#gabs milestones

[baekkku]

  ♫　 ꙳　⌚️　300  ∿

hi!! thank you guys sm for supporting and following me we’re literally more then halfway to 500 soooo HAPPY 300 MIL YALL IM FAMOUS HAHA 😜, all jokes aside this is such an amazing and fun hobby for me and im happy other ppl enjoy it too. I didn’t get to thank y’all for 200 + 250 so I’ve come up with smth special

My past 5 months have been rlly joyful I took many breaks but the people I met and interacted with made this experience worth it ☺️

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[altschmerzes]

First round- 7, 11, 13

i finished ONE of my four thousand assignments so here we go, thank you!!!

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

oh my gd i don't even remember. i think it was a super mega crossover or something. like a crossover of Everything. or some self insert oc thing from when i read tortall for the first time but i think that was literally in like 2nd grade.

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

i worry about doing research to the exact proportion that i think it is actually necessary for the story to be coherent and respectful and also to the exact extent that i think is a good and fun time. in terms of something neat i've learned, i know a lot about UK child labour laws now? and the recent season record of the kansas city royals. i also know a LOT of names of bones and joints and other extremely hyper-specific aspects of physiology, thank you harrow pov locked tomb fic.

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

i mean, the reception to wriggle up on dry land, tbh? like, i thought that was gonna be a SUPER niche concept that was basically gonna be for like, me and two other people. but people have been really lovely and invested in it and that's been fantastic and also a surprise. honestly, the reception to the things i want to write in general?? the qpr two aces fic maybe even more than that. any time i talk about wanting to write about non-normative relationships and aromantic characters and i get some like. really sincere and really enthusiastic encouragement for something that i was deeply under the impression for a long time was something nobody cared or wanted to hear about. which has just. been lovely. absolutely lovely.

help me reward myself with treats to get through my finals season by sending me things from this ask game list!

[saintmurd0ck]

another congratulations on 500 love you rhi <3!!

okay so we all know that pre/mid-elektra matt is most definitely a sub but post-elektra matt? i imagine you'd be fucking him for at least a few months at this point but he's so scared of connection because of what happened with elektra so even though you're friends otherwise, the more intimate part of the relationship is emotionally cold and distant; aftercare (cuddling, soft kisses) is rare (but matt is an inherently caring person so he'd definitely clean you up and make you breakfast if you end up staying the night) and the sex is harsh, degrading & angry and generally amazing.

i love you gabs! thank you so much for being one of my biggest supporters <3

also, once again, i feel like ive already said this twice today but WOW your thoughts and insights are incredible. i'm gonna answer this ask in a little bit of a different format than i have for the sleepover!!!!

thoughts (some smutty) after the cut!!!

you're completely right. after defenders (of which i haven't finished but i know what happens), matt murdock doesn't exist. we have a broken daredevil, someone who is absolutely completely broken to his core. even though he's not technically in love with elektra anymore, he still loved her, and her dying twice has ruined him to rock bottom.

at this point in time, matt isn't ready for a relationship. he needs to release his pent up emotions in one of the few ways he knows how, and that's through you. he's cold and distant, unsure if he can trust anyone again, and the healing process of his identity isn't an easy one.

matt's religion plays a little part here. as a catholic, sex without strings attached is inherently difficult, but he is so broken that you're right -- there's minimal aftercare, minimal attachment, just sex.

it's rough, raw, sometimes animalistic. all you hear are growls and guttural moans, and the sensation of his warmth spreading inside you as he cums is all too familiar. he likes feeling you kneel in front of him, lips parted as he stuffs himself in your mouth, words like "dirty girl, fucking me like this" echoing in your ears.

it's amazing for a while, but you can see it in the way he fucks you, in the way his internal struggle manifests in his face when you're intimate... after a while your "relationship" with him starts to feel off. so you begin to pay attention to him, learn about him, and not just his body. you don't want to pry because after all he's just a friend with benefits, but you're determined to try and help him, as subtle as possible.

for instance, on a few occasions, telling him that you want to be on top, that you want to be in charge. you want him to lay back and relax, just fully, completely relax, while you work him on top. and he does that, eyes squeezing shut at how good your hips feel grinding against his, the way you place his calloused hands over your boobs as you let him deeper inside you.

and he starts to let go a little. starts to loosen up, let go. and slowly, ever so slowly, matt murdock begins to return. his shoulders aren't so tight anymore, his smile lines crinkling at the jokes you make...

and he allows himself to finally feel, to finally make those connections he honestly, truly needs.

