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BKDK’S ITA SHOE GIVEAWAY DEADLINE 9/30/21 BY 11:59 PM EST

Trying to promote my brand and also I’ve been wanting to do another give away since my last one in April, I decided to combine the two!

1 REBLOG = 1 ENTRY ONE ENTRY PER PERSON, NO GIVEAWAY BLOGS

PRIZES

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FAQ

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Who can reblog this?

Any follower of tumblr user bkdk. New or old.

How will winners be pulled?

I add all the notes to a spreadsheet and then cull down to reblogs only. Numbers are assigned to each person and then randomly pulled from a number picker.

How can I claim my prize if I’m in any # place?

First place winner will be contacted and given 24 hours to reply and the option between communicating between tumblr, email or discord.

First place winner must supply me with shoe size, preferred platform height, preferred color palette and if it will be Bakugou, Midoriya or Bakudeku themed as well as shipping information. Please have permission to be shipped items if you are a minor.

Second-Fourth place winners will be contacted with a personalized coupon code which can be added to the “Additional Information” section if submitting for a quote to my website.

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yes. fuck yes. I love this, this is cool af, hell yes

whew underglaze fine liners are not for those with shaky hands (me). hopefully this fires okay

This is possibly my favorite thing I've read in a while.

The "encouraged myself to talk like the concept of the name Brad" makes so much sense for some reason, and just makes me laugh

And the "What did I do to earn she?" hits so close to home

Water - a wolfstar microfic

Modern Coffee Shop AU ~ cw: mentions of suicide as a joke, mild transphobia, misgendering, dysphoria ~ word count: 1,499 ~ @wolfstarmicrofic

“I swear to god I’m going to kill myself if another customer starts giving me their order when all I’ve asked is ‘How are you.’” I made the joke even though I knew he’d hate it. Remus Lupin takes thoughts of my death very seriously, doesn’t even laugh when I say, ‘But my death will be Sirius!’

But I mean, no pun intended, I was Sirius about the comment.

Because, look, sometimes working in customer service feels like choosing between lying on asphalt naked on a boiling summer day and just sort of…walking into traffic just to make your headache go away. 

That didn’t make sense, I know that, but I’ve worked two double shifts in as many days and I’m icing both of my feet and I wasn’t trying to upset my best friend by talking about my death by my own hand, but a woman who was almost certainly named Lauren had just completely ignored my frantic Be with you in a moment! as I nearly poured oat milk all over myself for the fourth time today to start telling me about the lavender latte she wanted ‘grande size’ when I don’t work at a Starbucks. 

“It’s still not funny,” he’d said, too busy slowly pouring steamed milk into a mug to look me in the eye, but I knew exactly the expression he’d have used if he could. 

“Fine, I’m going to scream, Shut the fuck up and wait one goddamn second or get the fuck out of the store! if another customer starts giving me their order when all I’ve asked is ‘How are you.’ Better?” I was whispering fast and sharp in his ear, ignoring the next Lauren in line who was trying to catch my eye. 

He did look up at this, lifting a brow at me, his stupid mouth smirking just enough that only I’d notice. “Slightly.”

As my manager, maybe he should have preferred I opt for suicide, but Remus Lupin isn’t a capitalist pig like that.

The line was to the door, which meant muttering benign threats of bodily harm (to myself or the customers) was only going to delay my inevitable suffering. I moved on to the next Lauren, and the next, and then the Laurens and their Boyfriends, who were usually named John, and then the Laurens and their moms, who usually looked perturbed to be in a coffee shop run by weirdo queers and eyed the mustache coming in on my face and my round cheeks, noted my voice that had the rasp of a 14-year-old boy and the cadence of someone raised to be a woman pandering to societal standards (no matter how hard I tried to drop the sound of a question mark at the end of my sentence, or encouraged myself to talk like the concept of the name Brad), and evidently deduced that I was something rather than someone so once again answered, “How are you?” with a flat-toned, “Medium latte with nonfat milk,” without meeting my (queer) eye. 

I opened my mouth, taking in a very large breath in preparation for my verbal assault, when I felt a body swerving in beside me. “How are you?” Remus asked her again, and Lauren’s Mom blinked at being asked another question. 

“I’m fine, thank you,” her words were clippy, but at least he’d gotten an answer to the world’s most useless question. “Medium latte with nonfat milk, please.”

He’d even gotten a please. 

I went to the bathroom.

