#perchance.

[mybrainissquishy]

What's up girl

I mean they

[stawpny]

so guys.. recent subject 😭

how do you think the states that don’t get earthquakes react to them?

literally one of the first things I thought

would it hurt? or like make them dizzy?

(I was in English when the whole school shook 😻)

[chick-it-out]

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[lovelydragon003]

DAY 9: crossover ship/rarepair

[his-writing-blog]

Crazy for you, oh boy | Shane x Harvey

Quick tags not in tags: suicidal thoughts mentioned, getting together, mostly fluff, bit of dark humor, they were friends before that, ooc sewers

Shane stood by the Saloon's bar in his usual spot. Also as usual, he was holding a pint of beer in his arm. And in his usual manner, Shane took a sip of his drink. Usually, his mind would be plauged by the visions (getting to work at jojamarkt next day).

Yoba, how he hated that place. He wouldn't work there anymore if he had any say in it. Sadly, he needed that money. Plus, he can't just leave poor Sam alone within the land of Tartarus under the lead of Krotos (Morris).

What was unusuall tonight, was the lack of thoughts regarding his little hell. Tonight his mind was stuck in the purgatory of longing after a feeling. A feeling that he wished for harder with each gramm of the alcohol in his blood.

Shane wasn't prone to those soul minglings before being brought back from the dead at The Clinic. The sight of his momentary guardian asleep on the fucking plastic stool, leaned agains the wall, legs curled to his chest and prepped against Shane's bed frame, made the ex-alcocholic stirr something deep inside of his chest and reset in his brain. He didn't think he could go back to looking at the man the same way he did before. In seconds, Harvey got promoted from being this mystical doctor seen by Shane once when he was running late to his job, to a real person that Shane wanted to get closer to.

Shane wouldn't have known what to call his current feeling if it wasn't for the new farmer, Laura. For someone so disorganised as him, Laura could muster up some good advice when coherent enough.

"The desire to be desired. And the desire to desire that thing the same way." Laura told Shane. He stopped in his track after hearing that. And then he burst out laughing. "What? If I didn't desire to pass down my legacy and Guiliermo didn't desire to be owned by me specifically, we wouldn't have each other!" She picked up her cat up to Shane's face. The orange cat looked at him right in the eye, as if challenging him. To what, Shane had no idea. But the devil's youngling must have sensed his lack of defense and meowed loudly in victory. Shane just turned around and went back to Marnie after loosing the one sided battle. He heard the farmer's laughter goes quiet as he walked.

Closing his eyes, Shane could almost see Harvey's face staring at him fondly. His mind tried to imagine his expression change to more passionate one. Shane tried not to let his mind take control. The more thoughts of this calliber, the most likely he was to send his addictions to the bottom of the cliffs alongside with him.

He looked down at his glass, half full with a beer. It was supposed to be his first and only one tonight. But with how things were going, Shane was tempted to throw the glass across the whole local and preach the words of his soul. How he felt because of the booze. How the will feel because of the booze. How it could ruin their life as hard as it ruined his. How one drink led to another to another to another to another to another to another to anot-

Warm chocolate eyes blinked at him right before his face. Shane relaxed his grip on the glass. He pushed it towards Gus, dropped some coins on the counter and left. He ignored the looks given by the townfolks and let himself fall into the fresh breeze outside. He stood in front of the darkness that loomed over the town at the edge of the forest. Without any more thought, he let himself be swallowed by it. It wasn't long before his eyes got used to the lack of the warm radiation of laps lit up around the town. The sky was truely one of the main reasons why Shane didn't get with his plans. Constelations of unwandered paths streched right above his small and meaningless life. Glittering and saying that maybe it was worth being there even if just to marvel at their beauty for a fleeting moment.

Shane wandered around the forest, his gaze lost in the stars, mind still by the fond eyes it couldn't bare to leave behind. He didn't know how long he was out there untill he saw the edge of the cliffs. Instead of heading acrossthe grass, Shane followed the overgrown path. It led to a narrow stairs that led to the large pipe that finished (or started?) the maze of sewer canals spread under the town. Drunk Shane liked to joked that it was an underground mirror reflecting the spiralls and labirynths made by stars. As if an artist scribbled down the unseen paths between stars and the pages landed on the desk of a rough engineer who tried and failed to recreate their grace.

