#and also that are under 3hrs

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

why is finding a mobydick adaptation to show your friends so heinous. why are my options

3 hour long opera (best adaptation by far but its also a 3 hour long opera)

hour and a half adaptation by the sharknado guys that's completely fucking batshit insane

3 hour long critically hated tv series with ethan hawke looking sopping wet (😍) but also ishmael x ahab nonsense

Gregory Peck And Also Brownface

3 hour long tv series again but with actual Māori rep and also jean luc piccard is here. but also they go to antarctica

[coulsons-left-arm]

Coulson is a busy dude, but he still takes care of his family team.

He receives contact from May saying they're on their way back from an op with an ETA. He sets his alarm for an hour before they're supposed to get back so he can check in with May and get an update. Then he sets his alarm again for 15 minutes before they're supposed to land.

He goes down to the kitchen and makes sure there's two fresh pots of coffee for when they touch down. Makes sure all the coffee mugs in the sink that still need to be washed are cleaned, dried off, and ready for filling. Pulls the sugar and powdered creamer out and sets it on the counter. Grabs the stir sticks and sets them out as well. By the time he puts on a kettle for hot water and pulls the green tea box out for his wife May, the first few agents from the op are already entering the kitchen, thanking him for the fresh pots of coffee.

May and Daisy are the last to come in (about 30 minutes after touch down). Coulson has three mugs left on the counter: one for him, one for his kid Daisy, and one with May's tea steeped to her liking, still steaming. Sometimes Daisy grabs her mug, thanks him, and retreats to her bunk to get her paperwork done and hit the hay as soon as she can... Which gives May a chance for some one on one time with Coulson and debrief him personally on the nitty gritty details. Other times, Daisy wants to hang out with her dad boss for a small reprieve before getting back to work. Coming home to some stupid dad jokes she can scoff and roll her eyes at is a comfort sometimes, especially after a mission that didn't go quite right.

Why does Coulson do it? Bc he loves his team and is thankful for them everyday... And it gets him away from his desk for a little bit so he doesn't go cross-eyed from doing all that damn paperwork.

[nordfjording]

p sure if i tilt my head proper forward my brainll just pour out

[corollaservant]

Introspect // Dabi x f!reader (18+)

Synopsis: The past never dies. But it can often be forgotten. (3.4k)

Warnings: yandere/obsessive behavior, captivity, stalking, violence, noncon/dubcon, jealousy, delusion, denial, implied PTSD, deterministic and nihilistic philosophical paradigm, Dabi's POV—stream of consciousness type fic

A/N: wrote this in 3hrs. majorly inspired by (and dedicated to) my fave tumblr writer, new magic wand by tyler the creator and this dabi art 🖤

Happy. You looked happy, that’s what he thought when he saw it.

Not in a way you’d been with him anyway. He didn’t know whether that was for the better. The first thing he thought was you posted him. Of course you would. He was not patched, burnt or looking like someone who escaped the psychiatric ward. Without proper clothing, jumping out of a window, frantically running towards the opposite direction. Was it a matter of appearance? Or did you just not like him enough? He wouldn’t know, you hadn’t spoken in a month. And some days. That’s when you told him you needed space. Seriously, people needed to come up with better excuses, this one was over-saturated. Was it bad he clung onto you? It’s not like you had many friends, all he had asked was more of your time. Your stupid job wasn’t even that important—he never bothered finding out what you did exactly, it’s not like he didn’t care, he just wanted you there. The rest of your whereabouts were none of his business as long as you were not conversing (excessively) with anyone else. Because even then, why would you need to do that? He could do it for you.

He had no actual job, well, classifying as a villain doesn’t get you far in life, he called himself a freelancer. Freelancer in murder and theft, maybe. But he felt like he had a share in serving divine justice. A modern vigilante so to say. Any accidental death was a misfortune, a predetermined fate. He didn’t want to pretend to be integrated in society for you to like him, he was lucky because he didn’t have to. Which then reminded him of how he met you.  

Petting strays at night wasn’t careful of you, especially with the crime rates in the city. But you had done so regardless, he remembers it vividly: You in an alley, on your knees, not caring about the dirt coming in direct contact, extending your hand. The cat was barely visible, he could only make out its yellow eyes. But then, the cat saw him, he knew cats had brilliant vision and it left you, perhaps in thought he had food you didn’t. You turned your head only to take a step back. Not smart, you landed on your ass as you opened your mouth. Did he scare you? Of course, what a stupid thing to ask. Under other circumstances he’d leave. Making fun of strangers wasn’t really his thing, not unless they deserved it, but the cat seemed to take a liking to him. Animals loved him, his mom used to tell him not to trust people who repelled them, it was a bad sign. Animals had instinct, animals could tell. He decided to pet the little guy (or girl?), as he kneeled down and softly touched its head. That was another thing about cats. They didn’t give a fuck about the staples or burnt odor, they just wanted food and the occasional touch. He liked cats. He could see himself in them. Something in the domesticity of the situation must've calmed you down because you fixed your posture and to his surprise approached him. It was still dark, you were still a woman and alone in an alley. 

‘’He likes you.’’ You told him. Had you already figured out it was a male stray? Dabi must’ve underestimated you. Your voice hid a whine, a soft protest but it was not annoyance and he shifted his gaze.

‘’Yeah.’’ was all he said. 

‘’Can I?’’ You asked. Why were you asking for permission, this wasn’t even his cat. 

‘’Sure.’’

You were so close, trying not to scare the cat and also touch him, he noticed. Your finger tried to avoid his but the cat’s head was unfortunately not that big so you eventually grazed a digit over him. You hadn’t flinched back then, hadn’t even scrunched your nose, were you not afraid? Didn’t the smell and appearance repel you? Apparently not, you seemed so invested in getting the cat to like you. It wasn’t like it didn’t. The stray ended up loving you, purring at your touch and looking in your eyes, like a man in love. And maybe it wasn’t just the cat. 

-

Within three days of your first encounter he had you on his chest, in your apartment of course, where else could he have you? He wanted to fuck you the first time he saw you, but the urge wasn’t that violent, which had taken him by suprise. You also did not seem like the type to give it up easily. He’d have to do some mental jumping jacks to get you, he didn’t worry about revealing too much though; he didn't have a lot to say, his old identity long buried away with his sensitivity. He still didn’t feel like hurting you. The first night he told you his name, Dabi, and it was so convincing, he too had believed it. You exchanged trivial information neither cared about and he offered company on your way back. He scolded you for being alone in the neighborhood, like some good samaritan, he laughed as he guided you through dimly lit alleys with zero traffic. 

