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WE'RE HALFWAY TO TWITCH AFFILIATE! LET'S GOOOOO!!!!!
it's a shame you can't Cool, Silent, and Mysterious your way to being very close to people. we are unfortunately going to have to embarrass ourselves for this
fortunately you can cool, loud, and weird your way into closeness
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I just called my Sensei Dad...Shiiiiit- Shinsou Hitoshi, part 2
As everything does, Hizashi has to keep moving. The next morning he gets up, gets dressed, and makes breakfast. He makes sure both him and Shouta are ready to go and at school on time, all the normal things he does. It's in times like this, where Hizashi thanks whatever entity is out there that he has Shouta.
Shouta noticed he was anxious so he put up no resistance when he was woken up, he even helped with breakfast, and made sure their stuff for work was ready and waiting.
~~~~~
Fast forward to now, he's in his element and teaching English with his usual enthusiasm. Coincidently, he has 1C which he knows Shinsou is in. As he goes through his lesson, answering the occasional question, calling on students to answer or read what he's written on the board.
He tried calling on Shinsou at one point but the lilac eyed teen had been so nervous, he hadn't the heart to make it worse and left the boy alone since. Maybe that was a good thing, the voice hero thought, as it gave him a chance to observe his student more closely than before.
As it was, he didn't want to scare the kid off before he could reach out to him. As he puts his focus back on teaching, making sure he seemed as energetic as always he filed Shinsou's behaviour away. Hopefully Hizashi isn't making a mistake wanting to collect more information first before he talks to the purplette.
Maybe he could convince Shouta to let him tag along for Shinsou's training session.
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Shinsou was not having a good day. His foster parents did not like that he was barely on time getting home the previous day so he was yelled at and not given dinner, he didn't sleep well, and he still had training with Aizawa that afternoon after school. At least he wasn't muzzled this time.
But like always, he kept pushing through his day. Then he was called on in English but at least Mic-Sensei had enough mercy to only do so once, which was strange but oddly considerate? Shinsou had never had a teacher that treated him with respect, let alone kindness. That last thought was stomped out almost immediately as he walked to Gym Gamma.
Once there, he quickly changed into his gym uniform and put his capture scarf around his neck as he walked out of the locker room. He took a breath and started the usual warm-up routine, going through the motions.
About five minutes later Sensei walked in, a slightly taller blonde man behind- "Mic-Sensei?" Aizawa nodded, fingers steepled together. "I figured it was time you trained with your quirk." Shinsou went to make a noise of protest when surprisingly Yamada stepped in.
"Listener, I don't know what you've been told but it's okay. Your safe here at UA. You are being given permission to use your quirk." Shinsou looked between the two teachers. Yamada had a uncharacteristically serious expression in place, his palms together in front of his face while Aizawa seemed to be assessing the situation. They were being serious, he realized. Well shit.
Shinsou took a breath. "You know what my quirk is and you're okay with me using it. And actively encouraging it." When he saw both teachers nod Shinsou rubbed the back of his neck. The purplette took a second to process what was being asked of him.
"Um, thing is people usually get nervous because of my quirk..." He said, voice quiet and gaze firmly on the ground. Yup, he's fucked it up now. Well-
"Shinsou," Aizawa spoke, something Shinsou couldn't place in his tone, "we aren't nervous or afraid of your quirk." The erasure hero made sure to hold the boy's gaze so Shinsou would know he was being genuine.
Something seemed to click in Shinsou's head because the lilac eyed teen took another breath and squared his shoulders. Shinsou turned to Yamada and asked, "Why'd you take an interest in me? I can understand why Aizawa-Sensei has, but why you?"
The voice hero saw the anxiety, the nervousness in the kid's eyes and body language. Hizashi knew he'd have to choose his next words carefully. Finally the blonde responded, "Some of your behaviour caught my eye and I got concerned. I want all my students to feel safe when in my class and while at UA."