As Shane marveled upon the genius of the cosmic blueprint, a quiet song was to be heard. He looked around, trying to find its source. After seeing nobody at the forest's clearing and no soul on the beach below, Shane was sure that it was coming from inside the pipe. His body tensed up, ready to initiate a fight or flight revalation at whatever might come from the sewer. The thing is, Shane would be nothing wothout his brain. And his brain, soothed by the strange melody, didn't want to response accordingly. So he sat at the top of the stairs, entranced by how sweet the sounds were. He was almost lulled to sleep by it when he started to sway to the rythm lightly. He got startled when he heart someone sing along the tune. What shocked him more was the fact that the voice was coming from his mouth. The words to the song came to him with a blink of an eye. Shane let himself be taken by the melody's current. And with a small smile on his lips, he sang.

"Harvey, nobody knows what I see."

[simplysolo]

hmmmm i think i’m feeling brave enough to post a snippet of my writing today…

[yeehawfml]

birfgay pt 1

[kekisu]

might make a cohost + dreamwidth. if im feeling silly i MIGHT dip my toes into neocities but i know almost nothing about coding. i only know basic shit cause i paid for core subscription on deviantart back when they let us fully customize our profiles as much as we wanted with embeds and shit

[sir-avodoodles]

Hello brain issnot working today this is all I have,

Enjoy the hand drawn cropping.

[laughingpinecone]

[ittybluebell]

g/t writer use another descriptor besides 'billboard-sized face' challenge

[m2ssvex]

Let me cook

[showbits]

hey Showbitz, im a big fan of Screws Loose! what's one of your favorite episodes you've worked on?

HM Well... It is one that Unfortunately got pulled from the station almost immediately... so it is considered Lost Media now! But I remember it being a BLAST!!!!!! I will not elaborate any further.

[sonicunleash]

just was thinking about this but sometimes it just baffles me so much how little fatness occurs in people's minds as even like. a viable design choice when making characters. like sometimes I just think about how games with huuuuuge character casts will just have not a single playable or significant fat character like it doesn't even occur to the design team that they could make any of these characters fat.

and its just so crazy its like they forget fat people exist but at the same time any time it comes around to design a random nameless goon, greedy mafia boss, politician (usually a scummy one), chef, or a one-off sacrificial character suddenly everyone remembers fat people then. "oh kris thats just the definition of a stereotype and how stereotypes work" I Know Okay its 10 am and i just had a shower and thought about this sometimes you just rerealize things and have to go Damn thats fucked up.

anyways you ever think about how skinny people will hype up a big mainstream cartoon making like 2 medium-sized characters with maybe big thighs for Fat Rep but when it comes to media just having no fat people at all only fat people will talk about that or care. anyways

[typheus]

me in 2018: idk i dont think i should make bitten off into a comic cause what if i get bored of my ladies and dont want to finish the story :/

me in 2024:idk i dont think-

[justaz]

thinking of a ouat x bbc merlin crossover where regina didn’t send everyone to a land without magic, she sent them to albion (by which i’m referring to the whole world not just britain) but since arthur died all those years ago and merlin IS magic and he’s seen the threat posed by magic existing within the world, he’s revoked everyone’s right to it so now it’s “a world without magic”

old man merlin feels a disturbance in the realm and knows that something magical beyond his control just happened and his first thought is arthur but the lake is still. he follows the odd tug towards the americas and then up north and then maine and then storybrook.

he poses as a homeless man and just watches everything go down. henry notices that despite EVERYONE else around him not aging or taking note of the passage of time as if he’s stuck in a time loop, this random old man is always doing something different. henry goes to him and rants about the curse and magic and (for the first time ever) he actually believes him.

merlin validates everything henry says while also trying to dissuade him from carrying the burden of destiny bc he knows how crushing that weight is. him and henry have a game where henry theorizes about what merlin’s life was like in the enchanted forest despite merlin’s insistence that he’s never been there.

old man merlin just hovering in the back of all the scenes and watching their weird magic that’s not at all like his but also sorta similar?? he doesn’t engage for a while until idk some big bad corners henry and merlin intervenes to protect him and henry is like “:O you have magic!!”