‘’Want to come inside?’’ You had asked. Already? Were you that easy? But who was he to say no?

Your place was small, as expected, neat and tidy, with a few clothes on the bed, nothing bad. It smelled nice too, he noticed a small plant on the coffee table. How gullible to let him in like that. Dabi imagined how many times you must’ve been wronged in life. But you being you—it was probably something that flew over your head daily. You’d call it compromise, he’d call it stupidity.

He had fucked you in missionary that night, a true gentleman, easing his way inside and slightly towering, making sure the stapled skin under his sternum didn’t touch your sensitive one. You were soaking by the time you stopped making out and he slid a finger inside, warm and enticing, his cock hardened in primal ways. He had softly thrown you on your bed (his definition of soft wasn’t exactly soft, you had let out a groan, was it bad?) and climbed on top. You were looking at him expectantly, your eyes glassy, was that pain or excitement, Dabi would bet bucks on the latter. The way you had shyly parted your legs, not for his cock, but to fit him in between was sickeningly pretty, he could swear he was almost…nervous to slip his cock inside. And he was right, trying to fit it inside failed him two or three times while he pretended to toy your clit with his cockhead. You didn’t seem to mind, his act must’ve been convincing, you were softly moaning and your eyes dared to look at the sight of his swollen tip against your lower lips, was it pretty? He had fucked you as hard as he would allow himself—your body could take it, he had to be honest, the more he stuffed you, the more he needed to drive his cock further into your soft walls, there was no room for play pretend romance here. But you seemed to like it too, wrapping your arms around the bare part of his back, fingers accidentally trailing the stapled skin and groaning near his face. ‘’Fuck.. right there.. D-Dabi! More!’’ More? Sure, you could have more. A patched arm strongly pinned a leg above your head, touching the bed frame, as his stiff and pained cock violated your cunt, he could feel how deep he was and constantly fought the urge to spill already. As for you? Tears from your eyes fell down your now stained sheets as you screamed. Pleasure, pain, honestly he didn’t care much about what it was, your pussy clamping down on him the last thing he felt before he bit down your neck, almost ripping out the skin tissue. His cum slowly trickled out, while both of you panted, each exhale synchronizing with the clock ticking in the kitchen. 

There were no voids you could fill, he knew it, interacting with others proved to be a daily reminder. But there were voids you soothed, pain you healed just with your head resting where a heart used to be. Heart beating irregularly, like his feet in his childhood, with excitement, with a different type of eagerness. These weren’t thoughts he made that night and that’s how he knew he liked you. That night his mind was blank for the very first time, carefree from reality, from the ugliness of living—you had sex with some stained villain, who hadn’t only stained your cunt, but your sheets too, your morals indirectly and heart along the way. These thoughts came to him when he saw the photo. Space. You said you needed space. There wasn’t any relationship established, what the fuck you needed space for? Because now he had found something to give waking up a reason. Someone to regularly satisfy his cock with, someone to take away his thoughts and halt his aimless wandering. And you needed space. How lame. You know what? He could give you space. Indirectly of course. He’d still follow you around, check the whereabouts and conversations, sit outside your house and watch you get undressed. But you looked happy. And he couldn’t decipher in what way. Was he a friend? Who gives a fuck about the guy anyway, why were you smiling like that? You never posted him, that's for sure, you knew in the three months of irregular hanging out (to call it dating would be a joke) that he hated it. And so you never did, even though he wanted you to deep down. Something small. A grocery store visit, one you made when he said he’d cook dinner (he had burnt it). But you never did and now here you are posting with someone irrelevant. 

Murder wasn’t the answer. Stupidly enough it was always associated with morality. But you’d think Dabi would have none of that. He thought murder was stupid. No second of his time ought to be wasted for the next guy. Though he had to admit, he often contemplated whether you’d want this. You didn’t know shit about him. But a sudden murder would definitely have you crawling for protection. And who better than the one who committed it? He honestly wouldn’t go out of his way to do all that. He wanted you organically. It had been a long time since he wanted someone. But you sufficed. You were enough. You never asked, never complained, not even when you’d come home from work, exhausted and dirty and he was waiting at your door. Not even when you were shoved against the cupboards and fucked without remorse—you still wrapped your legs around him and whimpered on his neck. And fuck if that didn’t feel good. He hugged you in your sleep. You’d both sleep in opposite directions, you first of course, so you’d never notice he switched sides and brought a leg over yours, resting his head on your throat, feeling each breath, each pulse. You’d wake up confused at the position, he’d say he didn’t remember. These were the few nights he could reach REM state. No vivid dreams of course, a shipwreck maybe and some elevator descending, lack of control or whatever bullshit he read once. He could still dream though, a miserable reminder he was still human. 

He was always mean. The world didn’t care to mold someone into being nice. What would that even be? He thought nice meant exchange. Be nice and you’d get a pair of shoes. Act nice and you’ll get to watch TV. Treat others with respect and you’d be the family’s topic of discussion over Christmas. Sure, there were selfless people, he wasn’t crazy to think there weren’t a few of them left. You’d be his prime example. And you weren’t even stupid. But your willingness to help and give bordered exploitation. It hit him like lightning. You needed to get away, the real world was doing damage to people like you. If you were with him, you wouldn't have to think twice about being taken advantage of. He’d still be mean, you wouldn’t change that. But at least you’d sleep assured knowing that he’d never, ever demand something from you. Well…besides your presence, though he’d take you as you are, so in retrospect you’d come to appreciate him for the service. 

When he came to pick you up (abduct sounded rough—you’d also want this eventually) you had just finished work. To others you seemed fine, to him you looked exhausted. No need for mask, no need for clothes, he had everything arranged. You hadn’t objected much, he tried the kind approach first, he had only asked you to go for a ride with him in a car he stole, something you’d never know. The place was a dump, a couch covered in dust and a rusty kitchen, but you’d both make it work. It wasn’t like he couldn’t find money. He would, eventually. He remembers the way your eyes widened, what were you expecting, a trip to the countryside for some mimosas? You should’ve known better. ‘’What are we doing here?’’ You had asked, looking him in the eyes, you seemed frightened like the first time you saw him in the alley, it all ends in the beginning of the cycle, such a paradox, he thought. ‘’This is our new place.’’ He cooed as he approached you, you took a step back. There really was no reason for you to be scared, you’d grow to understand the only thing scaring you would be losing him. 