[agoobersretreat]

4000 posts!

"Whoa. Gnarly~."

Very cool, happy to do more.

[alrtyhoney]

The rundown: You looked like someone Miguel terribly misses– his daughter. (FIRST PART)

Content: Miguel x Daughter!Reader (wc: 1359)

“Have you thought about it already?” 

The girl remains focused on her drawings, doodling away. “About what?” She mumbles a reply, without turning her gaze, still engrossed in her drawings. She knew what he was going to say anyway.

Miguel reaches forward and tenderly tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Your quinceanera, Gab.” He remarks warmly. 

She only laughs in return, shaking her head. It's silly, she thinks to herself. "I'm not even near being fifteen yet!" she protests in between fits of giggles. It occurred to Gabriella that his father had an ulterior motive from the sudden pique of interest in her hobbies and likes; he wasn’t particularly chatty, so the past few weeks had pushed her to finally ask him what he was trying to do. 

She didn’t understand at first. Miguel, very patiently, explained that a quinceanera was a special once-in-a-lifetime event for every girl. It was more than just a birthday celebration, it was an important milestone in her life. But she quickly discouraged the idea, not wanting to think about it so early. They had all of the time in the world, she thought, there was no reason to rush.

“I just want it to be special.” He says, “Your mother would’ve wanted that.” 

“No te preocupes, papá.” She reassures her with a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll make it special.” 

The clip ended, the screen slowly fading until only his reflection remained in the empty frame. All he could see now was a hollow shell of a man looking back at him; his expression blank and unflinching. Miguel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. That scene had etched itself into his mind, burning– mockingly so. 

Nothing could ever fill the hole that his daughter had left in his heart - like when he first held her in his arms so many years ago; her presence still obvious on his chest where her memories had imprinted themselves, a permanent reminder of the loss of a child. He trudged through life with heavy feet and an even heavier heart. 

He wonders if things could’ve been different or if he would always be incapable of keeping people in his life, always slipping from his fingers and out of his grasp.

“You’re watching it again,” Lyla appears on his shoulder, sitting there with her legs crossed. 

“What about it?” 

"That's the fourth time today," She says, her voice laced with a trace of worry that she was quick to try and disguise as part of her normal banter. It had become increasingly clear to her that something was amiss and although she was programmed to know anything, Lyla did not know much about Miguel. 

“What do you want?” 

“An anomaly is spotted in earth-829, a renaissance-like hawk wreaking havoc in a modern museum– yikes.” Lyla briefs him, “Jessica is already on standby.” 

Miguel shakes his head, sighing. “Shouldn’t she be on maternity leave already?” He asks, his suit already appearing and opening a file regarding the mission. A hologram opens in front of him, filling in the details. Vulture. “Tell her to go home. I’ll handle this one.” 

“I think you shouldn’t,” Lyla squeaks with a nervous smile on her face. “Think you really shouldn’t.”

Miguel taunts with an arrogant tilt of his head, matter-of-factly declaring, "And who's the one taking orders here?" His mask then slides firmly into place, and a portal opens beneath his feet as he steps through. Lyla knows too well by now that there isn't any room for negotiation. 

As he stepped into the unfamiliar environment, a chorus of cries and screams greeted him from the running crowd. They pushed each other to safety, a few staying to watch spider-man in action. Miguel sighs, cracking his neck as he prepares himself to step in.

However, he slightly flinches as the said hero narrowly avoids him, crashing into the wall behind him with a loud thud. She quickly scrambled back to her feet, dusting the bits of rubble from her suit. “Hello? Mascot-man? I’m kinda in the middle of something here–” 

“I’ll take it from here, kid.” If it wasn’t for the mask covering his face, his nonchalant tone would betray his expression. It was no surprise to him that someone as young as her had been bitten by a spider like so many others before her, but he knows damn well what awaits for her and that is what troubled him every time. 

“And who are you exactly?” She shouts, running towards the anomaly again. 

Miguel quickly binds the vulture's wings with his webs, allowing you to throw in a few punches before the bird regains its footing and takes off into flight. “I’m from another dimension.”

You audibly gasp, the eyes on your mask widening as you swing around, “I knew dimensions were real!” Completely unfocused, the anomaly narrows his eyes before charging towards you– before you could react to your senses tingling, you were sent tumbling to the ground, near the broken pile of rocks and other rubble. 

