#its a labor of love

[zannolin]

tabs i have had open for this fic at any given time:

the wikipedia page on shuffling cards

one spreadsheet, one wikipedia page, three informational pages and one reading guide on tarot

rotating schedule of various google maps routes involving colorado, washington, and arches national park

the arches national park homepage

"what is the lifespan of a hippo"

"how long do missing persons cases stay open in the US" (forever or until solved, apparently)

my astronomy textbook ecopy from last semester, in order to describe a black hole

not to mention the half-assembled timeline of earth time vs lyrian time on my legal pad, or the amount of times i've flipped through my copies of the books chasing obscure details. for accuracy.

[anotherpapercut]

sometimes people will ask me about working in a library and I have to find a gentle way to tell them they literally would not last a day working in a public library

[somebodycallixii]

hi! i discovered web weaving recently and i love so many of your posts! do you have any advice on how to web weave?

wow!! im so flattered 😭😭😭 i feel a little bad i havent actually posted one in a while… i guess i just go through phases lol. I’ll just share my process and hopefully that’ll be some help! im sure everyone does it differently, and youll find your own way eventually, but yeah this is how i usually make one :)

usually the first thing that i latch onto is if i see a quote/image that really reminds me of something else. a character, another quote ive seen, or just a vague idea/topic that the quote/image is about. then that thing kind of becomes the cornerstone for the rest of what I add!

usually what this specifically looks like for me is “oh my god that is sooooo [insert blorbo], thats amazing i have to save that,” then saving it and putting it in a draft, me seeing another thing that makes me go “oooooh my god” x2, looking through my existing drafts to see if it fits any other ideas I’ve started, then adding it if it does and starting a new draft if it doesnt. only after i have like 3 or 4 in one draft to i really start to think about what i’ll title it or what the “main idea” is going to be. once i figure that out, i google art, song lyrics, and quotes related to that thing.

an example of this is the first one i made on love in death. i had just finished Word of Honor and the idea of having the person you love most leave you forever was so impactful to me. I started thinking about it when i saw the "I loved my friend" poem, and then i looked up art about grief and loss, thought about the songs i knew that were about breakups/leaving/grieving, looked up other quotes, and just kept going from there as a stumbled across things that fit.

so as far as advice goes, i would say start by following some other web weaving accounts or the tag, and just peruse them to see if you find anything that sticks out for some reason. save the things you like! and look through them to see if theres any themes you notice. think about the things you’ve read, art you’ve enjoyed, songs you like, shows you’ve watched. is there anything from those things that could apply here? does that writer/artist/singer/ have other work that is thematically relevant? are any of those things sources for themes you wanna look into more? usually once you get going it becomes less difficult to find things, the real hard part is figuring out what to cut out lol.

ok wow this was long. i hope this was helpful!! tag me if u make anything <3 🥰🥰

[elysiuminfra]

its so mortifying and frustrating that the crew of spiderverse were so overworked. by people who didnt understand the sheer work and effort that goes into all parts of the pipeline. but a new generation of artists are seeing the concept art, and going, “i want to do this too!” getting to see the release of so much behind the scenes work makes me want to do things like this. i aspire to this. but i dont want to have to deal with the death of creativity in the form of constant reworking. i couldn’t watch coworkers leave because of how stressful it becomes.

i hope the crew knows just how many artists walked into that theater, and then walked out going, “i want to make art as thoughtful as this. i want to make art as genuine as this. i want to make art with this much love in it. i want to do this too.”

[probablymoons]

stumbles back hours later, covered in blood: hi everybody, all done with the transcript now :)

[suchawrathfullamb]

We cannot forget that Hannibal, in the script, sees Will after those three years and one of his comments is: "your hands are rough" like damn. he was like "who is treating you so poorly my baby? if you were with me that would NEVER happen. your hands would've been smooth boy"

[antidotetogo]

When the Lights Go Out

by the larenttrap (antidotetogo)

Art by @wendersfive

Part of the @onedirectionbigbang

“Louis, what do you have to say about how last week ended?” the reporter asks. There’s a moment of silence. Harry is looking at the reporter, but eventually gives in and looks down the table at Louis. He’s looking straight ahead, as if Harry isn’t even in the room. “If you can’t take the heat, then get out of the kitchen.” Harry leans forwards, placing his arms on the table and leaning onto them to get as close to his microphone as he can while looking at Louis. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Louis turns to him, his icy blue eyes meeting Harry’s. “Driving is your fuckin’ job, act like it.”

