#and social media can and has been fun

[cordialsilence]

One of the benefits of having purchased a long charger is that I don’t have to hang off my bed folded at a 90 degree angle when my phone’s battery is low but on the flip side it’s almost 3am and I lay here comfortable and unfolded with my phone on low power mode at 17% and charging I can’t help feeling like it enables my screen addiction a bit

[stories-by-rie]

how to feel excited about my own projects again

[marsbotz]

good news for all my haters: im not coming back. not properly. i think social media and being around ppl in general is destroying me so im gonna just focus my energy on other stuff

ill probably still be a little bit active occassionally but for now i think il just stick to posting art etc. im moving to sheezy.art (which is down for maintenance rn but opens for registration again on fridays!) bc the energy there is much nicer for me.. but ill still post on here and insta. im also gonna be working on building my own website again!! so bookmark it and maybe some day itll have cool stuff on it.... :]

[icewindandboringhorror]

I have found a beautiful perfect humble rock specimen that is light yellow with a weird dark yellowy brown lining, somewhat resembling a chunk of smoked gouda cheese... effervescent

[ladyswillmart]

I'm glad I wrote such a detailed and thorough bio for my LotRO character because A.) My own memory is very bad and B.) I can go back and read all this again and go "oh what a charming fellow"

[windywooshes]

Kaveh x Reader

Trigger and content warning: mention of metaphorical death; burn out and hints of depression

It's a bit self-indulgent and a downer, so I apologise if it’s not that fun to read. I still want to write a more cute Ayato fic which is carrying dust in my folder. Gender neutral pronouns are used.

„I died.“

„I am long dead.“

Was the first thing that ringed through that tired individual in front of him. Their eyes empty, eyebags heavy, shoulders slumped.

As if the world was carried on them. As if breathing without purpose, standing without stable grounding. Choking on water while on plain road, bubbles rising and plopping one after the other to create a shower of despair one could only drown in.

His lover died; quiet recently much in contrast to what they believed in. Kaveh saw it with his own rubellite gems, orbs dimming with each new return home, with each new arrival into their shared chambers. His beloved hollow, much like him. Yet he was still hanging in, he was still holding up while his loved one snapped from the rope which was securing their wobbling feet on the trapeze of life. Falling. Swallowed. Whole.

They have died that day when the burden was too much of the talent which they were gifted with, which brought them misery over the years. Constant disappointment and fighting for survival. The passion which once rung through them and lighted their path, deminished with the flick of the first words of their professor. The hopes and dreams slowly pulled apart once the feet started to stray from a concrete path to take, no idea where to go, what to do with that love they once held for the hobby they polished so tenderly at their budding time as a flower.

This flower did not survive long. Destroyed by the harsh winter of critique and self doubt. Burried under the snow of helplessness. Lost in the white storm called life and adulthood. The competition leaving it freezing to a breaking point.

Kaveh saw them die recently as they broke down one evening, not able to explain; not needing to explain. But he caught them as they had caught him before at his lowest. At his days when he was dying out of thirst in the savana of life. In the dunes which scorched his heart to crisp by loneliness. The harsh sumeran summer which almost devoured him whole when everything he had left was stripped from him.

Their cold hands already reaching out to cool his head full of hatred for himself, to swell the burning in his heart. Balancing. Tending. Cooling.

So it was. So it will. Kaveh was the summer to their winter. And as he was saved and resurrected a phoenix by their hands, he was now as well tending back the liege of ice back onto their feet so they could dance around the campfire once more as in the fairytales described.

They have started a new life; quiet recently in fact.

And he would do anything to cling onto it this time, with them. Both healing. It was a painful time to see your passion diminish before you but it was not a lonely one. Both, rising back to glory and humble life as they were reborn once more to walk their new life together with entwined fates and hands.

[eddieydewr]

The coming out video was a gem I’m actually sad it’s off of there hopefully he archived it.

Maybe this is his way to get off social media I wouldn’t blame him if he’s leaving social media after all of this. I’m just sad he’s deleted some nice videos even from his instagram :(((

it was 😔😔 i was proud of him for that video and i hope he isn’t feeling shame now. people keep talking about his sexuality, and jewish heritage & faith, in a bad light so i wouldn’t be surprised if he feels like he lost some agency in himself because people say shit online and everyone else takes it as gospel.