Hoping his words were as carefully chosen as possible, Hizashi waited with bated breath, seeing Shinsou's eyes widen in what he assumed was shock or surprise.
Shinsou was indeed surprised. An adult actually cared? No, Yamada-Sensei had to have an ulterior motive, right? But the green eyed teacher seemed so sincere and maybe Shinsou was won over by Yamada-Sensei's charm or maybe he was foolishly hoping this time would be different, but he allowed himself to believe the blonde man.
"I...can I tell you something?" Shinsou dared to ask. Aizawa and Yamada both nodded, sensing they were at a turning point in the conversation. "Of course Shinsou. You can tell us anything." the raven haired teacher answered.
Shinsou fidgeted for a few moments then the dam just shattered. "I'm in foster care and because of my quirk at best I'm ignored or yelled at. At worst, I'm not fed or if I ask question, or even just speak in general I have to wear a..." Hitoshi trailed off here, scared to say just how bad it actually was.
Hizashi sucked in a sharp breath, seeing where this was heading. "What do you have to wear little listener? By the sounds of it you're, at best, being neglected or at worst, abused." He knelt in front of his student, an earnest expression on the blonde hero's face.
Hitoshi took a shaky breath, his walls crumbling under the care and patience of the two teachers. "I have to wear a muzzle..." It was said so quietly, the boy was whispering. When there was a lack of response, Hitoshi started to retreat into himself but suddenly he felt a warm and firm pressure on his shoulder.
When the sleep deprived teen dared to look, the realization hit him that the gentle pressure was his English teacher's hand on his shoulder. Hitoshi looked Yamada-Sensei in the eyes, only seeing gentleness, sadness, but also concern in those light green irises as his eyes burned with unshed tears.
"Oh kiddo..." For once words seemed to fail the nocturnal ravenette who up until now, had let his husband handle this conversation. Hizashi was, after all, better at the emotion thing.
Hizashi stood up, smiling reassuringly at Hitoshi. "Don't worry listener. We've got you." Hitoshi, feeling a tidal wave of relief didn't pay mind to what he said next as he leaned into Yamada-Sensei's touch. "Thanks Dad..."
Hizashi just smiled as they finally got to training.
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A/n Sorry this took so long! Life kept getting in the way :(
Yo, this is like two years old and y'all still read it? My heart❤️ 😭. Thank you!!!
Pls keep me in your thoughts because I am currently trying to transport both my records and a record player in my car. For 5 hours. I've already had A Scare and all I've done so far is drive to a drive thru.
to those of you who are moving here from tiktok, from someone whos used both tiktok and tumbr for years...
1. DO NOT censor your posts
dont censor sex, abuse, suicide, dont censor it. we dont have censors like tiktok does, you wont be banned for talking about these things and tagging them properly helps people avoid them (also, we dont have shadowbanning here)
2. we dont really have an algorithm
you follow who you follow, and you see posts from who you follow or what you search. the 'for you page' is basically useless here. this also brings me to my next two points
3. dont crosstag
we get it, on tiktok you have to crosstag for reach, but thats not really a thing here. just tag your posts properly (also posters often leave more info about the post in the tags!! and when you reblog stuff you can leave your own notes in the tags, kind of like the old "repost comments" on tiktok)
4. dont expect to go viral/be famous
"viral" isnt really a thing on here (at least not for the average blogger). your posts will probably get 2-10 likes and you wont get nearly as many followers than on tiktok. thats just how tumblr is
5. blocking is your best friend
tiktok is VERY discussion based, and while tumblr is much more discussion based than other social medias, its still not a good place for ragebait/discourse. dont interact, itll make your experience worse in the end, just block and move on
6. you cant go into someone elses house and start rearranging their furniture
this is tumblr, not tiktok. dont diss old tumblr users for how they use the site or try to change them, thats like going into someone elses house and trying to rearrange their furniture. we've been here longer and we're familiar with the site and its culture, either find your niche, adapt, or find a different app
Another important point
You need to actually reblog posts for this site to work as it should.
