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Life Update (Good!)

Good evening my beautiful, fabulous friends!

I realize I haven't been active much. Although I've been medium motivated to write and art (been frequenting figure drawing classes in Oakland. The 510 Firehouse- highly recommend!) there's been so little time between work and moving preparations. MOVING!

It's been exactly a year since I took a gap year following freshman year in DC, and in about three weeks I'm heading back! I was recently scammed out of $1600 and a secure identity in my rental search AND the company I work for has no DC availability (even though i spoke with the manager and she said yes arg)- we soldier on! As of now, we've got no accommodations, no job, and no internship

But i have a one way ticket and by GOD i am getting on that plane.

Sigh-

Ahem. anyways. so between applications, meeting with potential roommates and landlords, securing an epic fall course schedule, planning a 3500 mile move, getting my license (behind-the-wheel test on Tuesday- wish me luck!), working through some very intense trauma-related revelations while trying to stay sane, working 13 hour days, and saying goodbye to friends, family, and co-workers I've been very busy

I'm so behind on usuk fanfics on ao3 its driving me crazy TT

With my gap year almost at an end, I could not be more grateful for the ability to take a step back from school to reassess my mental approach and gain some much need experience (we do the SEX, we WORK, we DRIVE, we make $$, it's all good stuff). I think the best thing I've learned over the last year is the amount of initial effort you've gotta input into just about everything to get anything worthwhile. There's been so must rejection when I've poured my heart out. That type of rejection is absolutely devastating, but learning to not put all your eggs into one basket and the usual outcome that something does work out is an unbeatable high. Like FUCK YEAH. I DID THAT SHIT.

I've gotten much more comfortable being uncomfortable.

I thought I was when I entered my freshman year, but instead I used the unconscious coping mechanisms learned as a kid dealing with an alcoholic parent. In the face of prolonged discomfort, I self isolated, slacked on school work to engage in solitary activities like hiking and art and writing and jogging, and only managed to get work done by bullying myself into anxiety and hate-induced all-nighters every two weeks. I didn't join clubs, didn't make friends, and felt miserable.

A part of me is terrified I'll repeat the same mistakes, but I really don't think so. I hope I don't. If nothing else, I have a new perspectives of what's to gain by putting myself out there, socially. There's so much to gain and i can see that now. I knew the consequences of not, but this year revealed the outcome of.

Anyways. TLDR I am extremely busy, but I'm catsitting two very sweet babies right now, and hope everyone is doing exceptionally.

Love,

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Help Wanted: Knowing TF2 Beta

Anyone potentially interested in beta-ing my first ever TF2 fic? The noob gameplay knowledge is lacking.

It's essentially an Upward Payload set-up, then storm cuts off tele communication n medical shipments, revealing an unfortunate team-wide dependency of the medigun's headache-like alleviating abilities.

The vibe's meant to be comedic, gory, and whumpy

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Really appreciated y’all’s feedback on my last redraw. I totally agree that the first one (2021), while lacking in many areas, had MUCH superior vibes of intimacy and general composition.

I’ve been marinating in an art funk (the bad type) but redraws come easy enough and I survived many hideously long air and trains rides last week to put more attention into this guy.

Check out the first redraw and I’d love to hear some feedback/key smashing tags/comments!

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Day 5 of @historical-hetalia-week, 1800-1945

For my first time working with animation, love the final GIF! Been obsessing over cowboy fashion lately (recently came into possession of a mighty fine cowboy hat). Chaps, stirrup pants, dusty horse kisses, western bowties, western saddles- GAH! Gotta love a cowboy!

|| Accidentally deleted old account, please follow and reblog! ||

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hey

would there be interest in a hetalia whump themed event?

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Same feller, different sketchbook

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My boy. My sweet boy

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Mother of all that is pretty look how AWESOME this art is . @hwsforeignrelations delivered on her trade for my birthday and OMG just OMG

LOOK AT HOW CUTE THE ART IS . Someone help me I will have a heart attack. Go admire them @hwsforeignrelations

Do it you better go admire them and their talents !!! 💘💕❤️

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Ahhhh they are the sweetest!

