#leaving me with: no plan for my future

[scatterbrainedbot]

cass, a professional: order of badass donbot, extra dramatic entrance!

me, nodding, banned from most kitchens: leo drama and angst, heard chef!

(shoutout to @somerandomdudelmao for yet again making feel emotions i cannot fully explain)

[notisland]

me, a fool: wow i love chemistry! i should go into chemistry i love chemistry so fucking much

later me, who is also a fool: woe! a chemistry related field requires significant portions of science! my least favourite part of chemistry!

[bonetrousledbones]

btw in case anybody's wondering what i've been working on as of late i've mostly been redesigning this guy for the 4th time because sometimes good ideas are bad

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

guys what should i do for my birthday

[maggots-inmyguts]

Hey gang, so umm kinda random but PLEASE

If you're a proshipper, or support it/see nothing wrong with it, please don't follow me or interact with me

If I follow you, then block me, I'm more than likely unaware of it

This isn't meant to be offensive, or meant as an attack, I'm simply just uncomfortable with it and would rather be at a distance with proship in general

[queerplatonicdiaries]

squish ramble

this probably isn't gonna make much sense bc I'm kinda sleepy but I just. I love them so fucking much. we just called for like an hour an a half and for those moments everything else disappeared. all the stress, all the worries, it all seems so much lighter just because I know I have them in my life and we can talk about anything. that feeling of complete ease and comfort when we're together, even if it's over a patchy phone signal, there's nothing else in the world that could replace it. the feeling of being seen and heard and understood entirely, the knowledge that we have each other and we're going to be okay. I know we're still young, but I hope we have this for the rest of our lives. I think as long as I have them, everything else will be alright. I love them and I love loving them, it's the best feeling in the world <3

[lorephobic]

idk how to even like. put this pain into words and i would normally vent about this shit on twitter, but the person its about follows me on there so like. anybody have skills for coping with the crushing realization that the person u love most in this world and have built ur life around sees ur current situation together as a temporary hurdle that's preventing them from their truest and happiest self which. is separate from u entirely? anyone know how to deal with this?

[hirazuki]

how about "shiro + lotor 2" from your WIPs? (sorry for making you VLDpost in 2024)

Lmao it's my own damn fault for admitting to VLD WIPs in my folder in 2024 XD

So this is supposed to be another missing scene, along the same lines as my one VLD fic I do have published, this time between Shiro and Lotor when they're on their way to the Kral Zera.

Lotor shifted again, braced against the cool metal, careful not to let the back of his head bump against the edge of the dashboard he was leaning on.  Senses honed by almost ten thousand years of persecution insisted that he remain standing, behind the pilot, in case something -- anything -- were to go awry; smooth sailing after the turbulence of take-off did not by any means imply that safety was guaranteed. The prince, however, had forced his body into a sitting position. With wrists propped up on bent knees, he had chosen a spot to the right of the pilot’s chair. Not only could he use what respite he could get before they arrived at their destination, but the man that had expressly -- and covertly -- gone against the wishes of his team deserved that courtesy. Shiro was risking his very position within Voltron to aid him, and had been open-minded and supportive of him from the start; the very least Lotor could do as thanks, he reasoned, was not hover over the man’s shoulder, behind his back, suggesting not only a lack of trust but possibly sinister intentions. He looked up at the paladin. The man had his hands on the controls, occasionally making some adjustments on the screen in front of him. Probably skirting patrols.  The slight veering off-course of the mechanical lion had increased in frequency the longer they were in flight.  We must be getting close. Neither of them had said much, beyond going over the details of the plan, but it was not uncomfortable. The soft whirring of the Black Lion’s engine and beeping of her controls was pleasant enough that the half-Galra found himself thinking that flying like this for the rest of his life would not be so bad. Soothing. That was the word.  “I apologize,” Lotor said, eventually, breaking the silence. “For what?” “I am aware I have caused a rift between you and the rest of the paladins. That was never my intention.” “Oh,” Shiro replied. “Actually, I don’t think it was you, specifically. It’s… been a long time coming. You were just a convenient subject.” “Ah, convenience. It does always seem to come down to that, doesn’t it?”

[bright-and-burning]

i have a horrific headache rn but i do feel better emotionally and morally re: work stuff

[incomprehensi-bull]

i was flipping through my stuff earlier trying to see what i could use for comm examples and i think i realized... i don't think my usual work-style is very... comm friendly?? but! i've been playing with that paint-y style lately and i think i have a lot of fun with it. so i guess where i'm going with this is. hold on i can make a poll for this

[kruxton]

having a Night. havent been alone w my thoughts in a while and im not liking it

[milo-is-rambling]

I think I’m always going to be running and trying to find the next thing that will make me happy and it will always be something I have to find within myself. So that’s cool.

[talesfromthebandgeekmafia]

Stayed up until 1:00am to finish the last two hours of Thud!

You’d think I’d be prepared after seven books for Vimes to do something in the last act that has me on the edge of my seat holding my breath, until against all odds, the universe blinks first and I’m bowled over again by the heights of integrity one brave old terrier from the gutter can rise to. Still, I am surprised every time.

[fancysasquatch]

I'm starting to really hate my job. I'm scheduled to work eight hours but they only give me six hours worth of work to do, but I'm not allowed to leave early. After I get done actually working I have to find two hours worth of nonsense to do to look busy because if anybody sees me doing something other than working diligently for those eight hours then they'll complain to my boss who will complain to me. And apparently there are some people who will also complain to my boss if they do see me working because they want everything to be cleaned but they don't want to deign to see the person that does the cleaning. They won't say anything to my face mind you, nobody in that office has ever said an unkind word to me and several of them have gone out of their way to pull me aside and thank me for doing such a good job. But one of them (and I have my suspicions who it was) emailed my boss who then spent way too long telling me all about how I need to be done before they get there so I'm not in their way. So now I'm no longer stretching six hours of work into an eight hour day, I'm cramming six hours of work into the first four hours of an eight hour work day and then I'm spending the next four hours looking busy so they know things are getting cleaned, but also avoiding being seen.

Also the day before that office emailed about not having to see me, they also emailed about things not being clean enough (all of their complaints centering on the fact that I'm not doing certain tasks which I was either never told to do or explicitly told not to do) so my boss spent almost two hours yesterday showing my how to do exactly what I've been doing 13 times a day every single workday for the past two months. So not only am I supposed to be doing everything almost twice as fast as I have been, they also don't want to see any dip in quality at all and in fact want me to do an ever better job at cleaning everything.

[deadrlngers]

no but thinking of violante's manic state following her murder of ruven and that sick game of association-replacement played by gortash where he acts just like ruven did, picks up some of his behaviours and mannerisms and speech patterns he specifically used with violante and that he knows of well bc he observed and studied them interact, so that he can fill up the now empty spot left by ruven's death.

[pyrothecary]

america's most eligible wedding edition finale spoilers

i swear i'm almost done with ch0ices guys. almost. but for now here's a compilation of all the screenshots i took of book 3 while i was pining after slater while being engaged to another man 😍 i don't know why i took this many and i dob't know why my hoarder instincts extend to useless screenshots but i need to put these somwehre before i delete them. just in case i need them at some point. (idk why i named my mc 'yum' either but it was so funny when people were trying to be romantic and they just went '... yum... 😋')