#...perhaps

[artsymeeshee]

I've always struggled when it comes to writing so to see so many supportive comments from my recent comics has been really uplifting. I'm always worried if I could give justice to these characters and make them sound believable while also maintaining in character, so to see I've been doing well so far is relieving. Definitely helps the motivation to make more. 💪

So... thanks :3 💜

[zoirohs]

NO MAN OF HER OWN (1950) dir. Mitchell Leisen

[stolitzsings]

Happy WIP Wednesday!! I wasn't planning on posting this until I finished Blitz's design, but I am feeling Extra Feral about them today and also I'm too excited about Stolas's design to wait 😍

This design—and my even attempting to draw human stolitz—was directly inspired by blitzwhore's AMAZING fic "You're Perfect (And Everything in Between)". If you haven't read it yet do yourself a favor and check out the first three chapters!! It's a human AU featuring (transmasc!!!🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️) Blitz as a tattoo artist and Stolas as a recently-divorced dad still in the early stages of exploring his own queerness 🥺🥺🥺

It's equal parts silly, horny, and deeply emotional, and the way blitzwhore writes makeout scenes is hotter than some straight-up sex scenes I've read 🥵🥵🥵 also their outfit descriptions are perfect and I can't wait to draw more of them!! 😍

Tagging @blitzwhore, @bookishcatcafe, @fuzzandfeathers, and anyone else who'd like to join, as always no pressure!! 😊💜

[heartbinders]

Taea @darkheartedprince challenged me so blame her for this

He's been having these weird dreams lately.

Adventures beyond his wildest imagination. Him and two others his age. A raft on the roiling waves. Creatures of the shadows, fended off by a blinding, brilliant light. Two companions, nonhuman but cherished all the same. Connections to others he never even knew, spanning across space and time. A key, a key, a key.

He always wakes up from those dreams in a cold sweat. More than once with tears rolling down his cheeks. And recently, it's been happening more and more.

Perhaps these dreams are all brought on by the knowledge he's had since arriving in this world that he's not supposed to be here. To him, and to Strelitzia, it's an afterworld. It's the only thing he knows for sure: he's arrived here, in this world, from somewhere else.

But where?

Could that be what his dreams are trying to tell him?

Six o'clock in the morning. Sora jolts awake from another vivid dream. A dream with several voices he's convinced he knows, can even put names to, all calling his name, begging him to come home. When he wakes, he's panting hard, already trying to replay the dream in his head so that he can at least remember the names he used to call out to all those voices. It's a clue, it's got to be. But as dreams do, it feels like they're slipping through his fingers like loose beach sand.

Who were they? What were their names? And why did he feel more awake in the dream than he ever has here?

Is any of this even real…or not?

Bzzt. Bzzt. With the first rays of dawn just barely beginning to peek through the slits in the blinds, it's the buzzing of Sora's phone that urges him awake instead. Despite the way his eyes threaten to flutter back shut, he grabs it from its place on his bedside table. Who could be trying to reach him this early in the morning...?

He clicks the button on the side, squinting at the intrusion of a screen whose brightness is much too high for this time of day. He...seems to be all caught up.

Ghost notification? That's weird...

With nothing new to read, the next thing his eyes fall upon is the date.

March 28th.

It's his birthday, already? That would make...how long since he's arrived in this world? Actually, does he even know? Why does it feel familiar to keep track, down to the day?

Bzzt. Bzzt.

One...one notification. And this time, there is actually something to show for it: a text from an unknown number.

Hey, Sora? If this goes through, can you reply? Everyone's just trying to make sure you're okay. Wherever you are, I hope you're alright. 🩷

Something within him stirs. Compelled by what should be the words of a stranger, he types up a reply with unsteady fingers.

Hey! I got your message! I'm okay!

— Message failed to send. Press and hold to retry.

Okay...press and hold.

Message failed to send. Message failed to send. Message failed to send.

❝ Why isn't it...? ❞

With a quiet groan, Sora lets the phone fall to his pillow. Stupid phone...oh well. He can sleep in a little today. Maybe he'll give that another shot later...if it's even worth it to try at all.

But then, as if sensing he was giving up —

Bzzt. Bzzt.

It's only one, at first. But then another. And another. And soon, a flurry of missed calls and texts, all from different unregistered numbers, keep his phone in a near constant state of buzzing.

Testing? Sora, reply if you see this.

Hey, Sora! When are you gonna read our messages already?!

Gosh, Sora, we've been looking everywhere for you! Just give us a little heads up if you see this so we know you're okay! Okay?

Countless texts, all like that, dating back as far as March — of last year. Hundreds of calls. Unheard voicemails not far behind. Oh, he's awake now.

Rocketing into a sitting position, Sora scrolls all the missed contacts, gawking at how sudden and numerous they are — all worried about him. And those are just the written messages.

107 unheard voicemails... Well, there's only one way to get through all 107 of them.

[ First message: ]

❝ ...Hey, Sora. It's me. ❞

Sora gasps.

❝ I don't know where you went this time, and Kairi's really worried about you... But I promised her I'd find you. You better answer next time I call. ❞

It all hits him like a truck. Every single hazy memory, rushing back like the flood that just hit his phone. Clearer than they've ever been before.

❝ Riku! ❞

The rest of the messages meld together from there, from coherent words into just voices in Sora's head. His head spins so hard and so fast, he can only pick out names from the rest of the word soup. Nothing more. But the names are all he needs.

So many different people that Riku names in each and every message. So many different texts. And yet after a point, even as contacts from the others start to thin out hopelessly, the calls all come from one number.

