#lets see how this goes

[bowelfly]

OH BOY YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS

my shitty old car is really truly dying and rent is eating up most of my paycheck so buying another vehicle is gonna kick my ass. if you wanna grab something from my print store or buy me a coffee i'd greatly appreciate it.

things are even dire enough that i got off my ass and made some crude commission info sheets:

these prices are estimates and actual amounts are gonna vary depending on the specifics of the commission. i charge more for things outside my usual subject range since they take more research and fussing to get right, while subjects that i'm always drawing for fun (bugs, teeth) are liable to cheaper.

i do all of my sketches digitally MSPaint style and all of my rendered drawings with real ink and watercolors, usually with some digital tweaking or compositing afterwards. traditional art pieces can be mailed to you for the cost of shipping and packaging.

feel free to DM me with both what you'd like drawn and in what style--digital sketch, b&w linework, b&w heavy crosshatching, monochrome inkwash, watercolors, etc, or best of all just link me to a previous drawing of mine in the style closest to what you want. i can take money through paypal or ko-fi, payable after i complete the art and before i send you the full resolution copy.

if there's a queue i'll try to give you an estimate of how long it'll take me to get to your commission. please be patient with me; i have a full time job and a bad case of ADHD. i reserve the right to refuse or rescind a commission for any reason including and especially if the client acts pushy or gives me weird vibes.

whoops sorry that was a long post. thanks for reading.

[peri-requiem]

We're adventuring The Bite of '87, Pomni!

[atillisims]

new simblr! :]

hiya, simmers! i'm atilli (she/her), and i'm new to simblr. i'm hoping to post my sims, lookbooks, and maybe my gameplay too! i'll also be reblogging cc finds, challenges, and more. i like both maxis and alpha cc so i tend to combine the two. i'm also wcif friendly, just be polite when inquiring. :]

hopefully i can live up to all the brilliant creators in this community!

[xinteor]

I've asked my sister to pick a hermit zo draw, she dosen't watch hermitcraft or anything minecraft related to be honest.

she went ahead and looked at the picture for like 2 minutes, counting the girls... no clue why. and suprise surprise, She setteld on:

The one and only DocM77!

[shinfuransan]

⚠️WIP⚠️

Been working on this for the past (3?) days. It's a full'ish body but I haven't revealed it all cause tbfh, I've redrawn his hair 3 fucking times now and some things need to be fixed.

Also trying new coloring techniques so learning as I go too.

[somany-fandoms-solittle-time]

Random Screenshots From My Phone (that I love but a need to free up space):

Most of these will be fandom related or just artsy shit that I like for some reason...... And others will be the type of wild that I cannot explain lol. Anywayyyyysssss

Day 1:

😍😍😍😍 Spoken like a true Fae Lils 💖💘😋🥴😘🥰 feel free to steal me away whenever you wish bbg~

[z0mbiefrank]

CALLING ALL TRANSGENDER MUSIC LOVERS

I need your help! I have decided to set up an archive blog dedicated to trans musicians. My hope is that as a community we can shine a light on trans people in every music genre. I want a resource for trans people to beable to find others like themselves in the music they love.

Submit to @trans-musicians

[happer08]

Long Distance

i got a request a while ago about long distance nate and i cant find it but here you go!

Things with Nate had always been easy. He was easy to read, spend time with, and to love. When you spend the majority of your teen life loving the same person things follow a routine. Practice, games, workouts, pregame naps, and post-game dinners. It was easy, and now thinking back it was too easy. 

Then suddenly, everything got complicated, extremely complicated. Nate got drafted, and he was leaving. You knew it was the best thing that ever happened to him, it was what he had dreamed of forever. And it was finally coming true. 

Nate stayed near you most of the night; he had carried a slight hint of regret or sadness since the draft hung heavy. His family threw a small party for the people that mattered most. The room that held the party was hot; the number of people and the excited energy suddenly suffocated. 

Kissing Nate on the cheek you wormed your way toward the door heading for the cold Canadian night. Wrapping your jacket around your body tighter, you found a planter out front to reside, the cold brick structure seeping through your jeans as you forced a few deep breaths. 

You sat long enough to start shivering, then the door opened and slammed closed. Lifting your head, Nate came around the corner; his hands pushed into his jeans pockets. 

“Hi superstar,” You smiled. 

“Why are you out here all alone?” He asked, seeming confused. “You know how cold you always are; what’re you doing?” 

