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unmute for the love of god please it's amazing
to think I would have just swiped past on mute, therefore not hearing pure unadulterated joy
All right, so maybe I went haring off to another fandom for awhile, but I will never fully let go of my STAR WARS fic reading roots because there's just so much incredible fic here and I have such intense feelings about these characters, like how can I possibly truly leave when this fandom knows how to scratch my id just right or make me cry over fictional characters or hyena laugh because you people are very funny? There's just so much fic that is so good that of course I keep coming back! Especially when it comes to Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, there are just so many incredible people making incredible fics for them that feed right back into my love for their twisty, turny, complicated, beautiful, awful relationship. So here's a bunch of Obikin fic because the fandom is amazing and you should go love them as much as I love them, since you can hopefully completely sate yourself on a bunch of fantastic fic to read! Or idk send yourself into a grief coma because sometimes fic writers are almost as mean as canon was, but in the best way, the way that really hits you in the feelings place. Or idk idk just gorge on all the porn because DANG Obikin fandom brings the porn! WHAT KIND OF FIC YOU’LL FIND HERE:
FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE
CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED
FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD
DARTH ASSHOLE CAT SHOULD BE GRABBED BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND SCOLDED BACK TO THE LIGHT
FUCK YOU, CANON, THINGS GO A LITTLE NICER IN THIS UNIVERSE
WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN FLUFF IS SOFT AND WARM
MODERN AUS CAN BE FUN AND CHARMING AS HELL AND A GREAT CHANCE TO MAP CANON DYNAMICS ONTO A WORLD WHERE THEY CAN HAVE A HAPPIER LIFE, IT’S A WIN ALL THE WAY AROUND
WHAT DID CANON EVER DO BUT BREAK OUR HEARTS ANYWAY? TIME TO TELL CANON TO FUCK OFF AND WRITE AN AU
TIME TO CRY ABOUT SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS
If King Charles dies on or before March 25th, 2024, he will technically be the shortest-reigning king in English history.
Anyway, like to charge, reblog to cast.
one thing i love about scully is that she's just as ridiculously OP as any of the outrageously-talented male heroes of her era. like she's a doctor AND an fbi agent AND a crack shot AND she got abducted by aliens but still doesn't really believe in them AND she's unearthed multiple government conspiracies AND she survived brain cancer AND she's sometimes implied to just be immortal or something
I forgot to post....oopsies ^_^@@@ rbs are appreciated hehe
T4T silly catboy x silly doggirl true love hehehehehehe
karkat gets top surgery
Ok we all talk about the Pevensies’ trauma at returning to Earth at the end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and their trouble readjusting to life there again but think of all the funny/good parts too
They return from the country, and their mom is surprised when all her children hug her at the station. Even Peter, who thinks he’s all grown up. Even Edmund, who went away surly and withdrawn. She doesn’t know her children haven’t seen her in over a decade.
They miss their dear Cair Paravel, but they absolutely do not miss its chamber pots. Indoor plumbing is amazing.
It takes a while to remember how modern technology works, though. How many heart attacks did the siblings give their parents or the professor because they walked into a dark room only to turn on the light and find the children sitting there in the dark. (They were by the window! There was still plenty of light from the sunset! They would have gotten a candle in a minute!) The kids sheepishly remember oh yeah electricity is a thing.
(Edmund has a new electric torch in Prince Caspian. He was so excited to get that torch. Almost more excited than you’d think a kid his age would be, and his parents expect Peter at least to tease him, but the siblings all agree light in your hand at the touch of a switch is terrific.)
Suddenly getting really high grades in some subjects and terrible in others. Their grammar, reading comprehension, spelling, vocab, even penmanship? Amazing. History and geography? They don’t remember anything. One time in class Susan forgets Earth is round and wants to die.
Also they can never remember what the date is supposed to be because Narnia uses different months and years. They can estimate time really well by looking at the sun though, and Edmund at least can always tell which way is north etc without thinking about it (again, using the sun)
Okay but how many times did they go to pick something up or reach something and realize they are so much shorter and less muscled than they expect? It’s a common sight to see Peter climbing on counters to reach a top cabinet, grumbling about how he’s High King this is demeaning. (No he never takes the extra five seconds to grab a stool. He will climb that shelf.)