He had tried to kiss you but you protested, pushing him away, a shame really and he wanted to continue with the nice approach. Well then again nice didn’t really exist so it wouldn't have worked anyway. He kissed you, your mouth was closed but not for long before it was forced open, arms snaking around your waist and pinning you to a wall collecting condensation since god knows when. He was on your neck, kissing, biting, frenzied moves really, he needed you more than he needed whatever kept him alive. Three months ago, he stopped thinking. Now, the only thing he thought was you. He dragged you to the dusty sofa, he thought of using his quirk to burn the fabric, but ripping it out came naturally. You were laid out naked and shivering, his hands grabbed your waist—was this warm enough for you? You whispered something, maybe it was louder than a whisper, stop or whatever but he couldn’t listen. He found your cunt immediately, he was almost drooling at the sight, when was he that hungry ever again? Something about your life. People behind. You said something, he didn’t listen. You weren’t that wet like the first time, he understood. Women, they need emotional connection. Maybe a sloppier kiss to get them going. He found your mouth again, forcing you to kiss him back while he gorged on yours, a small movement in your hips, a pad of his finger back on your cunt. Wetter, perfect. He slid up a finger, curling it while his thumb grazed over your clit, you whimpered. That was a sound he could finally register. He’d bring back that smile, but it’d be for him only. One finger turned to two and eventually three, he needed to stretch you out to take him, nothing had changed since the first time, just his eagerness. His cock throbbed in his black pants, he wanted to taste you. 

You moaned and attempted to touch his hair. He didn’t mind but this wasn’t the time. He moved his head lower, spreading your thighs open and spitting on your clit. Spittle dripped down your slit and his index finger trailed it along the entrance, earning him a moan. See, you already enjoyed this too much. This would be your life now on, he’d fuck you till you wouldn’t want another thing. Captivity had a good side after all. He’d treat you so well, he wouldn’t even have to force all that domestic bullshit on you. You’d do it willingly. He eats your cunt out like it's the most sacred meal, sloppily and without coordination, pushing his tongue inside and gripping your thighs forcefully and what is this? You buck your hips up, wanting more, needy little slut. Perfect, so perfect for making him stop thinking. Making him forget. His cock must leak precum, it feels uncomfortable and he wants you to coat his tongue, he really does, but please understand, he needs you. Now. To bother removing his pants fully would be hilarious, he has neither time nor desire to do so, they’re slid down half way, his cock jumps on his abdomen and he gives it an impatient stroke—looking at you always. Let me go. You say, what? Were you stupid? Right before the best part? Right before the start of a new life? Of a life you should be living years ago? Delusional, you’re delusional. ‘’You love me, baby.’’ He tells you and lets his cockhead slip in your entrance, bit by bit until he’s bottomed out and you wince, he doesn’t move just for a second, this should be enough and then starts thrusting without consideration. Like it’s an incentive, like you’re a hole that needs filling, a mere means to an end. You protest a bit more, if you get louder he might have to get violent on you, please understand he doesn’t want this. You’ll get it, eventually. He can’t decipher the look on your face, it certainly doesn’t scream happy like in the photo. 

And then he’s reminded of the photo and a rage is born. ‘’Did he fuck you this good?’’ He spears his cock inside, you are hitting against the arm of the couch, your mouth contracts and you dampen his cock, so he must be doing something right. ‘’Tell me, did he fuck this cunt?’’ He asks and you just moan—are you dumb? Why aren’t you answering? His arms envelop your throat, pressing on the carotid artery as your muffled moans get even more constricted, he spits on your face and demands an answer. Dirty. Slut. Dirty. ‘’N-o’’ comes out your mouth. He hadn’t tainted you? He hadn’t touched you. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ He wipes the saliva off your cheeks, it’s so...wet? Are you crying? Why are you crying? He hates it. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ He kisses you while he plunges deeper, you groan and try to avoid him, stop doing this, you’re his now, it’s final. ‘’I’ll make you feel better, alright?’’ He breathes out, he knows you like his fingers, he knows. His thumb circles achingly, longingly even on your puffy clit while you clench around him, your breathing is labored, you have to cum—cum now! On his cock, show him how much you love him. A few more strokes and he has you clamping down, more tears, so many tears and you moan out his fake name, with anger maybe or an orgasm high, he can’t tell and he doesn’t care either, it’s enough. He needs to steal a kiss one last time and feel the way you squeeze and soak all around to let his load paint you white, maybe he is like a woman after all, longing for emotion, even when he has to fulfill plain instincts. You don’t talk after it, you don’t even blink, you aren’t passed out, are you? He wasn’t that hard, come on now. He has to remove himself, clean you up, the couch and he the least of his priorities. You need to get accustomed. You’ll love it. 

You never ask. About the photo. About your family. About anything prior. But that’s not something he dwells upon, he doesn’t like to look back. You still sleep next to him, well, there aren’t many other options available, yet you do. You still breathe softly in your sleep, he still hugs you from behind. You’ve become a sedative, a very much needed one. He dreams some days, an elevator falling, a shipwreck. Only, you’re there this time. 

The few days he remembers the dream, he appreciates the company. He can only hope you do, too. 

[23fallencomets]

FOP Go Camping!

ya girl knows a thing or two about camping and hiking so enjoy! this is from @dozyisdead’s prompt which was just FOP (among other things but i miss FOP) and i couldn’t agree more. also im from california so the boys are in Sequoia National Park :)

“This is dumb.”

“You’re dumb.” Fred mumbles, swatting Logan with one hand as he tries to mess with the music. Logan grumbles, crossing his arms as he flops back onto his seat.

“Local Florida man would rather get stranded in the Atlantic than sleep for three nights in California’s national forests, more at 12.” Oscar says, a little too awake for someone who only slept three hours over the last two days.

To be fair, Oscar has driven the first three hours out of Nevada after Fred had fallen down a rabbit hole of things one can do at Sequoia National Park a few days ago. Since there was a few weeks in between their next schedule, they got everything they needed for a spontaneous camping trip.

They had shoved everything in the little Civic they had rented once they got everything and hit the road at eight in the morning. The GPS said they would get to the camping ground—which Fred had miraculously found an opening for—by two in the afternoon, maybe three if they were lucky.

Oscar had knocked out the second Fred had gotten behind the wheel, curled up with his hoodie over his head. They were supposed to switch off in thirty minutes but traffic was still flowing and the nearest exit was still a few minutes away.

“Why are you even awake?” Logan asks, angling his body to look at Oscar. He still looks sleepy, eyes half lidded and heavy eye bags under said eyes. Oscar shrugs, fighting with the seatbelt as he tries to sit up.