In its near eighty years of existence, Formula 1 has never had an out gay driver. In 2017, Harry Styles signs a contract with Scuderia AlphaTauri alongside his childhood friend and competitor, Louis Tomlinson. The next decade of their careers is some of the most tumultuous press–on and off the track–Formula 1 has ever seen. _______________________________

aka the one where Louis and Harry are childhood friends to enemies to lovers over the course of 15 ish years.

[sketchy-tour]

Hiiihi hello is there an specific thing you like doing in your drawings? Like coloring, lineart, sketch, the reference, anything you want 💐💐

OH SKETCHES FOR SURE!!!! Sketching is so so relaxing to me. Its just me blotting down the image in my head as quickly as possible and it makes me so happy! The lining can be relaxing sometimes but oooo coloring my detested. I love SEEING it finished, but coloring takes oh so long. I fuss so much with the colors to make them look nice. It takes ages. Sketching, however, is nice and easy for me! Super fun! Here! Take some sketches of Wally I did recently!!!

Oh and here, have a WIP for a piece I'm still working on!!! On the lining phase, pray this doesn't take a million years to finish. But Wally....Wally catching frogs....

[thespaceyace]

sorting the collection 🫖

[neosimi]

🎼 4t2 simmify music nook by myshunosun 🎸

happy friday! here is a wonderful set by @myshunosun, perfect for any sim but especially those with an affinity for music. 

i learned a lot converting this set, from tackling my demons (slots), to adjusting the footprint, to finally adding shadows, to figuring out how to make the guitar amp invisible. speaking of the guitar, it’s cloned from crispsandkerosene’s acoustic guitar, which requires argon’s hack. the storage unit is cloned from thimblesims’ dawn living storage unit c. it has 8 slots, so i just duplicated the top middle slot to make up for it. i found if you want to add two stack of LPs on the bottom of the storage unit like shown above, its best to turn them around. it won’t flicker when moving the camera that way for some reason. that should be it, enjoy! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

files are compressed. polycount under the cut.

UPDATE 9/14/22: fixed meshes so you don’t have to find the sweet spot lmao. also fixed the mesh texture on the plant to be black (bc i had pink twice and barely found out myself). also resized the record player by like 1cm shh.

UPDATE 9/16/22: Fixed the storage unit from the first fix, oops!

download: [sfs] | [box] ♡

credits: myshunosun, crispsandkerosene, argon, thimblesims and their shadows tutorial, pforestsims’ slot tutorial, rugrat0ne’s footprint tutorial.

POLYCOUNT :

storage unit - 212 [surfaces/misc. $600]

potted plant - 554  [deco/plants $200]

stack of LPs - 150  [deco/sculpture $120]

guitar - 1331 [hobbies/creative $1000]

speaker - 776 [electronics/audio $200]

record player - 1369 [electronics/audio $99] meant to be $400 oops.

[canonkiller]

25 years past

[formosusiniquis]

the bells, the joy (together in darkness)

Robin Buckley & Steve Harringto WC: 11963 | T | Tags/Themes: hivemind, Post S3, Scoops Troop Friendship, Nonbinary Steve and Robin, Blink and you miss it Steddie and Buckingham pre-slash AKA It's the Stobin Hivemind fic y'all! thank you very very very much to @spectrum-spectre for beta-ing this for me!!

Steve has never done LSD before. Which is the kind of statement his father would call ‘qualifying’ and ‘implies other kinds of wrongdoing, Stephan.’ Like the time he’d said he hadn’t smoked anything other than cigarettes that weekend. Apparently the ‘that weekend’ was a qualifier that got his very small pot stash flushed, and forced him into a second transaction with Eddie Munson in as many weeks.

Yeah okay maybe there were worse things, as far as punishments go.

Qualifying or not though, Steve has never done LSD. Not after the weekend he spent reading the supposedly true diary of a supposedly real teen that had been left on his bed. Like mother, like son, his father had sneered when he'd caught Steve curled up with it, like the whole plan to keep him from becoming pot-addled and destined for the gutter, or whatever, hadn’t relied on his gossipy nature.

It was mostly stupid, the book, but Steve figured it didn’t hurt to stick to weed. The stuff about that he knew for sure was totally fake.

Except now, he wishes he maybe knew a little bit more about what LSD was supposed to feel like. So he knows how to portion out blame for his current state. It’s currently 50% Upside-Down-Shit and 40% Russian-LSD-Shit and 10% Concussion-Shit, but if he’s being fair he’s blamed the Upside Down for about half of everything that’s gone wrong in his life since 1983. He’s willing to acknowledge that maybe the blame breakdown should be readjusted for this one.

