Well. I have now. And let me tell you how these sudden feelings just kicked me in the chin and sent me rolling down the hill towards Emotions Town 🥺🥺🥺 Ilysm this made my NIGHT
(i listened to this on repeat while drawing, i think lyricstranslate has it in english if anyone's curious)
Henry likes to sleep on his side. Sometimes on his stomach, depending how exhausted he is—a challenge Alex takes very seriously—but mostly on his side. Curled up with a hand under his pillow, sleeping like the dead as if to make up for all the sleepless nights that came before it, before them, and that is perhaps the thing Alex takes most seriously of all.
Anyway, as for Alex—Alex likes to sleep as close to Henry as he can possibly get.
It doesn’t always start out that way. Certainly not when they first moved in together, because David was used to that side of the bed, and there was an adjustment period in which Alex was thisclose to drawing up a shared custody agreement but ended up bribing David with a dog bed shaped like a Jaffa Cake instead.
(“He’s a dog, love,” said Henry to him, patiently. They both watched as David immediately plopped himself with a soft thwump onto the cushion, which looked less like a Jaffa Cake and more like someone’s idea of a Jaffa Cake now that Alex was seeing it in person.
“Yeah? And?”
“Oh, nothing,” said Henry wryly. “Only that, you know, you just tried to buy off a dog.”
“Not tried,” said Alex, mouth sliding sideways into something triumphant. “Succeeded.”
And if Henry rolled his eyes at him, Alex let it pass because they both knew Alex was the sore winner here. David had already ceded most graciously to him, having long gotten used to being kicked out of their bedroom even when they weren’t using it, strictly speaking, to sleep.)
It took me like two hours to process that Caleb's description of dunamis actually was somewhat new information and then go back to grab the transcription because, uh, both "form of magic that exists between the fabric of all of forces of power" and "one of the oldest and most fundamental forces" are far more confidently firm descriptions than we ever got in campaign 2.
Was I actually roughly correct about what dunamis was??? HELLO???
[Transcript] I consume, and love, art made by humans. I am completely moved by that. And I'm not interested in illustration made by machines and the extrapolation of information.
I talked to Dave McKean, which is a great artist, and he told me his greatest hope is that AI cannot draw. It can interpolate information but it cannot draw. It can never capture a feeling or a countenance or the softness of a human face, y'know?
So, I think that certainly if that conversation was being had about film, it'd hurt deeply, and I would think it, as Miyazaki says, 'an insult to life itself'. [/end transcript]
Imagine you have to set up yakumo's enclosure for the next couple months. How do you set it up and what do you put in there?
oh NO.! THE PROPPHECY HAS BEenm FUFILLED
i am standing in my room, leggies rooted to the floor. i am in shock .frozen and i have no idea how to proceed. there is a perpetual pathetically sobbing serpent under my blankie.
I want to go to a club and try to dance with someone and flirt just so I actually understand how to write a part of a fic I'm writing. I swear I'm getting desperate.