Miguel loudly groans, getting a hold of the enemy. “Kid, focus!” He barks out, and you immediately snap back to what you were doing, swinging enthusiastically towards him. 

“How did you do it? I mean– I tried to prove it all my life!” 

“Aren’t you 12?” He scoffs at your statement, clearly not a fan of exaggeration.

“14 – and that’s not the point, mascot-man!” 

The fight went on with you chatting and talking his ear off. Miguel had answered in dismissive grunts and his usual ‘it’s classified.’ remark, but he just couldn’t discourage your eagerness in any way. You had tired him out, more than the anomaly did.

Spider-society, magic watch, many more of you– you’ve basically summed up. 

“You should definitely let me join,” You offered cheerfully, cocking your head and wiggling your foot. The battle had finally come to a close, thanks in part to the arrival of a couple more spider-men who lent an extra hand. You had caught up to Miguel, basically begging him to let you in. “We made a great team back there old man!” 

“Old man?” 

“Okay, sensitive,” You muttered under your breath. “But seriously– I could learn more from you!” 

“Kid, listen–” 

You had cut him off again, seemingly not taking no as an answer as you tried to persuade him again. You continued to babble, not leaving any room for him to interrupt. Miguel rubbed a hand over his face, hidden beneath the fabric of his mask, as he groaned in frustration for what felt like the hundredth time today. His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to you rambling on and on– patience nipping on itself from your lack of understanding with regards to the matter at hand. 

“First off, I did most of the work back there. If it weren’t for me calling for back-up, you could’ve been injured badly. This society isn’t some school club you can just sign yourself in,” He explained, already itching to return and leaving you in the dust. A liability is the last thing he needed. “You don’t have what it takes.”

You throw your head back, groaning. You take your mask off, revealing a busted lip and a frown. “Whatever, your club sounds stupid anyway.” You mumble under your breath, suddenly feeling worn out yourself. Of course what he said had stung– it had taken so much effort to learn how to control your powers over the past two months since you were bitten by that spider. It wasn’t like there was a manual or a book written for freaks that happened to have superhero powers under such circumstances. You had to learn on your own. 

Turning your back on him, you had fully expected him to disappear as well– but, to your surprise, he was totally motionless; a statue in solidarity unable to shift an inch. His stillness made the atmosphere unbearably tense and although you could not bring yourself to look back at him (well, you did call his club stupid.), you sensed his gaze upon you like a heavy weight pushing down on your shoulders. 

“Gabriella?” 

[bewilderedbuck]

Watch the First 5 Minutes of ‘Never Have I Ever’ Season 4

The last time fans saw Devi Vishwakumar (Maitreyi Ramakrishnan), she was hitting the milestone she’s dreamed of since the Never Have I Ever series premiere: handing in her One Free Boink card. While Devi probably didn’t imagine her first time would include a, well, literal Boink card — or her longtime nemesis Ben Gross (Jaren Lewison) — her story has taught us very few things in life go as planned. That’s the fun of it.  So, while you were planning to tune in to Never Have I Ever’s Season 4 when it debuts on June 8, Sherman Oaks High’s most unpredictable honors student has a little surprise for you. Class is starting early — and you can watch the first five minutes of the Season 4 premiere right now. The new season picks up minutes after Devi and Ben shut the door as they enter Ben’s bedroom in the the Season 3 finale. But if you assumed the pair would be basking in the afterglow, you’d be mistaken. “Oh hell, they seem awkward,” narrator John McEnroe says. He’s right. Ben doesn’t quite know the right thing to say — it definitely doesn’t include the word Uber — and Devi is too uncomfortable to do anything but dash home. Ramakrishnan relishes the unexpected (and “funny”) aftermath of the hookup. “I love disappointment,” she jokes to Tudum. “I love that scene, because that’s f**king life.”  Naturally, both Devi and Ben go lick their relatable wounds. For Devi, that means a gab session and post-sex texting workshop with her best friends, Eleanor (Ramona Young) and Fabiola (Lee Rodriguez). Ben, on the other hand, turns to a brand new Never Have I Ever celebrity guest for advice. (You’ll have to watch the video to find out who.)  “What’s nice about [Devi and Ben] not immediately panning out is that’s how people realize what’s important in our expectations and our values,” says Ramakrishnan. “Is it rose petals, or is it having someone that you can talk to openly? Learning how to be [comfortable] with yourself and communicate your feelings is worth a hundred roses, right?” That’s a question Devi and her friends will have to answer over Never Have I Ever’s final season, which will see the Sherman Oaks High crew finish out their senior year — and figure out what their future will look like. As Ramakrishnan says, “Devi’s still a work in progress.”  Watch all that progress — and learn whether Ben accepts Devi’s Kristen Stewart–level cool date invite — when all of Never Have I Ever Season 4 premieres on June 8. 

