- dewwy/dew - they/them - just a person existing in this strange little world - https://archiveofourown.org/users/d3w_Dr0p5
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It's scary to be transgender in the world right now but if you're transgender I love you and we have to stick together and keep fighting and keep living and keep loving
I asked people their favourite EPIC: the musical song and drew silly, rough sketches about them (sorry)
I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts.
May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.
I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️⚧️🇬🇧
List of Youtube Documentaries and Video Essays on Tumblr Lore, for anyone wanting to learn or re-live it:
Meta
The Story of Dash Con
Tumblr Etiquette Manual
The Tumblr Calendar Explained
Tumblr Gimmick Blog Iceberg
Tumblr Live Explained
The Bizarre Story of Cole Sprouse's Tumblr Experiment
Cursed Tumblr History (heritage posts)
Aesthetics of the Tumblr Past
Life and Story of the Tumblr's CEO
The Story of JustGirlyThings
The Evolution of the Tumblr Girl
Evolution of the Hipster Trend
Fandoms
Sherlock: The Story of TJLC (The JohnLock Conspiracy)
The Supernatural Finale (Destiel Becomes Canon-ish)
Destiel Is Canon
Harry Potter: The Story of Snape Wives
The Onceler Fandom
Hamilton: The Insane Scandal of Hivliving
The Tumblr SexyMan Iceberg
The Lies of Tumblr
Alexandria's Genesis: The Internet's Fakest "Disease"
Hey Peebrain, You Teleport? Tumblr's Dark Mystery
Oppa Homeless Style
Tumblr's Infamous Fake Stories
Tumblr Fake Stories Part 2
Fake Tumblr Posts
That Time Tumblr Invented A New Greek Goddess
The Unreality Blogs
Clown Husbandry
Goncharov (1973)
Drama&Cores
The Tumblr Controvery Iceberg
Color Theory
The Rise And Fall Of 'Common White Girl'
Sonic for Real Justice (strange aeons)
The Bizarre Tumblr Saga of Sonic For Real Justice (izzzyzzz)
This Tumblr Blogger had a Child Slave
Iceberg of Infamous Tumblr Blogs
Tumblr Adds
Heterosexual Pride on Tumblr
Rabies Pride
Goblin Core
The Tumblr Needle Cookie Story
Scams:
The Story of 'All or Nothing'
The "Woke" Tumblr RPG that Scammed Thousands of Dollars
Tumblr's 80,000 dollar animation scam (Miss Officer and Mr Truffels)
Apollo PLEASE put the dodgeball down
via @swatercolor [insta]
I think every computer user needs to read this because holy fucking shit this is fucking horrible.
So Windows has a new feature incoming called Recall where your computer will first, monitor everything you do with screenshots every couple of seconds and "process that" with an AI.
Hey, errrr, fuck no? This isn't merely because AI is really energy intensive to the point that it causes environmental damage. This is because it's basically surveilling what you are doing on your fucking desktop.
This AI is not going to be on your desktop, like all AI, it's going to be done on another server, "in the cloud" to be precise, so all those data and screenshot? They're going to go off to Microsoft. Microsoft are going to be monitoring what you do on your own computer.
Now of course Microsoft are going to be all "oooh, it's okay, we'll keep your data safe". They won't. Let me just remind you that evidence given over from Facebook has been used to prosecute a mother and daughter for an "illegal abortion", Microsoft will likely do the same.
And before someone goes "durrr, nuthin' to fear, nuthin to hide", let me remind you that you can be doing completely legal and righteous acts and still have the police on your arse. Are you an activist? Don't even need to be a hackivist, you can just be very vocal about something concerning and have the fucking police on your arse. They did this with environmental protesters in the UK. The culture war against transgender people looks likely to be heading in a direction wherein people looking for information on transgender people or help transitioning will be tracked down too. You have plenty to hide from the government, including your opinions and ideas.
Again, look into backing up your shit and switching to Linux Mint or Ubuntu to get away from Microsoft doing this shit.
@ the mutuals I don’t interact with a lot I love u and hope ur doing well
i am dew, god of messages, trickery, and the family.
that's so cute!!
(no pressure!!
@fieryrainbowss @ismokevodka @candle5000 @z1ish @littlesilentrebel @freakycaliforniaslim @bjfinn @clown-college-honor-roll @pastelstxrs @sorrowmoons @littleguypumpkinsheep @fand0m-fano12 )
I am Arran, god of the most important thing
EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username
Bitches love reblogging this post every Tuesday the 18th
how it feels to wash your hair and brush your teeth and have clean clothes on
not a thought behind those eyes
no pressure!! =]
@ionlypostmymeemocs @fieryrainbowss @ismokevodka @candle5000 @z1ish @littlesilentrebel @freakycaliforniaslim @bjfinn @clown-college-honor-roll @pastelstxrs @sorrowmoons @littleguypumpkinsheep
Tag game: make yourself as a little guy
Tagged by: @thanatos-zagreus-shagreus
Tagging: @thiamsxbitch @rhyslahey @myinnerguineapig and whoever else is up for doing it 💙
likes to charge, reblogs to cast
how- (also this is so real)
no pressure!! =]
@ionlypostmymeemocs @fieryrainbowss @ismokevodka @candle5000 @z1ish @littlesilentrebel @freakycaliforniaslim @bjfinn @mr-bumbleberry @clown-college-honor-roll @pastelstxrs @sorrowmoons @littleguypumpkinsheep
Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊
Ok, I’ll go first
If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️🔥
Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊
Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!