Peter and Susan being delighted because they are no longer almost thirty. (In a few years Edmund and Lucy will tease them about being old and their parents will not understand.)
Lucy doesn’t have to deal with periods anymore for a few years yet. Susan might not either. Heck yeah
Lucy loves to climb into her siblings’ laps and be cuddled. In Narnia she eventually she grew too big, but now she is small and snuggleable again. Peter is her favorite, and if she’s upset, he’ll tickle her and tell bad jokes until she’s smiling again, but really she loves cuddling with all her family. She grew up without her parents; how many times did she just want to crawl into her mom’s lap and her mom was a world away? Imagine the first time she realizes she can now. Or, imagine one day, a cold and grey sort of day, when the rain is pattering against the windows, and it sounds like the rain on the windows of the Professor’s house, that first day they went exploring. It sounds like the day they played hide and seek. It sounds so like the rain on the windows of Cair Paravel, that if Lucy closes her eyes she can imagine she’s back there, having tea and chatting with Mr. Tumnus before the fireplace of her room, and soon the rain will stop, and they will go out on the balcony and wave to the naiads and the dryads and the mermaids, who have come out to enjoy the rain and visit one other on the banks of the Great River winding past Cair Paravel down to the sea.
But if Lucy looks out the window, all she’ll see is the rain over London, so it’s not only a cold and grey sort of day, it’s a lonely sort of day too.
Susan and Edmund are playing chess in the living room (and they must have studied with Professor Kirke, thinks their mother, because they certainly weren’t that good when they left). Lucy goes over to Edmund, and oh dear, thinks their mother, now he’s going to call her a baby and be horrible to her, but instead he picks her up and puts her on his lap without even taking his eyes off the chessboard; it’s simply a matter of course.
“Doesn’t the rain sound familiar?” says Lucy in a solemn, wistful way.
Their mother doesn’t know what that means, but her siblings must, because Susan says, “Yes, Lu, it does,” and Edmund gives her a little hug with his free arm as she tucks herself under his chin to watch the chess match.
(Five minutes later there is a crash from the next room as Peter falls off a counter. Their mother does not understand the words he must have picked up from the Professor, but he’s grounded for them anyway. His siblings have no respect for their High King, because they refuse to stop laughing.)
uh since this is getting way more notes than I thought it would I guess I should have mentioned y'all are allowed to add onto this. please tell me your soft Pevensie headcanons
I’m just imagining their mother having some stressful drama with a neighbor, and when little Lucy asks her why she’s looking sad in the kitchen, she tries to explain it in vague terms. Lucy listens solemnly, like she’s picking up on exactly what her mother isn’t saying.
Then when the explanation is done, and Lucy says she has a suggestion, her mother honestly expects something along the lines of “Call him a doodoohead then tell his mommy.” But no.
Instead Lucy says something deeply insightful about human nature, the way people lash out when lonely and fearful, and suggests the kind of neighborhood intervention that seems blindingly obvious when it’s put that way.
Then she pats her mother’s arm and trots off to play with her dolls.
Me : *hears a noise while being home alone*
the Twitch chat in my brain :
dni if you hail from a higher plane and cannot meaningfully express your form in 3 dimensions
floating away sadly with my non euclidean bindle
^_^ <- obsessed with her. she's so fun and playful and a little whimsical.