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[taohs]

hi aki congrats on the milestone <3333 so if you're still taking requests could you do a coloring of luffy smiling? thank u xx

hi gab! omg yes!!! of course i will color the baby boy, thinking about it already puts a smile on my face 😭💛

[themomsandthecity]

The Very Real Sacrifice of Caring For Aging Parents in Your 20s

"I think things will be easier if my mom dies first," I found myself saying out loud to my best friend late last year, sitting on the carpeted steps of her rental house. This sentence may have come across as cold and morbid to anyone else, but I knew Tessa understood where I was coming from: Her dad and my dad both have terminal lung diseases, and neither of us have the best relationships with our moms, either. My mom in particular is generally healthy, but I worry about her living alone as someone who can be forgetful, overly trusting, isolated, and naive. Tessa and I met working at our college bookstore as cashiers. She's now a math teacher married to a great guy with a new baby boy. Tessa just turned 29. I'm a healthcare reporter who lives in Oakland, CA. I take art classes, love walking around the Bay, and have a 9-year-old cat named Clark. I'll be 28 later this year. Tessa and I both have older parents, and have bonded over how it can sometimes feel like we got robbed of fully enjoying our 20s. I don't call Tessa to gab about a new crush, or text her photos of my outfit options before a date. Instead, we talk about having to navigate federal healthcare on behalf of our parents, and arrange care for them while simultaneously trying to keep our own lives afloat. Neither of us feel like we have the same normalcy our friends do; we don't often call our parents for advice or anticipate the holiday season with excitement. Instead, our 20s have mostly felt like we're consistently waiting for the other shoe to drop, and when it does, we turn to each other for support. I am one of many millennials being affected by what's been referred to as an elder-care crisis. It's difficult to care for aging parents, especially with whom you have a strained relationship, while also navigating early adulthood. . . and financially earning less than they did at my age. The weight of credit card debt, student loans, and societal expectations can feel crushing. Hell, sometimes vet bills for just Clark can get pricey, even with pet insurance. I want to save money. I want to travel. I'd like to upgrade from a studio to a one bedroom so I don't have to fall asleep staring at my desk, since I work from home. But I also know that when my dad inevitably passes - and likely before my mom due to his condition - I'll need to be able to spring a last-minute plane ticket home and help get things in order. I recently received a master's degree from Syracuse University's Newhouse School, and throughout my final few semesters, I routinely thought to myself, "I hope my dad stays alive at least until I finish this degree." It can often feel like I'm holding my breath, hoping my parents hang on until I'm in a more established place in my life, so that I can offer the best care while also being my best self. My dad's prognosis was originally around seven years max, and he's now in his third year since being diagnosed. His health isn't currently changing much day by day, and when people ask how he's doing, I reply, "About the same." It can often feel like I'm holding my breath. I deeply desire to maintain autonomy in my own life, which still feels like it's just beginning. But I also want to make sure my parents are safe, healthy, and have all the resources they need as they age. So, rather than save for an eventual wedding or other milestone, I now have a separate savings account explicitly meant to help my parents in the event of something tragic. Just like a wedding is a major life event, so is losing a parent and maintaining care for the other parent - particularly if you're an only child, like I am. (At this point, some might ask, "Why don't you just leave the Bay Area if you're so concerned about money?" So, I should note that I have two uncles who live here, and we're very close. They weren't always part of my life, and as they also get up there in age, I want to be around them as long as possible, making… https://www.popsugar.com/family/millennial-taking-care-aging-parents-essay-49351514?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[schfiftytwo]

On Spring Vibes

Whoo, so much for trying to be consistent. In my defense (to the void) there is a significant amount of stuff going on at work, and with some of our senior folks leaving for the green pastures of multimillion (tbh at this point its multibillion, damn capitalism working as god intended) dollar firms, the reshuffling, big ticket things, and random fires have a fervor unlike anything I've seen before. Super interesting stuff, thankful that I'm helping out on meaningful things, happy that it's fulfilling, good that some of it is public, all of that blah blah blah, it's busy folks.

