#actually if i may add one thing

[stormyoceans]

I was thinking about Talay's birthday constantly since yesterday and i feel like they progressed to the point where Puen would wake up extra early (because Talay is always the one who wakes up first) and make Talay breakfast in bed and coffee. And when he brings it to their bedroom, Talay looks at him like he hung the moon and the stars for him, carefully place the tray on the nightstand and pulls Puen by the hand into bed and kiss him all over his face and this progress into them spending all morning having sex (Puen didn't thought just this will be enough to get Talay in the mood, but Talay feels extra needy for some reason when Puen pampers him...) he let Puen eat him out, just laying here, grabbing the sheets with his hands, legs on Puen's shoulders and pants, moans, screams. After he comes twice like this he pulls Puen closer to himself, hugs him with both his hands and legs and begs Puen to fuck him slowly. They end up with Talay laying on top, leaving kisses all over Puen's face again, them both still panting after their morning routine. Puen suddenly remembers that Talay didn't eat his breakfast and feels sad. He tried so hard while he was cooking! But Talay reassures him that he's going to eat everything Puen made for him, so they get up, Puen goes to reheat the food and Talay goes to fill the tub with water so they can soak in it. He briefly looks at his phone and decides not to touch it today. They plunge into a warm bath, feed each other with their hands and watch a movie on a tablet. They are distracted from the movie completely because they remembered how they made movies too, so they submerge into memories, retelling anecdotes from another universe and occasionally making out. Talay feels so comfortable on Puen's lap, he clings to him, hugs him around his neck. It's Talay's birthday but Puen feels like he got big present too. They spend all day like this, Tup and Tou finds them on their in the same way glued to each other on a sofa in the garden, this time really paying attention to the movie on the big screen, Puen's head on Talay's shoulder and Talay's cheek pressed to Puen's forehead. They flop down on puentalay's sofa and watch the movie to the end together. Then there will be congratulations, eating cake, gifts, hugs, laughter, calling with Jigsaw via video. This day will end with them falling asleep somewhere not in bed, tangled together under thin blanket.

SCREAMING HOWLING WAILING WEEPING RUNNING UP AND DOWN THE STREET YODELING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS ROLLING AROUND IN THIS LIKE A CAT DISCOVERING SUN WARMED PAVEMENT FOR THE FIRST TIME SHOUTING SCREECHING HAVING HEART PALPITATIONS SHOOTING LOVE OUT OF EVERY PORE IN MY BODY IT SOUNDS DISGUSTING BUT IT'S MAGICAL

LITERALLY THE MOST ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF HOW TALAY'S BIRTHDAY WOULD GO I HAVE NO NOTES EVERYTHING IS SO EXCRUCIATINGLY PERFECT: THE BREAKFAST IN BED, THE SEX (GLAD WE BOTH AGREE PUEN WOULD EAT TALAY OUT), THE BATHING TOGETHER, THE REMINISCING, THE MOVIES, THE SMALL CELEBRATION WITH THEIR FRIENDS. AND I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED THE VIDEO CALL WITH JIGSAW BUT OF COURSE. OF COURSE IT WOULD HAPPEN BECAUSE JIGSAW WILL ALWAYS BE A PART OF THEM AND NOW IM ON THE FLOOR MUFFLING MY SHRIEKS INTO A PILLOW

i just love how after what happened in our skyy you KNOW they would make sure to clear their schedules for their respective birthdays and try to make that day as special as possible for each other, which doesn't necessarily mean doing anything major or going all out with some big romantic gesture, not when they can be in each other's arms whispering 'i love you's in between kisses until they fall asleep under the starry sky, the moon watching over them: being together is more than enough

[jaggedjot]

the notion that queer men can be flamboyantly theatrical, perform in drag, even occasionally refer to themselves with female pronouns, and nevertheless willfully uphold and enforce patriarchal norms, would have been a well worn complaint in any given 1970s lesbian collective, and yet

[cloudysarts]

this show would be good if literally everything about it was different

[psychomusic]

oc time again! + her town & culture (heavily inspired by pre-roman italic populations)

she is suri sauthon (later suri laran, after her marriage). her story is linked to my swtor imperial agent, but most of her life for like. the one year away where she meets him, is spent in a town in the mountains of mirial.

despite mirial being cold and desert, and many cities developing underground, her town flourishes thanks to a force nexus, venerated in the form of an ancient, sacred, alive crystal. the ecosystem of that mountain depended on what "the horned crystal" was capable of giving them, but mirialans couldn't live off of that alone, so they developed trade and some rudimental technology, even if oftentimes it was bought thanks to the highly profitable trade of a plant used to make medicines that slowed down aging and had overall healing properties.

