#more technical difficulties

[alloru]

so uhm... this is awkward

you might've seen the post I made on wednesday about my hard drive dying right after I had finished the one drawing I posted this week. what I didn't tell you about was my memory components refusing to work 24 hours later, because that problem solved itself pretty quickly after I vacuumed them.

but you see, that's still not why I needed to make this post, because I would've been completely capable of drawing something in time! which as you can tell, aside from this little sketch I made exactly right before writing this, hasn't happened!

because last goddamn morning my new and apparently-fixed computer decided to forsake me and complain about the processor, which I've only managed to get replaced today.

I'm hoping nothing new will break in the next 48 hours, because honestly I don't think I could take it anymore. I'll just reblog one of my older pieces and call it a day

note: this isn't an april fools joke, I swear my computer is april foolsing me

[ofliterarynature]

Dropped by the library sale yesterday and picked up a few things! A couple of them I definitely eyed last time and took pity on, but the classics are fully (and affectionately) the fault of the Books Unbound podcast! I don’t know if I’ll like them, but I’ll always take a reason to buy vintage paperbacks.

[fictiontbh]

Jeremy, at SQUIPS funeral: Could I have a moment alone with it?

Michael: Of course. *leaves*

Jeremy: *leaning over the casket* Listen. I know you're not dead

SQUIP: Yeah no shit

[mono-socke]

if the post where u asked to give bmc ships to draw is still relevant, could u draw squipemy? ^_^

YES

[jorvik-gazette-archive]

Here is my edit of Jorvik’s “current” map

[pumpkin-stew-brains]

For an anonymous who asked to see Zooble driving a bumper car!

Vengeance is best served casually

[monarchisms]

Do you know if someone’s uploaded the ttt stream to YouTube?

all the channels that streamed on twitch should have their povs uploaded there by now, but youtube is trickier because not everyone who streams uploads to yt or has a channel there at all

the only youtube channels i Can find belong to matt and jeremy 😔

[goldkirk]

I have the Lord of the Rings extended edition and I’m going to walk on the treadmill for 2.5 hours straight while watching it today to see if I have enough endurance now to do 20,000 steps a day

[astranauticus]

really not beating the brainrot allegations but genuinely this line has been haunting my brain for ages

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Whump Drabble

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Sam woke up half sprawled across a dank, cold floor, hands chained to the concrete wall above his head, shackles already cutting into his wrists, stinging and sticky with drying blood.

The rest of the room was dark and hard to pull into focus. He tried to blink but only one of his eyes would even open. Well, that at least shed some light on why that side of his face felt weirdly numb and prickly warm, it was swollen tight. His knees were scrapped up pretty bad, jeans torn and bloody. He shifted, testing, and pain radiated through his side from his lower ribs, not good, felt like something had cracked. There was blood in his mouth and a couple of his teeth felt a bit loose. But all of his fingers wiggled and both feet flexed when he tried them, nothing dislocated and nothing outside of his torso seemed broken. 

Taking a breath to steady himself, he grabbed the chains above him and pulled, they held fast. So he pulled again and pushed himself up with his legs. Everything hurt, he was going to be one giant bruise if he made it until tomorrow.

He’d fucked up, big time, he knew. He’d stormed off, muttering curses of being able to take care of himself over his shoulder on his way out the door and within 10 short hours had gotten himself fucking captured. Dean was going to explode and he was never going to hear the end of it… If he was lucky enough to ever hear Dean say anything to him again. If he was, then he would find a way to be grateful to get chewed out and teased for the rest of forever. 

He just had to get out of this.

Standing and facing the wall he examined, as well as he could through one eye, the shackles holding him. They were snug, no way he’d be able to slip them, even if he dislocated his thumbs. Shit. The chain itself was solid and shiny, no more than a couple years old. The chains were attached to a ring that was bolted into the wall, the concrete chipped and powdery, seemed the weakest point. He grabbed the chain with both hands and bracing one foot against the wall, pulled hard. Fire ignited in his side, definitely a broken rib, and he pressed his arm against that side, trying to brace it while he pulled again. The pain doubled him over, panting for breath, afraid to breathe too deeply. 

He thought about it while waiting for the pain to ebb back, willing his heart rate to slow down. He switched legs and shifted his stance, aiming for a better angle to brace against the wall without immediately tensing the wrong muscle groups, and pulled again. No give. He dropped his leg and sagged to the side, leaning against the wall on his less injured side. Maybe he could use the edge of the shackles to chip away around the ring? 

