the funniest thing about the tumblr FYP algorithm is how unsophisticated it is. i'm so used to the tiktik algorithm that is so fine-tuned and subtle it can be a little spooky sometimes that i'm somehow delighted by the tumblr algorithm in that it feels like an overenthusiastic dog that's half trained and doesn't quite understand what you're asking of it.
yesterday I went into my FYP and reblogged one (1) Astarion image so my fyp has been 99% Astarion for 24 hours but ten minutes ago I added Witcher fanart to my queue and now it's like (wags tail) oh??? Witcher fanart??? let me show you all my witcher fanart : ) !!! I have so much of it!!! let me put everything else in a hole. don't need that anymore. witcher fanart!!!!! : ) : ) : ) <3 <3
We’re all used to the eccentricities of each character, and the techniques the boys use to stay calm and focused during their games, but from an outside perspective Nishiura high school baseball team is absolutely fucking bizarre.
*Nishiura calls time*
Opponent team: oh they must be making a game plan, alright
*Abe goes out to stand in the middle of the field and hold hands with Mihashi while staring intently into his eyes*
Opponent team: what the fuck is going on???
*Abe calls Mihashi his pitcher, promises to take care of him for the next 3 years, swears that they’ll win for his sake, Mihashi is crying incoherently*
Opponent team: they know we’re in the middle of a game, right? do we need to get them a room or something….?
Opponent team: how are these freshmen staying so calm in such a serious game??? what’s their trick???
*Looks across to Nishiura’s dugout where Mizutani is screaming while Izumi and Mihashi tickle him*
Opponent team: ?????? do we need to call somebody?? is he okay?
*Tajima makes an impossible shot and gets several runs*
Opponent team: how cool is that prodigy?? he must be a genius
Tajima, immediately after finishing the game, shirt off, dick out: rice is a type of protein right??
Hanai: jesus christ how have you survived for this long
tl;dr:
Big hot shot team pre-game: This game will be pathetically easy – they’re just a bunch of freshies!! Practically toddlers!
*Nishiura during the game* Reads the pitchers’ movements, memorises each batters preferences, goes full-on klepto with bases. Wins.
Hot shot team: What in tarnation….
*Nishiura after the game* has players falling asleep on public bunches like a bunch of hobos, some of them half-naked, Abe yelling incoherently over the mess
Hot shot team: ….we lost to this?
✨1st of April is fandom’s unofficial Gen’s birthday! Happy Gen’s Day!✨
Story behind Senku’s gift: Gen’s previous gift enable Senku to see stars on nightsky, but with his gift Gen can see ‘stars’ everytime ✨
drew this one on a magma yesterday wahoo yay
This is gonna be such a great showdown 🎰
Fav ship in Dr STONE + Ghibli crossover!
Ryusui’s Moving Castle and Gen’s Delivery Service ✨
A comic of this post and this post
shl/tyk sketches from twitter. guess who my favourite character is lol
flap flap
this is like, over a year old and the second remake of this comic i made, i really don’t want to spend more time on a shitpost at this point + last stray panel is a bonus from the first version that i couldn’t fit in the remake but i still love a lot
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.