Mother of all that is pretty look how AWESOME this art is . @hwsforeignrelations delivered on her trade for my birthday and OMG just OMG

LOOK AT HOW CUTE THE ART IS . Someone help me I will have a heart attack. Go admire them @hwsforeignrelations

Do it you better go admire them and their talents !!! 💘💕❤️

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My decent into the TF2 fandom has been violent, disruptive, and extremely worth it

Pigeon spotted in San Francisco, very #mediccore

WIP Fic

“Doktor…”, the hulking giant of a man began hesitantly, craning his neck to avoid the German man’s elbows as the middle-aged man searched shoulder-deep in Heavy’s ribcage for… whatever it was he was looking for.

“Ja?” Medic asked, tone distracted and far away. His nose joined his hands, and before Heavy could follow up his question an exclamation of joy erupted from the doctor, filling the medical bay like the voice of a maniacal God.

“Wunderbar!” Medic held the glittering lump of dripping organ to the light, a proud child displaying his science project to the Heavens for their approval. “Hahahaha! Look, Heavy, look! Such beauty.” Medic held the object under the Russian’s nose, blood running in rivulets through fingers to stain the patient’s uniform.

Heavy nodded, leaning his head away from the object of his friend’s delight and pushing a convincing smile onto his face, looking at the doctor. “Is very, er, pretty, Doktor. Move from Heavy’s face now, please.”

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My decent into the TF2 fandom has been violent, disruptive, and extremely worth it

Pigeon spotted in San Francisco, very #mediccore

WIP Fic

“Doktor…”, the hulking giant of a man began hesitantly, craning his neck to avoid the German man’s elbows as the middle-aged man searched shoulder-deep in Heavy’s ribcage for… whatever it was he was looking for.

“Ja?” Medic asked, tone distracted and far away. His nose joined his hands, and before Heavy could follow up his question an exclamation of joy erupted from the doctor, filling the medical bay like the voice of a maniacal God.

“Wunderbar!” Medic held the glittering lump of dripping organ to the light, a proud child displaying his science project to the Heavens for their approval. “Hahahaha! Look, Heavy, look! Such beauty.” Medic held the object under the Russian’s nose, blood running in rivulets through fingers to stain the patient’s uniform.

Heavy nodded, leaning his head away from the object of his friend’s delight and pushing a convincing smile onto his face, looking at the doctor. “Is very, er, pretty, Doktor. Move from Heavy’s face now, please.”

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Rant time, because I feel like tying rather than writing hehe

Ok so its been about seven months into my gap year and i could not be more thankful that I took it. just WOW its one thing when a plan accomplishes what you thought it would, and another entirely when it reveals and begins solving issues you didn't even know were present

For the summer I was mostly traveling, and between that I was pet sitting for money and stressing HARD about finding an internship and job, getting a license, being a virgin (I FELT LEFT OUT DONT MAKE FUN OF ME) generally just feeling like a failure and begging that this year didn't go to waste because I lost motivation and returned to school worse than I left

Fast forward to now: Certified not virgin, a clerk in a small firm with people I really like, a barista in San Fran and working 13 hours three days a week, and 7 hours the other two, with the best sleep schedule I've ever darned had, making bank, learning all the information I'll need when I'm out of school, and (most importantly) learning that a minimum wage job, while fine, is NOT what I want for myself in the long haul, but that the constant stimulation is something I ADORE day-to-day

This level of contented exhaustion is so unfamiliar, and I'm realizing I was missing this in high school. I had this concept of daily free-time being a given and a necessity, where now it's an occasional luxury. But the best part is, all this energy being pouring into each day doesn't just leave and disappear into a black hole.

Instead, it enters this system that, after a good night's rest, comes back to you and FURTHER motivates, makes each day easier than the last, because each day is getting me closer to where i want to be.

It's amazing to, for the first time, feel I'm exactly where I need to be right now.

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beautiful sassy babies as illustrated by the ever-talented @temnayajija!!!!

Please notice the GORGEOUS shading and colors everywhere, their facial expresions ljefbvjkwdnckc and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I ADORE I DELIGHT I SCREECH MY BABIES IN THE MOST GLORIOUS FLESH

One favorite I have about their style is this intersection of definite shapes, complimented with bursts of colors and their use of different-colored linart depending on what's next to it it just MUAH just brings all these wonderfulness to make smth so wholly WHOLE

Thank you @temnayajija for taking my commission!!! I will stare at this for eternity and cry happy tears