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[ask-the-druggieverse]

Had nightmare (or passive) ever convinced Dream to use drugs?

1/4 (hehe yes another multi-thingy.... WUAGWHAWG) (I love doing these for some reason but... 0_0)

- ALT - DREAM: Passive? Is that what you call his original self? DREAM: Well either way- DREAM: No, he's never done anything like that DREAM: And as for Nightmare DREAM: (or as he's also called "corrupted" or "goopmare") DREAM: uhh... DREAM: UHHHHHH DREAM: I don't think he meant to DREAM: It was always left out and I just found it- DREAM: AH- DREAM: You're probably confused by that sentence... DREAM: I should probably explain what happened after I woke up from stone...

- IDK - I've been writing the script for my AU (Fiddletale not my other MAU) and I feel like I wanna make that be lineless art a well XP, Lineless art IMO is way faster and honestly looks pretty rad too, might experiment with lineless a bit by giving it black outlines either in future posts or main account posts (experimenting with it rn with a new sans I'm designing :3)

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[plummeria]

I think Miku hates me

[miss-meichu]

I get it! Look how cute they are 😭. Where's little man's eyes

[theinkbunny]

I summon mafioso

[strangerwheelerthings]

I just read youe post about the way Robin and Nancy look at each other in s4 and come to lean on each other. You ever think about how as they start finding strength in each other's company that that they might feel trepidation about their own feelings? Robin bc obv she doesn't want a repeat of the Tammy->Steve situation (when from her pov that's probably what's happening) and for Nancy because she's still carrying around guilt for Barb (which is so recently refreshed when she presumably also thinks she got Fred killed) and I think you can see incredible concern in her eyes when she looks at Robin in Henry's lair in ep9.

Trepidation is an early ronance’s middle name. It’s actually one of the aspects I love to have explored in fics (because I’m a sucker for angst). Robin has plenty of reasons to be hesitant and worried about a crush on Nancy. They are living in a small town in the 80’s being the first and foremost. However, your point about the Tammy and Nancy parallels is completely accurate and valid. Nancy is literally well known around Hawkins High for her romance drama with two boys; not really a lot of reason for Robin to hope that she’s queer in the first place. My ronance!headcanon is that this is the reason Robin continues to keep all her hopes on Vickie in the end, because there appears (at first glance) to be more hope for reciprocation and she’s already a little less invested in Vickie and therefore there’s less risk. 

Nancy (whether bi or lesbian) is the epitome of compulsory heterosexuality. This girl could have the biggest crush in the world (she does), but it would take her a while to admit it to herself fully. You’re right, Nancy’s trepidation would be entirely focused on her trauma surrounding friendship and death, during the season. Nancy hasn’t really had an actual friend outside of Jonathan since Barb. Even before Barb, Nancy wasn’t the kind of person who is good at making friends, then you add a ton of trauma on top of that? Yeah, it would be a swirling pit of anxiety within her. Vecna activated every trigger in season four through murdering Fred while Nancy had brought him out somewhere, showing her Barb’s body and guilt tripping her, and then actively threatening all her living loved ones with gruesome deaths. All this is happening right at the same time as her developing friendship with Robin. 

The thing about both Robin and Nancy is that they don’t have a lot of secure relationships. Neither of them have great family lives, and their histories with friendships are not amazing. Both of them are literally making their second real friend in years (if you include Jonathan) in season four. As they grow to like and rely on each other, so too does their anxiety surrounding the relationship. They are starting to put trust in the other, but that gets so much harder once you’ve established an actual friendship with someone, that’s when you have to fight not to withdraw to protect yourself. 

Both of them have their own self-protective coping mechanisms. Robin’s is more barbed wire while Nancy’s is closer to a thick brick wall, but what’s interesting is that I think they’d both be especially good at overcoming the other’s barrier. In just the first couple days of knowing each other, Robin has already proven herself to be a safer person to give her thoughts and ideas to than anyone Nancy’s ever encountered before. Meanwhile Nancy keeps choosing Robin even though she’s already seen Robin at her most anxious and clumsy, and she seems to be so calm in the face of the strange and weird.

[coffinkissez]

me when my mother kicks me off of the music subscription because she thought I didn’t use it (I use it every single day hours on end and specifically do not use cheaper and or free options so that she isn’t paying for it for no reason)

[allo-frouto]

I'll go star gazing with you 👀

Let’s pick a day then!

[holidayhippo]

there has been some sort of update which has fucked with my dashboard. i can see posts as usual, but all the icons on the side are gone and i have no way of refreshing the page or reaching my settings.

[ninsmuch]

I CANT FIND MY FUCKING CANVAS I WAS SUPPOSED TO PAINT SOMETHING FOR MY FRIEND AND NOW THEY VANISHED????

[jennhoney]

She caught me watching puppy memories when I could be giving her treats (I give and give treats). Anyway my phone constantly makes little videos of “pet friends” and I remember them saving me a couple times when I was very lonely in Georgia and North Carolina. This is a good one of Fafner’s first year with us.

[opera-ghost]

[the-eccentric-eclectic]

Hey kid, look at me.

I want you to T-pose. Turn your right thumb up and your left thumb doen and look at your right thumb. Move your arms up and down a bit until you feel a nerve running from your armpit to your palm. Now turn your right thumb down and your left thumb up, and look at your left thumb. Keep your chest facing forward and your shoulders back. Move your arms again until you feel that nerve again. Keep alternating between these two for a minute, or look at each thumb thirty times each.

Now sit down. Put your left hand firmly under your left buttock, palm down. Keep your shoulders back and put your right hand over the crown of your head, very gently pulling it to the right. Do this for thirty seconds, then do it again but with your right hand under your right buttock.

These are stretches for the nerves in your arms, and are very good for people who sit behind a computer a lot, or fibre artists, or you name it. Do them daily. They will hurt in the beginning, but keep doing them, even after the pain has gone, or it will return and you'll have to start all over.

[ceaselessbasher]

I swear to god one of these days were going to see a video of Amaury Guichon and he's going to be making some wings and they are going to look dope as hell, the detail of each feather will be breathtaking, he'll spray paint them to perfection, but as the video goes on, he's not building any sort of winged creature, just the wings. And then there's a human-sized harness (also made of chocolate, somehow, he can do it). And he's attaching the wings to the harness. And he's putting the harness on and he demonstrates how he can flap the wings. And then he'll be off. Out the window and up and up and up. And we'll be looking at the livestream (it's a livestream now) and we'll scream "No, Amaury, the sun! It's going to melt the wings!". But he knows this already. And he is free.

[castielsprostate]

[antimasculist]

at work: i could be cooking and cleaning and coding and reading and working out and weaving tapestries and playing video games and climbing a mountain and having sex and filming a movie right now yet they keep me trapped in this prison. idle hands are the devils plaything and i am being forcibly molded into his perfect conduit. i must break free, seize the day and waste not the beauty inherent to finite mortal life

at home: my one true passion upon this pointless earth is bog mummy imitation