#for now. at least. until I get tired and want to switch to drawing

[dkniade]

Drawing mindlessly is fun

Bean eyes

Y’know I’m kinda debating on Fellflower Rubedo(?) Whoopy? Whoopy’s hairstyle ‘cause it’s kinda hard to translate the Whooperflower shape into a hairstyle but for now he’ll just be babyfaced with petal-looking bangs

Dorian’s coat for now has longer, puffier sleeves, puffier hoody, but shorter gloves from Albedo’s outfit ‘cause it’s kinda fun to see how the proportions of the outfit can vary… Rather than out of “copying Albedo” I’d say it’s to make him “feel more like an alchemist” since Albedo’s outfit is the default alchemist outfit

[dcxdpdabbles]

Fingers crossed for an update of Passion for Fashion 💖❓ sorry for the bother but I've just become addicted to reading that Au lololol I've read it over and over again for like a hundred times now

"Give me a spin," Dan demands, keeping a critical eye on the suit pants as the man did as he was told. He clicks his tongue in sharp disapproval before falling into a crouch and fidgeting with the hem.

Danny thinks the suit came out looking fantastic for a stupid theme like question marks. The client was also a rather exciting guy, randomly spewing riddles at them as Dan worked on his outfit and Danny cooked them lunch.

Edward Nigma had shown up on their doorstep with a cheerful greeting at five a.m. Danny wanted to tell Edward that anything before nine a.m. should be illegal, but Dan was happy to welcome him in.

Dan had forgotten to sleep again and didn't realize the early morning start. Danny was getting rather tired of the ghost rushing about with an insane amount of energy, only to crash when his human body could no longer sustain his habits.

After letting Edward get comfortable on the half-buried couch of clothing, Danny wandered back upstairs to his bedroom. It was the only room—besides the bathroom—where there wasn't a bunch of fabric and sewing instruments thrown about. He crashed on his bed and didn't wake up until two more hours later.

By that point, when he had done his morning routine and wandered downstairs, he found Edward sitting crosslegged in a ring of paper. The paper had multiple sketched designs of various suits.

A little to his right was Dan, whose hand was nothing but a blur as it raced across his sketchbook. Danny could make out that he stopped, ever so often, to switch out the coloring pencils for shades of green and purple, but doing it at such a speed that he doubted regular humans would be able to tell.

It meant his drawings were done at an insanely fast pace. He wondered if his Obsession made it possible not to burn a hole through the paper. Was there a way to test that? Ghosts did have an effect on their environments just as the environments had an effect on their forming.

Edward was comparing two papers in his hands with a critical eye. He looked up as Danny stumbled down the stairs- he had never been a morning person. He held up the designs for Danny to see, asking, " What is the most dangerous thing to give a man in a crowd?"

Half asleep, Danny didn't miss a beat in muttering, "Power."

Edward seemed pleased by his response, putting the left one back into the ring of papers before shifting around to face a new side of the ring. There, he ran his fingers over the designs, muttering, "It needs to be powerful."

Right.

"I'm making breakfast if anyone-"

"No need. Edward ordered us some. Your burrito is over there somewhere," Dan cut him off, turning to the next page without lifting his head. "It's part of my commission."

"Free food?"

"For a week"

"Nice"

Edward glances at them. "I can keep feeding you if you answer more riddles."

Danny takes a big bite out of his bean burrito, savoring the explosion of flavor that dances over before nodding his head. "I promise I'll try to answer as many as I can but I'm not the best at them."

The man frowns, turning away back to this pile of papers. "If you're not going to play my game, you don't need to waste the air you breathe in."

Both Fentons freeze at that, snapping their heads in Edward's direction. Now, correct him if he is wrong, but that sounded a whole lot like a threat to Danny. He made eye contact with Dan, tracing the youthful human face that held the same bloodlust as his adult form.

Was Edward aware he had just issued a Ghost Challenge to the one Fenotn, the least human, thus the one with the least humanity of them all, madness cured or not? Is he aware that Dan was putting down his drawings, his teeth more sharp, and his hands curled into claws?

Danny sprung to his feet, mouth open in a shout just as Dan was about to leap-

Ding Dong.

The front doorbell cuts through the air like a knife through hot butter. Dan's ghost instincts all but vanish as his eyes light up in joy. He goes through with his leap, but it's only to go over Edward's form and roll to a stop on the other side, heading towards the door. "My second client!"

Danny breathes a sigh of relief, flopping back down in his seat. He ignores Edward, savoring his food with a deep hunger. Clockwork had sent them over with enough funds to survive, and there were no bills they needed to cover (if there were, no one had bothered to come collect from the Fentons or cut their services), but that was a limit to how loose they could be with their spending.

Danny thought eating out was a luxury he would miss out on until he returned home. Of course, he got a coffee or something occasionally, but that made this free food all the more tasty.

"I was thinking something more eco-friendly," The redhead woman from the runway told Dan as she scanned the room with a hint of distaste. "Are you aware of the damage to the Earth these fabric stores cause?"

Dan eyed her with equal distance. "Are you aware of how little I care about that?"

Edward snaps his head up with a gasp. "Did he really say that to Ivy?"

"I thought her name was Pamela," Danny asks, which causes the green woman to snap a glare at him. He shrugs helplessly at her rage, reminded of Sam in a heartbreaking moment. "Miss, look around you. Do you honestly think ants like us have any say with the fabric companies?"

"You could stop giving them business!" She hisses as Dan rolls his eyes.

"We bought almost everything from a second-hand store or a discount store. The poor don't get to make eco-friendly decisions. They make ones that help them stay off the streets." Danny explains gently, making sure his voice is not dismissive or condescending. He thinks back to nights when he had to talk Sam down from doing something crazy- like setting a building on fire for them and cutting down the oldest trees in Amity Park. "You have the means to make a change."

Pamela raises a brow. "I do make a change. Permanently."

"Oh, that's great. How many trees have you replanted?" Danny asks, smiling widely. It's odd how she reacts to his question, body still going in surprise.

"What?"

"I mean, I figured you would be focusing on healing the earth instead of causing it more scars by engaging in human wars, right?" Danny tilts his head, aware of Edward's flabbergasted look and Dan's apparent boredom with the conversation. "You're different from the big corporations who don't care who or what they hurt to reach their end goal, right? "

Pamela opens and closes her mouth before she snaps her back straight. "That wouldn't save the Earth! Humans are a plague!"

"Humans can also be a cure if the right ones get started." Danny counters quickly. "I mean, what have you done for the rivers around Gotham? The water that flows through there affects the plant life just as much. Also, plants and green help lower depression, and Gotham needs help. Plant some pretty flowers and gardens, and watch the neighborhoods flock to them. If you can convince the people to love the plants as much as you do, they will join you in keeping them safe."

Pamela's eyes narrow. "Don't you dare lecture me about how to save the Earth."

Danny shrugs, stepping away from her. A sudden strong perfume fills the air, causing his nose to wrinkle. It smells like his grandmother's house and is not welcoming. "Wasn't a lecture, but if you take it as such, there is no point in talking about it anymore."

"You're going to die for me," she suddenly says, popping out her hip and smirking at him.

"That's nothing special, Danny would die for a pizza." Dan cuts in

"I would die for an extra cheese pizza." Danny corrects, pointing his finger at his counterpart. "You would die for less."

"Oh, to be dead. In the arms of the most handsome EverBurning to ever live." Dan sighs dramatically, leaning into three pieces of cloth behind him, one hand on his forehead.

Danny threw his hands in the air. He's sick and tired of hearing about the ghost they knew for only ten minutes. "Killer Croc is never going to give you a chance, Dan. Move on!"

"We could have been forever if it weren't for my age!" Dan hisses right back, "You wouldn't understand! It's not like you or Samantha turned five!"

"Who's fault do you think that was? " Danny yells back, stepping around the wide-eyed Edward to snare into Dan's face. Pamela has taken three steps back, looking confused more than anything, mouthing Killer's name with clear disbelief.

"I wasn't the one that messed up the timeline!" Dan hisses, switching over to Spanish. Sometimes, the fake twins found themselves doing that whenever they got too emotional.

"You destroyed the world!"

"As it was foretold!"

"What does that even mean!?"

Ding Dong.

