#rest and stretch

[otherpens]

Had some good news and got a few things done today after a dispiriting and debilitating evening yesterday.

Edible's about to hit if my timing is correct so 3-2-1-liftoff, I deserve it.

[lacebird]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as ANAKIN SKYWALKER OBI-WAN KENOBI (2022) | Part V

[eriochromatic]

Last minute self indulgent pride illustration featuring my comfort characters and personal headcanons ✨✨✨

[r0b0t1me]

what's up with them

[fascinationstreetmp3]

im going full cornplate reaching mode here and zooming in on this book in daniel's apartment

"a pictorial history of the talkies" by daniel blum, published 1958. it covers the history of sound films from the late 1920s to 1958

well...... who do we know who has a fascination with cinema & projections....

(also fun fact the first publicly shown synchronised sound films were exhibited at the 1900 paris exposition)

[theminecraftbee]

Mumbo, still trembling, closes his eyes and ignores everything he can see despite them being closed. He ignores the uncountable sensations against his skin, the mix of burning-cooling-itching that all blends together into something that is simultaneously so painful it’s numb and so indescribable it hurts. He ignores the howling, tending, tearing at his ears, and he most certainly ignores the scent of pure memories that pull him in and out of the moment every time he fails to.

He mustn’t think. He can only bear to think in the brief gaps between the noise. If he lets himself think too long, he will realize that he doesn’t have to have his eyes open to see, because the thing he’s trying to look away from doesn’t exist on that sort of plane of existence. He will realize he can hear the endless fractal shapes of wings and eyes around him. He can taste it. He can feel it. He does not need eyes.

He keeps them shut. Grian had told him, once, that if he ever got confronted with his true form, he must keep his eyes shut. Mumbo is doing that now.

“It’s okay,” he mumbles. “It’s okay."

He gets the scent of someone saying 'Mumbo', a shout, panic, pain, not pain. He screws his eyes shut tighter. An overwhelming sensation that he should flee courses through him for a moment and he nearly runs into one the walls of their cell. Unfortunately, those walls are designed to hold in Grian, so Mumbo just bruises his nose.

"We can't leave. They drugged you and locked us both in, remember?"

The sensation is overpowering for a moment. For a moment, Mumbo loses hold of whatever sanity he's holding on to and every part of his body screams fear. He needs to leave, he needs to leave, he needs to leave, he can't leave, he doesn't know what to do, it's a deep and true sensation of doom and panic and then--

Acceptance. Mumbo finds himself curled on the ground.

Something apologizes.

"You were drugged," Mumbo mumbles. "You can't help it."

Mumbo hears the sound that happens when he's dying, he thinks. Then he hears sadness.

"I won't. You told me what to do. All, all I've got to do is hang on until, until either whatever they gave you gets out of your system, or, or someone rescues us. I mean, the other hermits, they'd certainly be rescuing us, right? I imagine they're already tearing, um, wherever we are? They're already tearing it to pieces. Skizz and Impulse are nearly as frightening as you, and, um, we both know what Doc is like angry, and it's okay, it's okay."

Mumbo does not want to have to be the reasonable one. He keeps his eyes shut and lets the feeling like hundreds of sharp feathers cross his skin as Grian tries harder to simultaneously surround and not surround Mumbo, tries to figure out how not to hurt him.

There is not a way for Grian not to hurt Mumbo. Mumbo has known this since they were first shoved in the same cell and Grian lost control.

He can't say that, though, because the moment Grian panics, he will actually kill him. He won't mean to. That's the truly terrible part. Grian will not mean to. He will not try to. He will try not to, in fact.

It's just. A god and a mortal should not be held in the same cage.

So Mumbo has to be the reasonable one. Just a little longer. Or Grian will never forgive himself.

Mumbo breathes. It makes his lungs feel like they're full of blue and purple and syrup and needles. It makes him feel like crying again. It also makes him feel like curling up and feeling nothing, which is the particularly dangerous bit.

"We'll figure this out. It's okay," he lies in his most soothing tone of voice. Somehow, he doesn't think Grian believes him.

They've just got to both pretend a little longer.

[threecowsusingthistoreadcomics]

Page on avians in my Hermits are Space Orcs au! They aren’t meant to make much evolutionary sense, mostly to look cool, but hey, humans have some nonsensical bits too! (Looking at you, human spine). I am Allowed to take liberties with expression because I enjoy being able to convey emotions through characters reacting visually.

Grian and Jimmy are canonically avians, but I did draw the rest of Boatem to show how variation can occur. Off to the same side, you can see my initial concept art for Grian! He really didn’t change too much, I just unified his palette a bit and changed his clothes.

[super-paper]

haven't seen a mha version of this meme + i can't resist picking low hanging fruit

[humming-fly]

I know I've thought of a good shitpost when the premise is only funny to me and maybe three other people

[not-poignant]

Every time I see writing advice like 'remember to stretch your wrists!' I remember the horror my physiotherapist had when he learned I was stretching my wrists before writing but also had chronic nerve pain.

Now this is important. It's nerve pain. He stared at me and then said: Stop stretching.

I stared at him in shock and he said: Muscular pain is different from nerve pain. Stop stretching. Nerves don't respond to stretching like muscles do, it's two totally different treatments. Don't believe me? Stop stretching until our next session and tell me how you go.