just swallowed another parking lot marble. someday it might be candy. i’ll stay optimistic
*twitling my hair and giggling* omg Elon I bet you could make a submarine WAYYYYYY better haha no seriously I know if you made one it would work soooooo well
Shane's a good example of how the longer you know someone the less likely it is that they can annoy you with their bullshit cus you know them so well. Oh aliens? Aliens you say? Well I love to hear it baby cus I knew you'd say it, cus I was expecting it ya endearing fool
currently obsessed with a twitter account that has a bot set up to record their cat leaving and returning to their house
the best part is that the replies are a wave of sadness and depression whenever the cat leaves and then rejoicing when it comes back like the cat is some kind of messiah
frankly im on board with out new lord and savior Pepito. let the people rejoice in his presence as he is the messiah
Is anyone else in misery or is it just me and the guy from maroon 5
I had an interesting night last night
I’m so glad I have tumblr gold so I can view this post
Tumblr gold users rise up
This pride and all year long, I want to give a shout out to us fat queer people
To fat queer people who never get to see representation of themselves because the vast majority of queer representation is of thin people
To fat queer people who have to put ten times the effort into their gender expression just to be viewed as 10% of their gender
To fat queer people who get misgendered no matter how they look
To fat queer people who can never present how they want to anyway because affirming clothes in their size are either nonexistent, triple the price, or terrible quality
To fat asexuals who are believed even less about their identity because they're told it's just a matter of "no one wanting to have sex with them"
To fat aromantics who aren't respected because their aromanticism is viewed as "No one loved you anyway"
To fat gay people who have their identities denied because "You just couldn't find a man/woman who wanted you"
To fat nonbinary people whose bodies are viewed in the queer community as inherently gendered and incapable of being androgynous
To fat binary trans people who are always viewed as whatever gender hurts them most
To fat trans people who are denied surgeries due to medical fatphobia, have difficulty finding products like binders in their size, are told that thinness is a must to "pass" as their gender, and have their bodies weaponized by terfs
To fat queer people who are viewed as "cringe" for the crime of existing as fat and queer
To fat queer people who can't even buy pride merchandise without having to worry if their size will be offered and then have to pay more than thin queer people just to show their queer pride
To fat queer people who developed eating disorders due to the fatphobia peddled by their own communities
To fat queer people whose identities are partially influenced or entirely caused by the fatphobia they have experienced for years and decades
To fat queer people who are forced by fellow queer people into sexual positions they're uncomfortable with, such as topping, just because they're bigger and have stereotypes forced onto their body
To fat queer people who joined a relationship and experienced sexual trauma because their partner only wanted to humiliate a fat person and ignore your boundaries
To fat queer people who only see themselves in queer porn as a tool for the humiliation of thin queer people who dared to have sex with a fat person or never see your body in sexual content at all
To fat femmes who are viewed as butch no matter what they do because their fatness is gendered against their will
To fat butches who don't feel able to experiment with femininity if they want to
To fat queer people who have an even harder time finding a partner in the queer community because of rampant fatphobia
To fat queer people who have had to hear "No fats, no femmes"
To fat queer people who are constantly told they're not "truly oppressed" because they "don't have it as bad as [X queer identity]"
To fat intersex people who have to deal with strangers believing they're an expert on your body because fat people can't have knowledge about how their own bodies work
To fat queer people who can't even trust that other queer people fighting for equality won't use fat bodies as symbolism for immoral behaviors and beliefs
To fat queer people who can't rely on doctors who accept queer identities to not still discriminate against them because of medical fatphobia
To fat queer people who don't believe they can be loved without being fetishized
To fat queer people whose queer identities are viewed even more as a fetish because their bodies are viewed as a fetish
To fat queer people who took way longer to realize they're queer because they never saw any queer representation that included them
And to so, so, so many other fat people with experiences of fatphobia in the queer community
You all belong. You are the identities you say you are. You do not make the queer community "look bad" just because fatphobes want to use our bodies as weapons for fatphobia and queerphobia. You deserve to be respected and have representation. You deserve to not be treated as an afterthought.
We are queer, and our experiences matter.
“ To fat femmes who are viewed as butch no matter what they do because their fatness is gendered against their will “
I have been in a ballgown and opera gloves and curled my hair and pink makeup on the full 9 as fem as I could ever get. I was still asked to be ‘the man/lead’ when going to the event.
I fucking feel this so bad. I'm so sorry. You are not less femme than a thin person no matter what shit people say to you, and I promise you that