Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 1 Part 18
Deacon Hollow (Cinderella Boy)
Viktor (Arcane)
Roathe (Warframe)
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art blog(derogatory)
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Stranger Things
cherry valley forever


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shark vs the universe
KIROKAZE
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Not today Justin
trying on a metaphor
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Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 1 Part 18
Deacon Hollow (Cinderella Boy)
Viktor (Arcane)
Roathe (Warframe)

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
Might I add:
The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed
The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child
The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship
The adventures of a space roomba
Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)
I don’t know a snappy description but the my nemesis cynthia story certainly lives in my head
hilariously, these are almost all in my fic tag. so, a compiled list from the notes (and some extras):
The God of Arepo (graphic novel 1 / 2 / 3) (ebook)
The Monster of Sentan
The Witch’s Cat
Raise Both Children
Stabby the Roomba (honorable mention)
Cinderella Marries the Prince (comic)
My Arch Nemesis Cynthia
Pirates and Mermaid
Eindred and the Witch
The Demon King
The Cornerwitch
Grandmother Beetroot
Apocalypse Daycare Worker
Grandmother Accidentally Summons a Demon
New Year Saga
A Story About Changelings
Ranger in the King’s Forest
The Difference Between a Hare and a Rabbit
Goblin Men (Canines)
I am in love with you /p
Adding Faceblind Prince Charming and Cinderella
21. The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship
22. The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed
adding the Doctors Without Borders one
I LOVE tumblr storytime, so here’s a bunch more your weekend reading. Enjoy!
24. The Queen with Three Cursed Children
25. Tiny Dragon with one coin hoard
26. Haunted house
27. Shark hero was about to go rogue
28. Grandma lives in the woods comic
29. A Different Aftermath comic
30. Battery (microstory but I love it so much)
31. It’s A Date comic
32. Supervillian kidnaps rival’s kid and they want to stay
33. Narrative Town
34. I have been hired to clean the wizard tower comic
35. Robot Apocalypse
36. The Statues That Do Not Weather
37. Kushiel
38. Tooth Fairy
39. Alien abduction
40. Felonious wish-granting
41. When humans met actual space orcs
42. Space cousins
WAIT REBLOG THIS VERSION INSTEAD
Also Synovus and Menace if someone can find the link to it
okay but pimento being a guest judge on a tv baking show that’s actually a front for an elaborate murder plot is 1000% a plotline that belongs on b99
nbc, make it so
the one problem i have with people my age and younger is that a lot of us do not have hands on hobbies. like i have spoken to so many people my age who go to work, go to school and then fuck around on their phone/computer for hours and then ???????? like no wonder ur depressed and have low confidence in urself. u need to get ur hands on something, feed those dopamine receptors! learn how to play guitar, garden, scrapbook, fucking make model trains. i don’t give a shit, MAKE SOMETHING!!
it feels better than drugs when i finish making a thing—and then show it off or gift it.
and then so people my age say to me ‘well—i can’t draw/paint/knit/etc. like you can. my stuff would be terrible.’ yeah, well duh—a part of developing skill is sucking at something and then practicing it over and over and over again until you suck less. u’ll have a hard time feeling lonely or bored when you can’t stop thinking abt a technique you want to try or something you want to make for someone else. making things has SAVED MY LIFE. it gave me a reason to keep living day after day when i wanted to die.
making things have improved my generational relationships (when i worked for the newspaper i would talk to customers abt jamming recipes or cross-stitch, one of my grandmas always gives me pattern books and tell me abt when she knitted things for mom, my other grandma is giving me a wedding quilt that HER grandma gave her 50 years ago because she knows i will appreciate it). it also got me likeminded friends who also make things.
take a ceramics class! pick up water colors, bake cakes! learn to work on cars! make soap. DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE STARING AT A SCREEN.
Hobbies cost money, Helen.
Do you eat? Then you can have a hobby.
Can you see green outside? Can you get some dirt? Then you can have a hobby.
Do you have a pen and paper? Hobby.
Something with a keyboard? Hobby.
The ability to walk? Hobby.
Get creative and don't be a pessimist is step one Barabra.
concept: after a few meetings, miles’ dad finally realizes that spiderman is like. a kid. and not even like a college kid, an actual, legitimate, “thinks dropping his voice actually disguises it” child. after his freak out (he went up against king pin but he’s so small?? rio he said he loved me he’s a baby-) he becomes very determined To Stop Spiderman (From Hurting Himself), but since the kid’s so slippery he mostly just… dads at him from the sidelines, yells encouragements and backs him up in fights and asks him if he’s okay afterwards between lectures on vigilantism and also do your parents know where you are young man? and at some point the double parenting starts to confuse miles and he accidentally calls him dad to his face while in the spiderman suit without even noticing. but jefferson notices and is like. Ah. My Child Now. at which point Operation: Stop Spiderman turns into Operation: Adopt Spiderman. so he’s currently trying to figure out how to ask miles if he’d be okay with having a brother and miles is currently trying to figure out how to tell his own father that he can’t actually adopt him

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went to see into the spider-verse tonight and when gwen had to shave the side of her head someone in the audience said very loudly, “she’s a lesbian!” and honestly? yeah
Unsupervised 3D reconstruction of small rocks from a single 2D image
… “Unsupervised”???
mods are asleep…post your
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can i ask for a cute dani x aubrey candlelights/christmas fic ? i love your writings by the way :’0
[travis said aubrey celebrates yule. i said i celebrate yule. gay rights.]