“How far are we?” Oscar asks, squinting at the GPS. The 3hrs seems a little horrifying as he sits back, blinking hard as Logan hands him a little container of food and a cool Gatorade.

He eats the fruit as Fred and Logan continue to bicker over the music, the cadence of their voices overlapping each other almost soothingly as he tries to not fall asleep again.

Eventually they switch off and Logan drives a little faster than necessary, but they get there alive, pay the camping fare and get directed to their campsite.

It’s quite gorgeous, tall trees with red bark spiraling upwards until Oscar has to tilt his head all the way back just to see the tops of tree. He feels a little out of place, like if it’s a privilege he’s seeing any of this.

Between the three of them they set up their campsite, putting all their food in their designated bear-proof containers and tackle the four person tent. None of them know how to set it up and it takes them longer than necessary to finally put it all together.

Fred gets snappy around the four hour mark so Logan forces him to sit down on the a tree stump and eat a sandwich while they inflated the air mattress. The tent was surprisingly pretty big from the inside and the two mattresses fit easily.

After that it’s just arranging a few things before they can get started on an early dinner. While Logan and Oscar had been organizing the tent—and Fred had recovered from being hangry—he had started on a small campfire within the designated fire pit.

Some local in the market that had found on their way out of Nevada had recommended some meat that they can cook over the fire and how much they would need for three guys on a three day-two night camping trip. Along with that they had bought stuff for s’mores because Oscar and Fred clearly did not understand the inherent importance of s’mores mad over a fire pit.

“There’s this rock, Moro Rock and it’s 350 steps to the top.” Fred says while they make dinner, “It’s not that far from here, probably like twenty-thirty minutes.”

Logan nods, “There’s some sick trails,” He says holding up the map, “The dudes a few campsites over recommended the Meadow trail.”

With a formed plan, they finish cooking and eating before figuring out their sleeping arrangements. In the end, Logan and Oscar share one of the air mattresses while Fred sleeps on the other. They had bought thick blankets as they (read: Oscar) had the foresight to check the weather and it was supposed to be pretty icy at night.

When Logan and Oscar wake up, they find Fred tucked up against Oscar, the cold clearly having gotten to him. It takes a while for all of them to get up, the cold making them want to lay in bed a bit longer.

They revive the fire and make a quick breakfast before changing into the proper attire for hiking. They did buy hiking boots but the weather was supposed to heat up later in the day so it was shorts, a long sleeve, a backpack with snacks and water bottles, and a light sweater.

Oscar is reading fun facts throughout the drive to the actual park and Logan forks over the $35 day fee.

The rock itself is impressive but Oscar looks at the steps apprehensively. They curl around the formation of the mountain, a single chain separating the upward and downward traffic and keeping hikers within the steps.

They get halfway up before Logan starts regretting his decision, his calves and thighs burning with each step. Fred is barley ahead of him and clearly having the time of his life as Oscar grumbles behind him. The view is gorgeous, snow capped mountains visible even from where they were. The air is slowly warming up the longer they go and by the time they reach the top, Logan is tempted to throttle an exhilarated Fred.

The three crowd around one of the information boards, reading about the Sierra Nevada and the Great Western Divide.

“I’m never trusting you again.” Logan mutters, his breathing heavy as he leans against Fred. The air is obviously thinner here due to the elevation and Logan is almost itching to go back down. It had taken a little over an hour and a half to climb and he knows it’ll be quicker on their way down.

“Enjoy the moment, you dick.” Oscar says, poking Logan’s side causing him to jerk. Fred giggles, taking a photo of the scenery, smile soft as he leans into Logan. He can’t help the heavy breath, the slight tremble in his legs as he lets himself relax. It’s still early enough that there’s not that many people, allowing them to enjoy each others presence.

It is grounding, seeing the expanse of forest ahead of them. It makes Logan feel better, a bit more at ease as Fred takes a picture of all three of them, sweaty and properly flushed before clapping his hand.

“This is going to be fun.”

And it was.

[grison-in-space]

So how long did it end up taking for the tow truck to show up? Did you beat South Korea’s overturn of martial law?

ha, I drafted a post to respond to that last night and then fell over (it turns out that sitting for 3hrs in an unheated car during MN december is pretty exhausting).

honestly it probably took as long as the South Koreans, maybe a little longer, but fortunately not that long. No more than 3h, definitely no less than 2h 15m. the tow man arrived just as the last few board members were wiggling over fences, but the vote had gone through by the time I was settled in his cab on the way to the dealership where I bought the car three fucking weeks ago for diagnostics and repair.

we lost a little time when the tow man asked in some despair if Matilda could ride in the car being towed. I noted that if it was safe for her to do that I would like to do that as well, and he sloped off to carve her out a little room in the snack detritus of his back seat. (He asked that she not eat his snacks. Matilda's commitment to professionalism is sufficiently absolute that she once successfully convinced a trainer who had known her from ten weeks that she didn't have fun and play games--she just doesn't play games when she has Job going on. Frankly, she didn't even look particularly interested in snacks or the cab, just focused on me and what I might ask her to do next. I was very proud.)

as for what happened, turns out that car manufacturers have installed anti-siphoning technology into the fuel tank entry point, so now gas siphoners just drill into your fucking gas tank to steal a gallon of gas instead. :) $1800 for a new tank, and I hadn't got the insurance on my new car yet. not ideal. fortunately the insurance were happy to backdate it as long as I showed them the bill of sale. I would like to ask the universe, as always, what the fuck is wrong with it.

more gushing about my very professional little dog under very trying circumstances under the cut.

see, I had never ridden in a tow truck cab before, so what I learned is that this one at least had two steep steps up to the actual seat. Tilly, whose usual habit is to hop into the driver's side and climb over the console to her usual spot where I can buckle her in, saw that and froze a little--understandably--so I hoisted her up. Unfortunately, we are in Minnesota and it is December, and the Manitobahs I was wearing have many strengths but grippiness is not really one of them. I slipped a little, and she.... handled it like a pro and was even able to negotiate getting down from the cab by herself safely, with me ready to catch her, on cue.

Then she came into the dealership with me to sort out telling people where the car was and getting it taken in for service, during which she sat politely and waited for a pretty long period of time getting it checked out. We eventually got a lift home and a Culver's trip on the way, and she got a whole fry she absolutely earned.

I am again very proud of her. She's handled objectively unexpected and horrible days in our life politely, professionally, and causing the minimum disruption under some very trying circumstances.

Also, what the fuck is with my luck, and do need some kind of cleansing ritual or something here?

