Live footage of me finally finishing Pokémon: Arceus
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I'm at that point in my creative burnout where I can only really do One Thing a day.
Like I can muster up enough energy and courage to do exactly one task and then the rest of the day is a wash
"Yep. Went to the post office today. Great job everyone hit the showers."
And I think that's probably fine !
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me wishing i could capitalize on promoting my art this black history month but i am burnt thee fuck out with no end in sight
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My secret santa gift for @your-salty-dorito <3 We all know I love drawing their designs and this was the perfect opportunity to do a full piece of my absolute FAVE
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my mom is having a cataclysmic melt down cause she made herself a sandwich last night, then went to bed without putting anything away, and expected me to clean up completely after her, and i had put most of the stuff away and shes like throwing herself about the house screaming and cursing about stuff that couldnt have less to do with me like girl are you good
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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Bamenzo | Bonnie Bennett x Damon Salvatore x Enzo St. John (The Vampire Diaries)
Requested by @blairwaldcrf
The eager rays of sun slip in through the cracks in the blinds and curtains, spilling out in fractions of orange all across the room like a beehive. A light autumn breeze slips in through the open kitchen window and pulls the smell of fresh pancakes through the cabin. There's a symphony of mirth in the laughter that fills every shadowed crevice and corner, accompanied by the plucking of guitar strings and a rustling newspaper.
How completely strange it must appear to those on the outside. The three of them up at the crack of dawn, chasing the sun as though it'll never rise again simply to sit around the kitchen table and eat breakfast together. A snapshot of pure domestic bliss.
It strikes Bonnie. She pauses with her pen hovering over her crossword to look over at Enzo, sitting haphazardly on a chair with a foot angled on another one as he strums his strings to some vaguely familiar tune. He stops and rolls his eyes when Damon teases him for messing up a chord, and suddenly they're bickering again with the most joyful of smiles. They wouldn't rather be anywhere else.
Damon cuts their "argument" short as he begins dishing out pancakes onto the plate in the middle of the table. Rising steam reflects in the sun's rays, curling and reaching for the ceiling. The room fills with the delicious smell of strawberries and blueberries.
She smiles and moves to grab a pancake or two when the word she was looking for finally jumps into her head. She hurries to scrawl each letter into the little boxes, then sits back to stare at the completed crossword proudly. Contented.
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