I miss them.. I miss them dearly...😭😭😭
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This is my first art post on Tumblr and I don't know how to use Tumblr I fear....
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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I miss them.. I miss them dearly...😭😭😭
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This is my first art post on Tumblr and I don't know how to use Tumblr I fear....
Bruce Wayne in the middle of a robbery/hijacking at a gala or something, completely done and just so tired mentally and physically and really not wanting to sneak out and get suited up as the bat: Hey can I like pay you to do this another day? Can...is that something I can do?
The villain of the day knowing damn well that Bruce is always a nice hostage, always willing to play along with their schemes and sometimes fun enough to try and stop them: you good bro?
Bruce: If I give you fifty thousand dollars right now will you let everyone go?
Harley: Oh yeah just wire it to my bank account! But first *puts on doctor coat* let's talk about you
Story of my life people. You know what’s real ? The struggle.
Happy Pride Month ♥
this right here is why ‘queer’ is an identity, not a slur
QUEER IS AN IDENTITY, NOT A SLUR
Put the Q back in LGBTQ+
it’s not pride month but i will reblog the SHIT out of this any time. queer pride babeyyyyy
we’re here, we’re queer, and too confused to pick one of those other labels so you better fucking get used to us because we’re not gonna get less messy, bitches.
Every time I see that post that’s something like “weird, but technically not a sin,” I think about being seven or eight years old and bawling to the priest that I had scaled the walls of the pantry in my home like a spider monkey in order to eat all of the cookies that my parents had naïvely hidden on the top shelf to keep me from getting into them and wailing that I was a hopeless criminal and hearing just dead silence on the other side of the little wall.
#the priest was definitely trying not to laugh
the two bad fatigue moods:
gets super emotional, cries over the smallest things, empathetic™, can’t handle anything, irritable, overstimulated™, anxious
can’t feel anything, barely able to think, apathic™, can’t relate to anything, emptiness™, can’t cry, slow™, dissociating
its the two crew! can you tell I’ve been binging naddpod?
{available on my redbubble <3}
I don’t mean to be rude; but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this, does anyone have any examples?
Supernatural
Doctor Who (Steven Moffat specifically)
Sherlock (Steven Moffat specifically)
Actually Steven Moffat is basically just this sentiment given human form.
A version of this happened with The Magicians, tbh. Though instead of expectation: men, reality: women it was expectation: smug nihilists, reality: mentally ill queer folks.
Arguably Game of Thrones.
If we broaden it outside of television...I think Star Wars falls into this, at least the sequel trilogy. Maybe the MCU as well. And I can't help but think of every band that's ever complained that their fanbase is mostly women. 5 Seconds of Summer comes immediately to mind.
In general, most white male creators seem to have this massively entitled mindset where they want--and think they deserve--the time, attention, and enthusiasm that creative fandom (i.e. the side of fandom more dominated by women) is known for.
They want our eyes for ratings, our word-of-mouth for free publicity, our metas for social media buzz, and our spending power for merch and cons. But they don't want us. And they don't really want the responsibility of telling a story to a thoughtful, engaged audience, regardless of that audience's demographic makeup. They just want to be praised for whatever schlock they cough up.
And like any other spoiled brat, they will break their toys before they share them.
It goes all the way to the top for kids shows. Toy sales will crash a show. Makes sense, but if those toys are gendered for boys instead of the female viewers, they won't usually switch up the marketing and move them to the girl aisle. They cancel the show outright.
Mind you it is perfectly possible to make the switch in marketing, but execs would rather throw it all out than have something that doesn't perform well with male viewers. For example the Rey merch was not expected to be popular, for some reason, there had to be public outcry to get merch of one of the main 3 protagonists. A PROTAGONIST. The fact that she wasn't a huge part of the 1st launch says a lot already.
And what happened when female fans got too invested in the Sequel Trilogy? The entire writers room didn't necessarily lash out, but they sure forgot how to behave.
Young Justice
Paul Dini: Superhero cartoon execs don't want largely female audiences
#WhereIsRey (initial)
#WhereIsRey (ongoing)
The older, male generation of 'Star Wars' fans may be losing interest in the franchise, but female fans are stepping up.
Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker was designed to be the opposite of The Last Jedi
You're all sitting on the hot take of the decade tbh
If you write a strong character, let them fail.
If you write a selfless hero, let them get mad at people.
If you write a cold-heated villain, let them cry.
If you write a brokenhearted victim, let them smile again.
If you write a bold leader, let them seek guidance.
If you write a confident genius, let them be wrong, or get stumped once in a while.
If you write a fighter or a warrior, let them lose a battle, but let them win the war.
If you write a character who loses everything, let them find something.
If you write a reluctant hero, give them a reason to join the fight.
If you write a gentle-hearted character who never stops smiling, let that smile fade and tears fall in shadows.
If you write a no one, make them a someone.
If you write a sibling, let them fight and bicker, but know that at the end of the day they’ll always have each other’s back.
If you write a character, make them more than just a character; give them depth, give them flaws and secrets, and give them life.
Shit that’s totally fake for minimum wage jobs at places like walmart that they literally don’t actually need:
Cover Letters
Professional References
More Than One Interview
Yeah lemme display my fucking great writing skills to a manager I have more schooling than in a cover letter so I can stock the dog food section of the store at 3am. Seems necessary.
Oh you need my professional references? Here’s two software engineers I went to school with years ago, I’m sure they’ll be real helpful in telling you whether or not I can stock dog food at 3am in your store.
Drug tests
Oh sorry manager sir, I know I saw you at the weed store, but I guess I tested positive even though I haven’t smoked in a week, by the way how did you like the girl scout cookies as I know we bought the same strain. Can’t hire me? Yeah I guess that makes sense, definitely gives you reason to judge me on my ability to stock dog food in your store at 3am.
fucking bullshit psych tests
“do you ever get sad for no reason?”
yes but it doesn’t affect my ability to stock dog food in your store at 3am.
Why yes I did learn how to lie on tests that wont tell you how good I’d be at stocking dog food at 3am.
Weekly Recap | August 3-9
Shorter one this week because I was distracted by Midnight Sun :P
Complete
💙 Plug It In by Kalee60/ @kalee60 (University AU, Oh My God They Were Roommates | 13K | Explicit): Bucky was going to hell. There was no question about it. Making a fool of yourself and lusting after your roommate was probably no grounds to end up in Hades playground, but when he finds himself unable to stop *ahem* making his blanket dance while Steve was asleep on the other side of the room - well, he was currently waiting to be struck down. But what a way to go. So when Bucky buys a new ‘toy’ for the first time, he never imagined it might be a catalyst to change their roommate dynamic, and maybe, just maybe Steve wasn’t as oblivious to his feelings as Bucky had first thought.
Everything is easy ‘cause of you by musette22/ @musette22 (Evanstan RPF | 1K | General): Just a tiny little slice-of-life Evanstan fluff for you all to commemorate a Tumblr follower milestone. This is set at an indeterminate time in the past or the future, for you to decide, no specifics. Just a happy little bubble of domesticity 💕
💙 imagine being loved by me by spacebuck/ @spacebuck (Shrunkyclunks | 20K | Explicit): Just after 1am - a few hours after he posted today’s photo - he hears the tell-tale sound of a twitter message. Bucky grabs his phone, not checking who it’s from as he opens it because it’s probably one of his mutuals yelling at him as per usual. When he actually looks at his phone, though, it’s not Natasha. The ‘verified’ check stares back at him for a long moment before he can even bring himself to process the name on his screen. Steve Rogers is messaging him. Or, he reasons, a very good fake. The handle looks right though, not that Bucky knows. Not that Bucky has Captain’s America’s tweets set up as notifications, or that Bucky’s own display name is set to captain america’s bitch. Not at all. Hey, the first message says. It’s Steve.
(ass)ignments by peachybuckys (Modern AU, PWP | 1,4k | Explicit): Papers and textbooks are littered over the kitchen table as Bucky hunches over his laptop and tries to pump out a ten page paper in three days. He’s definitely had two weeks to do it, but the need to do literally anything else (his boyfriend) than work on his assignment took over and so he put it off until the last minute. Now, though, with seventy-two hours until his paper is due, he’s four pages in, but Steve is doing his absolute best to make sure Bucky doesn’t get it done at all.
