whip it's

toonirl  asked:

Came for the Toontown content, stayed for the cool bean Artist & her Space Babies

Honestly even withouT the toontown specific content I can’t help wanting to be a lil toony once in a while


I moved Phasma into the original container I had planned on using, just a cheap plastic container from Walmart that I modded air holes in the sides and lid with my trusty soldering iron and sterilized thoroughly before using, and now it’s got more/better cork bark (and even a tunnel one to hide in) along with eco earth/organic soil as substrate with some springtails to keep everything clean. If you look closely you can see it/its “whips” in a few of the photos!

Phasma, 2 month old unsexed Florida Tailless Whip Scorpion, Phrynus marginemaculatus

Taehyung: *breathes in and about to say something*

Hwarang: *complete silence and stares fondly*

Taehyung: *breathes out*

Hwarang: that was so good so funny you are such an adorable dongsaeng we lov

She’s Beauty and she’s Grace, she’s Alolan Dugtrio (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) 


princess rover + development

I have grown too soft for these
harsh winter mornings.
I have become too tender
for its whipping winds.

Let me be, for now.

I do not want to wake up.

—  “My bed is warm, and the cold is not
helping the ache in my head”

You know whats one thing that is absolutely fucking horrible about mp100? The fact that its given me such fucking high standards for other animated shows.

Like, i cant even sit down and watch some other cartoon/anime without picking apart every little aspect of the animation quality. I cant help but feel disappointed when i realize that no, this show isnt going to have amazing multi media that doesnt feel out of place or forced. No, this show isnt going to have great camera angles that capture every aspect of the scene perfectly. No, this isnt going to be animated so fluidly and near faultlessly.

Seriously, am i just watching all the shows with bad animation? Or is mp100 as out of the ball park as i feel that it is? Because from now on i know for a fact that, no matter what im watching, i’ll ask myself ‘is this animation as beautiful as mob psycho 100?’

The day i can, in all complete honesty, answer that question with 'yes’, will be the day that my soul ascends to the heavenly plains.

it’s funny to me every time got7 gets jealous and tells us not to look at, be fans of, or generally breathe in another boy group’s direction… as if i don’t already have tattooed on my ass, “this belongs to got7″ 🌚

how the hell could you want anything more

or, even’s birthday, as told through a fuzzed, 8 am snippet.

  • even bech naesheim was not a fanciful boy; well, man, formalities included. 
  • holidays bored him more than they should
  • it wasn’t necessarily his fault, though
  • years accustomed to wine drunken, mouth curdled would you rather’s and sonja’s seemingly unlimited supply of recorded hell’s kitchen re-runs, the boy had something akin to a routine
  • and so, much to his disgruntled chagrin, it was an oddity to be awake with isak at 8 am on a sunday, cooking breakfast simultaneously 
  • see, it wasn’t exactly unheard of for isak to cook
  • he just rather despised it, and thus left it up to even 
  • nonetheless, he got to work whipping the eggs and setting aside the dough for cinnamon rolls; courtesy of his lover’s endearing whining 
  • isak looked so cute like this, all sleep-fussed, a boy constructed altar of babysoft february
  • electric thrummed through even’s veins, made a home in the hollow of his ribcage spelling love, love, love
  • isak mouthed along to tlc’s no scrub as it played, and even found himself reminded of sonja’s spice girls seemingly endless spice girls cd’s
  • it was enough to put a smile, hesitant and soft on his face, because, whilst he would never love his ex-girlfriend romantically, he would always cherish her endless companionship 
  • ‘’c’mere,’’ even mouthed, sweet like saccharine, beckoning his boyfriend in for a kiss 
  • and oh, even would never get tired of isak’s mouth, soft and wet and so impeccably him; enough to send the blond possibly reeling, hues fluttering shut as he savored that taste, like lavender and chamomile
  • the bacon sizzled quite angrily within its confinements, and isak let out a squeak that sent his elder’s heart pounding, ribcage like a mantra
  • as they dished up, they talked; talked about everything and nothing and how they slept and even wanted to do today
  • ‘’just wanna stay in with you. can we do that?’’
  • isak, bless his heart, giggled a breathy sort of giggle, smiling soft and sweet like scorched winter and yes, if they did end up missing any sort of activity the shorter had planned regardless, it was no thanks to even’s desire to kiss that pouty mouth bruised
  • all even wanted wanted for his birthday was his boy, to which he was starting to realize, and the fire in his lungs so tender had everything and nothing to do with it
  • ‘’we can.’’ 

help me.