“Just needed a break; it was kinda hot in there” You shrugged. 

Nate sniffled and nodded, moving to sit down, taking his hands from his pockets. 

“I’m super excited for you,” you smiled, bumping his shoulder. 

“I’m nervous” He hums, leaning into the bump just a little. “Denver is far,” he said.

You nodded leaning into him.

“I’ve heard it's a lot like home” You tried to soothe his nerves. 

“People keep saying that,” he sighed, pausing and breathing. “We’ll make this work, we always have” 

Nate left for Denver two days later

That was three years ago.

Just like Nate said, we made it work. It wasn't easy like the rest of our relationship had been but we did what we could. Sometimes your school schedule lined up nicely with his; other times, it didn't. Nate sent you a weekly schedule, practices, and games to make things easier. But it was starting to feel like the phone calls and texts weren't enough.

“Why don't you just go see him?” 

You sighed; that was easier said than done unless it wasn't. 

There was a three-hour time difference between you and Nate, as you were up late as a facetime call came through on my laptop. Pushing the suitcase to the floor to hide it, you sat at your desk, answering the call. 

“Hi, my love,” you smiled, leaning in just a little. 

He was at his desk, a gaming setup more than anything. He smiled, wide and soft and you took a deep breath. 

“Hi,” he said, looking at you. “How was class?”

“Long, and I have a stupid paper to write” you chuckled at the idea of complaining about a paper to a pro hockey player. 

Nate chuckled along with you shaking his head. 

“You’ll kick that paper's ass” He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. 

“How was practice?” you asked, changing the subject, wanting to hear his voice. 

“It was good, we did a few new drills, and I’m sore. But EJ was messing with Gabe the whole time, so it was good.” 

“I can’t wait to meet this guy,” you laughed, shaking your head, thinking through all the stories Nate has shared. 

“He’s going to love you, Gabe, too.” 

“Baby, you think all of them will love me.” 

“That’s because they will” He pushed an eyebrow.

 You took a deep breath and took a second to take him in. 

“You okay, pretty girl?” He hummed, his voice lowering slightly. 

You rested your jaw on the heel of your hand, nodding. 

“What’s goin’ on in that head?” He leaned in, smirking. 

“Just missin’ you,” you whispered. 

Nate leaned back and took a deep breath; you gently sucked on your tongue, looking at him. 

“You know what I was thinking about last night?” 

“Huh?”

“You remember the first few months we were dating, and I would come over to do homework at your place, and we would be in your room, and your dad would just open the door and look at us, tell us he was “just making sure you kids don't need anything.” 

Nate imitated your dad perfectly, making you laugh out loud. He joined you in my laughter as we both leaded back in our chairs. 

“He used to do that all the time,” you choked out through your laughter. 

You and Nate kept laughing until it died, and you just looked at each other. You tilted your head to the side and looked at him, taking a deep breath.

“God, I miss you,” He crooned. 

“Nate” you whimpered. 

“I’m sorry baby, I just,” he stopped and breathed. “It’s been a long time, and I feel like it's my fault.” 

“Nathan, you are living your dream. That is never something you need to apologize for, especially not to me.”

He nodded and swallowed. 

The longer you and Nate talked, the deeper the pit in your stomach got; you physically missed him. Your body ached for his touch, just to hug him and feel him holding you.

“Okay, baby,” Nate breathed. “I have practice in the morning, so I should get to bed.” 

You nodded. 

“Oh hey, I forgot to tell you I’ll have my phone off for most of the day tomorrow. We have like a whole day of testing, and I won’t be able to talk much” You gave a tight smile. 

“Okay, sweetheart, I just have practice, then the game, so I’ll send you a text when I get home, and we’ll facetime for a bit. You're gonna kick ass tomorrow” He gave a shining smile.

“You too” You matched his smile and took a breath. “I’ll try to get back to catch some of the game.” 

“Don’t stress yourself out about it,” He tried. 

“I wanna see you play, so I’ll try, but if not, I can just ask you a million questions when you get home.” 

“Deal. I love you, sweet girl” Nates' smile was sad this time. 

“I love you, Nate” you felt yourself tearing up as he blew a kiss. You repeated his action, then hung up, the screen of your laptop showing your face in the camera. You sighed, pulling your knees to your chest. 

You needed to finish packing. 

It wasn't long before you were done; you were gone for two weeks, so you packed your favorite things, things Nate liked, then lastly packed up your laptop, charger, and other items of that nature. Then you went to bed. 

