Sade Olutola
titsay
shark vs the universe
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Kaledo Art
Stranger Things
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
JVL
cherry valley forever
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taylor price
#extradirty
Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
KIROKAZE
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@itikawa
Eu só queria desabafar uma coisa: eu espero que todos meus amigos com quem eu perdi o contato (mesmo que a culpa seja minha, e muitos por motivos idiotas) e até mesmo as pessoas que passaram por minha vida por apenas um dia (como o garoto que tinha um nome diferente que começava com F ou H que só vi na cerimônia de recebimento das medalhas da OBMEP, aliás desculpa ter esquecido seu nome) estejam todos bem.
Do fundo do meu coração, que todos estejam tendo boas vidas.
Enjoy the day 😁 mesmo q agora esteja de noite 🤔 #cute #kawaii #rabbit #coelho #páscoa #enjoytheday #enjoy #pink #fofo https://www.instagram.com/p/BusAgtyhl-u/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1deasdxt0i4go
Só lembrando que não sei quando me apaixonei pelo seu sorriso, mas mesmo assim ele se tornou uma das coisas mais importantes da minha vida.
all starters: hey im just gonna follow behind you! i’m pretty new around here so i’ll just let you lead the way if thats ok
magikarp:
LESSS GOOOOO!!! WHATS THAT UP AHEAD I THINK ITS A GYM TODAYS GONNA BE THE DAY I EVOLVE!!! I LITERALLY CANNOT WALK OR BREATHE ON LAND AND IM STILL FASTER THAN YOU HURRY UP!!!!
As much as I wish Incredibles 2 came out sooner than 14 years after the first, a part of me wishes they waited 15 years to release it so we could use this gif
ADS THAT SUDDENLY TAKE UP THE WHOLE PAGE
ADS THAT SUDDENLY TAKE UP THE WHOLE PAGE AND PLAY MUSIC
What about ads that play music, but you can’t find them anywhere on the page?
Still hearing the ads music after you close the page
having adblock
Sites that forbid adblock
When ads pop up even when Adblock is enabled
When porn ads pop up unexpectedly
this post gets better everytime i see it
When you try get rid of the add really fast but accidentally click on the link that sends you to seventy different pages before you can go back.
THIS POST KEEPS GETTING BETTER
When the ad shows something you’re actually interested in.
When you have to wait to skip the ad
When the ad is about abused/animals needing homes
@extraordinaquari
I dub this post “The Legend of Advertisements”!
when you get rid of the add but it keeps coming back.
It got better.
Making it my goal to reblog this once every day lol
When you get so many ads at once that the site you’re on crashes and you have to reload the page.
When an ad plays awesome music
MY DASH HAS BEEN BLESSED
WHAT ABOUT ADS THAT SUDDENLY APPEAR AND START TALKING WITH NO CONTEXT
Ads that suddenly appear and start talking with no context
i love this post omg
Someone make this better please
when the ad is in another language
You know what I think is really cool about language (English in this case)? It’s the way you can express “I don’t know” without opening your mouth. All you have to do is hum a low note, a high note, then another lower note. The same goes for yes and no. Does anyone know what this is called?
These are called vocables, a form of non-lexical utterance - that is, wordlike sounds that aren’t strictly words, have flexible meaning depending on context, and reflect the speakers emotional reaction to the context rather than stating something specific. They also include uh-oh! (that’s not good!), uh-huh and mm-hmm (yes), uhn-uhn (no), huh? (what?), huh… (oh, I see…), hmmn… (I wonder… / maybe…), awww! (that’s cute!), aww… (darn it…), um? (excuse me; that doesn’t seem right?), ugh and guh (expressions of alarm, disgust, or sympathy toward somebody else’s displeasure or distress), etc.
Every natural human language has at least a few vocables in it, and filler words like “um” and “erm” are also part of this overall class of utterances. Technically “vocable” itself refers to a wider category of utterances, but these types of sounds are the ones most frequently being referred to, when the word is used.
Reblog if u just hummed all of these out loud as you read them
If Cthulhu can be summoned by humans who are so far beneath it, why can’t humans be summoned by ants? The answer is they should be.