Once again, the doorbell cuts through the tension, making Danny huff. He pushes past Dan, who punches him in the arm but doesn't stop him from throwing the door open. Outside stands Tim Drake, with a bouquet of flowers and a nervous smile.

"I'm here for the suit," Tim says, holding out the flowers. "I know you said I didn't have to pay you, but I thought it was rude to not offer anything-"

"Buy me pizza." Danny cuts him off with dead-set eyes. "Double crust."

Tim startles. "Oh. Sure?"

Danny can feel his face stretch out into a grin. It lights up his whole face—Sam and Tucker had told him many times before—and he just knows it makes him appear lighter and friendlier. Tim's face goes very red as Danny takes his flowers. "It's a date. Come on in. Dan can get your measurements for the resize, and I can get ready in the meantime."

"Okay." Tim follows after him in a daze, stumbling over the fabric rolls Dan had stacked against the wall. He tries to avoid tipping but tangles himself in the string of cloth examples, still strung up everywhere. Danny quickly reaches out to steady him with a laugh.

"Yeah, this place is a bit of a mess," he tells the other. "It's slightly better today since Dan has some guests."

He leads Tim back into the living room, surprised to find that the awful smell has disappeared, Edward is currently being measured by Dan in his underwear, and Pamela is flipping through Dan's designs with a thought frown.

Huh, maybe Dan managed to calm her down. How? He's unsure, but that ghost always seemed to have the oddest people skills.

Tim gulps loudly when he finally spots everyone. "These are his guests?!"

"It's one of the Waynes." Edward cheers, arms held out to his sides as Dan places the measuring tap from his armpit to his waist. "Tim Drake, right? I had you in one of my riddles three months ago!"

"That's funny. I induced his father with pheromones around the same time." Pamela speaks up, giving Tim a friendly smile. It's the most welcoming expression she's worn since she got here.

Also ew, why would she tell someone she hooked up with their dad to their face like that?

Tim pales dramatically, reaching out to clutch Danny's arm. He pats it gently, hoping to comfort him from such a bizarre comment. "Dan, when you finish with Edward, can you message Tim for his adjustments. We're going on a date."

Dan glances over at him. "Whore"

"Just because I've gone on dates while Killer didn't even give you the time of day doesn't mean you can call me names, Dan."

"Whore but affectionately," Dan says after a long pause, and Danny nods.

"That's better." He pats Tim again on the shoulder- aware of his strange fidgeting with a ring on his finger that imitates a strange faint beeping. "I'll go upstairs to get ready. Who knows, maybe we'll find Batman."

Edward and Pamela laugh as if Danny said a funny joke and Tim's face aging a few more nervous lines. "Maybe"

He leaves Tim to take a seat next to Pamela. She leans over to show Dan's designs for her Leaf theme act and asks for his opinion. Tim fidgets even more with his ring as he answers her, voice shaky and cracking.

She seems highly amused.

His pale face stands out among the sea of handing red glimmering fabric around his head, and Danny is startled for a second by the idea that he is pretending to be scared, much like an actor before a red stage curtains.

It takes a particular skill to pull off an act that good. Almost an inhuman amount. One could even claim it was.... Bat-man-like.

I have a lead, Danny thinks with glee as he quickly climbs the stairs. He is careful not to step on bundles of yarn that Dan has stacked there. I finally have a lead!

He's going to charm the pants off of Tim to get him to tell him everything about Batman.

[starry-nights-garden]

Jaemin ✧ 10:06pm

✧ NCT Dream Jaemin x gn!reader ✧ words: ~1.3k ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: none

Desc.: In which you try to get some urgent work done while your boyfriend Jaemin decides it's time to be very distracting.

It’s a perfectly quiet Friday evening. You’re sitting at your desk, typing away on your laptop, switching back and forth between several documents. Next to you is the cup of coffee you finished not too long ago - you’re aware that you shouldn’t consume any caffeine at this hour, but your deadline is drawing closer at lightspeed and you just can’t afford to lose even a single hour to inattentiveness at this point.

You gnash your teeth and shake your head at yourself. You don’t know why you always have to procrastinate until the last possible moment. You also don’t know why your boyfriend thinks now is the best possible time to start an attempt at distracting you. At first he simply walks into the room and puts his hands onto your shoulders, peeking at the laptop screen from behind. You expect him to ask if your work is coming along well, or maybe if you ate dinner - which you actually forgot to have - or if you’re not getting tired. But nothing. He remains silent, and when Na Jaemin remains silent in such a situation, you know he’s probably planning something. Feeling suspicious, you roll your shoulders back, hoping he would let go of you.

“What?” you mutter, too focused on not losing your train of thought to form a proper sentence. But still, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his fingertips dance down your upper arms and eventually he puts them on your waist. A premonition makes a chill run down your spine, and at the same time you can feel yourself getting angry. Your hunch of what he’s about to do is proven right when you feel his breath against your neck, just before you can feel his lips touching that same spot too. You involuntarily let out a sigh, and for a second your body disobeys your mind and your eyelids flutter shut. However, no matter how much you want to let him coerce you into taking a break, a wave of internal stress reminds you that you have no time to lose. You lean forward, escaping at least his kisses while his hands remain resting on your sides, and you go back to staring at the screen in concentration.

However, he also wouldn’t be Na Jaemin if you could shake him off that easily. 

“Baby, let’s forget about your deadline for a while…” Despite him keeping his voice low, you don’t miss the underlying worry. You sigh again, this time pushing the air out of your lungs with more force, to which he spins you around in your chair, making you face him.

“I can’t-” You make an attempt at protesting, but the feeling of him cupping your face with one hand combined with the look in his eyes silences you. It’s not even an unexpected reaction, during the time you’ve been dating so far you learned how effortlessly he can sweep you off your feet and erase all coherent thoughts in your head, at least for a while. You collect yourself while taking a deep breath and try to suppress all feelings as he tilts his head to the side, questioning. “I can’t now,” you simply answer, making sure to sound as stern as possible. You feel him caressing your cheek with his thumb once, twice, and again you’re fighting your body urging you to just give in and take a rest. 

Jaemin brushes off your words as his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, and when he leans in you don’t have it in you to stop him from kissing you. There is something demanding in the way he slowly moves his lips against yours, and his hand now placed at the back of your neck makes sure you don’t pull back before he breaks the kiss. But even then, he doesn’t move his face away from yours more than an inch or two, and you can feel his warm breath tickling your skin as he searches for some kind of answer to his actions in your pupils. Meanwhile, you can practically hear the angel and devil sitting on your shoulders as they argue and yell at each other over whether you should direct your full attention to your boyfriend or to the paper that’s waiting to be continued. In the end it’s Jaemin himself who ends the dispute in your mind, as he presses his lips against yours once again.

Your hands eventually find his shoulders, and when you rake your fingers through his short hair, he deepens the kiss, probably to show his approval. You part for air eventually, and as soon as you have caught your breath you whisper his name.

“You know what’d be real sexy of you right now?” you mumble, and this time you don’t let yourself be shaken when his gaze drops from your eyes to your mouth once again.

“Hm?” he hums, dragging the sound a bit and grinning in approval.

“If you leave me the fuck alone and let me finish this shit.” You pull back and point your chin at the screen of your laptop. Your words came out more sharply than you wanted them to, but he doesn’t seem fazed by the sound of them. He must be thinking again as his eyes rest on your figure, and eventually he gives up with a shrug. Wordlessly, he leaves, but only to come back not even a minute later. He got his own chair from his room, putting it right next to yours and sitting down. With his elbow rested on your desk, he scans your face, making you wonder what he’s up to now.

“What??” is all you say, hands already put on the keyboard, ready to resume working, and being very done with his antics.

“Do you want something to eat?” His question takes you by surprise. He follows it up with “I know you skipped dinner.”

“It doesn’t matter whether I want dinner or not. I don’t have the time,” you argue.

“I’ll make you something. Just tell me if you have any preferences.” Now it’s you who’s staring, eyebrows raised up high.

“You’re… actually gonna be helpful after failing in trying to seduce me into neglecting my work?”

“I didn’t try to seduce you into neglecting it,” he answers calmly. “I tried to seduce you into taking a break.”

