#longlonglong

[365memoryshards]

[dabisbratz]

hows the fic goin sonny :3 ?

s’certainly. . . goin . ໒꒰ྀི◦´-`◦꒱ྀིა feels like vgot married n divorced n remarried n split custody wif dis fic .

[astrxealis]

i love the term omnisexual/omniromantic bcs it feels like god

[aurantiumred]

saw @manygeese do this! does this count as a chain or something should i have reblogged them? anyway, i need to decide what to work on.

im so sleepy. heres estimated lengths in more detail:

SoN jercy re-write: same length as it's book! maybe a few more chapters, maybe a few chapters cut. one work.

valgrace strawberry picking oneshot: this is probably gonna be just a silly little thing. 5k words maybe?

dc crossover w/ jason grace, which i have dubbed "Saving Grace" (with an outrageous amount of double meaning in that title btw) for now: have been plotting with @moth-monarch (tagged the wrong person the first time lol, sorry!) and @whosthatredguy for a while (you guys are great). multiple works. long. probably wont finish, because im chasing dopamine and the only reason im doing it is because this dc hyperfixation has hit me harder than the brick that hit jason grace and the crowbar that hit jason todd combined. will require lots of research into comics n shit. i cannot think if im not thinking about my adventures with superman. someone help.

cryptid fic: dude i came up with this on the spot. i want to give the demigods noticably inhuman traits (gills for percy, wings for hermes kids, give jason grace the curly white cloud hair he deserves) i have no IDEA how long it could be. could be 10k, could be 45k, could be more, could be anywhere in-between. im a mess.

superbat wingfic: *slaps cardboard wings on batman* tada!!! anyway this has mostly come about because the way superman flies atm is BORING!!! give that man big bulletproof wings he can protect people with please!! that'd actually be so cool. uh... hmm... ??? no idea on length. look at my estimated length for the cryptid fic. also playing on the idea that belief makes gods and cryptids, not some sort of divine right. (thinking about this harder. so hard. autism husbands...)

and then it'll probably take me like a month to annotate the lost hero. depends. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ if this ties im gonna say fuck it and grab a wheel spinner app lmao. by the way, if you see one of these ideas and happen to want to write it, feel absolutely free. take it and run!!!

[burger-churgler-secret]

gonna go nini for longlonglong time and no wake up :]

[gooberjam]

hi!!! tw: sappy, but: we were friends a longlonglong time ago (i think we were first friends on SKYPE) and i just found access to my tumblr and all my old pal's accounts and all my reminiscing had me basically weeping. i'm so glad to see you seem happy and you're still working on your art (which is SO BRILLIANT NOW???) and you're keeping the true spirit of john egbert alive!!! i was going through a lot of very serious stuff back then and despite the fact that i didn't share it, i really attribute you all for getting me through that, and i remember those times so incredibly fondly. thank you for keeping your blog in PRISTINE condition bc i was really able to take a very thorough journey down memory lane. :')

😭❤️✨

[0ne-way-0ut]

Nothing could have prepared me for logging onto tumblr.com in the year 2025 and no longer possessing the ability to make a post without feeling extreeeeeeemely weird about it!!!

Like… why did I leave?

Why was I exclusively reblogging dogs and tigers in my final days before departing??

Why did I keep logging onto other platforms where I felt no desire to post or comment on anything and simply wasted away to ghosthood???

Anyway.

Hell of a seven years since that last tiger vid.

In the farthest recesses of your mind, if indeed I remain at all, I was Dev (neil-alexander). But I return to this place reborn in one of its grand traditions, a transmasc 👐🏻

I took the name my parents had picked for me In Case Of Another Boy. I carried it around with me my whole life. It was the name I gave my first Serious Book Character in fifth grade and my password for literally everything basically up until it became my proper name.

Hello, again, to whoever is still kicking around here! I introduce myself properly at longlonglong last as Brendon.

I can’t say what I’ll be posting these days, but ferreting away posts on an empty blog just didn’t feel right, so I’ve come to reclaim this one.