[olympiansally]

So, I think going on twt was a mistake. I miss it here :’)

[honeysukel]

Chloenette good omens au

[poke-poke-poke]

Maybe it would be better to have it on Do not disturb...  

...

  ...but what if you miss Something?

[leenaur143]

lee min ho is so loved 💜

[ereborne]

WIP ask game: "backflip, faceplant", please! (also what's your ao3 handle? if you got one/don't mind/other)

Backflip, faceplant!  Of all of these working titles, this is the one I think might work best as an actual title.  It’s fun to say—imagine me tilting my head one way and then the other as I say it—and more importantly it doesn’t require a full six-degrees-of-kevin-bacon word association game to make sense to a viewer outside my head:  it’s what happens in the first scene of the fic.   

Essentially, this is my Dick Grayson character exploration, turned sort of emotional fix-it.  Dick gets kicked around so consistently in canon that he often doesn’t actually have the opportunity to live up to the Eldest Daughter characterization fandom loves to give him, and I am in the fashion of comics fans everywhere creating my own timeline mishmash to allow for a different outcome. 

What if before Jason died, Dick had managed to carve out a little space separate from his anger with Bruce, for the foundations of the brotherly relationship we all want them to have?  What if the first time he laid eyes on Tim, Dick turned a piece of his grief for Jason into determination to grow an even better brotherly relationship with him?  And what if Dick’s choice to grow those relationships had knock-on effects all the way down the line? 

Featuring such highlights as:  Tim and Babs conspiring to make sure Dick is never without backup in Bludhaven, professionally emotionally and otherwise; brain-scrambled Jason still pretty much autopilot adopting Damian in Nanda Parbat because when a kid falls over in front of you, you pick them the fuck up; ongoing ‘who can spill punch on the worst gala guest’ competitions between the Foxes and Waynes (surprise winner Kate Kane); the Titans and the Teen Titans and Timmy’s Weirdass Friends Too all working together better and more often; me rejecting p much everything New 52 except Strix, Strix can stay; a gargoyle with Dick Grayson’s perfect butt being commissioned for the Gotham Belltower as a loving and heartfelt tribute to everybody’s best big brother. 

I’m just writing whatever nonsense makes me happy with no regard to pacing, so it's gotten pretty sprawling—past sprawling, really, probably if I were going to post it up, I'd have the main story as one work and then a second work with multiple chapters of excerpted scenes—but it’s emotionally rewarding and an excellent thought exercise for me trying to decide what parts of DC’s bonkers-ass timeline(s) I think are important. 

Crime Alley natives only respond well to respect, and they never feel comfortable unless they’ve got the advantage.  Dick settles at the edge of the mat, dropping into an easy flat-footed squat, eye-level with the kid.  The kid immediately stands up from his crouch, and Dick doesn’t smirk, just tilts his head up to keep meeting his eyes.  “That was a good tumble.”  The kid’s looking for a lie, but he won’t find one.  He’d landed on his face in the end, sure, but he’d fallen well.  “You’ve got good balance, got reach—great instincts, which is more important.  Once you get the footwork down, you’ll be set.”  Dick, looking up into those suspicious eyes, realizes as he says it exactly how true it is.  It’ll be tricky, walking the line between Crime Alley and Bruce’s particular brand of do-goodery, but once the kid gets his feet underneath him, he’ll be amazing.  Well.  Nothing else for it, really.  There’s nobody better at finding a tricky balance point than Dick.  “Here, let me show you.”

[kukkakisu]

I feel like every time I draw characters they end up looking a little bit different kashfas. That's honestly the fun part about doodling and learning how to draw things and and experimenting with different styles and shapes and stuff! Creating is so much fun and I love being able to share as I learn more and more about things!

[bobmckenzie]

IM THINKING.... I might come out of hiding from the search function 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 and I might partake the next time the sunshine meme rolls around 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 and I might just stop caring so much what people think 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

[icewindandboringhorror]

*screenshots the highlights of my youtube to mp3 downloads folder as if it were some fancy aesthetic spotify wrapped image or whatever* 

[moonlightpirate]

You know I ended today on a good note where are these emotions coming from?