Well if a bunch of ants formed a circle in my house I’d certainly notice, try to figure out where they’d all come from, and possibly wreak destruction there.
That’s why knowing and correctly pronouncing the true name is so important to the ritual. Imagine how impossible it would be to not go take a look if the circle of ants started chanting your name. And they’re like, you can’t leave because we drew a line made of tiny crystals - now you have to do us a favor. And you’re like, let’s just see where this goes “yup, you got me… what’s the favor?” and usually the favor is like, “kill this one ant for us” or “give me a pile of sugar” and you’re like… okay? and you do, because why not, it isn’t hard for you and boy is this going to be a fucking story to tell, these fucking ants chanting your name and wanting a spoonful of sugar or whatever. And SOMEtimes you get asked for things you can’t really do, one of them, she’s like, “I love this ant but she won’t pay any attention to me, make me important to her” and you’re like… um? how? So you just kill every ant in the colony except the two of them, ta-da! problem solved! and the first ant is like *horrified whisper* “what have I done”
for some reason my brain won’t let go of this one, so…. Meanwhile another colony of ants invades your house, and evidently that last ant has gotten some of them to join her in a circle and taught them the ritual because you’re coming out of the bathroom one day and you hear the ants singing your name. Sure enough it’s that ant, but she’s dark and fucked up now, and she’s like, “kill the queen. I will rule this colony” and you’re like, sure, I guess I kinda owe her, and you do it. And she manages to become queen, and they worship you. Which is cool, you’re not, you know, very important in the human world, but to these ants you’re practically all-powerful. You can’t be just, doing everything a bunch of ants tell you to, though, when would you watch netflx? So you tend to only show up for super important ants; you teach them some extra words and when hear them you go see what’s up. Usually. Also just to your name, if you’re bored. And, sometimes some of the ants are like, tell us more human names, and you’re kind of jealous of the idea of some other human diluting your private godhood, so you refuse. Your roommate Greg is like, yo, that’s fucking awesome, I want ant worshipers! But whenever he approaches any, they run away, because it turns out that the illusion of control from the named summoning is what makes them feel safe around you. That’s great, because Greg is a dick who never does the dishes, and one day you decide to teach Greg a lesson. So you show up at the colony, and you’re like, “yo, witch queen, did you think there would be no price for all these things? Your colony must do something for me, go to the Room of the Housemate, I will meet you there.” And you go sit on the couch and play Overwatch for a while. You’re like, right there, you can clearly see the ants all marching along the wall to Greg’s room, but to them you’re not even there, you’re so far away they can’t see you. It takes them, like, an ant week to make the journey. They have to figure out ways to get over and around things. Some of them drown, or get stepped on by the dog, or whatever. You win a game, you lose a game, you look over, and they’re trying to get through some cobwebs… looks like they’re mostly going to live, you keep playing, you look over, okay they’re all in there, and you stand up and walk over and by the time they’ve chanted your name once, you’re there. “right, hold on” and you look around and you see a twelve-pack of Greg’s precious fucking soda, that he keeps in his room and refuses to ever share, even though it’s a communal food household and you share your hot chocolate with him all the time. So you gather the ants unto you, and you poke a little hole in each of the sodas and you leave the room to the sound of the ants rejoicing. Greg will suspect of course, but he’ll never be able to prove the ants didn’t chew holes in the plastic and steal his stupid drinks. But later, while you’re at work, Greg destroys most of the colony in a rage, and you come home to find the witch queen gasping her last “the Dew of the Mountain, which you had us steal, was cursed - and so I lay my curse on you” and then she dies. Well first of all, you don’t really believe in curses, but last month you didn’t believe ants could know your name, so that’s unsettling. And second of all, you feel kind of bad. You know, not SUPER bad, cause she’s like, an ant. But still. And most importantly, third of all, Greg must pay. But Greg has done more than kill a bunch of the colony. As you wait for eggs and pupae to replenish the ant population, you discover he has found some ants that didn’t go on the Mountain Dew raid, and he’s spared them, told them his name, and made himself a