WIP
💙 Revenance by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel, SinpaiCasanova (The Old Guard AU/The Song of Achilles AU | 3/? | 8K | Mature): And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Or, the one where Steve and Bucky are immortal and used to be known as Achilles and Patroclus.
💙 Sergeant Barnes and Colonel Rogers: Lessons in Lust, Longing and Inappropriate Erections. by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 2/4 | 10K | Explicit): Bucky Barnes is a decorated (though young) Sergeant in the United States Army, a Ranger with the 75th regiment, a sniper of unparalleled skill; he still expects his first day as an Avenger to be challenging. He is not at all prepared for the greatest challenge to be one hot as fuck, steely eyed, Colonel Rogers. More specifically, he is not expecting the greatest challenge to be keeping his dick under control whenever Colonel Rogers, with his broad shoulders and his authoritative command and his fucking thick, gorgeous beard, enters into Bucky’s immediate vicinity.
💙 Tender is the Ghost by Hark_bananas/ @harkbananas (Post-WS | 7/12 | 83K | Explicit): This thought is uncontrollably followed by another one: I’m not alone anymore. He looks over his shoulder, through the kitchen door, to where Bucky is sitting at his usual place at the head of the dining table, and he feels an unconstrainable smile breaking out across his face, the barest hint of threatening tears along its bright edge. Bucky is still looking past Steve’s left ear, but slowly, gingerly, one side of his mouth quirks up. Steve feels giddy, he wants to shout, or faint, or something to relieve the carbonated pressure that is bubbling up inside of him. Instead, he laughs, short and cheerful, and opens the oven door. (Part 2 of Tender is the Ghost)
💙 Songbird by chicklette/ @chicklette (Singer Bucky, Fake relationship | 14/15 | 63K | Explicit): At 43, James Barnes is a washed up old man. He’s got a dozen Grammys in the hall closet, an agent that can’t get him a deal, a decade-old case of writer’s block, a moody teen-aged daughter, and the gorgeous actress Natasha Romanova for an ex-wife. Enter Steven Grant Rogers, struggling twenty-something, orphan, and someone who has no idea who Barnes is. The two men meet by accident, doing nothing more than passing the time in a quiet bar. But when a pap gets a shot of the two men embracing, Bucky takes it as a chance to finally come out as bisexual, and his agent makes him a proposition: Ten new songs and one very sweet boyfriend will get him a new record deal that will maybe, just maybe put him back on top. Now all he has to do is write the songs, convince the kid, and not fall in love. Should be easy, right?
It’s really depressing how Labor Day has gone from “give laborers a day off” to “give white collar office workers and executives a day off but make retail laborers work so that executives can get a latte on their day off”
Nobody is making anyone work. If you don’t want to work on that day, don’t.
My Mother’s Garden
The garden lasted a few months. Then, an agent of the town’s housing authority found out about it and told my mother it was against the rules. “But no one’s using the land,” I remember her arguing. “The kids in the neighborhood play there.” The response was clear: Get rid of the garden or be evicted. Here was another one of those impossible choices of poverty. This was what my classmates would never understand, as they earnestly debated welfare fraud and the grasping desperation of the undeserving poor.
My mother stopped tending the garden and the next weekend a maintenance worker came and poured something onto the soil that made all the plants die and turned the grass brown.
This is why I don’t tell 99% people im bisexual
I love how gay people do it too. Just… really? You’re literally saying the same shit to bisexuals that straight people say to you, and you don’t see the hypocrisy?
If youre biphobic or hate bisexuals, fucking unfollow me, for serious.
If youre biphobic or hate bisexuals, fucking unfollow me, for serious.
If you hate someone because of their sexuality you suck
the year is 2020, and i am found guilty of treason against the united states for vague blogging that i hate someone and donald trump thought it was about him
This post aged like milk
why are all the horrifying prophetic posts from 2017 what was going on back then
“if yöu wörk härd enöugh ät yöur cräft, böys, this cöuld öne däy be yöur life töö”