#DOWN TO THE CLOTHES SWAPPING

[lvrrgirlll]

Thinking about how Art and Patrick totally could have been Ryan and Chad from high school musical for Halloween… the timeline works, high school musical 2 (the movie with the very gay subtext between Ryan and Chad) came out in 2007 like do I think they watched it? No, definitely not. But would they be culturally aware of it enough to do it for Halloween? Yes.

[ewwww-what]

These freaks are not studying (good for them)

Closeups below :)

[hypogryffin]

Thoughts on Akesumi?

not my cup of tea romantically but i do love their platonic dynamic

[aliferous-ly]

Zed doesn't notice at first. His mornings are always rushed, so he'd gotten up, stuffed food in his face, thrown on some pants and a T-shirt, and grabbed a red jacket on his way out. He has Things to Do and Places to Be.

It's chilly out, but he doesn't notice that, either. Warmth seems to emanate from the jacket as he soars through frigid skies. He has a hankering for exploration, but maybe he should nether-travel to get to the outskirts of hermit-tread lands. Zed lands, walks into Pearl's house to search for a nether portal, and pulls at his jacket. Wow, she keeps it warm in here!

Eventually he finds what he's looking for. He hops through and nearly collapses at the wave of stifling heat. Sweat seems to evaporate the second it appears. Zed's mouth goes dry and he smacks his lips, taking deep, heaving, uncomfortable breaths. What on earth...?

He stumbles backwards, back through the portal and to the overworld. The jacket is the first to go, then his T-shirt and pants, and suddenly Zed's standing in Pearl's basement in his boxers.

He feels immediately better, especially after chugging some water he found in his ender chest (it's probably fine). He shivers as a draft cools his skin despite his body being horrifically warm.

Zed picks up the jacket, holding it out and thinning his lips.

Yeah. This is definitely Tango's.

[miscellaneous--bones]

figures that i ran out of steam after these two lol. trying to stylize them in a way thats easier to draw

[lunarharp]

scribblezone again testing out brushes, early grey oru, and ace attorney-style psychelocks

[sysig]

Double feature (Patreon)

[spectascopes]

Sometimes I think about skeletons with wings. He's shirtless cause any shirt I tried to put him in that would actually function with wings made him look so slutty I started laughing BUT I do think he would wear SOME kind of top. Probably... or maybe not cause it's funny. I will have to explore clothing options for be-winged skeletons later.

Anyways he collects the gold he's wearing (most of which is fake) and barters it for other things, usually trinkets he can wear or food if he's hungry. He does like shiny things (it's in his nature) but he can't carry much with him when he flies and his brother can and will leave him behind if he's weighed down by baubles so his material possessions are slim to none.

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[b-blushes]

i was trying (somewhat) hard to avoid it but scramble zone has caught me, because i was at the hospital on tuesday i couldn't do my regular tuesday clothes laundry because even if i put it on a timer it would have been a bad time to hang up wet laundry by the time i got back (not enough time to start drying before the night starts) so i did my wednesday laundry (towels, go in the dryer) on tuesday and my tuesday clothes laundry on wednesday, and then because of this i couldn't do my friday clothes laundry on friday because there wasn't enough days for them to dry as thoroughly as i like them to between wednesday and friday morning when i switch the clothes on the drying rack, so i did my saturday laundry on friday and did my friday laundry instead and because yesterday evening when i folded my laundry form the dryer (saturday laundry goes in the dryer) i felt like it was saturday, i got out sunday's dinner to defrost from the freezer so i could eat it today. but today's not sunday!!!! much to my surprise. and now my meals are unbalanced. minor issue but it does highlight what a precarious setup my whole reality feels like sometimes :P almost completely self-made also

[mezmer]

[xamaxenta]

Proposing a role swap where Ace is the goa noble turn revolutionary and Sabo’s the one who’s got the cowboy pirate fit

Except they keep their main aesthetic themes

Sabo’s look being cowboy gentleman, looks like he’s about to hit the casino

Ace’s retains the noble flair but its goth, like mcr black parade because his entire theme is death spades cow skulls and skeletal remains anyway

[transgender-catboy]

So one of the dryers in my building is haunted

[nomaishuttle]

i do fr need to work on differentiating between "actually middleclass" and "doesnt live paycheck to paycheck" lmao bc that is something i struggle with... obviously ik i have more in common with like. even somebody whos fr middleclass disney vacations every year. I know i have more in common with them than i do with bezos but god at least i dont have to see bezos being annoying in front of me every day KJANDJKLNLJD

[cheapcheapfaker]

my cheap ass always gets a thrill getting anything deeply discounted or for free but like. can you blame me im straight edge right now. the address the kind woman on buy nothing gave me was one of those real nice waterfront condos so i had high hopes but the RUSH receiving a bag of maternity clothes WITH tags and then checking my score and