“Same thing…”

“So? What do you wanna eat?” he asks again, all while never taking his eyes off your face. “I might be forced to order something instead of making it myself if it’s something too extravagant, though. I can’t stand in the kitchen for two hours while letting you starve.”

“I’m not starving…” you answer silently, though you have so much more to say. You consider pouring the gratefulness you’re suddenly feeling into another kiss, but since he might take that as another opportunity to try forcing you into a break, you decide against it after all.

“Just… some fried rice, or something simple,” you eventually say.

“Hmmm,” Jaemin hesitates, and then eventually he sits up straight, signaling that he’s about to get up. “I’ll make it so it will give you enough energy to power through this.”

“You’re putting coffee into it?” you joke and you lure a short chuckle from his lips as he stands up. He gives your shoulders a gentle squeeze and then captures your chin between his thumb and index finger. You let him turn your head towards him, and after giving you a peck on the lips, you feel the deprivation course through your body more than anything.

“Don’t be like that…” you mutter, and this time it’s you who’s hiding a whine in your voice. Jaemin gives you a big grin and pats your head.

“You’ll get proper kisses when you’re done here,” he says, before disappearing into the kitchen to prepare you a late dinner. 

[alexbkrieger13]

https://www.theguardian.com/football/2024/feb/22/how-to-stop-spain-and-aitana-bonmati-moving-the-goalposts-nations-league

How to stop Spain and Aitana Bonmatí. Well, how to try at least

for my first column for Moving the Goalposts I was asked: how do you beat Spain? Well, it is easier said than done. When my Sweden team faced them in Gothenburg in September I had a moment which felt like an out-of-body experience: I could see clearly which kinds of balls they wanted to play and the patterns of their passes. They like to play diagonal passes from the No 6 up to the No 8s and, from there, switch the play. The problem, though, was reacting to it as they are just so quick.

I’ve seen them close up probably more than I’d have liked in the past year – three times, in fact, as we lost a World Cup semi-final to them and then suffered late defeats in both our Nations League group games against them.

Now it is time for the Nations League semi-finals. France face Germany and the Netherlands have the unenviable task of taking on Spain. When I think about what makes them so formidable, I’d start with two things: the amount of quality players and that winning culture, which begins with their youth national teams. They’ve won four of the last five Under-19 Euros and been to the final in seven of the last eight Under-17 Euros. In other words, just reaching a tournament is not enough – their attitude is “we’re going to be there until the end”. The same goes at club level with Barcelona.

In fairness, with Sweden we were close in both Nations League group games: we interrupted their rhythm and were close to getting a draw. We like to press high and force mistakes and, at home, I scored the opening goal and we managed to disrupt them quite well. However, we didn’t have energy to do it for the whole game and lost 3-2.

In Málaga we played a new 3-5-2 formation as we wanted to get a higher press on their centre-backs and also – with our three centre-backs – to cover the inner corridors that they are so good at exploiting. We won the ball high and led 3-1 at half-time. But after an hour a little player called Aitana Bonmatí came on and changed the game, and we ended up losing 5-3.

View image in fullscreenThis is an example with Alexia Putellas this time positioning herself in the same area, making it really difficult for us to decide who should mark her. Photograph: SvFF

Another player I’d like to mention is Salma Paralluelo, who has added a new dimension to Spain’s game. She is so quick that you can’t just have a high line against them as you might get caught out behind instead. Previously, Spain had forwards coming short so you could keep the team really compact but with Paralluelo it makes that really difficult.

Spain’s opponents in Seville on Friday, the Netherlands, have resilience and some good attacking players but the challenge will be to play the perfect game for 90 minutes. When you have the energy, you can press Spain and get the ball in good areas but they’re so good at tiring teams out, as they showed in the World Cup final against England. You retreat into a mid or low block and then you are just chasing and looking at what they are doing. And that means that when you do win the ball, it is hard to have ideas and keep hold of it – they are so quick at trying to regain it, while you are still tired.

If there is one weakness in Spain, it is the fact they do concede goals – nine in six Nations League group games. At Chelsea we always had the mantra that goals win you games but defence wins you championships and, as a defender, I like to believe that is true. That said, Spain scored 23 at the other end so maybe they have cracked the code – as long as you score an extreme amount of goals then it is OK not to be so solid. However, that could be where other teams have a chance.

As for the other semi-final between France and Germany, the French had a strong group stage, dropping just two points and conceding only one goal. They are a team with a core of experience as well as individual flair and they have Marie-Antoinette Katoto looking dangerous again after her long-term injury. However, as a Bayern Munich player I hope my German friends will go through and I do think they have grown as a team. Since moving to Bayern I have noticed that German football has a similarity with Swedish culture in that everyone is expected to work for the team. An example is Klara Bühl, my Bayern colleague, who is one of their key attacking players but still works really hard for the team. With that attitude, I fancy them to reach the final.

Credit to Spain campaigners

It is not just on the pitch that I admire Spain. As a member of FifPro’s global players’ council, I have followed their story off the pitch too and before the game in September, I managed to say, very briefly, how much I respected them for the way they have stood up and demanded changes from their FA – and got them. The week leading up to that match they had had late-night meetings, little sleep and plenty of stress yet still managed to come to Gothenburg and play a really good game. I am impressed with how, between their struggles, they have managed to stay focused on their football and win a World Cup.

Nations League format should follow men’s example

On a broader note about this first Women’s Nations League, it has been a welcome addition even if, timing-wise, it was tough from a player’s perspective to regroup and go again so soon after the World Cup. However, when I look at the fact Spain and France each play their semi-final at home, I do believe it would have been better to follow the men’s example and have a ‘final four’ event in just one place. It would have been a better spectacle and would make more sense from a commercial perspective – not to mention a sporting one as it is a huge advantage for Spain and France to each have a home semi-final.

[practickles]

HarukAiri Tickle Headcanons

Some of these got LONG. Maybe potential fic ideas.

Tickle fights with these two get REAL. 

They are both competitive, stubborn and have ridiculously good physical stamina.

Even panting and teary-eyed, they just. keep. going. 

Giving up and admitting defeat doesn't even cross their minds until their voices are hoarse and even the slightest touch has them giggly. 

Usually they both either claim to win and “agree to disagree” because they don't want to admit how tired they are OR call it a draw and have a rematch a couple hours later.

There is somehow not EVER a decisive winner. 

Anyone who didn't know them might find it moderately concerning.

One of the rare soft forms of competition is typically during movie night/any scenario where they’re holding each other on the couch. One of them will be relaxing and idol-ly (ha) stroking the other’s back before she gets the twitch which is all but a declaration of war.The game then begins and is operated on a set of unwritten rules because to write them would mean admitting they exist. They sit there and geeeently trace each other’s back/shoulders until someone giggles and then has to get absolutely WRECKED. Neither of them have ever acknowledged it to the other. 

They don't tickle each other often enough to really consider it something significant in their relationship. Just another form of affection.

Airi ends up ler more often than not purely because she just happens to lean more ler. She very rarely actively craves tickles, at least not in the way Haruka does. 

Airi also gives KILLER tickle bites. Haruka is very sensitive to mouth tickles on her stomach and Airi is consequently very good at making her girlfriend’s life hard.

*Can* do raspberries but prefers acting like she’s going to and instead nibbles to her heart’s content. 

Tickling is one of Airi’s favorite approaches to Haruka’s body image issues, assuming she’s not in the mood to be serious about them. 

Airi generally uses tickling as a way to get Haruka out of her own head.

She also does not hesitate to do it in front of other people too, which Haruka finds flustering to no end. Especially in front of Minori and Shizuku who are two separate flavors of “awwwww!” 

Minori does it in an adoring “my idol is so cute right now! She should smile like that all the time!” way. 

Shizuku is more of a “what a cute moment between my two dear friends!” 

Either way Haruka just wants them to stop cooing at her. (no she doesn’t)

When Haruka is in a lee mood, conceptually, asking Airi is no big deal until she’s in front of her. Something about her big eyes and smug look reduce her to absolute rubble. 

Airi, of course, NEVER helps fill in the words. Haruka isn’t getting what she wants until she CLEARLY utters the EXACT words. 

“Aw, c’mon Haru! You can be clearer than those mumbles! You do it on stage all the time! In fact maybe we should practice your projection right now too…” 

She likes to tease as if tickling is just training. “Oh you’re babbling a lot, aren’t you? A good idol can talk through any amount of strain” And then she doubles down, making her tasks downright impossible. 

