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slightly-gay-pogohammer

pokèmonize yourself!!!!

spin this wheel to see your pokemon type

spin this one to see how you'll look like

how did it go!!!

literally dream scenario

it's good!

i can live with that

could be better

hate. let me tell you how much i've come to hate this since i began to live.

Voting ended onFeb 18, 2025

slightly-gay-pogohammer

also smth smth reblog and tell me what you got im very curious

#ground snom-like creature

kaldurcalm-deactivated20240513

Ever seen someone lipsync an entire song underwater?

Edit: I should have added more context. This is Rose the Mermaid performing at Blue Zoo Aquariums.

The song is from Morgan Clae, who is just as beautifully intense out of the water as Rose is in it. She's performing a part for Epic: The Musical, which is about Odysseus.

Jorge Rivera-Harrans has been crowdsourcing the cast for a while now by asking them to sing along to the backing tracks. Wild way to audition; hundreds of people will see you regardless.

The song involving Athena was also pretty popular a while back, so it's been pretty fun.

wizardpostsdotorg

“blue hair” this, “pronouns” that. find someone with flowing silver hair and spells

facelessoldgargoyle

and big naturals

gunsandfireandshit

writing-prompt-s

You are a long forgotten god. A small girl leaves a piece of candy at your shrine, and you awaken. Now, you must do everything to protect your High Priestess, the girl, and her entire kindergarten class, your worshipers.

dycefic

The stone was immovable, in the past. Indestructible. A spire of granite no mortal hand could even alter.

But mortal hands build clever tools, and these last few hundred years I have lived in dread that they will break this, my sacred stone, the last link that preserves me, a faint shadow of a forgotten god. While my sacred stone stands, I do not, quite, fade away.

I am in a park, now, clipped and tamed, my forests long gone. But they landscape around me and my stone, admiring its beauty, so I do not complain. While they take pleasure in the stone, I am safe.

There is a playground a few lengths away, and the laughter and happy shrieking rouse me a little from my sleep. I watched over children, once. It’s nice to hear them again.

But I don’t truly awaken until the Offering is made.

Little hands touch my stone, with curiosity and a sort of reverence that only the very young feel now. For a child young enough the world is still a mystery, and even an ancient granite stone provokes wonder. So I stir, when she touches the stone, becoming hazily aware.

And then, solemnly, the child places a tiny colourful object in the roughly shaped alcove in the stone’s side, the place where offerings were laid two thousand years ago and more, and I awaken. Many people have put things in that alcove, of course… to take pictures, usually, these days, or putting a lost object where it will be seen. Merely to place an object in the alcove isn’t enough. A true offering is given as a gift, with intent.

As this is.

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nb-nightwing-deactivated2022111

they posted a full version lol it’s mr Stacy’s dad for me

the-fallen-blue

ruimtetijd

it’s on YouTube too btw! and in the description there’s links to their spotify

thesnadger

Poor Stacy, all her friends are so horny for her parents and there’s nothing she can do about it.

theclockworkjudas

I am LIVING for their drummer’s hair.

ruffboi-mags

I’m still not over the “But since your mom came out your dad could use a guy like me” line. Stacy your parents are hella queer.

aryousavvy

Absolute masterpiece

tiktoksthataregood-ish

gaiacrossing

I made my town tune a really long high note to see what would happen and I did not expECT ISABELLE OMG I’M CRY

aberrantemotion

She sang at a frequency only she could hear

dayvan

yessss queen give us nothing!

animalcrossingmemes

jaubaius

The smoothness of the “walk"🎵♬ ♩ ♪

kiefbowl

I’ve thought about her Every minute since I reblogged this yesterday

reginaldqueribundus

can they do that? are you allowed to just fuckin… click and drag yourself like that? y’all practitioning the dark arts???? these people are out here defying gravity. moving around like the DVD player screensaver. they hacked reality and started wiggling their bodies back and forth like the Spore creature creator. I’m pretty sure they can clip through walls at will. shit.

jn3008

ashfae

I swear I felt my brain twist while I stared at this and tried to follow a particular segment.

theriu

That is SO COOL I’ve never seen one moving before!

blipdripstrip-deactivated202109

rhube

There was a wall here once. The tree remembers, but now the wind blows through roots that once nestled among stones.

27dragons

climbing through that gap will DEFINITELY take you somewhere Else

writing-prompt-s

Science fiction is full of first contact stories, but is there a such thing as LAST contact? Decide exactly what that means, and write about it.

elidyce

It was too late, when the humans came. They were a young species, still exploring outwards, vital and thriving.

We… were not.

War had ravaged us, and sickness, and war once again, until our population dwindled beyond the point of recovery. We struggled against that, of course… we used genetic manipulation, and cloning, and even more desperate measures. None succeeded. When the humans came, we were sinking into apathy, only a few tens of us left. We had begun to discuss whether we should commit a mass suicide, or simply wait to fade away.

And then the young species came, in their clumsy ships, and they asked us why we were so few.

“We are becoming extinct,” we told them. “We have passed the point of recovery.”

It is custom to avoid the races that are dying – once a species reaches the point of inevitable extinction, even war is suspended, and the fiercest enemy pulls back. The custom was born of plagues and poisons that could be carried forth from a dying world to afflict a healthy one, but it has the implacable weight of tradition now. After we are gone, after they have waited for the prescribed period of quarantine, there will be a fight for our world. Habitable worlds are few, and this is a good one, with plenty of free groundwater and thriving vegetation. It is a bitter thing to be grateful for the custom that allows us to die in peace, but we are grateful.

But the humans don’t know that custom, and they do not leave. They seem distraught, when we tell them we are dying, and try to offer their aid - but their technology is behind ours, and it is too late. When they realize that they can’t save us, though, they do something that bewilders us.

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