Your flight to Denver was at 1 pm, the dread of a 10+ hour travel day ahead was daunting. But knowing Nate was on the other side blissfully unaware was the best part of all of it. You took the train to the airport and checked in. The flight was seven hours, with a layover in Toronto; you texted a few people as you got through security, doing your best not to blow your surprise as you got on your plane and started the adventure. 

It turns out the Toronto airport is a great place to nap and by the time you landed in Denver, you were practically vibrating with excitement. The game was almost over, so you watched the last 10 minutes in the Uber to Nate’s condo. Thankfully the Avs won. You used the spare key on top of his door frame; you needed to talk to him about that and let yourself in. 

Just as you imagined, it was clean, like his place back home. You hid your bags in his bedroom and took a deep breath. As you paced the kitchen, your phone went off. 

“Hi squish, headed home now. Let me know when you can facetime.” 

You didn't answer or even open it, hoping he thought you were testing or just not home yet. You knew he didn't live far from the arena, and the more time that passed, the more nervous you got, waiting for the lock on the door to click. Your heart was racing leaning on the island in his kitchen. 

Finally, it happened. The lock on the front door clicked. You took a deep breath and heard Nate come in, whistling some song that was probably playing in the dressing room after the game. You swallowed and waited. Nate took a few seconds to come into view, wearing the burgundy suit he had sent you pictures of at the beginning of the season. You shifted, and Nate’s head snapped up, his eyes widening when he saw you. 

“Baby?” he asked, his bag dropping near his feet. 

“Hi, superstar” 

“You…” he trailed off, taking a few stumbling steps toward you.

“I’m really here” You smiled, walking around the island into Nate’s outstretched arms. He pulled you against him, tucking his face into your bare neck. You both started to sob, holding each other tighter than ever. Nate reached down, grabbing at the back of your thighs, pulling you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his hips so he could be that much closer. Nate started mumbling, “I love yous’” mixed with “I can’t believe you’re here,” pressing his soft, warm lips to your ear and neck repeatedly. You rubbed his back between his shoulders, feeling more of Nate’s tears dripping onto your skin. 

He eventually set you down, his face coming into view as his warm hands cupped your cheeks.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, leaning in, pressing his lips down on yours. “I can’t-can't believe you’re here” he smiled, kissing you again in a series of pecks. 

You smiled as Nate thumbed a few tears away, kissing you deeply.

“Hi baby,” you finally got out, smiling at him.

“How long are you here?” he asked, finally stepping away. 

“You have me for two weeks.” 

“Well goddamn, we’ve gotta make it count don't we.”

[coffpot]

Testing Test

[totally-peacock-i-swear]

Hey darlings, Mama Peacock here. I have something I've been dying to address. I am, in fact, the real and original peacock tv, @definitely-peacock is just an intern, alright? 🦚

Now that we got that straight, let's get to know me <3

She/Her

ENFJ-A

Proud mother & foster mother of @speedway-official-unofficial , @applebees-honestly , @im-pandora-i-promise , @its-target-official , @def-bjs-guys , @yandex-search-fr, and @im-the-real-roblox-i-swear !

Older sister of @definitely-hulu , @legit-syfy , and @definitely-bravo

I love my husband, @exxonmobil-official

🦚・Striving to take in (adopt or foster) all the corp kiddos that need it

That's all for now

💛🧡❤️💜💙💚

[somewhat-intelligent]

Commence the bread making.

[majorproblems77]

Be me

Spending the evening Storyboarding for the fluff writing challenge.

And like, I'm trying real hard to not bully anyone, like at all. But... But i love context and a black blodded monster attack on a homestead/farm is sounding really fun right about now.

At least it's not the blorbos this time?

[its-elvie-innit]

Okay I'm 32:00 into knives out exactly, so here's how I think the plots going to go barebones;

Marta already figured out who did it (radio station, etc)

Benoit blanc was hired by Humbert (I literally forgot his name so I'm calling him humbert) somehow. Not posthumously because

Humbert set his death up as a final crime story. He made it intriguing

So that Walt could write his first ever story, on his own, about the death perhaps.

[donutdisturblivball]

my priorities are the only thing straight about me

[anawrites3]

There was this game going around some time ago and today I remembered it and I want to do this too because I'm going crazy with irl stuff and I just want to write and I dont know what or why so this seems like a good idea

RULES: Make a 24 hours poll and whichever wip gets the most votes I will write as many sentences as there are votes!