When I returned, Remus asked casually, “Switch spots?” and didn’t mention that I’d just left him alone with an endless line on a Saturday morning when we didn't have a mid-shift so that I could sulk in the bathroom for five minutes, because again, he isn’t a capitalist pig. And also, he is kind of a saint. 

So I made oat milk cappuccinos for people that asked us to put vanilla in them–in a cappuccino–for the next two hours until my brain slid out my ears, down my arms and into the espresso drain.

And then—

“Excuse me,” someone said in a tone that sounded very much like they did not care if anyone ever excused them, “I think she made my drink wrong. I was supposed to have a large oat milk latte. This is medium, and I’m pretty sure it’s whole milk.”

She made my drink wrong, she made my drink wrong, she made my drink wrong, my shoulders were so stiff they must have touched my ears. I looked down at my black tank top and my cut off shorts and my black doc martens and wondered if I should have washed my binders last night after all because maybe it wasn’t constricting my chest enough? I hadn’t even spoken, what did I do wrong? What did I do to earn she?

Remus leaned over the register, taking the cup from the customer. “He did not make your drink wrong. I called this drink out, a medium latte for Cathy. Your drink is a large oat milk latte for…” He checked the tickets waiting on the counter. “Helen?” The customer nodded, wide-eyed. “Yeah, your drink is still third in line.”

“Oh…” Helen sputtered, actively not looking at me. “I apologize, I didn’t realize.”

“Alright, well, we need to serve the next customer, so if you could just stand…” Remus gestured toward the other side of the bar, and Helen nodded, stepping back.

Even though the next person stepped forward, Remus turned to me. He didn’t ask with words, just his soft eyebrows. 

I shrugged. “One more hour, right?”

At least, in the last hour, the lobby area was so full that many people opened the door and walked right back out. My feet ached so much I had to bounce between them for a moment of relief, my back pain was flaring up from my binder, and the clattering sounds from multiple groups’ loud chatter mixed with the music playing over the speakers created the most grating noise I’ve possibly ever heard.

When Marlene and Dorcas got there to take over for us, I almost kissed them on their beautiful lesbian mouths. 

“That bad, huh?” Marls asked as she clocked in. 

“What?” I questioned.

“You didn’t make a quippy joke when I came in, didn’t make up a song about how hard the day was, didn’t compliment my new shoes. You’re truly dead inside, so it must’ve been a rough shift.”

“Could’ve been dead on the outside, but Remus wouldn’t allow it.”

“I’ll be thanking him for that, then.”

“You ready?” He came up from behind me, touching my elbow just slightly. Somehow, even after a grueling morning with no mid-shift on an overly warm Saturday when we could have been lying out on the grass somewhere getting actual vitamin D, Remus was smiling, and his eyes meant it.

Like I said. Saint.

When we got into his car, he started it and cranked the air, but didn’t move to leave the lot. Leaning back in his seat, his shoulders facing forward, he rolled his head to look at me. “Wanna talk about it?”

I didn’t. But I did. Mostly I wanted to be around him as long as possible.

“There’s not much to say, right? Whatever. I don’t pass, it is what it is.”

He didn’t say anything.

“It’s just so fucking annoying that you pass so well,” I said, not thinking about it, and only heard how it sounded a few moments after. I winced. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, just, like, that woman you took over for me with, she even said please to you, when she couldn’t be bothered with me at all. Like, she fully thought you were a cis guy! I just don’t understand what I have to do!” 

I hadn’t meant to get that worked up, but I’ll admit it now, I was nearly crying, the words clogging up my throat, each and every side glance and double take at the sound of my voice clawing its way out of the recesses of my disassociated mind. 

He reached a hand over the center console, hovering it over the hand I had resting on my water bottle, our silent way to ask, Can I touch you? I lifted my hand up to meet his in response.

“I’m sorry, Sirius. This part of transitioning just…sucks.” His fingers were warm resting directly over mine, and I think I stopped noticing the pain in my back, my feet, my mind as much. “It’ll get easier eventually, but–yeah, until then,” he pressed his hand more firmly against mine, “I’m here.”

Anyway, Prongs, I think what I’m trying to say is I might be falling in love with my coworker/boss/best friend, and, um, help?

(Also, god I want to quit my job.)

(Also also, like exactly how bad would it be if I gave myself three T shots in one sitting?)