They are complete opposites on the “scary ler” spectrum. 

While Airi is more “everything all at once” and goes for worst spots and stays there before switching up out of nowhere, Haruka tends to be more meticulous, taking the time to find out exactly what the best approach is. 

They both have a “ler voice”, I'm not sure how to describe it, but sometimes they'll switch randomly into a tease-y flirty voice and the other knows they’re done for. 

I know I’ve talked about precise ler Haruka on here before so I won’t say more than that but I cannot emphasize enough just how bad that is. 

One of my favorite pjsk tkl headcanons EVER is that Airi’s stomach isn’t at all ticklish so people will poke once or twice then give up in favor of somewhere different. The actual death spot, however, is in her belly button. No reaction anywhere else on her stomach EXCEPT for there. 

Haruka was the first one to figure this out (including Airi herself) and frequently uses it when Airi’s being grouchy. 

Haruka uses a lot of “cheer up” tickles. This basically translates to “Airi please take a deep breath and calm down before I have to tickle you to bits just to see you smile.”

Airi doesn’t feel fear often, preferring to deal with her problems head on instead of running away. Haruka in a full tickle monster mood though? She becomes a COWARD (totally justified) It doesn’t happen often, so a lot of energy gets built up at once and then explodes out all at once. 

Sometimes she’s just wound up and fidgety, sometimes Airi needs to be knocked down from her podium, really anything can trigger it and it’s sometimes as much a surprise to Haruka as it is to Airi when it happens. 

The primary problem is that Haruka both A: Knows EXACTLY how to get to Airi and B: Knows she can take it. 

The fact that Airi lers more is more than made up for in pure intensity. 

Haruka also, language-wise, has a scarily good memory and likes to throw Airi’s word right back into her face.

“Look how strong I’ve gotten! It’s not fair unless you get the same training.” “What’s that? I thought a good idol was supposed to talk through anything”

Airi is a screamer and Haruka will never admit the self satisfaction that she feels if she can get silent laughter from her. 

Same goes for giggly Airi. Just not something that happens. 

I made them both seem super mean throughout most of this and maybe they are… a little bit. But it’s out of love! They’re each confident in each other’s ability to withstand it and both know the other (especially Airi to Haruka) needs to let some fun into their life, even if it has to be forced.

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Ignore the date ignore the date guys just ignore the date ignore th-

[captainmera]

ello mera,

I wanted to ask how you post your comics online because i was thinking about making my own web comic series but i dont know where to start hehe

I think the website you used for IBWR was called Hiveworks but im not to sure how it works...

Also if you have any other tips when it comes to making comics like time management, planning, or even how draw those gorgeous backgrounds, it would be much appreciated :D

Thank you for your time ヾ(•ω•`)o ✧.*

Sure thing buckaroo, get in the backseat and let's hit the comic road!

ヾ(•`ω´•)o ✧.*

this is all from my perspective though, some stuff may not work for you, but hey - no knowledge is bad knowledge.

Hiveworks is a... Publisher! of sorts! Kind of. They're not like webtoons or Tapas when it comes to comic hosting, you have to be invited to Hiveworks (like me!) or apply to join them! :) They also have Hivemill which is a place where they sell merch for the comics. Either Hiveworks helped making the merch, or the artists themselves made the stuff and Hiveworks helps distribute it (I THINK, don't quote me on that. I haven't made or sold merch with them before. But it's what I understand. They have explained it to me, I'm just kinda dumb).

However! Comic control, of which Hiveworks uses to make the websites are free for anyone to use! :) So if you want your own website, go ahead and make one!

I'd still recommend you buy the URL you'll use in that case though. I pay a yearly fee on GoDaddy.com for mine. It's affordable and honestly worth it as a precaution, lest a dirtbag buy it just to ruin my day and give me distress for a year(s).

But my recommendation is that you mirror your comic in as many places as possible.

Now, my website has ads on it, so if you switch off ad-block when visiting IBWR, I can get ad rev from it! :D (thanks to Hiveworks, that is, they added the ad stuff on there. Idk how it works but it's nice passive income that I really need. It pays for my food).

That means I will prioritize the website over the secondary mirrored places. So that's the place I always link to first. So if people REALLY want to get the next page sooner, they can always check there first.

However, mirroring is great because it is very difficult to get people to read the story you've put so much love into. I want people to enjoy my story as much as I do. The more places you update it to, the more people will discover you.

I've noticed that people like to follow the artist/author on social media for update announcements and general news of what's going on for the comic - so know where your presence on socmed is at! If it's instagram, well, then prioritize instagram but don't forget bluesky or tumblr too! Just know where you're at.

BUT!! And I cannot stress (lol) this enough - but don't stress (lol) about it. which is easier said than done.

It can feel super overwhelming to constantly make each update of a page feel like a check list of "okay, posted announcement to insta, tumblr, twitter, I have scheduled a mirrored post to comicfury and tumblr, I have added all the links in the author section, uuuh, I gotta add a cropped panel sneak-peak in each and I gotta--" that shit gets tiring quick. Work smart not hard. I copy paste from a document and I print-screen crop a panel from my comic on my phone kind of flimsily and that works. Nobody cares if it's fancy. It's just extra energy on my part that I can't be arsed to worry about.

Like Webtoons require that you to always have a preview icon for each update. That's as complicated as I'm willing to get tbh. If it requires more than that from me I'm gonna hate it. But that's just me.

you want to be able to do something consistently.

Which brings me to..

MANAGEMENT

bro, it's a job. It takes work. Work is not always fun, but you gotta show up for it. you're the only worker here. If you don't show up, it doesn't get done.

And people are not going to read it until there's at least pages enough for them to catch on to a story. If you're here for recognition right away, stop. You'll hurt yourself. I know we live in a time of quick-positive feedback through likes and shares, etc. But that's just not reality most of the time when starting up.

So, you got to want to tell the story more than whatever you are expecting to get out of this.

Which will also help you with managing your feelings if your reader count grows or declines. Just remind yourself of why you even want to tell your stories. It's easier said than done, but I found it to be a helpful philosophy to try stick by.

Everything I gain from sharing my story is just a plus. Not the reason.

What I did, also, was to just post whenever I finished a page. I had no readers, only commitment to myself and the comic. That's it. You'll find it easier if you don't force yourself at first, at least I did. And then as you gain your own momentum and work-pace, you'll be able to be like "Oh yeah, sunday works for me. I'll aim for that." Aim for it, don't promise. But show up. You're not a machine, shit happens, life comes in. If you have a deadline that makes you feel guilty, you might start avoiding it etc. So maybe just cut yourself some slack and go "whenever I'm done with a page is a good day."

You are your own boss. You make your own rules.

Yes, there is an algorithm to it all - when's the best time to post, getting new readers through memes or what have you. You might discover that the best way for you to get readers is to make funny videoclips on instagram or tiktok - there is no wrong way.

However, it shouldn't feel like too much of a chore. You should enjoy it at least a little bit. Like, maybe you kinda like making goofy vids of your comic, or draw memes, whatever, right? But you should enjoy some of it. If you hate making vids, but you know it is a good pond to fish in.. well, like... I'm sorry but you're gonna get frustrated with it.

I like posting THANK YOU FOR READING doodles of my characters on instagram stories! :D <3 I like that! That's not too much trouble for me.

BE CRINGE, BE FREE.

who gives a shit.

enjoy yourself you goofy ass little comic artist. Blast your story everywhere, be proud, have fun. People enjoy having fun, they usually want to join in with the fun.

If you have fun, others have fun being with you.

DRAWING COMICS

dawg I wish I had any better tips than... Fuck it, poke at it however you want.

I usually have ten pages flimsily sketched out with speech-dialogues so I know what's gonna happen in the next pages, so I can pace the scene somewhat.

I say that, like I'm some kinda professional, but I jump between pages. Whichever page seems a little more fun. Sometimes I stare myself blind on a page and gotta draw on something else.

Some pages are super well sketched, others are just bald stickfigures making faces at other bald stickfigures.

