I completely fucking forgot about this ed edd n eddy x akira crossover I drew a year ago
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I completely fucking forgot about this ed edd n eddy x akira crossover I drew a year ago
Being ace and hot is a nightmare sometimes, I met this guy in my neighborhood, we live literally 200m away from each other, he's funny and witty and a genuine delight to talk to, and YESTERDAY he makes it clear he's flirting so now I'm trying to figure out how to turn him down and also throw my single friends at him because he really is a great catch, but I don't eat fish so he's wasted on me.
So now I have to figure out how to say 'I think, based on your tastes, I have some girlfriends you might like and they'd love to take you home, doggy walking same time next week?' in human speak.
Task failed abysmally, I'm having a threesome on Tuesday. My job is to look pretty and hand over the props.
That was fun, amd I learned some things about myself! Namely that I would make an excellent scantly-clad servant bowing to a sadistic evil queen. 10/10 would do it again.
Please stop reblogging this, if it ends up on Tiktok some teenybopper is gonna call me bad ace representation.
people often seem to mistake my she/hering of all animals for a lack of knowledge about birds, and that annoys me. no, actually YOU'RE wrong, the red winged blackbirds with the red and yellow pauldrons are girls
Had a Cult of the Lamb phase a few months ago and started a fic for it I never finished. I think what it has is good (it was going to be about the Lamb's physical transformation into a divine being over time), but as I don't plan to complete it I thought I'd put it here. Spoilers for the end of base game.
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Transfiguration
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"Lamb! You will hold a moment."
He does not call them *leader*, nor does the Lamb expect him to. It's a delicate thing, the mortal life of one once immortal. Or at least, mortal enough. He's pushy, is Narinder---so befits a former god. It would be all the stranger if he were not.
But the Lamb listens to their flock, and so the Lamb turns from their work mending one of the forgotten fleeces to see the dark figure of the One Who Waited steal closer to them in the golden light of early morning. Dew clings to leaf and branch, those delicate drops collapsing into nothing as his bared paws stride through them.
The Lamb holds a moment, and Narinder stops before them. The physical form of the uncrowned god stands taller than the Lamb, though it's a matter of centimeters, with Narinder's sharp ears winning out over their horns. They try to smile at their latest ward, and await his words. Some months have passed since his fall, and he has grown ... less aggressive, at least. He looks them over, the Lamb's fleece gilded in the sunlight. The usual resentment is present, but in the slant of his lip and the squint of his eyes the Lamb finds something new. Interest? No. Curiosity. "I must know," he says presently, and without asking for leave reaches out his hand to take the Lamb's chin. He tilts their head left, then right, and lets go. Taken aback, the Lamb only hears his words after shaking themself in surprise. Narinder is smiling, in the sharp way he does. "Yes, I see. Slow, as are all things with the Crown. Very well. At least it is beginning."
The Lamb finds no answer, still baffled.
"Have you not noticed?" Narinder asks, and the Lamb tilts their head to one side in cautious questioning. "Do you think yourself an exception, because you are soft-hearted? Did you think you would escape the changes?"
"Changes," the Lamb repeats, brow furrowing. Change is eternal, ever-present. Of course they have changed over the course of their journey to this point: they have learned the price of living, of sacrifice, of mercy. Of godhood. They have paid for each in blood.
"Denial does not befit a god," says Narinder, and turns away.
this is a loving reminder that you can use tumblr on your browser with an ad blocker for a better quality of life, I'm of the opinion you should never be forced to see anything ever
Chromium is now completely removing manifest V2 support. This impacts chromium based browsers like chrome, edge, opera, and brave.
If you want to continue to use effective tools like uBlock Origin, you'll need to make the switch to a browser using a different engine that supports manifest V2, like firefox.
If you're on android I highly recommend checking out Revanced as well. It can patch official apps like Tumblr, reddit, and YouTube to block ads and do things like enable background play on YT.
how I view ages based on what year they were born relative to me:
1999: basically the same age as me
2000: basically the same age as me
2001: basically the same age as me
2002: basically the same age as me
2003: my birth year/literally the same age as me
2004: wailing newborn
i bet the pain will end if i arrange a perfect enough sentence about it
ive got a little secret about the circumstances under which these sentences as well were arranged
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
for context:
“Beep Beep Bitch, You’re Gay!”
Updated the lesbian flag and added nonbinary, pan, ace, and aro for all your tacky LBGTQ+ barcode needs.
Hope yall like my abomination
That last one is fucking moving istg
at last. the gaydar
The only pride flag I care about anymore
dear mister "beast..." i am going to kill you with my dual shadow moon katanas on june 15th 2026 at 8:30 pm pacific time
I had a dream about Columbo at a drag show. This is what came from it.
I'm waiting for him to explain to me how his newfound love of drag allowed him to prove I killed my business partner
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Kurt Vonnegut wrote: “When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.
And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”
And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”
And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.
My feet hurt, I ate a bunch of spaghetti, I got a pill container that says Faggot plus a bunch of stickers, and we had an art night. Happy Pride indeed. :)
I watched Backrooms