[samorrin]

Uh oh, someone is angry

I finished a redraw from longlonglong ago

[senor-plume]

not for the faint-hearted

after a longlonglong day at work I slipped into the driveway and parked the car

I climbed the stairs above wet carpet from a dripping snow ceiling and closed the door

took the phone off its life support and drew a hot bath

snagged Brautigans Hawkline Monster from the table and took off my clothes

one toe foot knee thigh and up

and got down down and in to relax and read a bit

I sighed

opened the book

when the doorbell goes off

startled I drop my book into the tub

it missed my floating cock and hit my balls hard with the corner and then splashed off to the side… down into the water

in 216 pages of pain I get up to grab the towel and slip like Charlie Chaplin in a banana factory and hit my head on the toilet

gone… silenced onto the floor

I woke up naked freezing cold with the towel still out of reach and in pain

my balls were in agony

my forehead was gashed and whoever was at the door was now long gone

but the night was not completely fucked

I still had my solitude

[geuninegladness]

hello, old friend.

those dreary, weary eyes singed with red.

the bubbly nose and breath caught in the throat.

the shaky and clammy hands.

the tension sliding up the neck.

--

it has been a while - and not just a moderately long while, but a longlonglong while. seven years? right, maybe? a long time since the clock kept screwing towards midight and I let tears keep going and falling and going and falling until I ran dry.

--

I am no longer dry.

I have a reservoir of eight years stored inside me.

it is a cavern we need torches for.

in we go.

--

the water is salty but clear, a bit warm but mostly cool on the cheeks.

--

this reservoir is filled with small moments and really really big ones!

to save my current self the shattering, I'll leave them for another time.

for now, I offer up: you don't try, you stopped trying. (these, and the ones following, are your words.) I am the victim and things are too hard and they're against me. our communication problems are the result of having very different brains.

(the words following, these are Mine)

the dog had slipped into a dream on top of my feet. I can feel the tiny twitches of the paws and drags of the whiskers back and forth. she is warm, and she is my comfort tonight.

I am here, this is now, and everything feels like I don't belong. I am an imposter o ly trying to love my life, but who's life is it really?

it's not mine, of course it's yours! yes, I'll navigate all the friendships we have, plan every trip we take, deep dive on trauma (only to get told that I become more the victim as I do!). it's all futile and pointless b cause absolutely no one says thank you. absolutely no one says I love you.

absolutely no one cares that this Really Big thing happened earlier this year and it's real and bad and ugly and hard to process and no body is checking in and saying ARE YOU FUCKING OKAY?

I am so tired of supporting other people and receiving so little in return.

I am so tired of, if there is a return, it becoming backhanded, selfish, argumentative, or mostly coddling.

I am so tired of doing this all on my own. I cannot.

--

I am not in my own bed

and surely this isn't my apsrtment

or my couch

or my dog

or my life

it belongs to him

and I am nothing

--

hello, old weary friend, my dearest pal of HeartAche. I will see you again in the morning.

[captainmono]

I ♥ longlonglong by tschokskott / thankyoustreetsound https://ift.tt/3hUCfXh

[justahillbillyfromouterspace]

is this real ? I remember posting this a longlonglong time ago. Studebaker roof rear window . I love it . The tire's look like they don't fit too big 34 Ford nose ?

[knight-engale]

The Republic of Galbrada: Geography

Disclaimer: The Arcana and its associated world and artwork don’t belong to me. Furthermore, this worldbuilding should be taken as headcanon and not actual canon.

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Geography

The Republic of Galbrada is made up of two islands. The larger island, Rodos (also known as Rhodes), is primarily dry and flat, with an elevation of only about 12 meters (39.37 feet) from sea level. The northwest area of the island, closest to the Bulan Mountains, is mildly mountainous, with the highest peak being Mount Ólympos (Olimpos in North Galbradan) at an elevation of 1,952 meters (6,404 feet). Rodos has very little naturally-occurring vegetation, with any uncultivated areas mostly containing dry grasses and shrubs. However, with heavy terraforming by highly skilled earth and water mages, the terrain around most towns are more fertile than the general countryside and better suited to agriculture via the mass implementation of mostly underwater aqueducts.

The smaller Galbradan island, Corinth, shares most of its sister island’s characteristics, with the major differences being its much smaller size and lack of mountains. Corinth also has markedly less terraforming, with only one small aqueduct system providing water to the island, as opposed to the many different ones in Rhodes.

Geopolitically, Rhodes is subdivided into two main sections. The Republic of Galbrada occupies the southern two-thirds of the island, while the Theocracy of Galbrad controls the northern third. Corinth has no such divisions.

Climate

Galbrada has a semi-arid climate, with hot summers, and warm to cool winters. Snow is only possible in the mountain range to the northeast. Rain mainly occurs during the winter, with summers being generally dry. Summers are more prone to dry thunderstorms. The end of summer also sees the occasional tropical storm from the east; however, it’s not common.