While he was catching his breath and trying to determine how to hit the wall with a protruding part of the tight metal cuffs, a loud bang from somewhere off in the building above him made him flinch. Looking around, he still couldn’t see much, it was too dark and his head was swimming with more than just labored breathing and exertion. Great, he thought and added head trauma to his catalog of injuries. But beyond the immediate stretch of wall here, he couldn’t make out any other details of the room he was in, just darkness lurking all around. 

Another bang, this one louder than the previous, a gunshot… shotgun seemed most likely. Sam listened. Faint noises from far off, footsteps then scuffling, another blast from the shotgun (he was sure of the sound now).

“Dea…” He had already forgotten about his ribs and the pain from filling his lungs to shout hit him by surprise. 

A splintering crash shook the air and light spilled in from across the room.

“Dean?” he managed to say, not nearly as loudly as he’d intended.

“Sam!” and a beam of light swept the room.

The relief that flooded him dropped him to his knees. Scraped raw already they complained but he was beyond caring. Dean had found him.

“Over here.” 

Light blinded him. Footsteps, heavy and sure, closed the distance between them.

“Sammy? Jesus, Sam.” His concern hit like a punch to Sam’s gut.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I’m sorry, I fucked up.”

“Hey? Look at me.” The flashlight shone in his face as Dean’s hand lifted his chin. Sam knew he was being checked over, tried to keep his eye open, but the light was so bright, his head suddenly pounding. Then Dean was checking the rest of him, hands patting him down, looking for and taking stock of wounds, finding the chains and following them to the wall. Dean tucked his sawed off under his arm and reached behind himself, pulling out his handgun. “Watch out.”

Sam closed his eye and turned away. The gunshot sharply echoing in the cavernous room, making his ears ring.

“Son of a bitch. One more.” and another shot split Sam’s headache to a whole new level of horribleness. A rattling yank on the chains, “Come on!” Dean grunted as he pulled, swearing under his breath.

Sam’s legs were threatening to turn to jelly but he was able to get them under him and pushed back up. He gripped the chains too and added his weight to pulling, ignoring the sickening, crunchy grind in his ribcage.

“That’s it, come on, little more!” 

The metal ring twisted, broken ends where Dean had shot it, pried slowly apart until Dean stopped pulling. “Got it! Relax, Sammy.”

Sam slumped against the wall as Dean freed the chain from the wall. Then the light was back on him briefly.

“You okay?”

“Couple of broken ribs, left side. Probably a concussion.” Sam’s stomach gave a violent lurch which he swallowed down. “Definitely a concussion.”

“Ok, that’s ok. We can deal with that. Can you walk?”

“Yeah.” Sam stood up and took a step away from the wall only to get caught by Dean as gravity shifted sideways suddenly.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy.”

A floodgate seemed to open inside him, tears welled up in his good eye, stung like a bitch in his other. His legs started to give out again. “I’m so sorry, Dean. I should’ve listened to you.”

“No shit, dumbass.” But there was no venom in the words and Dean’s arms were around him, keeping him from falling, and he gave a gentle pat to the back of Sam’s head as he hugged him. “I’m just glad you’re ok. Now come on, don’t make me carry your gargantuan ass outta here. Here we go.” And he shifted so Sam’s arm was over his shoulders as he turned them both towards the door.

[nicoscheer]

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Pelato di merda = bald Shit 🤣😭

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[fictiontbh]

Im insane

Og under cut

[spockvarietyhour]

Another reboot, another time my laptop's keyboard randomly starts working again. It's not like i haven't rebooted a few times since the last time it did this. There's just no rhyme or reason as to when it'll work, but I check it every time.

Last time was a shutdown related to the overclocking settings coming on/screen fritizing, this time, my wifi was acting up and I decided to reboot.

I'll be surprised if it STILL works when i next reboot

[saldontdoit]

(tags via @sevenelevenwifi)

do you realise how much of a mistake (/j) it was to leave that in the notes of a post by a sanders sides artist

took a few liberties (including making matt patton instead of logan) but here we are

some bonus logan/virgil doodles under the cut:

[bigboobshaunt]

I just became BB League Champion in the most traumatizing way possible for Kieran, I think.

[undefeatablesin]

Finished LoP. Technically.