🥴

[inbabylontheywept]

i once accidentally dated someone for a few months. its very difficult to explain how this happened, but the gist is that i thought we were hanging out, and she thought we were on dates, and it was just a very painfully highschool thing.

she was a little bit confused that i hadnt tried to pull any moves, at all, even a little. like, didnt even try holding hands because, and i cannot emphasize this enough, i did not know we were dating.

so, halloween rolled around, and she thought, you know, why wait for destiny, when you can grab it? so she hit me with a clue by four.

babylon, she said. babylon. my mom's gonna be out of town on halloween, and im gonna have the house to myself, and it's going to be kind of lonely. would you like to come to my house and watch scary movies with me?

you know, kind of a netflix and chill thing. except, and i cannot emphasize this enough, i did not know we were dating. also autism. so i took it at face value and said: oh! yeah! thatd be fun! and she thought she got her point across, but she didnt and it was a mess.

skip forward to halloween: my family has a block party every year, right? and at that point i was too old to really trick or treat, but we still wore costumes for our role in the block party, which in my case, was handing out cotton candy. so i took the first shift, and my costume was this homemade abomination minion thing. i had full yellow body paint, and goggles, and a bald cap, and overalls. the kids who saw it were like, uh, hm. overly realistic minion. and adults were like, oh, some kind of hills have eyes hillbilly with jaundice. very scary.

(it was not my best costume.)

my little brother swapped me out for second shift, and i was getting ready to change out to head to her house when i was like: no, she'll get a real kick out of this. this is one of the worst things i have ever worn. so i kept it on and just brought a change of clothes thinking i could shower real quick and change at her place after she saw my nightmare getup.

so i left after that, got there, knocked on her door, and she said come on in. so i went in, and there was this very long hall with an abrupt right turn into her living room where the tv was, and i went down the hall, and i made the turn, and my field of view went from beige drywal to her, on the couch, naked. naked in the paint me like one of your french girls pose. super naked.

i panicked. this was my first time seeing a real person like, full on sex naked,which is a totally different beast from other kinds of naked. you see one kind of naked and you think yeah, im ready for all the kinds of naked, but you arent. i wasnt at least. i really wasn't.

so my brain crashed to BIOS. she also crashed to BIOS, but for different reasons. of all the ways this could have turned me, having me show up in yellow body paint and overalls was pretty pretty low down the list.

so we sat there a while, and you know, she wasn't getting any less naked, which really wasn't helping me get my brain sorted out. it really wasnt much of a surprise when she got her bearings first and started asking questions.

"babylon," she said. "babylon. what are you wearing?"

and i was like, kind of rebooted, but i was nowhere near full functionality, so symbolic language wasnt loaded in yet. i had nothing running but my trusty autism.exe, so i said

"overalls"

and she looked at me like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked at her like she was the first naked person i had seen in real life who got naked specifically for me, and my upper level cognitive process went: "listen man, we are not going to get our shit together as long as 80% of your brain power is devoted to not blinking. you gotta get out of here."

and if id communicated that, maybe things would have been less of a mess, but instead i just kind of turned around and walked back to my car. i figured i could drive a few loops around the block, get my brain in order, and figure out what the hell we were gonna do.

the only thing i had said to her since arriving was, again, overalls.

first loop around, i was like: oh god fucking damnit. oh shit. oh shit. shes gonna get like, an eating disorder from this. oh no.

second loop around i was like: oh NOOOOO oh WHAT THE FUCK oh SWEET JESUS PLEASE. i dont wanna go back man. i just wanna bury this and forget about it. please. please. let this bitter cup pass from my lips.

and after my third loop, i went and i knocked on her door again.

she answered it this time, and i counted my lucky stars that she'd changed into some pajamas. she was all teary eyed which was the saddest thing ever, and we sat down in her kitchen and talked. it was pretty bad - i figured out we'd been dating, and she figured out that trying to jump from home plate to 3rd base is considered ballsy in baseball, least of all dating. no real winners there. and i can remember after all that, we sat there a bit a bit longer, just steadying ourselves, and i was like "well, im actually really glad we figured that out. guess i'll see you at school tomorow' and she said "WAIT. wait."

"lets watch shrek 2."

so we did and it was horrible. we did not look at each other. we did not say a word. we just sat in stony silence, while shrek 2 played in the background, and when it was done we shook hands. i think we might have been able to salvage that as a friendship if it hadnt been for shrek. as it was she turned white as a sheet and ran away every time she even got a glimpse of me at school, and that summer she moved to a new state to live with her dad. all her friends said she moved just so she wouldn't have to go to school with me anymore, and i dont actually think they were lying.

every time i hear relationship counselors talk about how important communication is, and i'm tempted to roll my eyes, i look back and go, alright. alright. theres probably some poor bastard, somewhere in the world, who doesnt even know that hes married.

and god help him when he figures it out.

other bad dating story here.