BACKGROUNDS

Get references. Either look at photographs or take the yourself. Start getting into looking at buildings in real life. I, myself, spend quite a lot of time looking at different windows and brick buildings going "Dang, so that's a widow huh? Architects sure just make windows like BAM ENJOY THIS ONE huh?"

Basically, start appreciating the world around you. There's art everywhere. Someone has put thought - however big or small - into that sidewalk.

Is it a shitty sidewalk? Well, that's really grounding isn't it? Someone, at some point, looked at this space, sighed and thought "fuck man I just wanna go home. That's good enough." and that really grounds you visually into that this world is a place where people have been before you.

Sometimes I get lazy and at the same time in a mood to challenge my memory, and I'll start inventing what the heck a building or street looks like. And you can probably easily tell in a page when I, too, am going "fuck man I just wanna get this page done with, that's good enough."

AND THAT'S FINE!!!

Not everything have to be an awestriking master page! Damn, the pressure I'd be under if that's the only thing I had to produce asdfghj! if anything, great pages look better because some pages are shite.

It's okay.

It doesn't have to be perfect every time. Learn what didn't work, what worked. Post it. Move on. You can't sit on this forever or the story will never be told. Just post it, it's fine.

THERE IS NO PERFECT TIME TO POST YOUR STORY.

Post it in chunks or page by page. It doesn't really matter - new readers are going to read it all in one sitting anyway.

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I think that's all I can think of for now??

Hope that helped!

Oh also I have this side blog I've been neglecting a bit, but feel free to check that out: @comicartistcentral

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine being Sam's little sister and being in a secret relationship with Ayo and Aneka

You wanted nothing more than to draw a hot bath, throw in some sensitizing body wash, and spend a hour or two in it soaking your tired and sore body. And end the night by climbing into your comfy and warm bed. The perfect routine to end the day after being away from home for nearly a week because of the mission.

But all of those plans went out the window when you walked through your front door, flicked the light switch, and came face-to-face with your long distance girlfriend.

"Ayo" You shouted her name your lips moved upward forming the biggest grin ever. You closed the distance between the two of you in just a few steps. Launching yourself at her trusting her to catch you, which she did. Getting to her feet almost instantly opening her arms as your body collided with hers. She encased her arms around your waist and spun you around with a rare joyful laugh.

"I have missed you sthandwa" she murmured nuzzling her face into your neck.

"I know its been too long" You replied.

She pulled back to capture your lips in long and passionate kiss. You cupped her face with your hands tilting your head to the side giving her a better angle. Your entire body was tingling from head to toe as she dominated the kiss. You moaned into her mouth pushing her back until her back met the table. That's was when she ripped her lips from yours without warning.

"Heyyy" You whined opening your eyes to frown in disappointment.

"Although I'm more than happy to see you, and want nothing more than to take care of entle." Ayo began rubbing both of your arms as you pouted. "Unfortunately I am here in America on official business."

"So this is just you dropping by to give me a quick hello, and leave me in need." You wondered crossing your arms over your chest, and taking a step out of her embrace. "Aneka would never."

Ayo raised an eyebrow at the dig and reached out to take you back in your arms. But you were slightly upset and in a playful mood, so using your super speed. You moved behind her on the other side of the table to head for your bedroom. "Well you've said hello I guess you can go now."

"I can't I need your assistance with my mission" Ayo said walking into your room behind you. She kicked the door closed with her foot. "You know you're not the only one in need right."

"What could Wakanda possibly need me for? And don't give me that at least you and Aneka have each other. I have to rely on myself and devices on a daily basis."

"Wakanda doesn't need your help I do." Ayo was finally within arms reach of you again, and her arms snaked around your waist from behind. You turned around to face her with a mischief gleam in your eyes.

"What exactly is that you need my love?" You asked her.

"Your brother and his friend committed an unspeakable act I've been sent to right it." She told you taking on a more serious tone this time.

All the playfulness vanished from your face at the mention of your brother, and he didn't have a lot of friends. So you knew exactly who she was talking about. "What do you want with Sam and Bucky?" Your tone was more protective than hostile while Sam was older than you. There were times you couldn't help but act like the overprotective big sister. Especially considering you were the one with powers.

"I need to find them to lock Zemo back up" Ayo admitted knowing there was no use in lying. If she wanted your help because while you truly did love her. Your loyalty to your brother was on another level. She had other means to find him but figured it would be faster with your help, and maybe easier if you tagged along as well. She wasn't sure as to why Bucky would dare break Baron Zemo out of jail. After his crimes cost Wakanda their king along with thousands of other lives, and nearly got him killed as well. But whatever the reason was he had to believe the means justified the ends.

"They broke him out" You exclaimed in disbelief

Ayo nodded tightening her grip when you tried to pull away. "Where are you going?"

"To call Sam right now and find out where he is. I know they're over in Europe somewhere but I'm sure of what country." You answered trying to break free of her hold.

Ayo shook her head with a smirk and planted a kiss on your cheek. "I drew a bath for you it should be just perfect by now. Why don't you go get in, and let me take care of you and those needs."

Your body shivered in her arms at those words, and your words were lost on your tongue. It was amazing how she managed to switch the mood up just like that. "But um what about-" You started to ask nervously.

"We can leave at sunrise for now I want to take care of you. Like I said I missed you" Ayo whispered in your ear sending more shivers down your spine.

You managed to give her a tiny nod as the playfulness started to return. Ayo proceeded to throw you over her shoulder with a chuckle at the squeal you let out. "Let's see if I can top Aneka since you seem to prefer her over me." It was supposed to be a joke but you realized that Ayo saw it as a challenge.

This was going to be a long night.

[naminethewriter]

The Leaves Falling Outside

It's Roceit Week! Not sure if I'll be able to participate every day, but I did want to contribute something at least 🥰 Hope you enjoy!

@roceit2023

Here on Ao3

Masterpost | Roceit Week 2023 Masterpost

Summary: Roman and Janus are growing old together. Sometimes Janus just forgets how time flies, like leaves on the wind.

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Roman found his husband sitting outside on the porch swing overlooking their backyard. Janus was wrapped up in his favorite blanket and wore a beanie to protect his ears from the chilly winds of autumn. He didn’t notice Roman closing the door leading into their living room with his arm, both hands holding cups of tea.

“There you are, my darling knight,” Roman called out softly to draw Janus’ attention without startling him. Soon his eyes were met by the one deep brown right and milky white left eye of his husband. Janus had been blind on his one eye long before they met each other in college and while there was almost nothing Roman didn’t know about him, the details of that particular accident Janus had never been willing to share.

Janus didn’t greet Roman back until he had taken a seat beside him, holding out one of the cups for his husband to take.

“Thank you, dear.” The words were barely above a whisper but Roman could hear them just fine. He leaned back into the swing, pulling a blanket of his own over his legs and sipped his tea, just enjoying the silence for a moment. They watched the red, yellow and orange leaves dance on the wind, slightly leaning against each other, knowing that they needed to talk but leaving it for a little later, to enjoy the peace and quiet of the moment.

“I feel like the firm is becoming louder every day,” Janus eventually spoke up. Roman glanced over to him but his husband’s eye remained focused on the leaves. “I need more breathers and meetings seem to drag on much longer than they used to. I feel so tired once I get back home, I just want to sleep and not move for a week.”

Roman hummed. He understood the feeling well. He had loved acting, still did, but a few years ago he had to admit that he couldn’t do the long rehearsals anymore. A full production was too much for his aging bones, so he switched to administrative work within the theatre and only returned to the stage for small parts.

“We’re not getting any younger, I’m afraid, my precious snake.”

“I’m aware. I guess I just forgot, for a while.”

Roman snorted.

“Forgot you were over sixty now?”

Janus lightly hit him in the arm.

“Shut up.”

He blushed and Roman laughed lightly before putting his now empty cup on the floor and pulling his husband in his arms. Janus grumbled but let him without complaint. Again, they sat in silence for a bit.

“I was never scared of getting old,” Janus admitted quietly. “It’s just another part of life. After we got married, I even looked forward to it. Travelling with you, without needing to constantly check when each of us would be free. And I still want to do that and it still sounds amazing but…” He fell quiet and Roman hugged him just a little tighter.

“But what, honey?”