good sized cult in YOUR fucking ant queendom. Greg has started locking his door. So now you NEED the ants. Once again you direct the ants loyal to you to journey to Greg’s room. You meet them at the door. A locked door means nothing to the ants, they don’t even know there is a door, and can barely perceive the difference between it being open and shut - either passing the threshold on the floor regardless, or being on its surface no matter the position. But you need them to get inside. You’re going to put itching powder in his underwear drawer and leave a raw fish under his bed. So you instruct the leading party of ants how to go into the Cave of Keyhole, and position the Magic Megaliths inside just right to enable the opening of the Great Door and allow you to pass into the Realm of Housemate. Crouched by the door, you can hear when your ants are met by a party of Greg Cultists, who insist that if the Great Door is opened, the colony will be doomed. There is fighting. Your ants prevail, the lock tumblers are moved into place, and you swing the door open… To find Greg! In his room all along! It’s a trap! His cultists attack you! I mean, they can’t do much real harm, but it kind of hurts and it’s super annoying. You order your ants to attack him, and they do, but he storms over and pours bleach down the colony entrance. Now you and Greg are at war, and you both understand the unspoken rules to your fight. You can’t do things directly to each other, why, that would be assault. But anything you can get your ants to do is fine, because “she told the ants to do it to me” isn’t going to get very far with any authority figures that get involved. Later, nursing your anger, you confer with your few remaining ants and stare moodily at your new prize, the ant farm that came in the mail. Bullet ants don’t usually get along with sugar ants, but you’re betting they will if a god tells them to. Meanwhile, you’ve got a laptop schematic to go over with your high priestess. It’s finals week, and if you time it right, he’ll lose everything…
Feel free to add your own stories paralleling human/otherworldly with insect/human interactions! I’m going to have this repost a few times because I want to see which of my mutuals are into this kind of thing because I’m preparing to test drive a fiction share and writing prompt project
The Idea of the old gods obeying us not because of supernatural reason, but because they think it’s funny to watch the tiny animals fight IS the answer to everything
“Being with you is the most fun I can have with or without taking my clothes off.”
“Oh. Wow. I- I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t find that as sweet and touching as I do.”
This exchange has been stuck in my head for the longest time, and I’m not even decided on who says which line. I feel like Adrien to Marinette is a bit more in line, but then again flustered Adrien is my lifeblood.
This gives me a writing itch
DO IT
(if u like no pressure do tag me if it happens pls)
And when you’re done writing @paganinpurple I’ll draw it
PLEASE DO IT!!!
y'all we finna get more amazing content in this fandom i am cryin
Prob should be finishing my MariChat May that I fell behind on because of real life but guess what I’m working on instead?
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@booabug @miracu-less @adrienbaedrien @overworkedunderwhelmed Have this way out of hand drabble set after Troublemaker
Pa(w)rapraxis
Parapraxis - noun: a slip of the tongue or pen thought to reveal unconscious wishes or attitudes.
Normally, Adrien would be bored out of his mind once he reached the second hour of a ridiculously dull photoshoot. Today was different however; today he had company.
Glancing over the photographer’s shoulder surreptitiously, he spotted Marinette watching them by the dressers tent. Her arms were pulled up to her chest, her hands gripped tightly into fists as she trembled with excitement she seemed to think was well hidden., her hips wiggling from side to side He shook his head a little and smiled wider, glad she was just as happy being here as he’d thought she would be when he’d asked her to come.
“Adrien, Cucciolo!” the photographer snapped softly, “Please look this way!” He only watched Marinette for a second more, just enough time to see her face flush when she realised where his attention had been directed, before turning back to face Vincent. From the corner of his eye he was able to see her calm again almost immediately the moment he was no longer watching her. But of course she was more relaxed when he was at a distance like this, that much was obvious now. Now that he knew the -in hindsight, obvious- reason for all of her strange quirks when she was around him.
“Okay, Cucciolo, you’re done with the casual shots now. Go change quickly for the next look and maybe you can sneak in a quick word with your amore tesoro, eh?”