[dianagj-art]

How long do you typically spend on a drawing? Of the ones you've posted, which took the longest? Which was the quickest?

It really depends on what I'm drawing and how "finished" I do them

For example these kind of skectches don't really take me much time to do (specially when the poses are very simple), I can do a bunch of these in a few minutes no problem, then there are the ones when I add grayscale or colors that take a little longer

Then there is this kind of drawing that are finished with lineart, colors and shadows but each of them took me a different amount of time

The Gemini one took me hours to make (how many I dont really remember) I spent a lot of time on the sketch mostly because I was trying to figure out how Leo's arm worked, then spend around 3hrs doing lineart and chossing the base colors, and I had to do it twice because...

reasons...

The bottom left with Coin Toss Michael, took me less, even when it was a challenging pose I managed to figure that out quick enough, the most time consuming part were the chains because I hand drew them. I don't remember how long it took me to do but I did it in one or two sittings, probably took me aorund 5 hours to make (and maybe thats too much, might have been less)

And the bottom right was a fast one too, probably managged to do it in under 3 hours (I think the hardest part was to match proportions with Trainee that is cropped out)

And then there is things like this, I actually have the proccess recorded (minus the sketching and planning) and can tell you that it took me around 15 hours to make these two pages (I might one day edit that and make a speed draw)

But again, it really depends on what I'm drawing because this commission (that aparently I haven't posted yet) that I also have some of the proccess recorded, it took me around 2:30 hours to do inks, colors and shading

Most of the time I dont really time myself, when I know more exact times are when I record my screen for future speed draw videos (that I always forget to edit) or because I was watching something in the background so I know it took me X amount of movies or episodes or youtube videos so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oh! there is also this lil animation I did that took me 4 hours, I only know that because it says so in my tags

[springstick]

that girl challenge day 0 of 30

Wednesday, January 29th, 2025: So, if you couldn't tell I kind of gave up on the days of productivity challenge. I got bored and tired of posting it. I'll definitely try again once I have more structure, but for now I'm doing something different!

Goals for this challenge: 1. Spend under $50/week 2. Study over 3hrs/day 3. Journal 2pg/day 4. Workout 1hr/day 5. Create and stick to self care/beauty routine

30 days will be a lot easier for me to keep up with than 100, so this challenge should be much better. I also think focusing on only 5 goals will help me complete all of them!

[kaz-oooo]

I know plenty of people don’t care about the current Dream situation (especially since I barely post about MCYT stuff anymore, especially anything DSMP related) but this man frustrates me to no end!!!

I’m gonna ramble about his shitty manipulation tactics for a bit. I’m gonna throw it all beneath a cut so you can scroll past easy if you aren’t interest.

I know basically everyone on this side of the internet knows Dream is a massive, manipulative twat. I doubt none of this will be a surprise to anyone. But idk, I present an incomplete list (in no particular order) of bullshit tactics Dream uses to twist the narrative in his favour!

1) making his first response on Reddit.

This is a place where only his most devoted fans congregate and most notably *not* where the controversy is occurring. If he wanted to properly apologise or address the situation he would do that in the exact same place the controversy occurred — his Twitter account. But of course he doesn’t want his fans to really know what’s going on, he wants to control the narrative, that’s why he has not said anything on Twitter, it’s why he went to Reddit of all fucking places!

2) doing everything within his power to avoid mentioning the controversy!

It’s unavoidable at times but he did spend a 3hr long stream avoiding the topic of the r-slur as much as humanly possible. Again, he wants to control the narrative and convince his fans to take his side, it’s easier to do that if he doesn’t address the actual problem at hand here — you see this a lot with YouTuber Apologies, you get a lot of “I made a severe and continuous lapse in judgement” type comments, but what is a “severe and continuous lapse in judgement”? — it could be anything from a few old tweets resurfacing or filming dead bodies… hard to say when you don’t already know the context.

3) bringing up old drama in an attempt to muddy the waters as much as possible.

Yes, Tubbo mentioned a handful of old controversies in his response to Dream’s tweets. Dream’s stream was a reaction to Tubbo’s and I’m not gonna blame him for mentioning these topics when they’re being brought up. The reason Tubbo mentions them is to provide further context around why he takes so much issue with Dream. Dream then proceeds to use this mentioned context as the crux of his response. As I mentioned in point 2 he avoids the topic of the r-slur as much as possible but he fixates on things like his drama with Quackity and Tommy and the accusations that he’s a groomer/pedophile. These aren’t relevant to the situation at hand and it just makes the whole 3hr stream more confusing!

4) he uses old drama as a way to garner sympathy for himself.

He mentions so many different controversies during that stream (and in his response to Tommy) and to an outside perspective it sounds like he’s being bombarded from all angles with wild accusations!! It makes him sound like the victim here, the one who is constantly under attack. He’s also been doxxed in the past and had false allegations thrown at him.. something he weaponises constantly and uses to further his victim complex.

5) deflecting blame as much as possible

I lost count of how many people he name dropped in that stream. But basically Dream isn’t to root of his own problems, he’s never done anything wrong in his life, it’s Tommy and Tubbo and Jack and Aimsey and Quackity and whoever else who hate him and are preying on his downfall (/sarcasm.) They are also bad people in their own right!! I very specifically remember him claiming that Tubbo was a bad person behind the scenes — did he show an ounce of evidence, of course not, but Tubbo’s awful guys trust him on this!! (/sarcasm again) he also did this in his immediate response when he mentioned having autism and thus being allowed to use the r-slur “it’s okay, I’m not problematic, I’m autistic and have a r-slur pass!”

6) feigning ignorance

In his Reddit post he claims to not understand the rules of slur reclamation. Maybe he doesn’t, idfk, but he knows that word is a slur and he knows he was using it as an insult… whether he understands the nuances of when that word is and is not okay is beside the point, at the very core of this controversy Dream was being an dickhead and that is what people have issue with.

Tommy mentions the sexist comments that were thrown around between Dream and his friends. Now as far as I’m away there’s no screenshots of these sexist comments, this is all word of mouth, things Tommy and Jack have repeatedly mentioned whenever Dream is a topic of conversation. I’ll be the first to admit I very blindly trust Tommy and Jack on this one, but I trust them because I can see how Dream and his friends act on stream and based on the way they present themselves I think they’re dodgy as fuck! I mean look at this entire post, at the way Dream consistently manipulates the truth and puts everyone else down.. those are behaviours that as consistent with misogynistic people, of course I believe Tommy when he says Dream and his friends said some sexist shit in group chats. But yes, this is word of mouth and Dream is using that to his advantage. He laughs and claims he has no idea what Tommy is talking about. Again, maybe he doesn’t, I don’t think many misogynistic people think they’re misogynistic, but Tommy isn’t pulling this out of his ass, these are claims he’s been making for months at this point!!