But. Let's take back a bit of time and see what's cooking. Today, I want to write about something that I've gabbed with friends and close colleagues about for what has to be years now - my reflections on springtime. Now, this could go any number of ways. I could talk about the weather, I could talk about the new flowers and leaves (and weeds, fuck the weeds man) sprouting up around the neighborhood, people getting more uppity to be outside, etc etc, and yeah I guess that's all relevant for springtime, but not what's on my mind.

The thing that I'm getting at is a bit less concrete - springtime as a vibe. And the vibe I've been most interested in is springtime as a set of realizations, reminders, and feelings unique to this time of year. Why these specific musings?

It's because it's commencement season. For the uninitiated (and really it shouldn't come as a surprise), I have always loved school and the idea of schooling. The pure pursuit of learning, being surrounded by a properly insane mix of brilliance and stupidity, finding your niche, and at base finding what it is that makes you tick inside and outside the classroom stands as one of the great memories and milestones of my life. Indeed, if I wasn't so pressed to, you know, pay bills, I would have dove headfirst into being a professor (shouts to my incredibly lucky classmates who actually did that - god damn you guys, what a life).

Anyway - the consumation of all that effort, all that discovery, the season of commencement, has always been a very special time of year for me (sue me), and usually results in me thinking a bit more wistfully than I usually do. In some ways a lot of the vibe I'm trying to put into words is pure sentiment, excess romanticism. The faces of elation of closing one chapter and opening another, the burst of the pinnacle of youth before the stupendous fall of adulthood, the photographs, the regalia, the pomp and circumstance, the pantomime and pageantry - I simply cannot get enough, and I am lucky that I've been able to enmesh myself in many commencements - both my own, and those of my friends and family.

In another way, and perhaps what is more to the point, the vibe also represents a view toward the unknown - what I mean by realizations, reminders, and feelings. The example that comes to mind is perhaps unique to my line of work, and how it stacks up with that of my colleagues with a different kind of "D" after their name. For us lawyers, commencement (and really the years of law school as a singular experience) is a representation of the next chapter, a start toward the bar, that first job, that first time you get a chance to prove you're a grown up. For me and many of my peers, that all centered around biglaw - becoming corporate sharks, prowling the mean streets of DC, NYC, Chicago, LA, Miami, Austin, Toronto, etc, closing deals, popping off demand letters, standing up in federal court and playing our best unflappable selves (god how insufferable we must have been - but has anything really changed lol). For others, it was about doing justice - defending the little guy, or more often than not going after the bad guy (who also happened to usually be the little guy). Perhaps more noble pursuits, but tinged with that cloying badge of authority, the aura of importance.

The comparison (and I promise I'll get to the point here, dear void), and what more often than not brought me to a point of poignancy, was what I saw both with my peers who decided to do the real doctor thing and devote their lives to saving lives. The MDs in my life are suspiciously plentiful - my very first love from those days when I didn't even know what kind of person I wanted to be is now a prominent attending physician in a hospital that is affiliated with that one famous school in Boston (yeah, that one), and even my peers in my current circles who went the MD route have done exceptionally well for themselves - wait, am I the odd one out? They're helping people and I...well I guess made the rich guys and gals of the world just a bit richer. Fuck.

Anyway. The thrust of their lives is what I'm focused on. Take for instance match day for MDs - the day where medical school kids, after decades of hard work, sweat, tears, boundless insecurity, and constant ironborn perseverance, find out where they will spend the next four years post grad as resident physicians (yes, just like Scrubs or House, but also 1000% not like that). Every school memorializes that day - livestreams of the reveal, interviews with students, countless photos of students, their families, their loved ones, their children (!) in still moments of pure, often tearful joy at this next chapter. I matched in orthopedic surgery at UChicago. I matched in internal medicine at Baylor. I matched in cardiology at Columbia (wink wink to the A+E readers, can't stop won't stop). Even my mother, a physician in her own right, recalls the day she matched - an event she described to me as one of the happiest and scariest days of her life, one that established the start of a long and fulfilling career in the service of others.

Now. Why bring this up? I'm not a doctor (or at least not that kind of doctor), why would I care about what my well-heeled peers get to do? Don't I have better things to do?

Well, that's exactly it, no? Better things to do. I share this because for years, my predictably slime person attitude was all about the flair and spectacle - god damn, I love the forest green of your Harvard divinity loops signifying you're now a hot shit MD. Fuck me, your Stanford overcoat gown with the green inlay makes you look like a fearsome yet benevolent medical wizard, a young Yen Sid with a penchant for healing. That hospital you're going to is legendary, isn't that one super famous doctor there who did this and that. Never did I give a real substantive thought to what that all really meant, once the spectacle wrapped, the gowns and trappings packed away, the photos developed and framed, the memories faded into those clouds in the deep crevasses of our brain.