“It just seems so early. Like that last thirty years passed in a flash and before I know it we’ll be eighty and too old and brittle to do much of anything.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” Roman mumbled, pressing a kiss to Janus’ cheek as he leaned more into him. “I think we’re both aging very gracefully.” Janus snorted but Roman continued, unperturbed. “If we take care of ourselves, we can be just as mobile in our eighties as we are now. And even if we’re not, and all we do is sit here like this, I won’t really complain. I think once we’re both done with working, once all of the stress of productions and cases and whatnot, is out of our lives, things will feel much slower. And I plan to enjoy every single second I get of that with you.”

“You’re probably right,” Janus agreed, leaning his head back on Roman’s chest so he could look him in the eyes. “Spending my retirement with you is definitely not going to be boring.”

“Oh, I plan to sweep you off your feet as long as I can,” Roman promised, causing Janus to laugh.

“That I believe.” They stared at each other for a few seconds before Janus tagged on: “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[starry-nights-garden]

Haechan ✧ Sleepless Night

✧ NCT Dream Haechan x gn!reader ✧ words: ~700 ✧ genre: domestic fluff, comfort ✧ warnings: none

Desc.: In which your boyfriend Donghyuck helps you fall asleep after you’ve been tossing and turning for hours.

You groan softly with your face buried in the blanket, frustrated with how you’re still unable to sleep. You’ve been tossing and turning for you don’t know how long now, and to be honest you’re kinda scared of checking your phone to see how many hours you have left until your alarm will inevitably go off. So instead you decide to leave the warmth of the bed that has become uncomfortable to you, hoping your boyfriend who appears to be soundly sleeping next to you wouldn’t wake up, and you tiptoe out of the room. You don’t have any clear destination nor a plan on what to do now, however you have been feeling the pressing need to move your body, and so you do. You get a glass of water from the kitchen and then you walk laps around the sofa in your apartment’s living room. Still not feeling tired, you figure maybe some stretching exercises will help you relax, and as you’re standing there on one foot, holding up the other leg behind you, the light is suddenly switched on.

“What are you doing?” You turn your head in the direction that the words radiating nothing but pure annoyance have come from, and you find your boyfriend standing there in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes and then running his fingers through his bed hair.

“Stretching…?” you answer hesitantly.

“At 2 in the morning?!" 

"Ugh,” you groan upon receiving the unsolicited information you wanted to hear the least out of everything right now. Then you add, putting your leg down and grabbing the other by your ankle, “I couldn’t sleep.” Donghyuck sighs and you can see his features relax as he begins to understand.

“Come here,” he says, holding out his hand to you. “Did you drink some water?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Then come here.” As you consider whether to do as he says, he merely waits with his arm stretched out, and eventually you figure you should just give in. Having him walk you back to the bedroom and switch the lights back off, you already dread the moment your body will come in contact with the sheets and decide once again that now is not the time for sleep. However, when Donghyuck lies down next to you with his arms wrapped around you, you can sense the exhaustion taking over. He pulls you in close, draping the blanket over the both of you, and he makes you rest your head on his chest.

“That better?” he asks, and the way he speaks slowly and silently feels soothing to you.

“I think so…” you mumble.

“Need a kiss?” he offers, making you giggle as you hear his playful tone.

“Can’t say no to that,” you grin up at him, and he carefully tilts up your chin to press his lips against your forehead. You pout when he pulls back. “That’s all?”

“What? Are you saying you’ll still be able to sleep if I kiss you properly?” he teases you. Right when you get ready to protest however, he lets out a soft laugh and continues speaking to keep you from getting worked up about a simple joke. “I’m kidding. Come here, my love.” He leans in properly now, connecting his lips with yours and you find yourself smiling into the kiss. Lingering for a little bit, he eventually forces himself to pull back, resting his head on the pillow.

“Are you feeling sleepy yet?” he asks, drawing circles onto the fabric of your pajama shirt covering your arm.

“A little,” you say, and you move over yet a bit closer to him, so you can snuggle up to him better.

“That’s good.” Donghyuck puts his hand on top of your head, stroking your hair softly a few times and the movement makes you let go of the tension left in your body. “Good night, then, Y/N.”

“Good night, Hyuck,” you mumble in response, and as you feel safe with him, you let yourself drift off to sleep naturally.

[ghostsrom]

> Hello World

I have something on my mind. The PSVita has genuinely changed the way I view gaming.

I’m new to gaming. My childhood was mostly sports and art. I was on the internet more than anything though. I didn’t start playing games until I was maybe 12 or 13. I started to play with games like Borderlands 2, Final Fantasy XV, Overwatch, and Fallout 4.

As I’ve become more and more engulfed in the gaming world the older I get I feel like games are not the same even from when I started. I don’t like any of the online games right now; I have ended up retreating to my PSVita for my comfort gaming. I have come to appreciate the old games that were on PlayStation 1-3; fuck even the Dreamcast has some pure gold on there.

The Vita can literally run the most incredible stuff on it. I can connect to my PS3, PS4, and my computer. With some very definitely legal software changes and very minimal additions that took my only 10 minutes to do I can now play most PSP games and some PS1 games as well. I understand it may be a little small for some people but you can connect a controller to it. It’s so easy to customize and I’ve started to look into physical modding because I’m so obsessed with this small little machine. The battery has never crapped out on me, it can connect to my wifi, and it connects with Bluetooth. I will say it’s hard to find replacement parts at least that are actually made by Sony and not some off brand on Amazon or Aliexpress. I’ve gotten to the point where I want to buy a bunch of broken ones and Frankenstein them together and make a working one. From what I’ve seen on physically changing boards or shells it really doesn’t look too hard. At least in my experience and opinion.

I never got too into gaming because 1) games are far too expensive nowadays 2) it was never very convenient for me. I liked the switch but the lack of game choices made me stop playing it after 3 years of use to be frank. (Also it’s impossible to crack and that makes me sad. Nintendo let your audience mod your systems 😤) and 3) I’m so tired of micro transactions and seasons. Don’t be lazy, just update your game. Actually be passionate for what you’re making and putting out into the world. I don’t have to worry about any of these things with my Vita. With once again some VERY legal software changes I can get everything I want for free, it amazing portability (the battery life is eh. It lasts 5/6 hours, but I have a phone to play on if it dies), and I don’t ever have to worry about that mirco transaction stuff. I don’t have to pay money to play with my friends.

It’s not just for games too! You can get a drawing app called colors and use it to draw since it’s touchscreen. There’s a calendar app which I use since I’m on it more than my phone. There’s a camera as well! The camera isn’t the best quality but it reminds me of an old phone so aesthetically I prefer it. The servers on here are also not shut down! You can add your friends on it and it even has a party option so you can talk to them on the PSVita. I have Noboru on mine so I can read comics and manga if I’m not in the gaming mood. You can also even connect your email. There’s a similar feature to the Nintendo 3DS Streetpass where you can see what people in your area are playing.

Thanks if you read this very not put together infodump on the PSVita. If you have any questions pLEASE ask. I wanna talk about the Vita more ✊🏻😔

[twilitfox]

I recently bought a dedicated drawing tablet, and i'm reminded that I really wish there was a viable CSP competitor that wasn't Apple exclusive. I hate the subscription bullshit, but I also hate Apple so I'm locked out of Procreate, which is a damn shame because most of the brush packs I have and like are exclusively for those two, and I d e s p i s e Adobe, so I refuse to touch their shit again even pirated. Krita's alright and it's what I was using before CSP so I'm trying to relearn that while also trying out others (I like Sketchbook and Infinite Painter the best so far, they're both super cheap one time purchases too!) but the biggest reason I switched from it in the first place is because of the brush variety. It's been a very long time since I've used Krita so I don't know if that lack has changed (I'm still fuffing with it) but at least I'll be able to transfer files from the tablet to the computer and vice-versa without having to pay extra for the privilege of still being being able to open them, CLIP.

Medibang and IbisPaint have the same problem, they have ads and some of the more useful stuff is locked behind a subscription and i will not being doing that for either of them. Ibis is... weird with the ads, a lot of their brushes are locked behind them and it expires, which kinda makes it useless offline. I really only downloaded Ibis because CSP can work with those files, but I don’t think I like it as much either. I'm still giving them all the ol' college try before I settle on which one I want, but it’s looking like it's probably gonna be a combination of Infinite Painter and Krita.