7) everyone’s doing this to promote their projects

This whole controversy did not begin to promote anything. Dream inserted himself in a random Twitter beef and blindsided everybody else with his bullshit. Yes, Tommy and Jack have proceeded to promote their own projects, in my personal opinion I don’t actually give a shit. I also didn’t care that Dream promoted his own shit during his video — Tommy mentioned it, Tommy made his own little ad, fuck it, Dream can too. What I will say though is that Dream criticises Tommy for doing this and in the same breath promotes his own merchandise which is rather hypocritical. I’d also argue that Dream’s merch plug is a lot slimier than Tommy and Jack’s because Dream starts trying to garner sympathy because his small, family business isn’t doing that well :((

8) takes everyone’s words out of context

Dream’s response to Tommy is entirely made of clips and screenshots that he cherry picks from. You can see this most clearly when he uses Tubbo’s words to support his own argument, using clips where Tubbo agrees that Dream has been unfairly criticised in the past and cutting out moments where Tubbo criticises him.

9) over exaggerates other people’s criticism.

When Tommy mentions that Dream harasses his mother Dream plays this up a lot. He sits there for 30 seconds telling the audience to picture what they think harassment is and to get ready for his grand reveal!! Of course when you see a single message it’s going to seem a little underwhelming. He ignores the fact Tommy’s mum was struggling through a divorce during that time and that this message is MASSIVE, unhinged, a criticism of her son and most importantly unsolicited. Even if it’s only a single message it’s still harassment.

10) he does not give context to his own arguments.

There’s one rant he goes on during his stream about a time Tommy started spreading false rumours amongst friends about somebody (unnamed) in the DSMP being a pedophile. Eventually Tommy is pulled aside by Wilbur who gives Tommy a big lecture about how those sorts of rumours can cause major problems and shows him how to properly handle them. What Dream neglects to mention is how old Tommy was at the time of this incident. That makes a big difference Y’know? Tommy doing this at age 16 is wildly different to Tommy doing this at age 20. Dream also mentions the fact Tommy used to be friends with Logan Paul before turning against him. Again, he refuses to give context here, he presents it like a massive backstab on Tommy’s part, or that Logan was a scumbag!

And there’s probably other shit as well. Lies and misinformation that I can’t possibly keep up with, nor do I even care to keep track of it!

Anyway. I’m going back to writing my dumbass fanfiction!

[box-life-hermit]

A lovely person on tiktok with the username @/ goodboygutz has made a series of videos talking about various "animal coded things" that people do, and as a therian, I love this shit

So allow me to make a list of more animal coded things! There may be overlap between animals

He may have done some of these animals, or he may not have, but I just wanted to contribute <3

If anyone else wants to add things that are [insert animal] coded, go ahead!

Animals in this post: Shark, Dolphin, Crocodile/ Alligator, Bear, Kangaroo, & Spider.

Ik a spider is an insect but shhh

���Shark-coded things:

Getting oral fixations / a need to chew on things

This one feels kinda obvious, but you like to swim

This is very specific, but when you go swimming, you like to swim under water and then shoot up above the surface of the water (this can also be whale-coded and dolphin coded)

You're always busy and on the go

Wearing jewelry that has shark teeth on it seems like something a shark would do if it became human

Seeing how long you can hold your breath under water

Liking to wear sleeveless shirts seems kinda shark coded to me idk

Having bad vision is shark-coded to me like have you seen greenland sharks?

If you like to just make the chomping sound just to hear your teeth clink together

If you're really flexible, that's shark coded- bending like u got no bones & shit

Shark coded behaviors are like the himbo version of dolphin behavior but anyone can be a shark

Wearing those hoodies that zip up at the hood feels very shark-coded to me

🐬Dolphin-coded:

The jumping out of water thing mentioned in shark coded things

You're a stoner

Being into ballet / figure skating

If you like to eat seaweed

When you go swimming you like to go diving for things (if you've ever dropped something purposely in the bottom of the pool just to go and dive for it)

Again if, when you go swimming, you like to see all the different tricks you can do (making bubbles under water, doing flips under water, different ways to jump into the water)

If your laugh kind of sounds like "ha-a-a-a-a-a-ah" iykwim

When you get excited or happy, you just start squealing

If you like collecting seashells

Idk why, but being good at math or science seems dolphin coded to me

🐊 Crocodile/ Alligator-coded:

When you're in a body of water, if you like to just sit there and float in the water instead of actually swimming / you know how to float on your back

Wearing jean jackets seems very crocodile coded to me

Liking denim / jean material in general tbh- alligator skin clothes just feels too obvious but ig that too

Having long nails, bonus points if they're uneven

When you go to a restaurant afterward, you ask for toothpicks. Alternatively, you like cleanings at the dentist. Fr just those birds cleaning out ur silly little gator mouth

Your color metal jewelry of choice is black metal, OR wearing jewelry with that like string/ rope material

Wearing pants that have a lot of pockets / genuinely liking camo print? Alligator/ crocodile coded

You can go a really long time without blinking

Adding this for the shits and gigs: you are a Crocs wearer.

🐻 Bear-coded:

You like crocheted things

Youre a honey over sugar person (seems obvious)

Wearing any kind of ugs but especially ugs boots

You drink hot tea- bonus points if you put honey in it

Having a hammock in ur room is bear coded but its also ferret coded

People think you're intimidating at first but you're really nice

In the winter you curl up under your bed with a bunch of stuffed animals and warm blankets

Not being a morning person is bear coded imo

Liking smores but specifically liking MAKING smores

This seems kinda obvious too but if you like to go camping

When you "nap," it's over 3hrs / you are a deep sleeper. Bonus points if you snore that is suuuper bear coded.

When you're mad, your go-to thing is to just grunt or yell

If your bed has a lot of blankets on it- bonus points if theyre soft / fuzzy throw blankets

Wearing oversized hoodies / wearing those hoodie blanket things (oodies?)