Why is that? Simple - for me and my closest cadre, none of us had any inkling about the pursuit of helping people. We were excited about being unreasonably compensated in all the right ways, wining and dining, getting suited up to fuck shit up, being young and reckless and meme-worthy but still rocking it. Respectable drive for a young lawyer maybe, but...just tinged with something that I can only describe as a sad shallowness. Not even the promise of pro bono work (which none of us did btw - we were too busy helping rich folks get richer) was enticing enough to convince us otherwise, or even pretend we could enlighten ourselves in a meaningful way.

Tying it up, what is the point here? Did I get lost again?

No, not really. The point is that during this time of emergence, of new beginnings, I am always reminded of what my beginning was, and how...truly fruitless it was in practice. How excited I was to be important, and how quickly I realized how unimportant I was, even amid the trappings and corridors where I knew important things (including important things I did!) were happening. Meanwhile, my peers who went another route, one more noble, whether it was to do justice, or to really help people - to hone their craft, ease suffering, be meaningful, had begun in earnest. Maybe I had a lovely office, incredibly quippy coworkers who I trusted and swore by as a result of deep trauma bonding during shit work weeks (of which there were so, so many lol), maybe I was objectively wealthy, but...

I just...didn't think I'd realize so quickly how little that all meant. How much it affected me, changed me, made me into someone I didn't like, someone my now-wife resented?

What could have been if I had been smarter, more willing to let my talent be in the service of actually deserving people. If I had been brave enough to do something that wasn't solely focused on the flair of it all.

That, dear void, is the point. Why I do what I do now, why I have committed myself to helping others (because yes, I do work for you after all), not only to better myself, but perhaps to convince myself that I can remedy what time I wasted trying to be a shill. Every year, I remind myself that this is why it (work?) matters, why I matter, why this pursuit of mine, my love of what I do day in and day out is and always will be worth it. It has to, after all.

Why would anyone in their right mind be a lawyer if it wasn't truly meaningful?

Springtime vibes indeed. Cheers, folks.

[gamebunny-advance]

Context: about every 100+ followers or so, I hold a "Follower Milestone Celebration" where I open doodle requests for a short time. I'm getting really close to the next one, but the last time I did it, there weren't that many requests, so I've kinda been discouraged from doing it.

But, this next milestone is kinda special since it's the big 1,000, and it'd feel weird if that's the one where I finally decided to stop doing it. So, I thought I'd ask what y'all want to do.

If you're not familiar with the general celebration rules, they are as follows:

One request per person per celebration. If you've made a request in the past, you can ask for another one, but only one per milestone.

One character per request. I might make exceptions for "animal buddies" or other small companions, but not 2 full-sized characters. I used to do them, but I wanna keep things moving and do as many requests as possible.

Don't be too detailed or specific. These are only doodle requests, something I can draw in less than an hour, so the art is gonna be a little simple. At most, keep it limited to 1 character + an action. Props are okay. Backgrounds are situational/simple.

Good Example: Kun3h0 eating a pizza.

Bad Example: Kun3h0 sitting cross-legged while eating a pizza slice in one hand, and holding a game controller in the other while playing Kirby Air Ride while GAB watches.

It's ONLY open to followers that followed before I made the official announcement. (This is not the official announcement.) This means that requests cannot be anonymous, since I have to verify the follower status. If you don't want your name published with your request, then just ask to be anonymous, and I won't mention your name when I post the doodle~

I'm being especially strict about that rule now. Anyone coming into my ask box with a sob story that wasn't following me is just gonna be blocked on sight now.

I don't do OCs. This includes other people's OCs. I used to allow them for mutuals and honorary mutuals, but it's both a confusing rule, and I actually feel a lot of pressure when drawing OCs since I want to make them as good as possible. I think y'all deserve the best, but that's hard to upkeep when I'm doing rapid-fire requests X(.

I will draw for fandoms I'm not familiar with, but I won't draw things that conflict with my moral values. I'm not gonna make a whole list of things/fandoms I won't draw, but if you've been following me on either of my two blogs, then you probably have a good idea of where my moral compass lies. Just ask if you're not sure. If I won't do it, then I'll just ask you to make a different request.

