#but like. It Comes Easier i guess. again

[lemodoe]

very specific thing but. i feel like recently ive been improving less at Actual Physical Drawing Skill and more at. translating my ideas Into the drawing?? does that make sense?? like i finally feel like im able to more accurately get what i want to get down Down instead of only something adjacent to what i was imagining

[yourdeepestfathoms]

The you have any headcanon about Perrine and The Croon?

Perrine has an affinity for skulls because of The Croon, and they’re mainly the reason why she likes to collect them

The Croon refers to her as “calf”

Perrine sometimes catches glimpses of a tall figure out of her window at night, standing among the distant trees, hidden by just enough shadow to make her wonder if she’s just seeing things

The Croon gifts her skulls, bones, and small dead animals

When people say The Croon is evil, she’s the first to jump to its defense

However, Perrine does have a healthy dose of fear for The Croon

She doesn’t know why this is

But there’s always a level of wariness she feels towards it

There was this one night…

It was cold. The wind was blowing. Branches brushing against the cottage were like clawing fingers on the walls, desperate to get inside.

Perrine woke up.

Or maybe she had never fallen asleep in the first place.

She couldn’t remember.

It didn’t matter.

She got up from her bed.

All around her, the moonlight bleeding in through her window pooled ghoulishly into the empty black eyes of her animal skulls.

It felt like they were all watching her.

At first, she had gotten up to get a glass of water. Her mouth was dry, and the space behind her eyes was uncomfortably warm. But at the same time, she was covered in goosebumps.

But then, she found herself drawn outside.

Grass crunched under bare feet.

She didn’t even flinch from the cold.

Like she was in some kind of trance, she found herself delving into the woods.

And then, she saw it.

The towering beast of feathers and bone. It stood among the trees, nearly obscured by darkness.

The Croon.

She was scared.

She wasn’t sure why she was scared. She based her whole image around this beast, after all. She wore the moose mask because of it.

And yet…she trembled.

And then, she spoke.

“What’s the point of you?”

She asked it without thinking. It was a question that had been brewing in her head for ages.

“I mean…you embody and represent chaos…”

The Croon tilted their head for a moment, as if considering the question. The quiet night air was tense.

“Chaos…is beautiful and destructive. It’s everywhere, and it’s all-consuming. It doesn’t need any apparent purpose. It merely is. It destroys and makes and changes…over and over again. That is what I represent. Change is necessary. Everything must die, and from the destruction, something new is born. After a wildfire, flowers will bloom from the ashes.”

“But people like the flowers. Not the fire.”

“Perhaps. But they need the fire. They need the chaos and the change. Even if it destroys them. There is no new life without death, and there is no death without chaos.”

“But, you still destroy things. Why can’t you have something new without destruction? Why change?”

“Destruction..is just part of the cycle. It’s a part of change. There is beauty in decay. Death and destruction can be…art. The changing of the seasons, the wilting of flowers, the withering fall leaves… Even the most positive change is destruction for something else. Destruction and chaos are required for rebirth, for evolution. Because of change, everything is different, and everything is unique. There are no two things that are exactly the same, down to the last detail.”

“My friend, Cole, lost their parents in a horrible way. Is that supposed to be beautiful? Or necessary?”

“…Perhaps not. Not all destruction is beautiful or necessary. But not all death is cruel or senseless either. After all…without death, would you appreciate life at all? When an animal dies, and it decomposes, the earth gains the nutrients it gives to grow new flowers and new grass. New life. Even a death as horrible and cruel as that can still give new life to the plants and earth around it. It is the same with humans. A death, even a cruel and horrible one, can lead to new life for the remaining family or loved ones…or to the end of a destructive, hurtful cycle.”

“Cole has suffered since their parents’ death. There was no hurtful cycle to break! It’s not fair!”

“Death isn’t fair.”

Its voice had dropped to a low, almost guttural growl that shook her to the bones. But its empty eye sockets still held an eerie sense of calm.

“Life…isn’t fair. People die. Families are torn apart, homes and villages are destroyed. It’s the nature of the world. It’s a necessary evil.”

“…I don’t want to be a necessary evil.”

[clumsypuppy]

adhd is when you shoot for the moon but you forgot the rocket fuel and by the time you realize it everyones already on the moon and then you panic and crash into the sun and it explodes

[sysig]

Coding woes (Patreon)

[zasmn]

It's been a few years since I latched onto a media, but I definitely rapidly gained the Murderbot Diaries as a special interest

[adore-gregor]

I know I'm absolutely delulu 😭 but...

Do you know what day in 434 days is? February 13th 2026

Do you know what event takes place at that time?