Terrified, Tired, Still Icing My Feet, Padfoot

FIN

A/N: DO NOT take more HRT than is prescribed to you by your doctor, no matter how much you want to, trust me, I've done it and I only got chastised and fucked my system up a bit. Also, would you guys want to read more of this little fic? No idea where it'd go, but I am fond of any iteration of wolfstar, so naturally I've already fallen in love with them. (Which is a little self-absorbed of me since Sirius was....heavily based on my own experience.) That being said, I did want to say that the customers at my coffee shop are much better than this--this was really more emulating the experience of working for Starbucks. 😆 all the hugs to my trans sibs reading this <3

goin for the funniest guy ever award (´ε｀ )♡

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Didn’t even know ^^

Beauty of Azeala flowers 🌸🌼🏵️

BRUPY from slugTerra

Art request by @froppy-butterflyfan2000

If only some one can write a song saying the exact same thing. :)

OMG!! THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!! The colors, lighting, water and shading is all so kjesdlfkjlksehgflksadf GOOD!! Stay AWESOME, Bizz!! ^^

AN VACATION GIFT TO THE MOST CUTE GIRL IN THE WORLD !!^^

I wanted u ,olalu !to enter in vacation with an gift for u !!!!I know u like the sun and the ocean !!!I decide to draw and ur boy but respecting his issues and sun problems!!!^^

Have an amazing vacation !!!!U deserve an good break and to enjoy all the time on maximum because u are the most amazing and cool !!!and kind to everyone !!!SOO sweet and cute !!!soo wonderful !!!and perfect !!!I love u soo soo soo soo soo much !!!happy vacantion olalu !!^^!!!

Happy vacation everyone !!!

FOR @olalucreat !!!

Frost (the one with the hat ,he is a bit feeling too warm ) by olalucreat

Noth (the one in water ) by me nothing bizzare

FINALLY !! After months and months of working, I finally finished this :D

Hope you all enjoy it :)

Day 36: Tango takes refuge in an abandoned mine and finds a a canary hybrid knocked out. He warms him up and gives him his filters. Now he has a monster detector for a buddy.

Quick random sketch. I like apocalypse fics and I like Jimmy with canary themed abilities.

love them :З

Genocide Frisk/Chara vs the Sans AU’s that I could fit in this pic! :’D

boooyyy this has to be my biggest project yet lol

so many sans… ∠(:‘3 」∠)＿

I tried my best to fit as many sans’ as I could but Dust and Horror took up majority of the pic  ;u;

gosh I’m glad I finally finished this. The background kinda discouraged me to continue working on it because I hate drawing backgrounds which is why it took me like three months to finish this. ;u;

anyway I hope ya’ll enjoy this ridiculous pic, feel free to use this as a background if you want thefileisfuckingbig

A little something for the boring days in my cozy home, hope you guys are doing well out there! =)

Ink!Sans by @myebi

Outline!Sans by @digital-template

Error!Sans by @loverofpiggies

Sepa!Sans by ???

Dream!Sans by @jokublog

UnderTale-Orginal!Sans by Toby Fox

Outertale!Sans by @outertale

Cross!Sans + Cross!Chara by @jakei95

Nightmare!Sans by @jokublog

Killer!Sans by @rahafwabas

Underfell + Underswap by the Au community

PlagueDoctorgender !!

A gender that is connected or associated with plague doctors in some way :D

Coined by me :]

11 - 15 - 2023

This is beautifully said dude.

Shina's TBG ramble time: Boxheads and the circles of themes

So I've been thinking about all the Boxheads and how there is an overall scheme, both to the words they use and to the colour palette

So, the first time they show up, there are two listen and speak sides. This is the first category of box heads -

1. VERBS.

These show up a few more times but mostly, they're all the most saturated coloured boxheads in the game. They're all also glowing,

Green is often said to be a colour of nature, creativity, hope, calmness but also, of immaturity, greed, possessiveness.

These Boxheads show up near the half of the game. Chapter 7, Down, features the first instance of these folks and they seem hopeful about getting out of the prison and with the way they talk, they do seem a bit childish when you tell them you don't know the exact way thst they could leave.

The next instance of the green head is in Chapter 10, House. Davey the character said that during that period of time Coda seemed the most happy. The character seems a bit shy with their thoughts but overall, there seems to be calmness and peace in that routine.

So, both instances of green show kinda that calm vibe from someone telling us to do a thing - either a house choir or answer their question but overall, I do feel calmness meaning works the best for these. These are games Coda made when he already met Davey and was pre-'depression'. They are bith commands and actions but even if you don't have a choice, you don't exactly feel forced to do anything.

Green will show up once again later in the game.