And folks I've been free from nerve pain in my wrists ever since. After about a decade. And that's 2 straight years now. 2 years.

I still get muscular pain, which I stretch when that comes up and only when it comes up. But the specific pain I had from ulnar nerve impingement in both hands completely vanished. I was unknowingly making it worse because I thought stretching the nerves was the same as stretching the muscles, and thought the answer applied to everything.

(Tl;dr everyone is different. My physiotherapist is studying to become a medical doctor and will quit out of the field soon, but I always appreciated that everything he told me was solidly backed up with peer-reviewed studies and never came out of nowhere. Also his 'try it for a month and see' was so much better than 'I know I'm right' - because it left a door open for the people who realise what they thought was nerve pain was probably muscular in origin).

[jojo-schmo]

I'm updating my personal ref sheets and it's really hitting me just how SMOL Kirby, Bandee, and Elfilis really are compared to the rest of the cast.

[canisalbus]

I really like Machete and Vasco, but I was wondering how many more OCs you have? I remember seeing some kind of dog deity on your twitter account and I've been wondering who it was ever since. 🤔

You can find most if them in my toyhouse! I still haven't added some of the most recent ones, like Ludovica.

My stats there seem to claim I have 97 characters listed, but none of them are as developed and active as Machete and Vasco. Many have just a design and a couple of core traits.

Unfortunately I can't say which one you might've seen back in twitter.

[clarkgriffon]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 7x01 | “Lessons” 

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: "Payback time."

Charlie: "Oh Vaaaaaagiee~! You don't mind if I'm busy for the next hour or so? While I tenderly clean MY trident??"

Vaggie: "Sounds good babe. I'll watch."

Charlie: "I'm probably not gonna be able to pay aaaany attention to you at all! I'm probably gonna be too busy, running this soft bit of cloth all over every inch of-"

Vaggie: "You missed a spot."

Charlie: "-huh? Where?"

Vaggie: "Up and to the left. Your left. Not that far up-"

Vaggie: "-here, let me?"

Charlie: "But I already cleaned that part!"

Vaggie: "You gotta actually polish it, sweetie. Just wiping at it with a cloth won't work. Look. See?"

Charlie: "I guess..."

Vaggie: "It's got little micro scratches in the metal where blood and stuff can get trapped in. As long as they're not too deep you can clean them out with a good hard rubbing and some oil, but if they're any worse than this you'd have to buff everything down so it smooths out again."

Charlie: (slumping) "I can't believe this."

Vaggie: "It's alright Charlie. I'll do the polishing until you figure things out."

Charlie: (groaning) "Whyyyyyyy."

Vaggie: "Angel blood is corrosive even when dried so you don't wanna let it hang around. Especially we wouldn't want it to hurt such a pretty lady like this, now would we. Right?"

Charlie: (Glowering) "Right."

Vaggie: "That's my girl."

Charlie: "Thanks."

Vaggie: "...uh..."

Charlie: "...you were talking to the trident, weren't you."

Vaggie: "..."

Charlie: "Have fun with that, Vaggie. I'm gonna go check on the hotel."

Vaggie: "Wait, sweetie-"

Charlie: "Hmmm?"

Vaggie: "You haven't even seen what oil to use yet-"

Demon Charlie: "-IT'll BE WITH BOILING OIL AT THIS RATE."

Vaggie: "That... probably wouldn't hurt metal that got forged in hellfire, but you could just use room temperature."

Demon Charlie: (on fire) "NO!"

Vaggie: "Point is to reach all these little tricky spots."

Demon Charlie: "DON'T WANNA."

Vaggie: "You gotta be thorough, take your time, be attentive. It's kinda like when we-"

Demon Charlie: "So help me Vaggie do NOT finish that sentence!"

Demon Charlie: "...Vaggie? Vaggie, I really AM leaving this time- Vaggie are you even LISTENING TO ME!?"

Vaggie: "Mm-hm. I love pole arms too, hun."

Demon Charlie: "ARGH!!!"

[sadlad03]

[wintergreenoreo]

F1 grid as Greek Gods 🌟

Max - Ares: God of war and courage

Checo - Leto: Goddess of motherhood, childbirth, and modesty

Charles - Aphrodite: Goddess of love, beauty, and fertility

Carlos - Hephaestus: God of fire, blacksmithing, and the forge

Lewis - Zeus: King of the gods and god of thunder and lightning

George - Athena: Goddess of strategy and wisdom

Lando - Apollo: God of light, youth, healing and plagues

Oscar - Aeolus: God of the winds

Pierre - Eros: God of love and procreation

Esteban - Antheros: God of requited love and the avenger of the unrequited

Fernando - Hades: King of the dead and god of the underworld

Lance - Persephone: Goddess of agriculture and vegetation

Alex - Artemis: Goddess of the hunt, moon, and wild animals

Franco - Dionysus: God of wine, pleasure, and festivity

Valtteri - Poseidon: God of the sea and earthquakes

Zhou - Iris: Goddess of the clouds and rainbows

Nico - Atlas: God of strength and endurance

Kevin - Eris: Goddess of discord

Yuki - Hestia: Goddess of the hearth, food preparation, and baking

Liam - Melinoe: Goddess of nightmares