Your love language is aggressive affection

You like wearing fingerless mittens

You like climbing trees (also feels a little obvious)

When you're really excited/ hyped, you jump up and down. Also, you like trampolines (feels obvious) (can be rabbit coded)

🦘Kangaroo-coded:

(Will be overlap with bunny coded things)

When you need to get somewhere in a hurry, instead of running, you might start skipping

You need to have pockets on the clothes your wearing (similar to alligator/ crocodile coded)

If someone asked you to hold a cat or puppy/ small animal, you would hold it by cradleing it like a baby

Wearing big boots? Kangaroo behavior imo

Wearing sunglasses? Idk it's kangaroo coded bc I say so 🤷🏽‍♂️

When you go out, you have a million things in your bag - you're the type of person to bring a bunch of things "just in case"

Youre the type of person to furrow your brow when you get confused / focused

🕷Spider-coded:

Not exactly that you're someone who likes WEARING crocheted things, but that you're someone who does crochet / knit (can also be bird coded)

You were into rainbow-loom as a kid

Sewing/ any type of skill like that seems super spider coded

If your bed has a million random items in it like your phone, a water bottle, airpods, ect.

Having long but even nails seems spider-coded

This seems obvious, but if you're into areal arts with silks

If you're someone who wears a lot of fishnets- fishnet tights, fishnet top, fishnet gloves

When you have a straw wrapper / when you pick off loose strings on your clothes you roll them into a ball

You're someone who likes round-shaped foods; like a rice ball, a cake pop, donut holes, cheese balls, etc.

Wearing lacey clothes feels spider-coded

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[peachjagiya]

I’m sorry; I’m confused. The Tae photo in the preview shared on twitter was from Layover. Plus I saw a performance clip in the 7 Moments video? Where was it that the other members’ concept pics were used but Tae’s wasn’t? It seems like all of the members’ moments were a mix of solo album stuff and other work (singles, brand shoots, etc).

This thing concerns solo activity released between 2022/23 (and seemingly '24). So should start with Jack in the Box then go Astronaut, Indigo, Face, D-Day, Layover, Golden, Friends. All apart from Friends were released when the member was yet to enlist.

In order of posting on BTS official twitter...

15hrs ago, approx 12noon KST:

This included concept photos from Indigo, Astronaut, D-Day, Jack in the Box, Face and Golden. Taehyung's picture is from Elle Korea.

9hrs ago, approx 6pm KST:

Different concepts from Indigo, Astronaut, D-Day, Jack in the Box, Face and Golden. Taehyung's picture is a performance of Love Me Again from MCountdown this Layover era, yes. It is music related and the outfit is the same as the music video even if they've not used actual concept photos.

The second tweet 9hrs ago is back to original set of pictures. Concepts from Indigo, Astronaut, D-Day, Jack in the Box, Face and Golden. Back to Elle Korea again. Same pictures as the first post so these are clearly the key images they're using.

Then 3hrs ago:

In the video preview, Tae's clips are, in order: Elle shoot, Rainy Days white beanie performance on Naver N Pop...

... Seoul Tourism ad (?!), Friends live recording performance at Cartier, Elle again, Friends MV shoot. Nothing from Layover MVs or concept shoot.

Now I understand that there's beef with MHJ so they're brushing Layover concepts and MVs under the carpet and only using his performances from music shows so far. It's annoying but it makes sense, if I'm being generous.

You might think adding Friends clips to the preview spot absolves them of diminishing his music but if anything, it just emphasises what a total shady move it was to choose a magazine shoot as the key and prominent Taehyung image. All of this was available to them without legal disputes preventing it:

Instead they opted for an image that separates him from the rest of them as a model and not a musician.

Taehyung was proud of Layover, he said this in the last group live. It was released before Golden. The erasure of his creative process in this advertising is deliberate.

The fact that little 7s are commenting this kind of thing:

Suggests they also thought it was weird but were looking for any nonsense excuse to explain it away.

No, go with your instinct, Army. This was a dick move and you know it. If not to isolate Tae AGAIN then certainly to use him as rage bait. AGAIN.

[calamitys-child]

Hi, are you comfortable saying who your top surgeon was? You look great! Totally understand if not. Either way thanks for sharing, love seeing guys that look similar to me, and congrats and hope you recover well!

Hi! Thank you sm!

So I'm on the NHS for my surgery and I personally had a fucking Saga of admin issues on my way which I don't yet have it all behind me enough to speak on at length, but what's most relevant here is that on the NHS you can't pick your surgeon, just your location/team. I ended up with Chelsea and Westminster, who are a pretty new pathway for gender affirmation surgery, even if some of the surgeons have been in the field for a While now.

The team is led by Victoria Rose, who I also had for my consultation - she also worked previously and I believe still does work with the NHS Manchester pathway. Her results, as I've seen from other people, are really good; I personally had a really difficult time with her at my consultation, but ymmv, I know other folk have got on great with her so maybe it was just me or she was just having an off day. Either way, I know she's a great surgeon, makes sense for her to be the team lead.

When I got my admission paperwork for surgery, it said I'd be with Giuseppe di Taranto. I hadn't seen much of his work online before the surgery - looking him up I found he works partly in the NHS and partly in the private sphere, the latter of which he has an instagram for showing some of his work.

On the actual day of my surgery, what happened was a sort of boy band in scrubs arrived in my room??? Honestly idk, I got 3 hot men who all said they'd be my surgery team and I genuinely couldn't tell you whether he was any of them I have handsome guy faceblindness (and also regular faceblindness). I'd been fasting for 14hrs, had 3hrs sleep, and was the most anxious I've ever been, not my greatest state for remembering details.

Pics under the cut for a healing update, if anyone is curious: contains scarring and medical equipment but no blood, which should give at least a sense of how it's going 2.5 weeks on!

At discharge, ~5hrs post surgery: I had to wear that post op binder 24/7 for the first week, no drains even though di Taranto apparently usually uses them? Unsure why but grateful not to have needed them

There was padding over the surgery site which we assumed was gauze but my partner discovered upon helping me wash with baby wipes was essentially just a huge strip of kitchen sponge which, hilarious

1 week post op, first dressings change: elated. Incisions almost completely closed, minimal bleeding or oozing, zero sign of infection. Right nipple graft doing perfectly, left nipple graft looking mostly okay but a little more fluid and scabbing. Redressed whole site and kept compression vest on, can now take it off for half an hour daily to wash, avoiding getting dressings wet - this will be the case til 4-6 weeks post op

2 weeks post op: incisions pretty much completely shut and frankly astonishingly neat so far, no signs of infection, just still fragile. Some swelling, particularly on left side, but not enough to cause concern - it's very very common after a mastectomy and usually mild swelling resolves on its own after a couple months, especially with the compression top and with gentle heat applied like a hot water bottle or something for 20 minutes a day. We're keeping an eye on it. Grafts still looking both good, right slightly neater than left. Discolouration near grafts in these pics is because the dressings we're using are soaked in iodine which disinfects but can stain the skin, it'll come off eventually in the shower.