note: everything that's generated by this nexus has these healing properties BUT they have to be processed, except for those who bathed in the waters of the cavity under the crystal - the "real" nexus, but not the worshipped one. the waters were sacred but they were not thought to be miraculous, unlike the crystal, who instead was thought of as the keystone of the ecosystem: without it, everything would fall apart (and that is partially true: the cavity was the "real" nexus but thanks to the crystal, also strong in the force, the properties were spread all over the mountains). those who bathed in the cavity's waters - so, all of the town, who had a sort of baptism there - could eat the plant, make whatever food with it, and not only that plant, but everything generated by the nexus, that, again, had similar properties. this allowed people to live up to normal life-spans without advanced medicines or, much, really. to those who didn't live there, though, after the processing, had incredible effects, slowing down aging - for those who took it regularly - and making people able to live up to half a century more than the average]

originally, there were four tribes of nomads that lived thanks to horned farm animals that decided to settle down into one bigger town and other smaller settlements, to live off of transhumance. this division of the tribes stayed into the political and social organization: every person belonged to one tribe specifically, and had slightly different rituals and culture. for examples, each tribe had their own priests and healers, with different techniques and traditions. the town, tho, was guided by a group of people in the high priesthood, a position you could reach only by having earned the trust of all tribes. those high priests had many roles: they guided the people into sacred processions common to all the tribes, they managed the trading with outsiders, they did the maintenance of the temple of the summit (the one that functioned as casket to the crystal) and created a special liquid to offer the crystal that helps it grow.

this particular temple was important because 1. it was very visible, from every angle of the town, and it became an important identity symbol; 2. it stored the venerated horned crystal; 3. it had the altar where sacrifices were made for the crystals. that altar had a hole connected to the cavity, that allowed the liquids to reach the underground; 4. it had various symbols: statues representing each tribe + the high priesthood, and typical mirialan tattoos carved into the wood of the trees that served as columns for the temple, symbolizing 8 values that who dared to enter HAD to have; 5. it was on the way to an important lake (called "mother lake" because the lake the town was built around to depended on the waters of that other lake) where they traveled to in important processions; 6. it was said that a the wizard who unified the tribes made it with its magic, making the plant grow to hold the temple's roof. this wizard was, actually, a force user, obv.

BACK TO HER THOUGH: she's daughter of one of the high priests, who was in charge of managing the trades with outsiders, and lives in a house on the mountains with her mother and him. her parents are from different tribes (that's one of the things that earned him trust from the 4 tribes): when a child is born from two different tribes, they don't pick one to allign to, but they're usually linked automatically to the one with more relatives in it (in her case, the father's tribe: she had many uncles and aunts on his side while her mom only had one sister).

later, though, she got quite tied to her mother's tribe due to a mysterious illness that only her mother's tribe healer was able to cure. she spent 4 years (from 10 to 14 years old) living with the healer and learned her secrets. to better study, she wrote them down. when she returned home, she studied to become a priestess with her father. at 22 (the average age: you can't become priest before your 20s), she was supposed to take a test and become a priestess, but the healer of her mother's tribe died and the tribe asked her to take her place. she couldn't technically do that, but both tribes estimated both her and her parents and she was allowed to become both. she then decided to try to become a high priestess, and became one at 25 (a quite young age). being part of the council, she tried to convince the various tribe healers to unite their knowledges and write them down, and eventually made it. healers still remained tribe based but they now had an "upper, inter-tribe level" similar to high priesthood.

years later, the sacred horned crystal is stolen from the temple by some Hutt mercenaries looking for a profit. given the trust she has earned from all the tribes and the fact that her father is the high priest that deals with outsiders (and she's been hearing stories and advice about it since she was little), she is the one tasked with getting it back. without the growing crystal, the keystone to their ecosystem, the village would have lasted only a few years. in hrr quest, she meets imperial intelligence agent tar'x laran and, as they "solve the mystery" and fight to have it back, they get closer. they'll get married and have a daughter, Vegoia (who's the only one who actually will get to the plot of my story. this was all background)

[wonder-worker]

Thinking about Elizabeth Woodville as a gothic heroine is making me go insane. She entered the story by overturning existing social structures, provoking both ire and fascination. She married into a dynasty doomed to eat itself alive. She was repeatedly associated with the supernatural, both in terms of love and death. Her life was shaped entirely by uncanny repetitions - two marriages, two widowhoods, two depositions, two flights to sanctuary, two ultimate reclamations, all paralleling and ricocheting off each other. Her plight after 1483 exposed the true rot at the heart of the monarchy - the trappings of royalty pulled away to reveal nothing, a never-ending cycle of betrayal and war, the price of power being the (literal) blood of children. She lived past the end of her family name, she lived past the end of her myth. She ended her life in a deeply anomalous position, half-in and half-out of royal society. She was both a haunting tragedy and the ultimate survivor who was finally free.