Aubrey was getting groceries for the lodge. That was what she was doing. Barclay had given her a shopping list and she was going to stick to it. She was almost done with the list now, and she hadn’t added anything to her shopping basket that she didn’t need.
That’s when Aubrey saw the sweater.
It was a grey knit sweater that was long in the front and back with chunky teal buttons. It was hanging on a hanger by the counter. Aubrey knew it would look perfect on Dani. She had to get it. Looking between the shopping list and the basket, she figured she could slip it in. Aubrey took the sweater and went up to the counter.
Twenty minutes later, Aubrey was back at Amnesty Lodge. Most of the residents were in the lobby, but Dani wasn’t there. Aubrey figured she was out getting more ramps. Going into the kitchen, she dropped the bags on the counter. Barclay looked up.
“Hey Aubrey, you get everything?” Barclay asked.
“Yes. I promise I got all the things on the list you gave me” Aubrey said.
“And?” Barclay prompted.
“I got something for Dani. But I paid for it myself and today is the solstice so it was super last minute thinking,” Aubrey admitted.
“Aubrey, that’s fine. As long as you actually got sugar this time, we’re good,” Barclay said. He looked in the brown paper bag. “Looks like you did. Good job.”
“Yeah,” Aubrey laughed nervously. She would not tell Barclay about how she had missed the aisle for it three times. Taking the sweater out and walking away, she said, “See you later.”
As Aubrey walked to her room, she saw a green post-it note on her door. It was in Dani’s telltale chicken scratch.
“Hey Aubrey, meet me on the balcony for dinner at six? XOXO -Dani”
Okay. Was this a date? Or was it just Yule celebration? Did Dani even celebrate a holiday in December? Aubrey took the note off the door and went inside. She started digging through her travel bag (that she still hadn’t unpacked fully, even after months of living at the lodge) for something to wear. The balcony was outside, so it would be cold. Aubrey could probably wear her vest. But what should she wear under it? She decided on a green button-up shirt that would complement her hair and some black jeans.
The rest of Aubrey’s day was spent rifling through storage closets looking for anything resembling wrapping paper. She only found regular paper and bags, until she stumbled upon a thin cardboard box that was the perfect size. Stealing a red sharpie from Mama’s office, Aubrey wrote “To: Dani From: Aubrey” and then drew a heart. She put the sweater in the box and taped it shut.
There was still about a half hour left. Aubrey sat with Dr. Harris Bonkers, trying to read Twitter. The wifi in the lodge wasn’t the best, so there was a lot of staring at blank screens. Finally, with ten minutes left, Aubrey couldn’t take it anymore. She got up, set Dr. Harris Bonkers down in his pen, grabbed Dani’s present, and went into the hallway.
Aubrey started to get nervous as she walked down the hallway. She reached the door and hesitantly pushed it open. On the balcony, as promised, was Dani. She was trying to light some candles on the table. The matches kept being blown out by the breeze. Dani looked over at Aubrey.
“Oh, hey! You’re, uh, early,” Dani said.
“Yeah, sorry,” Aubrey said, scratching the back of her neck. “Do you want help with those?”
“Sure. You’re better at it than I am.” Dani tucked the matchbox into her coat and smiled.
Aubrey stepped forward and snapped her fingers dramatically, igniting the candles in a steady burn. “The Lady Flame is here to help.”
Dani laughed and leaned on Aubrey’s shoulder. Aubrey leaned into her too. Dani noticed the box in Aubrey’s hands.
“What’s that?” Dani asked.
“It’s for you,” Aubrey said, handing the box over.
“Oh, you didn’t have to get me anything!” Dani said. She took the box anyway. “Should I open it now or wait?”
“It’s up to you,” Aubrey said.
“Let’s sit down first,” Dani said. She gestured to the table. “After you.”
“No, after you, I insist,” Aubrey smiled. She pulled a chair out for Dani. Dani sat down gracefully. Aubrey sat down in the chair across from her.
“Upstaged at my own dinner,” Dani sighed, shaking her head.
“You can open it now,” Aubrey said. She was a little bit impatient, and she was really hoping Dani would like it.
