Concept art for Webslinger and Widow, plus the under the mask face model by Kris Anka

REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

a mean wife who hates you >>>

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in case you wanted your sword to be a different colour other than purple:

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☆Rainbow Sword☆

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A lightsaber

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lesbian sword

this has probably already been done but:

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minecraft :3

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for the dagger users amongus

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CHAINSAW

gonna start signing all my messages and posts with this (っ’-‘)╮ =͟͟͞͞🍋ﾌﾞｫﾝ but with a situationally relevant emoji

for example. i like frogs (っ’-‘)╮ =͟͟͞͞🐸ﾌﾞｫﾝ

Can you make him throw this 🍍

as you wish

(っ’-‘)╮ =͟͟͞͞🍍ﾌﾞｫﾝ

Great! Now can you catch something for me?

yeah ok

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Here you go!

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(っ💖)っ  ah.

mutuals you’d turn into beasts with

There are little romance subplots all around me irl and I don't have the time to turn any of them into novels

Today I went to my favorite Italian restaurant and was seated at the table nearest the kitchen. We noticed a change to the menu. The list of pastas had been replaced by just "pasta of the day." We asked what the pasta of the day was. The waiter told us it was a mystery. So we ordered it, and when it came it was pasta with eggs and bacon, and I was so surprised and delighted by this unexpected whimsy that I started to clap. And then I noticed the chef watching me from the doorway and smiling. He had clearly come out wanting to see what people's reactions would be.

I'm not saying I love the chef or that the chef loves me. I am saying that is a seed with which to grow a romance that I don't have time to write.

Romance seedling of the day:

Tonight I went to a party and a woman asked me my name.

"Anna," I said.

"This confirms my theory," she said loudly, to the entire room. People stopped to listen. "ALL Anna's are drop dead gorgeous!"

I felt v flattered. I asked for her name.

She flashed me a grin. "Anna."

Irl, do I love her and does she love me? No. But this is the seed of another romance book I don't have the time to write.

I was miserable. At a parade! All of my friends were drunk and misbehaving and smelled of rancid tequila. I felt alone and about a million years old. The sun was glaring daggers into my eyeballs.

And then! At this parade! A very large beautiful man I didn't know! Saw me squinting! Said, "I'm can block the sun for you" and stepped in front of me. My sun-blindness cleared into a vision of his gentle smile.

He was a mathematics professor! Very sober, soft-spoken, kind. Did not insult my drunk friends but also stood carefully apart from them. The perfect balance.

Do I love him? No. But he's a romantic hero in a book somewhere in the multiverse.

#these are very good example of what just looking and watching can add to your writing#i do this - not always for romance purposes but i just PAY ATTENTION to the people around me#because ordinary people are interesting and everyone has their own story#and they can inspire you in ways you'd never come up with yourself

Yes! This was a post about getting into the writing mindset.

I wasn't trying to share special memories or make a statement about the goodness of humanity (totally fine if that's what you got from this!). But this is a tool any writer could add to their toolbox: finding tidbits from life not merely through neutral observation but by observing the world through the lens of your own writing philosophy.

I write romance books. The romance genre at its best gives every kind of person the opportunity to be the hero of their own story. For me, observing the world through my writing philosophy means acknowledging the heroism intrinsic in us all. Thinking: What if this person were the romantic hero? Why would someone fall in love with them? For folks writing different kinds of stories, the approach may differ, but it'll still be creatively generative.

I feel cheated. no one on Reddit told me that tumblr is a serotonin factory. Keep liking and reblogging my posts please thanks

Just don’t fly too close to the sun.

Throw me to the sun and I’ll get it pregnant

Fellas (gender neutral), you heard him. Ready the catapults.

time for my favorite olympic tradition: mary carillo's on-air breakdown about badminton from 2004

She had no right being this funny

Next Pixar movie is going to be called Colors. It will be about different colors living in color city

*stares deep into your eyes* i know what you are

*crouches to go into stealth*

the cracking of my knees alerts the guards, I am immediately killed

certified soup post

im at a restaurant right now and there's this like 16 year old kid sitting at the table next to me completely alone with like 6 racks of ribs. hes eating like 1 rib every 10 seconds and the poor server who was assigned to him has to keep getting him new ribs. ive been here for an hour just watching this kid inhale ribs like he's gonna die the next day. he probably will given the amount of hot sauce he put on them

i cannot stress enough that this is a stick-thin teenage child sitting alone at a restaurant absolutely going to town on these ribs. this child is eating like hes trying to personally rid the world of ribs. i've been timing him, he orders a full other rack of ribs every 2 minutes. this is fucking insane i dont know what to do

anti-intellectualism actually refers to when I'm scrolling through tumblr tired and I skip all the posts longer than a paragraph

which one of you is hovering your crosshair over me i can f⊹ucking feel it on me

blorbo doesn't cut it that thing is my squeaky toy and i'm a dog with a strong kill instinct. shaking it shaking it shaking it shaking it

blorbo doesn't cut it that thing is my squeaky toy and i'm a dog with a strong kill instinct. shaking it shaking it shaking it shaking it

twitter is like. DNI with me unless you are a perfect clone of me. and tumblr is like. hi. you share exactly one interest with me. would you like to subliminally influence each other's thought patterns through funny text posts until we develop a hive mind? yeah? cool.