#BUT ITS SOMETHING

[mechliker]

ehugrrhhhh

[in-a-cave-with]

tonyru crumbs 😭

[chunkysoup22]

boar on the floor !

[spontaneousmusicalnumber]

PLEASE this leap day be nice be normal. 4 years ago my birthday was barely mentioned cause of covid starting. 8 years ago everyone was freaking out about Leonardo dicaprio getting an Oscar. I better see some real 2/29 posting this year

[k0t3x-n3t]

Akutagawa spotted !!!

Now to not draw anything for 3 months (motivation is a hard buy these days)

[werewolfwillow]

look at this lil guy

[rainreignreine]

alright here you go. nishiki toxic edit (i accidentally set the poll to a week forgive me)

can you tell this was originally made for instagram

[rottenr0ckets]

SOMEONE WE HAD HUGE ISSUE WITH FINALLY GOT EXPOSSED AND A WHOLE GOOGLE DOCUMENT LETS GOOO‼️‼️‼️‼️

[barking]

fuuuuuck im on the last episode of the magnus archives. after all the years. this is gonna be rough

[ramblingdrama]

he looks so good.

[girlnextvore]

making my fursona Elmer Fudd so the bunny girls know im down for something

[rielzero]

I get so annoyed when the face doesn't come out how I want it, so I settle for good enough.

[sag-dab-sar]

"Genertive AI is the nuclear bomb of the information age"

"What was first conceived as a conspiracy theory by world governments to control the population came true not because DARPA or the CIA deemed it so but because some tech bros in California recklessly released a self improving revolutionary universally applicable technology to hundreds of millions of people without our consent."

-🔹-

"The Internet may not be dead in the way the original conspiracy theory claimed. It may not even be dead in the way I claim here. But what seems indisputable is that the internet has changed for the worst. It doesn't feel as fun or as creative or as connecting or as endlessly interesting. Generative AI has come along with a good enough simulacrum of human intelligence and poisoned the well. How we purify it, I don't know"

[reachartwork]

just got the blaze report back and i'm extremely glad that i could help get the ball rolling on the native american stuff going on in wikipedia. feelsgoodman.png. the shit itself drives me insane with anger so it would be nice to hold the bad actors accountable.

[lilyrizzy]

Omg here’s another prompt you could do a billion different things with: Max going to visit Victoria to meet Lio after his first championship in “my own cloud”

sorry this probably sucks! hope u like some parts anyway & thank you for always chatting about this au & many others with me :)

cw: hints at child abuse but nothing explicit

“Are you sure your dad isn’t going to be there?” Daniel asks, thumbnail stuffed into the corner of his mouth. When he takes the digit away, a spot of blood is stuck to his stubble.

Max tries not to roll his eyes, to ask Daniel to just stop worrying, please, because he is trying to be better about it. Daniel knowing, Max suddenly being made of glass with the way he can see right through him.

He wants to suck the raw skin surrounding Daniel's nail bed into his mouth, to lathe over the ache with his tongue until it's soothed. An apology, as much as a reminder.

“He is in Belgium,” Max tells him instead, again, foot already over the threshold of their apartment, “and Victoria is of course in Rotterdam. I think he will not make the trip until after Christmas.”

Daniel doesn't look convinced, shifting from one foot to the other before eventually stepping forward to take Max’s sleeve and tug him back from the no man’s land that anything outside of their four walls has become.

“At least give me a kiss before you go.”

--

On the plane, Max is less certain. Tries to convince himself that it will be okay if his dad is there, that so will Victoria and Tom and his mum too, maybe, but it does little to calm him when that never stopped anything before.

It’s over, he reminds himself. Now, I am too old.

--

It’s Tom that answers the door, looking exhausted. It’s the first thing Max notices about him before his eyes slide from his face to instead over his shoulder, to the pile of shoes lined in the hallway. As though that would give anything away. “Come in, mate,” he says, kind but not overly familiar. He’s older than Max, but Max pays for the house where he sleeps next to Max’s sister every night, for the car he drives. It dampened any genuine chance of friendship between them a long time ago, and Max is mostly okay with that. Taking care of his sister is what matters.

There’s that smell that reminds Max of her right from the hallway, that he remembers from when they were very small, seeping out from underneath her bedroom floor before he would knock and call for her through the wood, dinner time, Victoria. He didn’t like going into her bedroom, full of pink soft things that made his fingertips itch.

“Max!” she cries now happily from the sofa, where she looks up from the wriggling bundle in her arms. Early morning sunlight shining through the window lighting her smile up all gold, the baby soft and pink and-

“Oh, there he is,” Max says stupidly, mirroring her smile as he takes a step towards them.

She hands Lio over easily once Max has sunk into the cushions beside her, doesn’t lecture him on how to hold his head because he knows now from last time, almost one year ago to date.

He's perfect.

“You’re the world champion,” she says, voice sounding thick with tears with a hand on his shoulder, but Max can’t turn his head to look, eyes only for the bright blue ones looking up at him. A clock somewhere wound all the way back twenty four years. Twenty two. Seven.

“He is so small,” Max says in awe, and Victoria laughs.

“Max,” she says, and Max knows she wants him to talk about the race, what it felt like to win. He doesn’t want to.

“He is tiny,” he repeats, and this time she snorts.

“In my dreams, 8lb chunk that he is. He’s a Verstappen through and through.”

Her words settle like a stone in his stomach, uncomfortable and heavy. He wants to shake his head, to tell her that no, Lio can’t be. He’s too little. Instead, he strokes a finger over Lio’s brow, feeling it furrow under his touch.

“Has-“ Max swallows, “has dad been to see him yet?”

Victoria shakes her head, not diming her smile or taking her eyes away from her newborn son. Reaching out, she traces one fingertip gently over the opposite eyebrow, mirroring.

“Good,” Max says, on instinct before he can choke on the words as a way to keep them inside, and then cringes at the way it makes her head snap up, smile gone. “I just mean- Just-“

“Come on Max, this is-“ she doesn’t say the word silly, but Max knows she was about to. “You should put this disagreement, over Daniel or whatever, behind you. I know he misses you. I want us to be able to spend time together as a family again.”

Max nods, but his eyes are fixed on the lions covering Lio’s baby grow. On the front there are 15 of them, printed tiny, and Max wonders if there are so many on the back.

“Hello baby Lio,” Max says after a beat, ignoring her. “Welcome to the world.”

“Max, Dad did a lot for you,” Victoria tries again, lifting Lio out of his arms as easy as anything.

I’ve done a lot for him, Max thinks bitterly, but won’t ever say. I’ve done a lot for all of us.

[theunconcernedembalmer]

so. leans on the counter. gate huh. slips off the counter and falls flat on my fa