Ah, it seemed it was his own turn to blush now. Italian was not one of the languages he spoke so he had no idea what tesoro meant but he could certainly guess at amore considering it sounded so similar to amour. He chose not to comment however, instead dashing past the man to go change clothes hurriedly. His smile to Marinette as he passed her and headed into his changing tent was significantly more awkward this time around.
“Thanks again for inviting me,” she said, voice raised a little to be heard from outside the tent, the simple sound of her voice making him feel uncomfortably warm considering all that was separating her from his semi-naked form was a thin piece of fabric strung up on glorified curtain poles.
“Uh, no problem,” he said back as he finished pulling up his pressed dress trousers for the semi formal look that was being photographed next, “I knew you’d like this. You are interested in fashion, right?” The sound of a squeak followed by a grumbled agreement from outside helped to alleviate his discomfort and bring back a little of his bravado.
He finished dressing and popped his head out of the tent, looking around to see if Vincent had noticed him -which of course he had- and deliberately avoiding the sly smile he flashed his way. As he stepped out fully, Marinette took in the sight of his outfit and gave a small gasp. He was only wearing black trousers and a blue dress shirt, but the sleeves were rolled a little and the collar was popped -though the dresser would probably be round any minute to readjust the exact angle it sat at. When he’d first seen the shirt, he’d immediately been reminded of Ladybug’s eyes but now, looking at the girl in front of him he realised it was also close to the colour of Marinette’s currently wide baby blues. Maybe she’d noticed and that had been the reason for her gasp, but his ego chose to decide it had been her seeing how well he rocked formal wear. If only he realised how much of a danger his ego could be to him.
“Well,” he said, placing his hand on her shoulder and smirking at the way her eyes flitted to the point of contact and back again, “it’s been a lot more fun today because you’re here.”
She ducked her head a little and he felt proud on her behalf when she managed a small smile before responding. “I bet it’d be more fun if we actually had more time to hang out, instead of these quick chats between whenever you have to change.”
As glad that he was that she was speaking more clearly with him these days, a small selfish part of him -the part that was smug that such a pretty girl wanted him of all the people she knew- wanted to see her flustered again. He leant in close under the pretence of making sure she heard him over the noise of others milling about. Close enough and at just the right angle that she could see into the top of the shirt he hadn’t yet finished buttoning. “But I like hanging out with you like this,” he said, not having really thought through what he was going to say, much more concerned with his proximity to her and her reaction, “Being with you is the most fun I can have with or without taking my clothes off.”
She froze instantly and he was pleased for a moment before his own words caught up to him. “Oh. Wow,” she said.
“Wait,” he said pulling back quickly, his face a mess of scarlet, “That came out wrong. I didn’t-”
“I- I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t find that as sweet and touching as I do,” she said, only a mild tremor in her voice despite the implications of his little slip. She looked up at him and then gave a shy smile before she finally broke into gentle giggles. Perhaps the embarrassment had finally gotten to her and she had nothing else on reserve to react with? Adrien felt he could certainly do with a giggle fit of his own right about now to swallow his mortification but there was just no way he could make them start.
He was far too busy reading into the meanings behind her own words. Ones which definitely weren’t there but he was very surprised to find he wished were. Because he was suddenly desperate to know if Marinette’s lips tasted as sweet as they looked and just how soft her skin would be when he touched it in order to cradle her face.
Plagg would never let him live this down.
BWA
there we go. one eternity later.
Sayaka: What was the scariest moment of your life?
Homura: Kissing Madoka for the first time.
Madoka: But...we just started dating....we've never kissed...
Homura: ...... [resets the timeline]
Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Mami
Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Sayaka
Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: Madoka
Looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you: Homura
might accidentally kill themselves from eating too many cinnamon rolls: Kyoko
Kkkkk @calixto2602
official hex maniac art:
y’all????:
Tiddys are nice coward!
Your url is a shitty 2000s band
at least source the damn art, bitch
http://borvar.tumblr.com/post/165599062866
And I’m not gonna tolerate thicc Hex slander. She’s our zany cutie.
Y’all need girlfriends
drawers:
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Drawers:
Y’all????:
Drawers:
y’all????:
this post is what it’s like to go through an unstable portal
Yay
Like a Lion, rawr!