CSP is still gonna be my go-to for desktop stuff for now, unfortunately, at least until I get enough going in Krita, but I reaaally hope there's something as in-depth for tablets in the future. I'm just. Very tired of everything being a subscription.

[keefwho]

March 13 - 2024 Wednesday

10:51pm

5/10

This morning before cleaning I found out that the damn insurance that doesn't even cover me charged me again so I might have to cancel my card. I tried joining Bramble's server while cleaning but she left instantly because she was feeling sick. I put away my clothes, vacuumed, and took out the garbage. Breakfast was corned beef hash, an egg, and toast with a bunch of onions and bell peppers.

For work I lacked direction with warmups as usual. I want to refine what it is I'm actually trying to do with my warmups aside from loosening up my hand and mind. It used to be for studying so I could try that again. Also commission sketching but I should probably save that for commission time. I also finished that commission today. We couldn't watch Ed because of poor internet.

After work I used the bathroom and did my workout. Like last time I put on my workout playlist and jogged for every other song. I think I got unlucky and all the jog songs were longer than the walking ones. It meant I got those 4 miles in pretty quickly though. I was winded. I took my shower without my phone to get some mental peace. It's something I was afraid of but I don't want to be so thats why I did it. For lunch I made tuna stew using the nasty oil tuna. It turned out edible, but not great. 5/10. It filled me up at least. I watched Turkey play Minecraft with this guy while I cooked and ate. Then I drew today's request. I left while working on my animation because the call got kinda loud and she switched to Valorant. I drew on my own for awhile. When I was done I meant to work on Aether's avatar in call for him but he wasn't online yet and I wasn't feeling great both mentally and physically. I put a tiny bit of time into his avatar before stopping for the day. I was so tired at this point from my workout and work.

I decided like yesterday that I'd try to get in VRchat and socialize to keep myself from spiraling. It didn't work very well this time. I had trouble maintaining perspective, partly because I was so focused on how NOT to talk about my problems/headspace. Also there were some VERY annoying people clogging up the conversations I was trying to have. This one person actually would not stop talking about their life, no one was able to get a word in. Boodle joined who I was excited to try and talk to but I couldn't with this person around. This person and their friend both stuck around the whole time until Boodle left and then I left because I couldn't put up with them anymore, as much as I wanted company. I figured with how I felt that maybe I needed some quiet time, at least until Daisy got on.

When she got on we watched the next Monster High which was good as usual. Then a Chris Chan reading but unfortunately this was the last issue of Sonichu. In bed we did puzzles and Kingdom Hearts. I tried joining Boodle after Daisy fell asleep just to say hi but she must be busy. Other than that I've sat here trying not to think so much and enjoy the silence.

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Today I had a bad case of feeling like everything is stagnant. There was a time loop situation in the Monster High episode today and I realized thats kinda how I feel in my day to day life. I had that same sort of dread of being unable to move forward and everything losing meaning because of it. Tomorrow, I don't know how but I wanna try to start reconnecting with why I even draw. The other thing I've been thinking about is my values and what I live for. All I know right now is that I want to be a good friend which has helped me stay focused the past few days. Hopefully I can find another intrinsic motivation to pull from and guide my life forward.

3 things I liked about today:

Finishing my workout.

Minecraft with Turkey.

Kingdom Hearts with Daisy.

[i---dag]

Work Diary. entry 2 (Monday 11th of March, 2024)

First woke up at 07:18, then fell back asleep and got up at 09:32. Now I'm drinking my second cup of instant coffee in front of my computer, looking into the city archive of Maribo in Denmark to find some pictures I can use for a graphic freelance project I'm doing. At 11:00 I have to call the new communications employee at one of my jobs to talk about who does what, since I am also a communications employee - slight conflict of interest maybe. My friend recommended me two texts I would like to read today: Why Has Critique Run Out of Steam by Bruno Latour, and Outing Texture by Renu Bora. Lets see how it goes.

So after writing this I was crying until now, it's 13:14 now. I felt like this day has nothing to offer, I wanted to cancel all the plans I have this week, feeling insecure about doing the work etc. But I think today is the day were doing the work starts. I have afew things on my to-do list:

Go to the inner city to ask how expensive it will be to fix my camera, and maybe find a notebook exclusively for the purpose of mapping, and

Go to a café to read, research, write, and do my job, and

Go to my friends place where I currently have my studio (it's not working out) to pick up some paper and drawing things, and

Pick up a dress from my other friend that I sold her 5 years ago that she has now sold back to me.

This list will be concluded with the following statement: I'm tired of rich nepotist curators. To be continued and updated.

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It's now 16:56. I did ritalin and went out of the door with M. We took the bus from home to Sydhavn St., switched to the S-train and got off at Copenhagen Central Station were we parted. I then walked to Tutein where I did some intuitive shopping for materials, paper in the color I call "sale yellow", 4 sheets of tracing paper, 4 sheets of pvc, neon yellow dot stickers, and a roll of grey tape. I pocketed some transparent tiny human shaped models for architecture modelling, 2 translucent elastic bands and 2 white elastic bands. I'm not sure what I'll use it for yet but I hope it will make sense to use in this mapping project. I then went to Photographica and was told that my camera is too old for them to be able to fix it. It saddens me that electronics have a life and death in the sense that they just cannot be fixed when they are outdated. I'm going to walk around in Nørrebro another day to see if any of the electronic shops there can help me, not giving up just yet. A hippie dude who seems to be obsessed with me wrote me on Instagram that I can have his old camera, I'm not sure if I feel like taking him up on the offer. After the disappointment I went to Kunstbiblioteket at Charlottenborg to get Fifty Years of Recuperation by McKenzie Wark, a book she wrote on the Situationist International (SI) and the movements influence on our contemporary understanding of art, culture and politics. I had trouble finding it but a very sweet librarian helped me locate it, and it of course turned out to be just where I couldn't find it. I can't walk around the city without going to at least one secondhand shop, so I went to Blå Kors Genbrug and got a neon yellow running jacket. I was thinking about the G4S security guards walking around in their neon uniforms, imagining they had wings like angels, maybe it will turn out to be something. I then texted with I and we agreed to meet at Tjili Pop. I cut through Kongens Have and felt very anti-social, not sure if it would be a good idea to meet, today is pessimistic as fuck. Walking by Nørreport to swing by the genbrugsstation at Nansensgade where I found a crystal-glass candlestick, then proceeded to walk by the lakes to get to Tjili Pop where I am now writing this. I met someone I know on my way to get cigarettes, they looked at me with a weird look on their face and so did the lady in the kiosk. I'm not sure what to take from that.

[the-city-kitty]

Bit of a rant.

I’m so unbelievably annoyed at how shot my confidence in my drawing has become. Like, I don’t consider myself an “artist” in that sense, drawing is not my main mode of artistic expression however it is one that after years of avoiding and hating it I learned to really like doing and found joy and fun in doing. I like to draw. Even if the final product isn’t necessary “good,” if I like how it looks at the end then that’s enough for me and I enjoy the process of getting there. At least I did.

I honestly have no idea what happened and that’s really the annoying part is sometimes you don’t realize what it is you’re internalizing until suddenly the thing that you really liked and you still want to like makes you feel so fucking awful every time you try to do it. I used to give way less of a shit and I would just fill a page with random doodles or I would spend time on an illustration, getting as detailed as my skill level allowed but still having fun the whole time. Now every time I start a sketch I’ll put down one single line and something in me just booms WRONG! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!

And I know that to get better at art it takes practice and quite frankly I don’t practice at regular intervals cuz again, it’s not my main mode of expression, but at least for me the development of the skill is sort of secondary, cuz I don’t really start sketching with the goal to be better at the next sketch, I just want to sketch. So it’s incredibly frustrating that as soon as I put pencil to paper I get this innate sense of dread that I’m wasting time and supplies for something I’m not even that good at. It’s annoying because it was something that I struggled so hard to undo when I first got into drawing so that I could really enjoy it and it feels like somehow, without my noticing, I got back to square one again.