Firefighter demonstrates how to put out a kitchen fire
Anyone who's ever done anything creative needs to fucking see this.
I JUST WOKE UP TO SEE ALL OF THE LOVE THAT THIS POST IS GETTING AND THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH <3 <3
this oneshot was originally going to be apart of a writing challenge that i was going to do as a lead up to valentines day with the ineffable husbands, though writers block came and hit me HARD and i lost a lot of motivation. but now, i think im gonna finish it!
of course, none of this wouldve been created without the amazing @hg-aneh (sorry for @ ing you twice) being an amazing artist!!!! all of the love goes to him 🖤🤍🩶
summary:
based on an amazing comic by @hg-aneh!!!
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wordcount: 642
fandom(s): good omens - terry pratchett
ship(s): aziraphale/crowley
oneshot
summary:
“WHY ARE YOU HERE, AZIRAPHALE?!”
A pair of pitch black wings shot out from behind the former angel.
And Crowley shattered.
Crowley's eyes shot open as soon as he heard the telltale ding! of the bell, signaling someone had entered the bookshop.
He never had customers, the door always remaining locked with the sign flipped to ‘Very Closed’. Muriel had long since left to attend some “heavenly duties”, and the only people who ever checked up on him were Nina and Maggie, though he hardly ever talked when they made their occasional visits. Crowley had been laying his head on his an- Aziraphales desk for who knows how long. Maybe weeks, maybe months. He’d lost count of the days after Nina's last visit, sometime in the early spring. A look outside would reveal that the tree's leaves had begun turning brown and falling.
He looked up, a quiet “oh” leaving his mouth as he realized who was standing before him.
Aziraphale had looked worse than ever. His once pure white outfit issued by Heaven now had been stained with black sulfur, turning into a light gray. The cream colored bowtie he'd been made to wear was loosely hanging around his neck, just barely hanging on. His light tan trousers had turned into a dark brown, the fabric frayed at the edges. It looked like he’d gone through hell and back.
“Oh!” A spark of anger went through the demon, lighting a fire that had long since gone dark, a few weeks after Aziraphale had left. “Well, look who bothered to show up!” Crowley stood, gesturing around with his hands. “The supreme ASSHAT of Heaven!” Crowley moved closer to Aziraphale. “Dirtying his clean little shoes to come and laugh at the pitiful sad demon!” Crowley jerked a thumb at himself, before turning around.
“Oh, poor Crowley! He must be feeling so pathetic all alone!” He used a mocking tone, and turned back around to face Aziraphale, not having taken notice that the angel's eyes were dark and empty. Aziraphale had shown no emotion at all throughout this entire encounter. “Well, the jokes on you.” He stared down at Aziraphale, who merely looked up at him emptily. “I’m better than ever on my own. Just me. A team of myself.” Tears had begun to sting at the corners of Crowley's eyes. He could feel every part of his fragile and bitter heart breaking.
“I DON’T NEED YOU!” He shouted, a scowl replacing his once smug features.
“So, tell me angel.” Tears had begun falling down his cheeks, but Crowley didn’t care. “Why did you come back?!” He raised his voice.
“WHY ARE YOU HERE, AZIRAPHALE?!”
Then a pair of pitch black wings shot out from behind Aziraphale.
And Crowley shattered.
“You-” He breathed, a sense of dread overtaking him. He took a step closer to Aziraphale, and then another one, his rage forgotten. It was then that he noticed that Aziraphale had a blank expression on his face, like he was simply looking through Crowley.
“You…you IDIOT!” Crowley grabbed Aziraphale by his dirty, sooty lapels. “Why, angel? Why did you go back?! Why did you leave?!” Crowley slowly sank down to the ground, the dam breaking, tears falling down his cheeks as a thousand questions of why remained on his tongue, though he knew none of them would be answered. At least, not while his angel was in this state. He just clutched onto his angel, repeating why over and over again.
Crowley didn’t know how long he’d remained like that, but eventually his angel ended up on the floor in front of him. His cries had long since faded into ragged breaths and sniffles. Aziraphale made no move to reach out, to touch Crowley, to hold him, in any way. He simply just sat there on his knees. Then he reached out a hand, cupping Crowley's cheek. And despite himself, Crowley leaned into the touch, as Aziraphale muttered two simple words.
“I’m sorry.”
why is rent the most expensive thing in my life? I'm just sitting here. I'm just hanging out in a house. there is no service here that needs compensating
Out of Touch
i wanna talk about this shot
Posted this in a server already oops sorry mutuals if you’ve seen but ayayyayayayaay I’ve been jumping up and down in circles I’ve popped out 4 full art projects today
heress one :o
blah 2 Hrs, Procreate,
(fun fact he’s wearing the same socks i was while drawing because I couldn’t be asked to draw shoes, but they’re not very visible heehee)
In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.
P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3