❝ Riku... ❞

Sora chokes on a sob. ❝ You guys...all of you... ❞

He's got to try and call him back. He's got to try... but as he taps through menu after menu, trying to figure out which unregistered number is the right one to call, he finds it doesn't matter which one he tries. All of them go dead the moment he dials.

He can't reach them...but by some miracle, in just that one moment in time, they reached him.

Maybe it's a gift from the universe.

It's March 28th. Everyone has been trying to reach Sora at least since March of last year. Today is his birthday. A new year of his life. And with it, a new resolve is born.

He furiously wipes away tears with one hand, and tosses the covers off of his body with the other. His feet hit the wood floors of the apartment, and he rushes to dress himself. He remembers it. He remembers all of it.

And he promised he was going to find a way back to them.

How could he forget something so important?

Just one more thing...Sora stops in a state of half-dress and reaches his hand in front of him. His eyes squeeze shut, his every muscle strains with concentration the likes of which he's never been capable of as long as he's been here. Come on, it has to still be possible in this world, right?!

A flash illuminates the whole bedroom.

Sora weeps with relief at the sight of the Kingdom Key's golden handle catching the morning sun.

[felinecabinet]

[ID: An uncolored sketch of Cabby from Inanimate Insanity. She has fangs and glasses added to her design. Cabby is holding her arms onto a desk as she leans into it, seeming exhausted. She asks herself, "Why do I keep doing this to myself?" with text to the upper right of her labeling her "sleep deprived". End ID.]

Constant mood

[hippolotamus]

Tagged by @panbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @heartbeatdiaz @spotsandsocks @prince-buck-diaz @alyxmastershipper @buddierights Thank you loves 🥰

Soooo, I, uh, may have started a new WIP today. It in no way resembles how I thought my writing would go today (I know, I know... when does it ever?)

Eddie Diaz is eleven years old when he meets the love of his life.  His parents have finally agreed to take the family on a vacation that isn’t a week away at Abuela and Abeulo’s ranch. They even got to ride on a plane for part of the trip.  From the balcony of their rented house, Eddie stares at the crashing waves of the Pacific, watching the water recede and roll back in again. He’s never seen anything like it in his life. How the sun reflects off the water, making it shimmer, like someone had dipped the ocean itself in gold. The endless stretch of sandy beach is a colorful mishmash of umbrellas, patterned towels and blankets, grown ups laying out, and kids gleefully running through the surf. There’s seagulls taking calculated dives for the chance of snatching someone’s sandwich, and other shorebirds cautiously skittering near the waterline. In the distance, there’s a pier to the left and right that he fully intends to explore.  At his mother’s instruction, he helps get his baby sister changed into her swimsuit while his parents pack bags and a cooler of drinks and snacks. Finally, finally his family leaves the house to search for an open patch to lay their things. An anxious current runs under his skin as he spreads out a large blanket and hastily sets up a folding chair. The sand under his toes is hot and gritty, making him all the more eager to be off dry land.  Before anyone can tell him what to do next, Eddie dashes away from the blanket, grinning from ear to ear. He loves the sound of his bare feet slapping against the cool, damp earth; how the foamy surf bubbles over his skin and blueish, greenish water laps at his shins, occasionally licking up his thighs. It’s warm and pleasant, heated from the midday sun, enticing him to wade in further.  Why did it take so many years for his parents to finally bring them here? Eddie tests out the water in every way he can think of – floating on his back, swimming out against the current, riding the waves back to shore. Out here he feels… free. There’s no expectation to be man of the house (whatever that means), do better in school so he can get into a good college later, or to babysit his sisters. Part of him wishes he could stay here in the ocean, uninhibited. At least he has five more days to just be before it all comes crashing down on him again.  He suddenly becomes aware of a commotion on the beach. People are shouting and he realizes they’re trying to get his attention. They point in his direction, but he’s still not entirely sure what he’s supposed to notice.  When Eddie looks around he realizes he’s drifted well beyond the other swimmers and his feet can’t touch bottom anymore. He doesn’t panic – not yet – he took swim lessons and can figure out a way back to shore. Eddie takes a deep breath and raises his right arm, ready to cut through the water one stroke and kick at a time. He’s just about to reach forward when he feels the wet, heavy smack on the back of his head, plunging him into darkness.

No pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @elvensorceress @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @heartshapedvows @911onabc @monsterrae1 @eowon @the-likesofus if you wanna

[beannary]

TRANSFEM RAPH MY BELOVED TY TY TY TY

YEAH YEAH YEAH I LOVE TRANSFEM RAPH SHES THE BEST AND I LOVE HER

[hazel-of-sodor]

[astriiformes]

I know that realistically you can only fit so many movies into a list of approximately 100, but I cannot take that "How many of tumblr's favorite movies have you seen?" list that's been going around seriously because there are some truly egregious omissions.

Some of it is very clearly recency bias, which makes me wonder if the op truly wasn't on here in 2013 or so, but you're telling me you made a list of "tumblr's favorite movies" that doesn't include Pacific Rim or Mad Max: Fury Road? Because, like, I was there, Gandalf.

[guiiay]

jinx and isha visit a walmart

[corviiids]

btw it is sexy and cool to uplift and admire people who have skills you wish you had without using their ability as a stick to beat yourself with. even and especially if you are jealous of them.

[dullanyan]

a few weeks ago i needed worcestershire sauce for a recipe but i didnt have any so i had to leave it out.

u are never gonna believe what i found in the cabinet today, unopened, probably has been there for months,

[angelofdumpsterfires]

presented without comment

[word-count-bullet-count]

I've been seeing a lot of knight posts recently. pretty great

[shrylia]

Who are you?