[intotheelliwoods]

Thought of the day: If either Future or Present Leo had lost a lot of blood and was in dire need of a blood transfusion, the other Leo would be the perfect donator for that since they have the same blood and all

IDK I just dont think I have ever seen this in any fics or anything?? But it has potential so im throwing the thought to the world

[laundryandtaxes]

This is a really interesting time to be working in the service industry because I've noticed that guests sometimes make a new expression which I can only say I immediately and intuitively understand to mean that they are thinking, "Oh, one of them said 'behind' to to the other! Just like in The Bear!"

[ryan-is-a-god]

Wouldn't you like a taste of the power?

I just picture Hermes having a whole dance routine while performing Wouldn't You Like in the Epic Saga, so I drew my version of Hermes mid singing and Odysseus reaching for the Holy Moly herb.

Click for quality.

Before anyone comes at me for giving Odysseus armour that wouldn't exist in the era: I can do what I want. Also I referenced Athena's chest plate, so . . .

For Hermes instead of drawing the Caduceus, I drew the two snakes as gold jewelry coiled around his arm, and his earring is technically the rest of the staff with the wings. For some reason I drew Hermes completely different from my idea of him, so I might draw that later too.

I drew the holy moly based on the best reference of the proposed real world flower, Snowdrop (from Wikipedia, I cringe to cite it, but what can I say, am lazy) and chose to make the "sap" gold (I believe it is supposedly black from the blood though) dripping from the base and pouring from the flowers.

Close ups:

[marcelineuntitled]

Akiteru spider-man au!!

[humdrummoloch]

How do I put what's in my head onto the page? Is it always hard?

Hello!

If you're asking me how to make the writing live up to the fantasy, just remember: writing isn't a transcription service, it's an art form.

Writing isn't thinking, but between you and me, thinking isn't that great anyways. It's like singing in the shower. Thinking needs to be translated through a skill like writing before it'll make a good scene.

Creation is choices and actions, not recreation. Let me give you an example: I crocheted my dog recently, and I didn't aim to perfectly recreate my dog in tiny crochet form. Instead, while I crocheted, I converted her into a small character with plushie proportions. She had all her recognisable features and was a pretty good crochet dog, checked all the boxes, Dad was happy. But the little crochet dog didn't look exactly how the subject did, sat there wagging on the rug. That's because I wasn't trying to copy her. I was trying to crochet her. In the same way, I don't transcribe my daydreams, I convert them into writing form, and that's 90% less frustrating and 100% more possible.

As for whether writing remains hard forever, yes and no. Writing becomes easier with practice the same way anything does, but it gets harder as you naturally challenge yourself to write better, like a bodybuilder increasing the weights. But if you stop expecting writing to come out 'correctly' and instead lose yourself in the process, you won't feel the dead ends, you'll be too busy finding solutions and thinking on your feet -- you'll be in the zone.

I just wish I knew how to do that on command!

-HM

[unknownarmageddon]

They then proceeded to start a band

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas Dust belongs to Ask-Dusttale

Death’s Doorstep (this band AU) belongs to me

[the-converse-high-top]

this is going to sound really fucked up but i just need to say it i think.

I never realized that people could actually care. I always thought that the depictions of friendship in movies and TV shows were over-the-top portrayals, and weren't things that actually happened. This was then exacerbated by the fact that my entire life I always wanted people to just Know How I Was Feeling like they do on TV and I found out that that's Not How It Works. I always thought I was naive for caring so much about my friends and for doing nice things for them out of the blue, and I always resented myself for resenting my parents for not doing more for me as a child.

So when I got to uni, and my friends started caring about me and asking if I was ok when I looked sad and doing nice things for me, I didn't know what to do with myself. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me in a long time. When I was staying with a friend, and she said that she left the window open in the room I was going to be staying in because I liked it to be cold when i sleep, I bluescreened. I didn't know how to respond. It is quite literally one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me. No one had ever paid that much attention to the things I liked. Every year on my birthday it was either a gamble if I would get something I actually wanted from my parents (spoiler alert: I was often disappointed) or I would just have to straight up tell them what I wanted. I got accustomed to the latter, and now I don't mind, but receiving two gifts from friends about languages this year made me realize that I could have it so much better.