Current plan is the grafts should be kept completely dressed for 6 weeks, redressed weekly, and I'll still wear the compression top for 6 weeks. Incisions are now down to just steri strip dressings until 4 weeks, at which point we can hopefully move to scar care - I have a 4wk follow up remote appointment with the Chelsea Westminster team to discuss then

[rotting-ink]

How the ros eep? On their side? Back? Bunch of pillows? One pillow? Blankies? PLUSHIES?

Gets a solid 8 hrs? Only catches 3hrs on a good night? Takes naps?

-not qui at 3am >< mwah!

L. Rawlins- Stock still. Grumbles in their sleep every now and then. On their back, hands on their stomach. Perfect for you to sleep in their side, on top of them, maybe even try to scooch under them. They don't move a muscle. Deep sleep that lasts about 6 hours.

S Della Rovere- During the daytime, they're out like a light, wherever they decided to sleep that night. Probably on some settee, on the floor pillows, rarely their bed.

Z Chambers- They don't sleep.

V De Winters- They're a side sleeper, always fitful. They never sleep longer than 4 hours at most. They usually drink quite a bit to get to sleep too. They're a gripper. Once you are near them, they're gripping your side or your clothes to keep you near.

Seir- They pretend to sleep just to see you coo at their animal form.

Saleos- Nope, not sleeping. Just likes to lie there and look pretty for you to shake your knees at.

Starling Knight- Usually sleeps in their office. Naps when they have a moment to. Needs a tea to go to sleep these days. Tosses and turns in a bed, and dead still in a chair.

A Lancaster-Back and side sleeper. Has a good routine, very hard to stir once asleep unless you use magic nearby them, then they spring up. Sleeps 7 hours and gets grumpy if they get used to you lying there with them and then wake up and you're not there.

E Rawlins- On their stomach, on top of a bunch of pillows, arm slung carelessly across the sheets, probably drooling and every now and then kicking their feet like they're chasing something. With a partner, they're fully practically on top of you, arm thrown over you and chest over most of you. Still kicks a bit but now might also sleepily chew on your shoulder.

Quincy Beaumont- Sleeps very little but doesn't seem like it affects them at all. Does their lotions and potions and powders and brew before bed, with their intricate hair and face routine. Sleeps soundly, quietly, looking majestic. Complains if you're gone too long from them.

D Woolf- Tosser and turner. Mumbles in their sleep.Jerks themselves awake and blearily reaches out for something, or someone. Usually you. Gets 5 hours of sleep roughly.

[o2studies]

༻`` 20 May 24 — Monday 46/60

🧡 academia >> I studied chemsitry for about 4 hours. Im exhausted. Didn't look over physics like I wanted to. My exam is tomorrow (help meeeee TvT)

🧡 physical health >> I exercised a good bit today (Im not gonna even try naming whatever it is I was going)

🧡 self care >> I walked my dog and sat under a tree for a while then ran with her for a lil bit

☀️ 8.20 I think 🌙 22.20ish

(^ yesterday's absolutely georgeous moon)

Also my screen time today was under 3hrs 30mins!!!! This past month (apart from maybe 2 days..) was upwards of 4 hours, generally above 5 or even 6 tho so Im super happy about this!! (even if it only counted for phone screen time)

And also thank you thank you thank you to each one of you who sent me the 'beautiful person' ask 💕💕💕💕 you guys are the absolute sweetest and right back at youse with them! <33

[bright-and-burning]

can i get real reflective real quick… im gonna do it anyways

ummmm this was the craziest most roller coasterest year of my whole ass fucking life. so much shit happened. i got my first ever adult job!!! i moved to a city id never even visited before!!! i wrote thirty five thousand words!!!! but also . i was (am?? does it count if you’re very well medicated??) clinically depressed for a loooot longer of this year than i initially wanted to acknowledge. and it took me Months to reach out and start getting help. but i did it! but also grief got weird this year. i’ve never felt more completely and utterly alone in my life. and i basically completely lost the college friend group i originally aimed for boston for.

but . so much of that i’m going into 2025 not worried about. the meds im on are fantastic for me. ok the grief thing i need to unpack still but im aiming to start therapy soon. i have realized that i was putting in massive amounts of effort for said friends (3hrs round trip to see them every time, hours and hours and $$$$ on baking for them, free tickets to special movie premieres, etc etc) even when i was in the Absolute Pits… and i wasn’t getting much back for it. and i wasn’t even having enough fun to justify it. so it’s kind of . a massive relief to know that im free of those expectations, both in a “oh thank god im not gonna have to transfer twice to get to their fuckin suburb anymore” sense and in a “oh thank god i don’t have to conform to the more rigid models of life (read: cis heteronormative models of success) that was kind of expected of me, albeit in a slightly queer way, by them” sense. so that’s . freeing. as fuck. given that the friends i do hang out w now are like. queer transit enthusiasts. and i trust in my abilities to get even closer w my new friends in the new year. and to make more!!!

this year sucked for like. a lot of reasons. and was great for a couple big reasons! but mostly sucked despite my (mostly) best efforts to make it good for myself. i watched 13 movies in 2024; 5 of them were this month. i read 4 books. which is actually really really disappointing. my goal for 2024 was 50, since i read 25 exclusively during the summer in 2023. turns out being depressed makes it really really hard to do fun things. and things in general.

buuuuut i also wrote a lot of fic, and made two video edits, and countless web weaves/photo edits, and endless numbers of beloved friends. so my most sincere thanks to all of you for being such a massive bright spot in the overall low this year has been. the advice, and shoulders to cry into, and cheering on… it means the world. don’t know where i’d be without it all.

so in 2025, i want to read more. watch more movies. laugh more. try new recipes (no more lemon and fish tho. christ alive). write more, and go out and try some completely random bullshit on a whim, and get back into art for Me, not the internet. i want to pull my oil paints out from under my bed and commit to finishing a painting!! i want to do all sorts of new things. and leave the house even after i get home from work.

basically. tldr i suppose. tomorrow is just another day. just another tomorrow (although i guess technically now it’s today?). but it’s also the first day of the first real and true year of eve. it’s gonna be good, bc im gonna go out there and make it good :)

[may-we-rest-well]

Drew Chizome Akaguro / Hero Killer Stain from My Hero Academia.

Wanted to see how he looked with his Stendhal hairstyle while also missing his nose.

This took me about 3hrs from start to finish.

Cursed sketches under the cut.