love that she shows you don’t have to be nice and polite to be good, and that that it can be loud, in your face, and messy. She shows that you don’t have to be a paragon of perfectness to be good, and it’s not always easy and there can be consequences, but it’s still important, and possible, to wake up every and choose to be good.
Collecting these rn
Greetings from Tigerland! Any domestic Llorumi headcanons for me to borrow?
HI TIGERHAWK!!
Oh boy absolutely yes.
- Their apartment is messy. So messy it’s not even funny. They’re both entirely unused to keeping a space very clean so together? I wouldn’t say it’s a hazard necessarily but… we’ll say they’re not really cleaning up a lot.
- Lloyd will often lose things in the mess. Harumi just about always knows where it is.
- Lloyd is basically banned from the kitchen. If anyone’s cooking, it’s gonna be Rumi or it’s takeout. Last time he tried to cook ramen, he almost started a fire.
- It was Harumi’s idea for them to get an apartment. Lloyd was nervous about the idea at first (what if they need me at the monastery?? I don’t want to be out of the loop!) but he quite enjoys having a spot away from the chaos.
- Lloyd will almost always get up with the sun, Harumi will try to drag him back into bed. This attempt barely ever works, but it’s still worth a shot.
- Although they have an apartment now, Lloyd’s room in the Monastery is still his (well, theirs). Harumi’s got three drawers of her stuff in there 🥰
- Harumi will frequently get a bug to reorganize their place. This lasts all of two days and then she gets overwhelmed by the additional mess. They both have to work together to put it back the way it was.
- Harumi’s side of the bathroom sink will frequently overflow into Lloyd’s side with all her cosmetics and skincare products. He doesn’t mind this at all.
- They have a designated date night every week. These nights are almost always dinner out somewhere, ice cream for dessert, and then a few laps around the city in Lloyd’s car looking for trouble.
- On one of these nights they decided to switch it up and take Harumi’s motorcycle. Lloyd has vowed never to do that again. He quite likes being alive.
- Lloyd used to not bring his phone with him on missions. It was all too expensive to replace all the time and way too much trouble. He has since changed that habit, specifically when Harumi’s not able to come with him.
- They have a ‘no shoes in the apartment’ policy. Lloyd will sometimes forget this. Harumi never does and walks around barefoot all the time.
- Whenever Lloyd DOES forget this, if he tries to put his feet up on the couch or in bed, Harumi will shove him off and not let him back up until he takes his boots off.
- Lloyd loves having candles all over the apartment. Harumi doesn’t really care all that much, but she does light them for him whenever he comes back after a long day.
- During the holidays, they’ve made it a point to put a tree up. It almost always dies for some reason, but it’s the thought that counts.
- Speaking of plants dying… yeah no plants for them. They can and will forget to water the poor thing and it will die. Keep your plants FAR away from them.
You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.
By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.
I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?
it's probably from assholes making asks a minefield of trolling/harassment for years with no real blocking ability, which turned people off from allowing asks on their blogs so as a whole the site moved away from it
but now that we do have better blocking, we should try to revive it.
Reblog if your ask box is open.
REBLOG IF YOU ARE A WRITER ON TUMBLR
IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!
I love asking people how their parents met. You always get an interesting reply. My best friend’s parents met on the relatively new internet in 1999. My other friend’s parents met at Burger King when one was the manager and the other was a regular customer. My parents met at the beach because they were neighbors in their rental houses, mom was on a church trip and dad was getting blackout drunk every night with his friends next door.
Tell me how your parents met in the tags.
willing this into existence for the 2027 graphic novelization
Something something Harumi is the chosen one too. Because she was chosen to be a princess. To carry out a role she never wanted. She was handed a mask and the mask was more beloved than she ever was.
Something something the pressure to be perfect.
Something something they only love the part you play in their game, but they don't love you.
They picked her out of hundreds. And all of them had hungry eyes and aching hearts. Meanwhile her eyes had no reflections in them and she forgot what heartbeat sounds like. But they picked her. And adorned her with gold.