Yellow (tumblr doesn't have yellow, pls just pretend) often symbolises hope, intellect, but also deceit and faithlessness. It's also supposed to grab attention. Opposite to it is purple, to which Magenta can be seen as subcolour (or just colour close enough on the spectrum jshsu) . It can mean emotional balance but also can mean despair.

These beautifully fit with the theme of Chapter 11 Lecture. The student wants to listen to the professor/coach and feel better about themselves, get motivated to do anything. In the meantime, the teacher seems smart with everything they're saying until you get to see the other greyed out options they have. And due to the informality of coaching and one sided nature of it, 'talk' fits way more than 'speak', though that could be debated since speeches are typically also said to a crowd. But they're more often formal - and since we as a Player can control the coach, we can get very personal with all the little confessions of his mind.

As I said though, green will make a return. Not as a verb, however - but as an empty space, surrounded by the

2. ADJECTIVES

The previous category was quite consistent with he word class they used. The next two will mix a bit in one level but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The theme of depression and isolations starts in Chapter 12, Theatre. This is the most unique Boxhead as each side has different words, beside one which is empty green.

Blue symbolises freedom, trust, confidence, reflection, honesty but also passiveness, coldness, depression. The narrator from this chapter wants to relive a moment with this possible idol of theirs. Each side seems to be a positively charged adjective (wise, successful, focused. happy) . However, instead of talking to them, we keep hearing comments of how we just don't act correctly. Mixing this with greens from earlier, the possessiveness for nostalgia of this exact moment, the childishness of the narrator throwing a tantrum when we don't even know the script and the bars at the end of the chapter all kinda show why Davey might have interpreted this as a shout for help.

3. NOUNS (and other shenanigans)

Chapter 13, Mobius.

There are different messages on these Boxheads - Blind, Captain, Research and Truth. All of these, expect for Blind can count as a noun. However, blind doesn't have to only be an adjective - it can also be a verb, together with Research.

Red can mean desire, confidence, determination but also danger, rage, impulsiveness. Pink has similar enough meanings to Magenta so I'll skip repeating myself.

While social anxiety and nostalgia were quite a strong theme in the prev chapter, this one, as Davey said himself is not as much of a denial like the last one, but acceptance of the state Coda seems to be in. Somehow, the obsession of creation that shows up as the Puzzle Door coming at us, the lammpost stands near us, just like the truth, witnessing the fall of a creator. The rage of not being able to feel passion anymore is stopped the moment we choose the response Truth wants from us. There is a desire hidden in there, a self reflection but it's not as strong as the previous Magenta usage.

You also can see an interesting phenomenon - the first characters you meet are full Blinds, so, adjectives, then you meet Captain and Research that show the first usage of noun and then you meet Truth.

It's as if there was a progressions... Haha what if the next ones would be also nouns,, nah that can't be the -

So the next Boxheads you meet are in Chapter 15, Machine.

We return to the Yellows but before that, we see a Guard who's the only case of White text. But, I'd also like to point that yellows were used in the beginning for the coach which was in the verbs group. But if you think about it - both guard and press can serve as both nouns and verbs.

Grey can mean neutrality, compromise, stability but also coldness, depression, predictability. Together with the Yellow, the cold attitude of the reporter who goes to the Machine, starts to give their own meaning to its silence, getting the press against it and causing destruction.

4. OK but... What's the point of all this?

It is rather interesting thst in the end, we returned to verbs and yellows. This is ofc just an oversimplification but let me show you the colour wheel based on the usage of colour for the Boxhead

We go full circle.

In TBG, repetition and reoccurring themes are constantly visible. Some sort of a prison, the puzzle games, even the lamppost but also, isolation, self doubts, fight as a creator. And this repetition shows through npcs, too. You could count Notes chap 8 as that too and revert first in the circle but overall, things seem to stay overall the same.

For the word class - we go from action to description to a role. Davey first describes what Coda used to do, then focuses a lot on telling us insights on how Coda was at the time of making certain games and then starts becoming not only a Friend but a Saviour. And Coda, from acting, sees he becomes an object to adore and talk about and then, to serve Davey a role of getting appreciation and acceptance for Coda's work. But in the end, Davey decides to publish game in the end. Even with the self reflection, even if he leaves us, the game still exists. And while Davey the character and the real Davey are diff people, Davey the char did say that he uploaded it.

The themes in this linear game keep on repeating, showing up, again and again, creating a closed off cycles. But neither Coda nor Davey the char are present in the end.

You, however, are.

Just like you are here, witnessing me doing a Davey with my interpretation on this jauahahau