#I blame work

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

I have so many drawing ideas for Poll and Tequilla but alas. My hands don't want to work with me.

[baronessblixen]

There's one thing I can always count on and that is my inabilty to fall asleep at a reasonable time. Or at all.

[silverstreams]

I know it’s been a while since I updated TLG but I have been low on spoons for months now @.@

[twilightknight17]

WELP. It's that time of year again.

It completely snuck up on me. -_-;;;

My writing braincells have been AWOL since finishing Time's End, despite my best efforts, or I prolly would have tried to write something for 2/2.

Summoning circle to bring the braincells back so I can work on things again:

[softnsquishable]

how is it fair to have multi day food poisoning and then a really painful (early!) period in the span of four days AND interrupted sleep every night the entire week

[rangersoup]

Gosh. Hanging out with normal people always reminds me of how absolutely fucked my life style is.

[theyoungraven]

Why do two rp responses look like the biggest task ever right now?

[tanjirotangerine]

when i started driving, me and my best friend went everywhere together, and i mean Everywhere, everyday. we always used my phone to play music and she always had the aux, therefore was always on my phone. when we would get out of the car, she always remembered to grab it for me, and for months after we stopped being friends, i always forgot to grab it out of habit. i miss her but i dont want to be her friend

[lil-lemon-snails]

Their cable management leaves something to be desired...

Transcript: Sun: "Gentle... Gentle Little Star. GENTLE." y/n: "Relax Sunny. You're like a mechanical junk drawer in here." Sun: "That's not our fault!!" y/n, muttering: "Then stop eating glitter glue."

No text under cut! :3

[eruhamster]

There have been multiple times where I've seen people are like "haha Hua Cheng made up a story about being kicked out so Xie Lian would take him in haha so silly" so I just wanted to point this out.

He was quoting himself from when he was a little boy.

He was scared to just outright say who he was, but he kept trying to jog Xie Lian's memory (though ofc being a ghost with a photographic memory, he may not have remembered that normal people don't remember things from 800 years ago). He was constantly quoting himself. He showed Xie Lian the palm of his hand with the intention that Xie Lian see his totally fucked up fate and realize who he is.

To be honest... Hua Cheng doesn't really lie to Xie Lian. He lies by omission sometimes, but he does not outright lie. And I feel like people are missing something by apparently not being aware that Hua Cheng was trying to tell Xie Lian who he was, without telling him.

That's why he started trembling and laughing when Xie Lian recalled the story of the suicidal boy that Xie Lian told 'live for me!' - The entire time, he thought Xie Lian forgot about him. Until then.

[hmura-hmara]

No thoughts, head full of dinluke

[skyrigel]

Simon had him and you all convinced that it was just sex and nothing more.

“No attachment.” He always said, everytime — sometimes so hurried and forgotten that it's just mumbled against your mouth before he's shoving his tongue down your throat.

Sometimes with so much urgency that it's lost between your moans, no attachment, babe, no attachment. And you believed him because it was really just sex, wasn't it ? There were no pretty dates and no fancy dinner at ritz, maybe those poorly wrapped ones he pretended he had not ordered and takeouts he brought along...but oh please, no attachments!

But maybe sometimes about those walks in the city where he would not so subtly grasp your hand, and you would catch him stealing glances at you while a teenager fiddled with his guitar, rhyming she came, my world lit with narcotic, I am addict.

No attachment but Simon's standing outside your workspace when it's raining —“I thought you might need it.” holding up the umbrella but those two words were there again when you were knee deep in the passanger seat and he was eating you out... because it was casual, right ? No attachment.

And it really didn't burn and ached until you got sick, real sick — puking your guts out and coughing until your ribs gave up, surely he wasn't the best role model of no attachment when he was panting to death as he picked your unconscious frame from the floor, you still remember the faint whisper of his ‘please don't leave me, please, please don't —’ over and over.

And if he wanted for no attachment then he should be gone. Gone and not come back because it was just sex...

Simon shouldn't be mopping the floor, and stirring your soup and touching your forehead every five minutes.

No attachment then why he's loading your grocery and taking out trash and doing your laundry, why he's wiping your tears and telling you it's going to be alright.

Why he's not leaving like he always did because there were no attachment right, but he's right here, tucking you in bed and washing your hair and reading you book.

“Is it some eccentric joke ? Why this Zaid is always growling ?—also when you get alright... we're gonna try it out, lovie.”

You blushed, but it wasn't just what he was suggesting but that word, it felt good.

“S-say it again.” You whispered, shifting your head in pillow. Simon turned back a page he was reading from, your scrunchie on his wrist.

“Zaid growled—” You screwed your face,“—oh, we'll try it—”

“last word. Your last word.”

“Oh.” He said, “Lovie...you don't like it ?”

You shaked your head, sniffing very unsexy-ly

“Call me that...I love it.” Simon pushed up the book up his face, his neck was pulsing with his many veins and you knew the blush that would be blooming on his hard face. Cute.

“Again.” You tilted your head, to get a look at his flushed out face.

“Okay Lovie...sleep now.” He grumbled, flicking your bedside lamp off and bookmarking the book with one of your scrunchie he removed from his wrist.

“Huh...Good night baby.” You said, waiting to be corrected, waiting for those two words to come and upside down it all.

But they never came, like they never even existed, never had a meaning to them at all.

No attachment, lost forever in darkness.

“G'night lovie.” He said so sweetly, and when you closed your eyes this time, you only saw daylight.

Grim Reaper! Simon

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[baronessblixen]

Just to freak you out—

I have 2 more stories to go in my X-Files Christmas treasury. 1-20 have been typed out and saved. Number 21 is being typed out tonight. Also fully typed out and saved: Numbers 22 and 25. That leaves numbers 23 and 24 to write, type out, and save. How have I kept track? Witchcraft.

Also…

I guess this rate means that I’ll finally have time to write & upload the last 3 chapters (😢😢😢) of 1952.

That's amazing! Congrats :) Meanwhile I once again haven't written since Fictober. I'm really looking forward to the last Chapters of 1952!!

[helmip]

🌿🔔🧶🐉🧶🔔🌿

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

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[borgialucrezia]

A CLOCKWORK ORANGE (1971) dir. by Stanley Kubrick

"I think roughly 10 years after it came out, I had a realization that I was part of something that was pretty extraordinary. You can either accept it, smile, go with it, or never talk about it again. And I decided, listen, I made the bloody movie. I put a lot of myself in that part and I'm extremely proud of it. I loved working with Stanley. And for the most part, we have a great time. So I think I'll take the road of, yep, I'm proud of it. I love it. That's it." — MALCOLM MCDOWELL