Just like that little boy who was chosen by an unloving god to commit patricide. Hands covered in the blood he came from but his garments? Gold.
The pain was a white-hot lance through Remy's arm, eclipsing everything else. He choked back a scream, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He glared at Archangel, his face a mask of betrayal and disbelief. "Warren?" he rasped, "Mon ami, what... what have they done to you?"
Archangel stood motionless, his metallic wings gleaming under the harsh lights of the lab. His eyes were cold, devoid of the warmth Remy remembered. There was nothing human left in that gaze.
"X-Men will save us," Gambit spat, the words laced with bravado that belied the fear churning in his gut. "They'll kick your creepy blue ass back to whatever tomb you crawled out of."
Apocalypse chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the room. "The X-Men are weak," he repeated, his voice smooth and condescending. "They cling to a dying world, afraid of the inevitable evolution. They cower from the power they possess. You cling to them, Gambit, but they are nothing but a crutch."
He gestured towards the machine. "This device... will unlock your true potential. It will strip away the limitations you place upon yourself, the empathy that holds you back. You have the power to charge anything with explosive energy, to reshape the world with your will. Yet, you squander it on petty games and meaningless trinkets."
Remy gritted his teeth, his good hand clenching into a fist. "My power ain't for you to steal, monster. It's mine. And I'll use it to blow you to kingdom come!"
Apocalypse merely smiled, a chilling display of cruel amusement. "You misunderstand, Gambit. I am not stealing your power. I am merely... refining it. Focusing it. You will become Death, the ultimate expression of your potential. You will cleanse this world of its weakness, paving the way for a stronger, more worthy future."
He turned to Caliban. "Begin the process."
Caliban, his sickly pale skin glistening under the laboratory lights, shuffled forward and began adjusting the dials on the machine. The hum intensified, the air crackling with energy. Remy could feel the vibrations through the restraints, a sinister premonition of what was to come.
"Non!" Remy yelled, his voice laced with desperation. He strained against the bonds, the metal digging into his skin. "Stay away from me! I ain't your puppet!"
Archangel remained silent, an impassive sentinel. Remy watched him, a desperate plea forming in his throat. He’d known Warren, fought beside him. There had to be something of him left, a flicker, a spark of the man he once was.
"Warren, please!" he cried, his voice cracking. "It's me, Remy! Don't let him do this! You're a good man, Warren. You gotta fight him! Remember the X-Men! Remember the X-Mansion! Remember... Jean!?"
The last name seemed to hang in the air, charged with a desperate hope. For a fleeting moment, Remy thought he saw a flicker of something in Archangel's eyes, a flicker of confusion, of pain. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by the vacant stare that had become so terrifyingly familiar.
The machine whirred to life, bathing the room in an eerie blue glow. Remy felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins, a searing pain that threatened to tear him apart from the inside out. He screamed, a primal sound of agony and defiance.
"I'll never be your horseman!" he roared, his voice breaking. "Never!"
But his resistance was futile. The machine was too strong, Apocalypse's will too absolute. As the energy surged and pulsed, Remy felt himself changing, something inside him twisting and breaking. the cajun charm, the easy going nature, fading away replaced with cold calculating rage,
His vision blurred, his mind fragmented. He could hear Apocalypse's voice, a low, triumphant drone.
"Welcome, Gambit... to your new destiny."
THE X-MEN FACE A GHOST FROM THE PAST!!!
Day two of Rogue Gambit Week! ( @roguegambitweek ) Today's prompt is, “When’s the honeymoon, Ms. LeBeau?” (XtAS, 5.8 - Hidden Agendas). The original scene/interaction is really funny/cute, but I didn't want to draw the actual scene from the show. Ludi ( @ludi-ling ) had the fantastic idea of drawing something from their honeymoon (Mr and Mrs X) instead. So here we are!
As before the print is avalible on my Kofi shop (along with the rest of the week)! Prints probably won't ship until July though (Baby girl will be here in two days and Im in "get everything done ASAP panic mode").
gambit fans when a power-hungry maniac hellbent on world domination exhumes and defiles his corpse to get help with committing genocide
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