I don't do horny. It's not against my morals, but I won't do that kind of thing for free. Even if it's an innocuous kink that could pass under the radar, I'm not consenting to be a part of that at this time. Consider a commission if you want something like that from me.

That's the gist of it. There isn't a hard limit on how long the celebration goes or how many requests I'll do, but it's generally first-come, first-serve, but mutuals/honorary mutuals get priority. I like to think of it like microwaving pop-corn: I'll officially close things once requests either slow down or stop for a significant amount of time and/or I get burnt out.

Also keep in mind that none of this is an obligation to me, so I might reject a request for a reason not explicitly stated in the rules. It just depends on how comfortable I am with the request.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask (questions can be anonymous)~

[baekkku]

GM! Everyone thank you so much for this milestone im really grateful for those who follow, like and re blog this blog. It’s been actually exactly a month since I restarted tumblr and I’m really happy that I can made moodboards, gifs and many more for all of you.

I am trying harder to create better moodboards as I did before but ill keep trying

This is the part where I mention my fav blogs which is basically everyone I follow 💀 (sorry for the unnecessary ping):

@yeritos @p-oisn @sunoofication @sugiieop @s-eori @i-kyujin @m-ime @miye0ns @miye0nsalt @baesol @ninigty @wonyis @wonglits @aesni @i9chae @shua-ssi @editsredvelvet @h-ao @k-azuhas @k-yujin @wiotas @lorlita @i06gyu @i6yunjins @iii-ba @koosuvi @eliatopia @hy4k @i04rei @gaecoo @gaiawons @trivijoy @s-heon @ahinsite @y-urios @y-uisa @y-vna @eunsite @jnssite

& ALOT MORE

[saintmurd0ck]

JUST THE TIP HIT 2K??? RHI WHAT THE FUCK CONGRATS

thank you so much gabs 🥹 it hit 2k a while ago actually, but believe it or not… it’s not my most popular fic. i’m trying so hard to strive for 3k HAHAHAHA. i’m so fucking grateful, i did an extremely silly happy dance when it hit that milestone

[aclowntiny]

🥳🥳🥳 100 Followers!!! 🥳🥳🥳

Such a big milestone in such a short amount of time AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰 You guys have been amazing, it literally makes my day to see some of the comments on things I've made & it keeps me going. I hope to make things you guys enjoy so that you & I are both proud of this fun little clown space 🤡

It also warms my heart to see how many people love Seventeen & Ateez 💎🏴‍☠️

My wish is to soon befriend some Carats & Atiny & have some good old fashioned stan gab sessions as well as receiving more requests 🫡😁

[blue-shaded]

When, in the last 6/7 years have you ever seen Gab not want attention? She was a damn milestone prize 3 years ago 🤣. Gab was also sure to donate first to get attention. There's a reason Jack waits until the end to make his donation. The whole "flirty" bit was a bit to fill time and she wouldn't have had any attention from Jack the entire time otherwise if had guests or other activities to fill the gap.

Personally, I think last year she was pissed that she wasn't a part of it and Jack overacted to make her feel better. Then she went on Twitter to get attention for donating and to participate in the street naming thing. Got a shit ton of flack for saying "she gave a house" etc -rightfully so.

This is why it doesn't surprise me at all. She is a piece of shit. She absolutely is.

[gigeo]

When It Comes To Christmas Concept Bash Invitations

You are the party planner, and made up your mind to have a Christmas theme event and really want tips to help make it absolutely great. One of the most ideal strategies to elevate your affair and get everyone in the right mood is to set a dress code.

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When you mail out your invitations, propose that guests make the scene in their most suitable Christmas costumes. That will likely mean looking into old fashion trends or even dressing as an idolized Christmas character from a movie or TV show. Another great way to bring back the excitement of Christmas fan culture is to hire a Christmas-related movie celeb actor to come to the bash.

Elf Movie Video Invite

https://youtu.be/znQXTgrEd74

Here Are Theme Ideas For Your Christmas Party

Christmas CDs

Santa Props

Santa Clause Sleighs

Christmas TV Trivia

Christmas Movie Posters

Green and Red Xmas Stockings

Holiday Candles

Helicopter

House Made of Candy

Christmas Tree Stars

Angels

Red and White Candy Canes

Christmas Party Packs

Snow Flakes

Ideas For Dinner Party Invitations

Anytime you are figuring out a dinner party for a birthday, milestone, wedding, corporate affair or maybe a social event, it's time to be creative. Regardless of what the circumstance is, coming up with fun and unique ideas can make all the difference. Begin by sending out creative dinner party invitations. The answer here is to make your dinner party invitations different and get your invited guests gabbing. The more vivacious the dinner party, the more relaxed you may be with the invitations.