“Hey Robin?” Trauma changes people, makes you want to stay close to the people who are changed the same way you are. Robin had shown up at Steve’s house the Monday after everything, trumpet case and duffle bag in hand. Apparently, she had walked from the school where she was supposed to be catching the bus to Band Camp, like she does every year. Apparently, when you undergo traumas heretofore unexperienced by any teen ever, Russian torture and flesh monsters, it’s okay to skip Summer Intensive to move in with your new best friend without telling your parents. Apparently, if you’re the kid that the Band Person, Director, wants to keep happy because in addition to the billion and seven languages you can play any instrument with a mouthpiece -- except trombone, slide positions, Steve had pretended he knew what that meant -- then you can just leave school to deal with your ‘mall fire smoke inhalation’ at your ‘aunt’s house’ instead. Apparently this is fine and Steve doesn’t need to worry about any angry former hippies beating down his dore because ‘what they don’t know won’t hurt them.’

So he can call out for Robin, without raising his voice because he knows she’s there. Somewhere in the house, the weight of it changed now that someone else is in it with him. He can call out even though he’s pretty sure she’s holed up in his Mom’s library on the ground floor, because he can feel her in the back of his brain and he knows she’ll hear him.

Drifting in an unfocused middle distance, he can imagine Robin. Curled up, she knows she’s been called for but isn’t in any hurry to comply, Steve will wait. He's fine with waiting, at least for the five minutes it will take for her to finish her chapter. He can see her, slotting her bookmark in place and sitting up straight for the first time in hours. She stretches, uncurls from the window seat that Steve also favors, gently sets the book down before letting a foot dangle and brush the floor to actually stand. And she leaves the library. She starts to feel closer, her presence looming stronger in his brain and Steve aware of himself in his own body. Then he hears her feet on the stairs.

“What is it, Dingus, did you know your Mom has a whole collection of French books? I’m in the middle of a bunch of lesbian short stories.”

“Yeah, she speaks it, not sure why.” He answers absently, “Have you ever done LSD?”

“I’ve had half a pot brownie and gotten way too high before.”

That’s not really the same thing, Steve thinks.

“I know it’s not really the same thing, Dingus, I was using it as a framework.” She flops facedown on the bed beside him, wiggling into what he’s started thinking of as her side. A lucky coincidence that she prefers to be tucked in on the side closest to the wall. Probably because she’s never seen anything burst out of one.

“Okay don’t think that, cause now I’m never going to be able to sleep again, I don’t think you’ve got enough space for us to pull your bed into the center of your room.”

He can see the way she imagines it. His bed, an island in the center of the room floating in a sea of plaid. Something about it is even more unnerving than if it stayed up against the wall.

“Not a good look.” He doubts anything will come from the walls again anyway, the Upside Down has proven to be surprisingly adaptive; it doesn't seem to attack in the same way twice. It makes it harder to be prepared, but he’s less worried about not being able to protect Robin in the middle of the night.

“Savior complex. Your mom has psychology books down there too. What does she even do?”

“Reads mostly. Do you think there’s anything down there about LSD?” He doesn’t think this is normal.

“Nice leap, Steve, I don’t think there are many drugs that link your brain with your coworker.” She says coworker, but he feels friend. Even that concept isn’t enough to describe the depth of warmth and affection that he feels wash over him as she thinks.

He lets the silence hang for a second, thinking but not sure what yet. His thoughts are slower to arrive and more jumbled in these early days post-concussion. His right hand curls, his fingers flex. First and third finger tap, then one and two, then none, one and two, and two, and none.

Robin’s knee jostles the bed as her leg bounces just a little.

“I think something else happened to us.”

“Wondered how long I’d have to tap your fingers for you before you got there with me.”

Read the rest on AO3

[fortheloveofexy]

been noticing an influx of AI generated fanart lately and frankly :/ kinda gross I'm ngl

[king-crawler]

I love the Wreck-It Ralph soundtrack so much... On the surface you'd think its just an average orchestral animated movie soundtrack. But each main character has their own leitmotif and it SEAMLESSLY combines Chiptune with J-rock (with sugar rush) and Orchestral Arrangements like WHAT THE HELL????? HOW DID YOU GET AWAY WITH THAT!!!

(Also the dubstep in Hero's Duty LOL because that was big in 2012)

[anxious-lee]

😈

[sunshineram]

the guy