Part of it too is that I’ve made such big strides in getting back into writing and maintaining my motivation to write, unfortunately making that progress still hasn’t eliminated the part of me that reflexively thinks that any time spent not writing is a waste. It’s definitely a thought left ofer from the days when I was scared I would never pick up my pen again, but now that I’ve made progress it’s still stuck around, but now it’s just adapted to the new situation. And because drawing has always been a secondary hobby for me now every time I try, that thought just viciously attacks me every time. “Why would you waste time drawing when you could be working on your writing? Your writing is what you will be remembered for, that’s what’s more important.”

And quite frankly I really only started taking an interest in drawing because I wanted to draw fan art. Yes it has since expanded to wanting to draw my own OCs but fan art is where I got started and it’s what is plaguing me now. And it’s frustrating because I am a very visual thinker! I can “see” everything in my mind, and even then there’s reference images and I know intellectually that when I draw the characters I want to draw it doesn’t necessarily have to match up with the style of the show but there’s also something so intimidating about trying to figure out how to translate a character from their original art style into one that I can draw because… I don’t even know what my “art style” is. And that’s always what makes me stop and get frustrated and put my pencil down, fuck man today I got so stupidly close to having a small breakdown because I couldn’t find an eraser which meant I couldn’t fix any mistakes I made on the sketch I was trying to start. So I just… quit. And I’m getting so tired of wanting to draw and just quitting, cuz like I said, I see it all in my head and I think about drawing it and that thought makes me excited and happy and then as soon as I start trying to do it all that happiness just bleeds right back out of me.

It’s like there’s this disconnect between my brain and my hands and no matter what I do, switching from drawing on paper to digital drawing, trying to make the perfect setting (clean desk), or allotting myself plenty of time so I don’t have to worry about anything other than trying to enjoy the drawing process, I just… can’t anymore. And it makes me very very sad.

[rookie-critic]

House Party (2023, dir. Calmatic) - review by Rookie-Critic

It is arthouse film season. Any awards contenders/foreign language films that aren't already out over here in the States are going to come out in rapid succession over the next couple months so that the general public can see them before the awards shows are over. I love these movies, when they're good, they're incredible, but I get tired and brain fried watching these high concept, thinky films one after another after another sometimes. So, last Friday I went and saw House Party to unwind. Sometimes it's nice to just kick back, switch the thinker off, and enjoy the ride. Now, I will ashamedly admit that I have never seen the original, Reginald Hudlin, Kid 'n Play House Party from 1990, so I won't be able to draw many comparisons between the two films. From what I've read in other reviews, this new one wasn't able to capture the same heart or sense of fun that the original had. I can see where they're coming from; the titular house party doesn't really start until close to an hour into the film, and the buildup to it only has a couple of moments that are actually funny, but the House Party itself, once the film actually brings us there, is pretty entertaining. The celebrity cameos range from hilarious (Mark Cuban) to eye-roll inducing (Lil Wayne) to cool (Tinashe), the central protagonist duo of Jacob Latimore and Tosin Cole have great chemistry and comedic timing, and the joke factor of the film is just higher overall during the actual party. It's just a shame that it feels like it doesn't take up a lot of space in the film that's named after it.

Possibly the funniest part of the whole film is the cameo from Kid Cudi. It almost feels like a crime to call his role in the film a cameo because he's such an integral part of the film's story, and is one of the main characters of what is easily the funniest, craziest, best part of the entire movie. I won't spoil the fun because I think that, if you're into this kind of movie, I would definitely recommend seeing it. It never tries too hard, which is sometimes endearing, and sometimes a detriment to the quality of the film. Another one of the film's issues is that the ending feels incredibly rushed; with how long it took us to get to the actual House Party itself, you would think we'd spend at least a little time on the aftermath of the thing, but really the film seems content to just say "this is where the characters ended up, thanks for coming, bye bye now." in a matter of minutes. I appreciate the art of the epilogue, and it feels like House Party kind of phones theirs in. I also could have done without the main character, Kevin's, motivation for throwing the party. It feels like a McGuffin for the characters to "get serious" and "get things done" whenever anything starts to get out of hand. It just felt kind of tacked on and unnecessary when they could have easily just done it because, I don't know, they don't want to go to jail for throwing an illegal house party at LeBron James' house without his consent? That seems like a pretty good reason to kick into gear. Good enough for me, at least.

House Party is not a perfect film, by any stretch of the imagination. It has a ton of flaws, it's not as funny as it should be, and it's overall very forgettable, but did I hate it? No, not at all. I'm not sure if it's because of the aforementioned "arthouse burnout," or what, but I had fun with House Party. It's a decent enough distraction, I just feel like over time it will fade into obscurity, and not have the lasting societal impact that the film it sought to remake has.

Score: 5/10

Currently only in theaters.

[6okuto]

— suna relationship hcs

gn!reader

suna rintarou suna rintarou suna rintarou. that was me doing a bloody mary btw i'm expecting him at my door later

he likes playing with your hands, writing out words with his fingers and making you guess what they are.

if you give him a pen he Will draw on your hand (you had to make him swear to stop drawing dicks or at least cover them up after)

he gets angry at a game and you jokingly go "rin, baby, stop, look at me. this isn't you." and he deflates and laughs almost immediately. now it's just a regular thing the both of you do whenever you get frustrated and somehow it works

menace suna who steals characters from your mudae wishlist on discord. softie suna who gives them to you for free and was collecting them so no one else would

loves watching bad (horror) movies with you just so you can point out plot holes and laugh

if you'd like him to post you, he always manages to balance great photos with photos that are just a little embarrassing/humiliating

so many mirror pics. so many photos of you sleeping or candid shots of you smiling

his favourites (which have all been lockscreens) are 1. a photo of you resting your chin in his palm while smiling 2. the two of you smushing your faces next to each other laughing 3. a screenshot from a video where you kissed

has a collaborative playlist just for the two of you so you can add songs that you like/remind you of each other

he made another playlist at the beginning of your relationship just for you based on his taste, guessing, and snooping

holds your bags when you go shopping (as long as you can figure out how to hold his hand at the same time)

does uquizzes with you and makes fun of your results if they're bad. give him one that reads him to filth and now he's wondering how they figured out his biggest fear from lyrics and colours

makes a collection on tiktok solely with videos to send you

if you ever want to do your nails he's giving his opinion. he'll pay if you do his idea (perhaps contrary to some belief,, actually makes sure they look good)

the both of you switch off music duty (privilege) during road trips

there's been multiple times where you're playing monopoly or some other competitive game and he just leaves everything he has to you. "babe you can win trust me" no i can't i won't

uses those apps where you can make a widget for the other person's phone. it'll be a cute photo until it's randomly something stupid for 10 minutes then he switches it back or vice versa

uses rock paper scissors to choose who gets up for snacks when you're both on the couch and don't want to move

very clingy when he's tired. doesn't even care who sees him at that point his priority is wrapping himself around you and not letting go

rin loves it if You're clingy. you try to sneak under his arms while he's laying down on his phone? he teases you but wraps you up with him under the blanket. you're holding onto his hand or arm while you're walking around? never has he had a greater life purpose than making sure you don't bump into somebody or trip (unless he's the one tripping you)

tries harder when you come to watch him play even if he denies it when his teammates try to tease him

when you're watching their volleyball practice he says "watch this" as if he's going to do something cool but all he does is hit atsumu in the back with the ball. "what'd you think" "very skilled throw, rin" "What the hell?!"

he tries. so hard to be "more romantic" sometimes. he's (secretly) a little worried that he isn't doing enough so he asks his friends or even his sister for things he can do. he just wants to make sure you're happy being with him o(-(

^ you're the reason he'll go out of his way to do things he usually won't. if you want to sway together to a song he'll do it. if you want to sing karaoke with him he'll do it. if you told him to be nice to atsumu for 5 minutes and gave him a Look, he'd do it (atsumu better Watch out later though)

rin has a section in his closet with your clothes you've left behind at his house / the pieces you always seem to steal from him whether it's a hoodie or a hat

if you start to fall asleep next to him he gently takes your head to rest on his shoulder so you don't hurt your neck

teasingly asked for a kiss before a big game saying you were his good luck charm. now you do it every time before a game or exam without question (he does the same for you in case you were wondering)

always takes a deep breath when you start to play with his hair before leaning further into you (and closing his eyes)

will fake propose or pretend it's your birthday just so you can get congratulations and food at a restaurant

^ he got a fake cheap ring but seeing you wearing it while eating and laughing with him got rin Thinking a little bit.