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@dungeonsandyubi
My cat is missing and I’m in bits. Please, please help me bring him home. I’m absolutely devastated. I’ve done all the things you’re meant to do when a pet goes missing and there’s been no sign yet ;__; he’s the frumpkin to my caleb and I’m so upset.
Please consider reblogging this, you never know who follows you.
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Manchester peeps, could you please boost this?
I’m screaming why does Mamma Mia fit every fight scene so perfectly ajkaslajjddhhajadkjfh
this video is what dnd feels like
As two glowing eyes watch our merry “heroes” in the darkness tough decisions are made, tougher questions asked, and suspicions rise - all without the slightest hint of any subtlety. Confronted with missing items and increasingly cranky “adults”, several are pushed to their limits as Nerium, Natalia, Taro, and Findex try to find rest within the Archocrypt. But when tempers flare and parenting goes awry, things go downhill very, very quickly…
See also: sock him one, new bone who dis, take a whiff, rats, it’s not number 4, rage sleeping, constitution saving throws, rimbo, and NOOOOOO!
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Fictober
I normally don’t enter these things unless I’ve already got at least a third of them already written. This time, I have half of tomorrow’s idea and that’s all. We’ll see if I manage to keep it up… (it’s doubtful, friends)
Fictober: A Month of Prompts
Day 1
“Can you feel this?”
Bilbo hummed, in a manner intended to be both appreciative and noncommittal. He lay half reclined against soft, shaggy goatskins and tapestry pillows, with his abandoned book still open on the nightstand beside him. If he lolled his head back just right and squinted, he could even still read it.
“Bilbo, my love,” said Thorin.
Bilbo hummed again. He had just reached an interesting bit of analysis on the different implications between talas and tallunë in Quenya.
“Bilbo.”
This time he looked up. His feet lay in his husband’s lap, and it appeared Thorin was jabbing his thumb repeatedly into the arch of one foot, a distinctly quizzical look on his face. If Bilbo concentrated, he could just about feel it.
“Ah,” said Bilbo guiltily. Thorin regarded the foot with something like wonder, and jabbed it again.
“Yes, yes all right,” said Bilbo, sitting up and squirming back on the heavy silk bedspread until he was out of reach. “Point made, thank you, yes. Look, you - you said it would be romantic. I felt it would be churlish to refuse. Thorin, I can’t help it if I don’t have delicate Dwarf toes.”
“Delicate,” repeated Thorin. He sat at the end of their enormous royal bed in his night-clothes, his long hair tied back for sleep, and looked rather crestfallen.
Bilbo frowned, twitching his nose in thought. “Tell you what,” he suggested. “I’ll admit, this foot massage business doesn’t do anything for me, but if it’s a thing for you Dwarves, well then, why don’t I have a go at doing it for you? Hmm?”
At the mere suggestion his husband brightened instantly. A blush suffused his skin like the breaking of a Spring dawn, and suddenly the whole ridiculous pantomime made sense at last.
“You great fool,” said Bilbo fondly, lifting one of Thorin’s dear, soft little feet up onto the bed. “You could have just asked.”
the hotel has an on demand section called “mood” & these are the moods
pls unmute whatever you’re expecting it’s not it
I miss sleeping next to someone
fucking idiot doesn’t even know the clone jutsu lol
I hate how fucking funny this is
Critical Crossover #3
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Bilbo Baggins: A Summary
THIS. I saw a post the other day that literally said if you do it to a fictional character, you’ll do it in real life.
No. Just NO.
I’m so glad someone put it into words.
Lin-Manuel Miranda is a legend, and he’s absolutely right.
And I really feel like there are parts of fandom that don’t get or don’t believe this, and I think that’s troubling. I’ve seen arguments that people shouldn’t have dark fantasies, or that bad impulses in themselves make a bad person. I’ve seen so much shaming over thoughts.
And if you get to a point where it’s bad to have dark thoughts and it’s bad to wonder what something would be like and it’s bad to put yourself in the shoes of anyone who isn’t “pure”, if fiction is no longer a realm where you can confront and explore, but an ongoing test of moral purity… well, maybe not everyone’s brain works like mine, but I feel like that takes away something incredibly important to being human.
Purity culture is gonna kill art if y’all let it.
pants cat
Finally, a cat with some decency
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001), dir. Peter Jackson
I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
I wonder when exactly it was that Star Trek stopped being perceived as light, fluffy, not-really-legitimate sci fi that ~housewives~ liked and started being seen as serious nerd business that girls had to keep their gross cooties off.
Also when did the Beatles start to be remembered as rock legends rather than a silly boy band teenaged girls liked?
When men decided they liked them.
this is seriously exactly how it happened. Women were actually the first rock and roll ‘critics’ because they would write in to women’s papers and magazines to share and discuss what their kids were listening to when men still thought it was trashy teeny bopper music. once it became a lucrative, mainstream genre men shoved women out of the space. Men also tend to be gatekeepers once they move into formerly female spaces - early trek fandom was incredibly open and inclusive; women would set up fan get togethers in their own houses to discuss the show or invite the actors to visit before conventions became a thing, and then were huge in organizing the first conventions - but now the stereotype of a trekkie is a nerdy white dude who scoffs derisively at casual fans and newbies with his encyclopedic and pedantic knowledge of trek
I propose we call this “mentrification”
YES
So that spooky time of the year is upon us and I just want to be sure everyone knows:
I will never post a screamer video on my blog.
I have pretty bad anxiety and I know a lot of my followers do too so I’m making this post just so everyone knows. My blog will be jumpscare/screamer video free for all of the spooky month ahead of us. :)
Rough night?