“Okay. Actually, I got you something too, but I didn’t wrap it,” Dani said.
“Really?” Aubrey replied.
Dani nodded and reached into an inside pocket of her green jacket. She pulled out two things: a small blue bowtie, and an embroidered patch. She handed them both to Aubrey. Upon closer inspection, the patch was in the shape of Amnesty Lodge with some trees around it. Shiny silver and red threads were woven throughout the picture to give it dimension.
“I know you liked the Pine Guard patch, but you can’t really wear that around, so I made you this one,” Dani said.
“It’s perfect!” Aubrey said. She took one of the safety pins off the Pine Guard patch and used it to affix the new patch to her left chest pocket.
While she was doing this, Dani said, “And the bowtie is for Dr. Harris Bonkers. I thought the blue would complement his hat and your hair.”
“Thank you, I’m sure he’ll appreciate it,” Aubrey said. She gestured to the box in Dani’s hands. “Open it!”
Dani laughed as she ripped the tape on the box. Aubrey held her breath as Dani opened it, painstakingly slow. Finally, she pulled out the sweater.
“It’s so soft,” Dani said.
Aubrey grinned. “It’s a little bit completely my fault your other sweater has a hole in it, so, y’know. And I saw this and thought of you. It’s not as good as a handmade patch, but…”
“No, I love it!” Dani said. She took off her coat and pulled on the sweater. Aubrey could see her shiver slightly.
“Dani, it’s still cold, you don’t have to wear it right now,” Aubrey said.
“Well, maybe you should warm me up?” Dani suggested. Dani scooted her chair so she was next to Aubrey. Aubrey felt her face heat up.
Tentatively, Aubrey stretched her arm around Dani’s shoulders. Dani leaned into Aubrey’s arm. She was cold, so much that Aubrey could feel it through her sleeve. Aubrey made the candles burn a little bit hotter. Dani tucked herself under Aubrey’s arm. Suddenly, Aubrey remembered her question.
“Is this a date?” Aubrey asked, unable to stop the words from coming out. Dani looked up at her.
“I planned it to be a date,” Dani said.
“Have we been on dates before?” Aubrey frowned, suddenly hit with several realizations at once.
“Are you saying you didn’t know we were dating?” Dani asked, stifling a laugh in Aubrey’s side.
“I just–shit! We’ve been dating for a while,” Aubrey said.
“I was wondering when you were gonna kiss me,” Dani said.
“Well, I know I’m super late, but does right now work?” Aubrey asked.
“Yes, Aubrey,” Dani smiled. She sat up and kissed Aubrey.
It was a little bit awkward in their separate chairs, but Aubrey was too happy and embarrassed to notice. Dani kept laughing against Aubrey’s lips, and it was such a perfect sound. When Dani pulled away, she looked Aubrey in the eyes.
“This is the best Yule gift you could have gotten me,” Dani smiled, almost laughing again. “I can’t believe you didn’t know.”
“Well, I thought maybe we were just really good friends,” Aubrey said. Dani started laughing again, and Aubrey kissed her again.
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[id start: six lineless drawings for characters from taz: amnesty. first is duck newton, depicted as a middle-aged man in a park ranger’s uniform with light brown skin, curly hair, and stubble. next is aubrey little, depicted with tan skin, a brown and red undercut, a fire tattoo sleeve and dressed in punk-themed clothes. next is ned chicane, depicted as an older man with gold earrings, rings, and teeth. he has dark brown skin with grey hair and is wearing a suit. next is indrid cold, depicted as a skinny pale man with white hair and red glasses. he is holding a mug that says “nog.” next is dani, depicted as a light-skinned and blonde woman, she is drawing in a notepad. last is barclay, a medium brown skinned man with a messy dark bun. he is caring a drink tray. end id]
i finally buckled down and drew something, jfc i havent done a piece in over two weeks. so here is some characters from taz:amnesty. i wnated to also include mama and jake, but i just deicide to draw the monster hunters and their cryptid partners ;)
i also changed my duck and aubrey design haha

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Tumblr fam, can I get this off my chest?
Kitty here! Umm, I know this is a bit unorthodox, but… Y’all Tumblr bebes are super sweet about this sort of thing, so I’m posting something here and here only.
I just got a cat.
When New Cat is named and fully acclimated, she will def join the dogs, guinea pigs, and chickens as a Tumblr/Instagram regular.
But I have…mixed feelings.
My last cat died six months ago. We didn’t get another cat to replace her–c'est impossible, she was irreplaceable. Rather, we did it because we know two things:
1. A house that’s had a cat in it will always feel empty without a cat in it.
2. We have money and space and time and patience and love, and shelters are full of cats who don’t got none of those things.
Still, I’ve been thinking about my last cat Clementine a lot. And I think it would be healing to me to share a few photos of her.