Personal Dinner Party Themes

There are the traditional dinner parties that involve intimate gatherings amongst friends or perhaps coworkers but they tend to be forgotten relatively quickly. A wonderful dinner party idea is to have a mystery dinner party. Each person arrives with anticipation as they join together and try to solve a mystery. It is a wonderful way to get people to use their imaginations and interact with one another. Additionally, it can be tons of fun. Maybe a surprise dinner party where guests arrive wondering what the occasion is for. Maybe a Hawaiian, tropical, or beach concept would be fun. How about a movie-themed dinner party such as The Great Gatsby or James Bond's Casino Royale and have your guests arrive in their best attire. Go super casual and throw an adult kid-themed party with childish games and finger foods. Make it a costume dinner party, regardless of what season of the year it happens to be. But always cater it in the direction of having a great time. Consider that not everyone appreciates games, so think it through. With the right ingredients, you should have your guests chirping about the event years later.

When You Need New Year's Eve Party Invitations

When planning a New Year's Eve bash, you should be considering how to get the invited guests to come since you will be competing with other parties taking place at the same time. Keeping that in mind, your invitations really should be personalized, exciting, and attention-grabbing. An ordinary invitation usually conveys an ordinary party so make your invitations stick out and radiate excitement. Check out this video

Party organizers have the opportunity to involve a theme into the New Year's Eve event as much or as little as they choose. People who attend the affair have the option of totally taking advantage of your theme and dressing or acting as a particular character all through the course of the party or purely attending the bash and indulging in the atmosphere, food items, cocktails, and entertainment offered by the host. An example of a far more luxurious theme for a New Year's Eve celebration might feature a red carpet show where attendees are urged to dress like their favorite silver screen superstar from a time period of their choice.

creative invitations for New Year's Eve party

Alternately, the theme may be limited to a specific era with people expected to dress like celebrities from the appropriate generation. This is a good idea for a New Year's Eve event theme because lots of guests like to dress in their most sophisticated clothing and this would give them the opportunity to dress to awe. Developing a themed New Year's Eve soiree is a lot of fun but it is also certainly more challenging than planning a party without a theme merely because there is more coordination involved in the planning process and in striving to ensure all of the features of the party fit within the theme.

[nerodreamblog]

I finally got a chance to go to the Meow Wolf in Las Vegas, the grocery store themed one. I was with my mom and brothers and we went to pay for some stuff from the gift shop. But in order to pay for it, we had to get special credits that you could only earn by pretending to work for the grocery store.

We wrote our info on graduation caps (for some reason) and the girl said if they didn't call our name by 6:00 then we can assume we didn't get "hired." They called our names quickly and we went to work.

I was carrying a pallet of cereal. The box was purple and it had berries all over the front. There were older folks standing around in the aisle and gabbing, right where I needed to be. I sighed and decided to just work around them and hoped they took the hint.

As I worked, I realized the majority of the cereal was already past its "best by" date. Though I wasn't sure how accurate I was supposed to be with my work, I still piled on the boxes onto my pallet and thought I'd deal with them.

It later turned into a dream about my cousin L who was celebrating a birthday. It was a special milestone birthday that means her mom, my aunt A, had to make a quiche with the leftovers from her first birthday cake. (It looked more like a calzone.) My aunt had put the "quiche" on the same plate as the old 30-40+ year old cake. It looked utterly disgusting, like an ancient store bought cake.

My cousin took a bite and everyone in the room cheered. I decided to nope out and hang with my brothers for a bit. We kept checking in to see if she was doing okay. She was for a while and eventually came into the room with a glass of Ginger Ale.

"I don't feel good. I'm going to go home," she said before hugging us and going off to say goodbye to the rest of the family.

The dream changed again. I was swimming in the prehistoric ocean alongside a freight boat. I ran into a Megalodon and swam away. Eventually I ran into something monstrous: a massive, prehistoric blue whale. It had a big, white lightning bolt shaped marking on its snout.

The dream changed to me walking alongside this tubby guy who looked kinda like Colonel Sanders as he admired the skeleton of one of the blue whales. He explained to me how like the Megalodon, it gave his fishermen a bit of trouble because of how massive it was. But it would try to eat them like the Megalodon.

Then I woke up.