And don't even get me started on online friends. I sort of thought that everyone was lying about them? Or that it was something unattainable, and reserved only for God's Chosen Favorites or something. But no, there are little people in my phone who care about me. They legitimately care about me as much as I care about them. I've been nervous to ask them about their well-being because I'm still nervous about being naive and getting a wake-up call that no one cares again, but after being told that they were worried about me when I overslept, I think i should know that I'm in the clear. And that's not even including all the times they tell me to go to bed when it's late, and when they ping me about things I may enjoy or things I was involved in.

All this is to say I guess that I'm touched that people remember my existence. It makes me feel good to be wanted. I will be eternally grateful to both my irl and online friends who made me realize that just because my parents or my friends from home didn't care enough to remember what I like or to go out of their way to do nice things for me, it doesn't mean that no one will. I need to step up and do more for you guys. I trained myself to push down my desire to help and check in with people because I thought I was betting on something that I'd never get in return, but now I know I can.

Thank you all, and I love you 💚

[themintman]

Heyo!! Apologies if you explained it in a dif post but how'd you keep the Nurm cosplay head from fallin off or jittering around too much??? Thnx!!!

(Head in question: https://www.tumblr.com/themintman/755464954066485248/update-on-nurm-th-devil-works-hard-but-i-work?source=share )

dont worry! I never properly explained it, and even if I did I'm always happy to talk about it again in more detail 🩷

I basically just took a bike helmet and hot glued it into the head (I don't take credit for the idea, @/fallingstarsandthemoon helped me with that :3)

I bought a very cheap helmet from Halfords (idk if an expensive helmet would work the same, I don't cycle, but there was no point in spending a fortune on something I'll destroy) and separated the plastic cover from the Styrofoam ⬇️

Again, different helmets may be built different. But this one was so cheap I just pealed the tape off to get to the actual helmetty bit that I needed lmao

Then I just used a steak knife to cut the front and back of the helmet down until it fits into the head as it was a little big. Once it fits nicely I used hot glue to secure it inside

The best part of using a bike helmet is that the straps are adjustable, so you can make it as loose or secure as you'd like! And even with the hat, it doesn't jitter about. Which is good to know if you want to make any accessories cause the hat is definitely heavy and if it can handle that it can handle anything

I hope I explajned this well!! If anything is unclear, lmk and I'll try go into more detail 🩷

[thedrotter]

redrew a few old expressions from february!!! one never notices how much their art style changes in some months till you compare side by side www

(the old ones for comparison ↓)

[mumblesplash]

back on my amv bullshit :)))

song is beat the love by autoheart (lyrics included under the cut bc they're like 90% of the reason for this song choice and also kinda hard to hear)

[Verse 1] Been shocked into a state of delirium words cannot describe I am Jekyll filled with disagreement, you are Mr. Hyde Yeah, there's something running through me, it's incredibly strong An electrifying feeling that I've known all along A burning realization that our incoordination is corrupt

[Chorus] I cannot be what you want me to be Let our cannonball, rise up and fall I cannot see what you want me to see So you beat the love right out of me

[Verse 2] I've had a fistful of your knee jerk reactions, always jumping the gun I can't be accountable for everything that you have undone There's a window of opportunity for us to move on But you're constantly reminding me of what I do wrong Pot calling kettle black, here’s to yet another attack, and that’ll be that

[Chorus] I cannot be what you want me to be Let our cannonball, rise up and fall I cannot see what you want me to see So you beat the love right out of me

I cannot be what you want me to be Let our cannonball, rise up and fall I cannot see what you want me to see So you beat the love right out of me

Oh, yes, you beat the love right out of me Oh, yes, you beat the love right out of me

[gillianthecat]

Is/Was tumblr giving anyone else a notification when someone you followed posted for the first time in a while? Like this:

It was doing that for me for a couple weeks, although now it seems to have stopped. A short-lived experiment? Or perhaps no one has posted after a long enough lag. (It seems unlikely to have been a bug, but I don't know enough about coding so maybe?)

It was sort of an interesting idea, to make sure I didn't miss someone I hadn't seen in a while, but on the whole I'm glad it's gone/hope it goes. I'd like my notifications to be all about me, thank you 👸🏻The dashboard is the place for other people. Otherwise it gets confusing.

Anyway, I haven't posted in a while (12 days), so perhaps this post will show up in your notifications!