Would you be prepared if gravity reversed itself?

He's aware that someone is in his kitchen, and said someone dragged his drunken ass home last night, while also intoxicated. It's either Ice, Hollywood or Wolfman. He assumes from the lack of noise that it can't possibly be all three.

He has to lean against the wall to drag himself through the hallway and into the kitchen; he's unsteady and sweat-soaked. Possibly still drunk. It's the sign of a good night and a terrible day ahead. He'd swear off drinking ever again, but his mother didn't raise a liar. She raised an idiot who, with the help of his pilot, tried to outdrink Hollywood and Wolfman.

He's only aware that he reaches the kitchen when his hip hits the countertop; his eyes have been glued to the floor to ensure he doesn't trip over his own feet. Shockingly, after the countertop hits him, he remains standing. His only win since waking up.

When he finally succeeds in dragging his gaze up to meet his kitchen, he finds Iceman standing over a pan on his burner, rawdogging what he can only assume is a freshly made pancake with his bare hands. With the redness of Ice's fingers, he can only assume it was made a minute ago at best.

Tom's hair, in need of a cut soon, is sticking up at every angle, and his face is chalk white. The only thing he's wearing are grey sweats, slung low on his hips and incredibly familiar. Ron has to assume the other man stole them from his bedroom floor.

"Looking pretty."

Tom will later swear him to secrecy regarding the fact that the man quite literally growls, and through a mouth of pancake demands he,

"Fuck off."

your style fits them so much it’s so perfect 🥹🥹

Ahhhhhhhh thank you, I'm trying to work out a solution for the prints ! I promise <3

In the meantime, have a random Wings AU Mav that's been in my wips forever.

Version without the wings under the cut.

I gave him peregrine falcon wings, since they're the fastest birds ever.

Fly to desk.

1996.

He stayed late at the office, dealing with mountains of paperwork. Hardly anyone would call him Iceman, that belonged to the past. Most people call him Commander Kazansky, his superiors call him Tom.

But, he prefers to be called Ice.

If you needed some good news today, four more Przewalski’s horses were transported from european zoos to Kazakhstan and released into an acclimatization enclosures in the steppe, so that they can eventually be released back into the wild from which their ancestors came from.

This is a long-term rewilding effort coordinated by Prague Zoo, with partners across Europe, Kazakhstan and Mongolia.

Hello Tumblr! 

@jubs here, today, to tell you about a feature we're building: Comments by author!

Comments (or replies) have been around for a while, but they have always been tucked away from your regular feed, and so we're working on a few ways to integrate them into the rest of our experience.

Soon, blogs will have a Comments tab alongside Posts, Likes, and Following. There, you will be able to see posts other people have been commenting on, and, more importantly, find your own comments! This was not possible before, except through notifications if someone engaged with your comment.

We're also working on a way to surface posts commented on by people you follow in your feeds. You will be able to find those in the For You tab, and later, alongside chronological posts in the Following tab.

So, how do you identify those posts in the feeds? 

Replied posts will show a small preview right there in your dashboard, before you click anything. 

@jubs again!

First of all, thank you all for the feedback in the original post!

Today, we're launching the new "Comments" tab for Blog pages, and we'll be testing a For You recommendation based on comments from people you follow. The posts will have a preview of the reply, so you know why you're seeing that post.

You will be able to control the new tab visibility, and whether we should include your comments in your follower's feeds, through a new setting:

The toggle can be found on https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/YOUR_BLOG or in the General Settings > Replies section, on Mobile. If you have already disabled the "Share posts you like" setting, the setting will default to disabled.

The new tab is only available on Web and iOS (44.8+) for now, but the toggle is available to everyone (including on Android), so you can control what other people see on your blogs, even if you don't have the new feature yet. Don't worry, we have plans to implement the tab and posts on Android, soon!

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We want to later include these replied posts to the Following feed as well, and we're planning on adapting the current "Include posts liked by the blogs you follow" toggle to also consider comments, in case you don't want to see shared comments from people you follow.

Pete Mitchell and a baby gosling were never a part of the plan.

Bradley isn't particularly careful about burrowing under his arms, he has boney knees and Tom gets an elbow to his ribs for being the closest available adult.

His own fault for not questioning the suspicious glee in Mav's voice when the man had asked him to come over, now he's wrangling a little boy who's energy is ceaseless while Carole spends a day out with friends.

For the record, the water guns were not his idea.

"Help?"

Tom just watched Bradley catch Pete in the face with a stream of water then shriek and giggle like a mad man, before Pete pointed his own water gun his way. He is absolutely not going to help, he has to stakes in this game.

"Nope, not helping."

He wraps his arms around Bradley for the boy's comfort, and to avoid a poorly thrown knee to the crotch. If it shields him from Maverick's water gun then that's purely coincidental.

Bradley's face is flushed, he's sweaty and he has grass stains across his knees. The little boy looks thrilled at their temporary, fortuitous alliance.

Pete approaches like Arnie in Terminator, gun raised and unfaltering. Tom realises his mistake in harbouring a tiny fugitive, he's about to be caught in the blast zone and nothing will save him.

"I expect first pick at the juice boxes, baby goose."

Pete aims for his face deliberately because he's an asshole, Tom only briefly think about killing him. He'd complain more if Pete's t-shirt wasn't soaked through and clinging to his skin.

"Apple?"

His hair is dripping when he peers down at Bradley, the kid has his water gun tucked under one arm and his other hand is curled in Tom's shirt.

He shakes his hair like a dog just to hear Bradley screech as the water hits him, and he only feels a little bit bad about it.

"Yeah, kid. I'll take the apple."