This was Clementine. We adopted her when she was 14 years old. That’s old. If she were human, she would’ve been in her early seventies. Her previous owner had moved into a nursing home. She was lucky to land in one of the few no-kill shelters with enough resources to accept a cat of her age. Many don’t.
Clementine was terribly stressed out being in the shelter after so many years in one person’s home. Her fur started to fall out, and she refused to eat. She hid all the time and hissed if approached. No one applied for her.
We saw a lot of great cats at the shelter. For some reason, she was the one my partner and I both couldn’t stop thinking about. We talked about it, and decided we had the patience, emotional maturity, and financial stability needed to address the realities of adopting a shy geriatric cat. So we took her home, and released her under the bed.
“We might never see this cat,” I told my partner. “We might just know she’s here by periodic dips in the level of the food bowl.”
“I’d be okay with that,” he said.
“I would too.”
We didn’t see her for 36 hours.
Then, I heard a little sound while I was sitting in bed–not a meow, but a chirp. I looked down, and she sitting there, looking up at me. She chirped again. I patted the blanket. She sprang up beside me and started purring. Surprised, I took this blurry, crappy photo.
Within a week, she was climbing into our laps and kneading us with rapturous abandon. Sometimes she would start to drool out of pure joy.
Now, one complication was our dog. Clementine had never met a dog before, and I’d intended to introduce them very slowly and carefully. When she caught her first glimpse of our dog Brother, I was focused wholly on him, making sure he didn’t lunge or startle her. She darted past me, and ran to rub her face against him.
She was sleeping on top him by the end of the week.
To our complete surprise, Clementine was not scared of dogs.
Clementine loved dogs.
All dogs. Any dogs.
We foster dogs, and every new one that came home got the same treatment. She ran to them like an old lover, chirping her barely-audible chirps, paws warming up to give them a deep tissue massage the moment they sat down.
She put in an application to adopt Sunny, a red heeler mix who was our our 13th or 14th foster. We accepted her application and made him our second dog.
In the course of her four-year career, she cat-trained over a dozen dogs, making each of them infinitely more adoptable. Many went on to permanent homes with cats.
I was always hovering around her and the dogs, incredibly nervous that one might injure her. She’d been declawed by her first owner; she was defenseless.
But she knew exactly how to handle each one. She sat calmly and accepted sloppy licks from overly-affectionate dogs. She hid from excitable, high-energy dogs until after their playtime. We had one that was so afraid of cats that she was borderline aggressive towards them, but Clementine was absolutely determined. That dog was sleeping peacefully next to her after a month of relentless displays of patient friendliness.
Clem was the Nurse Joy of the house. She always knew if someone was hurting, emotionally or physically.
In this photo, our older dog Brother was suddenly deathly sick. Underneath the blanket he’s swaddled in more blankets and many layers of towels, because he was uncontrollably oozing blood. When we brought him home from the emergency vet, Clementine immediately crouched on top of his head, purring and kneading so intensely that it felt like she was in some kind of trance. He recovered fully.
When a (human) friend of ours was recovering from a horrible trauma, Clementine parked herself on her chest and refused to budge.
“But… But… I don’t like cats…” our friend said, a last feeble protest before submitting to Clementine’s healing ministrations.
We had four glorious years with Clementine. She made it to 18–a great age for a cat. She died peacefully, without pain, and is buried on our property, underneath a her favorite catnip plant.
I don’t know what her life was like before we met, but I know she was happy in those four years. She showed it to us every single day.
I’m so glad we took a chance on a shy senior. There were a lot of risks and a lot of unknowns. We were so focused on accepting those that we weren’t prepared for what we got: the best outcome of all possible outcomes.
That’s all I wanted to say, really! Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.
New Cat is 14, the same age Clementine was when we adopted her. She’s in the early stages of renal disease, but we’re hoping she has a few good years left. I’m excited to get to know New Cat. I’m looking forward to posting pictures of her as she finds her place in our house.
I wrote an article soon after she died about why I think senior pets are totally worth it. You can read it here:
http://www.bitchesgetriches.com/twelve-reasons-senior-pets-are-an-awesome-investment/
I’m so amazingly touched by all of the responses. I knew I could count on Tumblr bebes to appreciate Clem’s story! Thank you so much. My heart feels healed knowing she might convince others to give senior rescues a chance.
Also I’m happy to introduce New Cat.
This is Clover.
Like a clover: she is very smol and easily overlooked, but it’s good luck that we found her.
May Good Cat Clementine watch over us all.
Hey look at the title for my school’s tube ensemble, where there are 9 tubas.
“Music Played On Wildly Inappropriate Instuments” is my favorite genre of music.
I want to hear this.
Actual Depiction of the DC Cinematic Universe RN
top knots!!!!
and heres the other one kids
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Texts From Superheroes: Best of Spider Characters
#bob ross vibes