Summer in Galbrada lasts about eight months, starting in November, and going until the following April. Daytime temperatures during the summer range from 21-23° C (70-73° F) at the beginning and end of summer, and can get up to 33° C (91° F) in the middle of summer, around January. May through October constitute the country’s winter, or wet season, where daytime temperatures are on average around 16-19° C (61-66° F). Inland temperatures are reported to be higher.

Average annual temperature of the sea is 21–22 °C (70–72 °F), from 17 °C (63 °F) in July to 27–28 °C (81–82 °F) in January.

Sunshine hours on the coast are around 3,200 annually, from an average of 5-6 hours in July, to 12-13 hours in January.

Water Supply

Both Galbradan islands suffer from a chronic lack of water. The country relies heavily on wet season rain and water purification and desalination plants at the coasts to provide household and aqueduct water. Due to the aqueduct infrastructure of the country, droughts aren’t as common as they should be, but regional droughts still happen from time to time, especially inland.

Both Galbradan governments have invested heavily in the upkeep of water desalination and purification plants. In The Republic, efforts have been made to raise public awareness about water conversation. There has been less effort for public awareness in the Theocracy.

[baltears]

TIDDLYWIKI MY BELOVED.

[heartachebf]

curls up on the floor n falls asleep

[exscurus]

     Wind whistled over the surface of the ocean, blowing spray onto the deck and soaking the newspaper Credence had pilfered from one of the ship’s waste bins along with an unblemished apple. He had no ticket, but he’d boarded nonetheless - in tattered clothes and nothing to his name but adoption papers rescued from rubble. There was nothing left for him in New York, nowhere else left to go but forward no matter how much it hurt.

     And oh, did it hurt. He ached from head to toe. He felt as if he’d been shredded and put back together more times than he could count, but with no cabin to retreat to, he had to settle for a wooden bench and frigid splashes of water on his one and only distraction from the rocking of the ship.

     Shaking out what moisture he could, Credence re-situated himself on the bench, closer to the end with a hasty shuffling of feet in the hopes that his newspaper wouldn’t be doused again, and went back to reading the article he was interested in. An article about a place he’d loved to wander and hand out his mother’s - no, Ms. Barebone’s pamphlets.

HECKSCHER MILLION          FOR CENTRAL PARK W. B. Roulstone Tells Estimate Board Group Is Ready to Match           Like Sum by City. FUND TO PRESERVE BEAUTY

     Lips twitching slightly, Credence tried to summon some modicum of happiness about the park’s preservation as he finished off his apple, but he couldn’t. He held out hope that another headline might catch his eye when another splash landed on his paper and he decided that there was no point. He wouldn’t be going back to New York. He was going wherever this ship was headed - no turning back. Jerking to his feet, he marched to the nearest trash can (ironically the same one he’d fished both of these items from) and deposited his waste there.

     And while he stood leaned over that can, feelings swirling in his head instead of thoughts, a deep blue, blue like the ocean, caught his eye. Next came pants, and then a vest. A bowtie. Auburn hair and lips moving to talk to... a bug. At least, it looked like a bug. Well, it simultaneously did and didn’t. A deformed stick bug. Why was the man who’d tried to save him in the subway tunnel talking to a stick? Shuffling uncomfortably while he internally debated with himself over whether it was wise to approach a wit- a wizard, Credence tried to take in more details about the man who’d endured so much hurt so he himself wouldn’t have to.

     He looked distressed. It had only been hours since the ship had departed (probably a big part of why he hadn’t been caught stowing away yet), and somehow he looked ruined by leaving New York. Why would he? He had a funny accent, so he wasn’t from there. By all accounts, after that nightmare of despair and destruction, he should be happy about leaving. Perhaps he felt bad that Credence had still gotten hurt despite everything he’d done to prevent it? How stupid. ...He flinched at having such a rude thought, but there was no one to punish him anymore.

     Making up his mind with a curt nod to himself, he decided to make his way over to the wizard in a quiet shuffle. Fingers twitching at his sides and head down so his tall figure was as hunched and small as possible - so he could be close to himself, warm, safe - he came to a stop in front of his almost savior. “I don’t blame you.” Credence began, dark eyes flicking up toward the man’s face. “If it’s me you’re upset about...” He had to bite his cheek so he didn’t cringe - his mind still expected retribution for being presumptuous. “You shouldn’t worry about someone like me.”

sc. ❇ @creaturempath