Liking posts only saves them in a spot that no one checks except for the user who liked them. Most people have their liked posts hidden.
Also, this site has a spam bot problem. One way we weed those out is to check the blog to see if it's actually being used to post legitimate content. If there is absolutely nothing on your blog you're getting blocked and some users may just straight up report you as spam as a precaution.
Not to mention that the posts you reblog will only be seen by you and whoever follows you. Tagging it "fyp" does absolutely nothing.
This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.
A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a plus-size body, and wanted some tips on how to make the most of her wardrobe in a fashion culture which deliberately puts her body at a disadvantage.
Her first question for him was this: how do celebrities make a plain white t-shirt and a pair of weekend jeans look chic? She always assumed it was because so many celebrities have, by nature or by design, very slender frames, and because they can afford very expensive clothing. But when she watched What Not To Wear, she noticed that women of all sizes ended up in cute clothes that really fit their bodies and looked great. She had tried to apply some guidelines from the show into her own wardrobe, but with only mixed success. So - what gives?
His answer was that everything you will ever see on a celebrity’s body, including their outfits when they’re out and about and they just get caught by a paparazzo, has been tailored, and the same goes for everything on What Not To Wear. Jeans, blazers, dresses - everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles. He pointed out that historically, up until the last few generations, the vast majority of people either made their own clothing or had their clothing made by tailors and seamstresses. You had your clothing made to accommodate the measurements of your individual body, and then you moved the fuck on. Nothing on the show or in People magazine is off the rack and unaltered. He said that what they do is ignore the actual size numbers on the tags, find something that fits an individual’s widest place, and then have it completely altered to fit. That’s how celebrities have jeans that magically fit them all over, and the rest of us chumps can’t ever find a pair that doesn’t gape here or ride up or slouch down or have about four yards of extra fabric here and there.
I knew that having dresses and blazers altered was probably something they were doing, but to me, having alterations done generally means having my jeans hemmed and then simply living with the fact that I will always be adjusting my clothing while I’m wearing it because I have curves from here to ya-ya, some things don’t fit right, and the world is just unfair that way. I didn’t think that having everything tailored was something that people did.
It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t know this. But no one ever told me. I was told about bikini season and dieting and targeting your “problem areas” and avoiding horizontal stripes. No one told me that Jennifer Aniston is out there wearing a bigger size of Ralph Lauren t-shirt and having it altered to fit her.
I sat there after I was told this story, and I really thought about how hard I have worked not to care about the number or the letter on the tag of my clothes, how hard I have tried to just love my body the way it is, and where I’ve succeeded and failed. I thought about all the times I’ve stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way it’s supposed to. No one told me that it wasn’t supposed to. I guess I just didn’t know. I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didn’t fit.
I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are “wrong,” who can’t find a good pair of work trousers, who can’t fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesn’t mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.
I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.
So, I have to take that and sit with it for a while. But in the meantime, I thought perhaps I should post this, because maybe my friend, her friend, and I are the only clueless people who did not realise this, but maybe we’re not. Maybe some of you have tried to embrace the arbitrary size you are, but still couldn’t find a cute pair of jeans, and didn’t know why.
This post is one of those things that I will reblog every time it appears on my dash. This is so important, and no one ever tells you about it.
I almost didn’t read this but then I did and I’m really glad that I did.
Super important
Tldr: The reason clothes never “looked right on you” is because models and celebrities always had their clothes tailored to fit them perfectly.
I love this post but it always frustrated me just a little because I can’t even afford to buy new clothes let alone get the clothes I have tailored. But then I remembered that a lot of things are easier to do than you think they will be, so here’s some resources on how to alter your own clothes!
Please read this, it’s an opportunity to learn about yourself, possibly a new skill and why it isn’t you, it’s the industry.
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