The winter olympics 2026 👀

Is Gregor planning to comeback?🥹

Realistically I don't think so 💀 but he's just feeding my delusion at this point. 😭💔

I rather just think he did this on purpose to mess with us 😭

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Some mild existential dread in the house today

[henrysglock]

Thinking about hopcreel tonight. but specifically in the way of Henry "goes to extreme lengths to prove he's a 'normal' person because of his childhood" Creel who's there like. "Wait. What if I'm not a homosexual. What if I'm just a straight girl in the wrong body. See. It's completely outside of my control. As a person, I'm normal. I was just betrayed by my body hahaha" who runs away to NYC after 1959 trying to escape Hawkins for a while as things quiet back down in the aftermath of The Murders and Jim "raised by a father who would not 'condone' homosexuality, but who would be okay with his son marrying a slightly masculine woman" Hopper meeting "Henri" in the sole gay bar he's been brave enough to step foot in (Henri frequents it because...where else is she going to find friends who wouldn't care?) like. "A pretty, tall blonde girl that I picked up at a gay bar? And she has a dick? Don't mind if I fucking do." because it means he's still technically straight.

The important part is that both of them are using other identities to lie to themselves for the sake of normalcy and meeting the expectations of society/their families. The important part is the "this isn't...healthy. but you two sure make it work" aspect. Henry's very much a gay dude (mayhaps with a touch of the feminization kink/interest in cross-dressing, but a dude nonetheless) and Jim is very much bisexual. Both of them are just clinging to normalcy by hiding. "Henri" makes a handsome, "normal" woman, though. and she toes the line of antagonizing Jim with her neuroticism/up-tightness and letting Jim play stupid games/win stupid prizes (think of a less volatile version of j0pper, because Joyce and Henry very much have their similarities in canon). Jim very much has a wife. She's just a little...different.

Thinking so hard about the librarian from ST1 that Jim dated briefly...Henri as a librarian...you see the vision...the academic, borderline stuffy vest/button-down/long skirt deal she'd rock!! She'd let Dustin take more than 5 books just so he can "live a little". She'd be a twitchy freak about Nancy and Robin looking into the Creel murders and about Jim looking into Brenner. She would absolutely clock Robin as a lesbian. She would also make that pained, vaguely judgemental expression about Steve's hair ("Karen...how do I tell your daughter's boyfriend that the Farah Fawcett spray isn't doing what he thinks it's doing for his image...") and about Karen flirting with Billy. The kids of Hawkins would dig her little library programs. Let her teach kids how to draw. She'll have a blast, and so will they. She can do story time with the little little ones and become the parents' darling angel. Orderly Henry but for good, y'know?

[brains-out-rn]

I don't like debating much(unless necessary for the sake of my own humanity) but sometimes it can be really Really fun specifically if it's about something that has absolutely no real weight to it(and yet if you were a spectator it might cause some concern for whatever reason)

for example: would you rather be threatened(physically mentally or emotionally take your pick) by a can of corn or a cob of corn?

Me personally I'd pick cob for a few reasons

1. I can outlast it(probably)

Fresh corn will eventually rot and decay but have you seen how long canned stuff can last unopened before it looks slightly different from new stuff??

2. Cans are made of metal not vegetable flesh

While a corn cob has its core that's not metal. Ever dropped a can? Might get a dent. If you have a good kick then you might survive but you will probably hurt your foot. Ever dropped corn? If it had it outer leaves and hair it might have stood a chance but if it didn't then bits of corn go everywhere

3. Actually fighting if needed

I feel like I could survive a fight with a sentient can but a sentient cob just seems less likely to hurt

However there are some things might change my decision

Like issue one which is how the corn moves because if the cob is fresh with hair and leaves and can move all the little hairs individually and can move the leaves then I'd probably choose the can because at that point I feel like it's less of "how would i survive with the least amount of bruising" and more of "how would I rather die but with a chance of surviving" and in my opinion i think blunt force trauma would be better then a slow death of strangulation via a sentient corns hair plus I do think I'd have a chance against a can of corn

Another issue is if it was mentally or emotionally I'd probably go with the can bc I feel like it would be easier for to rationalize it as ridiculous to be threatened by a can of corn then a cob for some reason

Like a cob is ridiculous to the point that I'd just accept it as making sense for that to happen?

a can is like "why am I listening to the can of corn. I literally own a can opener." But a cob is more like "if I were to try and deal with you in the traditional way of dealing with corn that would mean a pot and water and time and-"

Plus idk why but I feel like a cob would be less mean with its words. I can't explain it I just think cob would just go straight to physical threats instead of emotional ones but a can would stare at you menacingly making you question yourself and just judging you

[transannabeth]

hi. for people who saw gatsby: an american myth. do you remember mckee asking nick for lunch. and then gatsby in like the next scene inviting nick for lunch. because i remember.

[chestersbraincell]

They forgave it when I did it, so why couldn’t I bring myself to forgive and move on when they had done the same?

[todayisafridaynight]

what are your interests that aren’t yakuza

uhm. a lot !!! I think !!!

[malachitezmeyka]

Idk why I thought the new year would suddenly bring immense change to me as a person, it was such a childish belief, I can’t believe I let myself fall for it. The years go by but I remain the messed up anxious wreck who starts crying the second she’s left alone with her thoughts. The new year won’t change anything, nothing will

[winter-spark]

I notice that even though Citron's my fave, I spend more time here talking about Orange and Navel.

I think it's fear of being wrong.

[widogastsweboffire]

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[kittlyns]

My mom and I have been verbally planning a trip back to her hometown and my birthplace and then my step-dad (who didnt even know us at that point of time) invites himself along