#so thank you for keeping me motivated and going

[factual-fantasy]

Again and again ya'll keep blowing me away! Thank you so much for getting me to yet another milestone!! :DDD 🎉🎉

You guys have been such a comfort these past few months, truly. This trial I've been going through with my mental and physical health has been such a drag.. But waking up every morning and reading all your asks and funny comments has been a real mood lifter. They motivate me to get out of bed and draw things. So thank you all so much for that! :}}

Also this pixel stuff has been a blast. So despite my condition, I hope to make more artwork soon! Thank you again yall!! 🥰🥰🥰

[sincerehimbo]

hi baby angel v, how 2 shift? thanks!

the first chapter.

a common question asked is “how do i shift?” and that truly does depend on how YOU desire to see shifting as a whole.

let’s begin from the very beginning, the very basics of the basic.

intention. people will ALWAYS ALWAYS preach how intention is the key to shifting, but they never really explain what it is? intention is basically the emotion / motivation to do that thing.

to go a little more in depth i recommend this blog about intention written by @lunarshifting (link)

methods. are methods needed? absolutely not. if you feel they are needed, then they are. if you feel they are not, then they are not. they are nothing more than a “helping hand”

assumption. this is not really talked about if you were on a different platform (its more coming to light now and YAYYYY) but assumption is your bff FOR LIFE. shifting can be as easy or as difficult as you believe it to be. if you assume you gotta sleep with your big toe pointing north to shift, then that will be what makes you shift. if you assume you gotta do 17 backflips before the sunsets to shift, that is what will make you shift. get my drift?

a couple bloggers recommended for assumption would probably be @etherealkissed88 + @luckykiwiii101 + @yourstruly-babygirl ! all sweethearts too. only the best for my bffs ( and @stilljuststardust + @lunarshifting give lovely shifting advice and js general shit as well best people swear )

“but vincent i can’t figure out if a method is right for me….”

great! let’s rock and rift while i go into detail abt methods!

let’s think for a second! 💭 what do YOU want to do to shift?? because what you want is what will work out for you!! keep in mind, this list is NOT limited to anything you can take and leave anything or wtv you want!

music? great, let’s do something with music. waltz around with someone from your dr, repeat a scenario that the music reminds you of, anything of the sort.

visualization? dope! let’s put it to use. a tip that helped me is to treat your visualization like a memory rather than a distant place. even if you haven’t experienced it yet!

affirming? great, say a bunch of fun affirmations! make it personalized and fun, if it starts to feel like a chore switch it up!

following instructions? guided meditations and pre made methods are probably going to be the best fit for you!

using your senses? YAY let’s use that, what do you feel, smell, see, taste, and hear in your dr? see where that leads you.

no method? lucky you, breathe in, lay down, sit up, wtv you want! you’ll shift anyway, don’t stress!!

silence or noise? use those noises to get a feel for your dr. and use that silence to simulate your dr if that makes sense!

“but i have no idea what i want to do or what im good at..”

well let’s start there! is there anything you WANT to do? or can’t figure out where to figure where to begin? i promise you, the hardest part is js starting.

everyone has a want, so let’s start there. what’s your want?

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got it? YAY if not. what you good at? you are welcome to pm me if you are still stuck, im creative as shit and i’m sure we can find a root or a small leaf that will point us right to a forest.

now let’s use that want to figure out what makes you tick.

desire? utilize it. don’t let anything stop you from getting there, not even this realities higher being. your desire is YOURS take it. don’t allow anything to stop you, for it is your right.

yearning? the classic “they miss you” is not exactly true nor false, for you are already there. however, doesn’t it feel weird you 2.0 is holding them or wtv? why not 1.0? why is 2.0 better than the original?? go.

UTILIZATION is something i will always vouch for. you know what to do, take what you need, leave what you don’t.

i hope this made sense.. blinks anyways LOVE YA ANGEL 🎀

[traffic-was-a-b1tch]

anthem of the heart

(jake kiszka x reader) 18+

summary: you and your best friend move into a new apartment after college, wanting a fresh start in nashville. however, you come to find that your neighbors are musicians. very loud musicians who like to keep you up at night. especially one, who likes to bother you on purpose. you would hate him… if he wasn’t so hot.

warnings for overall series: eventual SMUT!!!, angst, mentions of past abuse (not jake), abuse (not jake), mentions of past sexual assault (not jake), sexual assault (not jake), enemies to lovers, cursing, let me know if I missed any. (i’m still making this series up as I go along so it might change)

warnings for this chapter: mental struggle after SA, mentions of the SA in chapter three, therapeutic exercises, sexual tension to the max, cursing, let me know if I missed any!

author’s note: hey everyone! sorry about my inactivity! I get in writing moods some days and write 2-3 chapters in a few hours, and other days I rot in bed with no motivation lol. but thank you endlessly for the love! as always, please feel free to give me feedback, requests, comments, etc. enjoy!!!

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Chapter Five:

you wanted to immediately run for the shower. your blouse was starting to stick to you; you felt so unclean. not just because you had been in the same clothes for 24 hours, but because of tanner.

before you could get to the bathroom you checked kailee’s room for her. you forgot to tell her where you were last night and knew she was probably worried sick. opening the door, you saw she wasn’t in her room.

you checked your phone and saw dozens of missed calls and texts from her. she wrote an hour ago that she was going to the police if you didn’t respond.

fuck. so that’s where she is.

you needed to call her and stop her from making a scene.

dialing her number, you thought about what to say. how could any words capture the last 24 hours? she answered within two rings and sounded frantic.

“oh my god! i’m so happy you called. are you ok?! where the hell were you last night? I called and texted with no answer. fuck, i’m even outside the police station right now!”

“kailee, i’m so sorry. please calm down. so much happened and I don’t know how to tell you-”

“don’t say another word”, she cut you off, “i’m on my way home. you can tell me everything in person.”

you sighed in relief of not having to have that conversation over the phone.

“ok, i’ll see you when you get here. I love you.”

“I love you more, houdini”, she countered and hung up.

thankful that she gave you time to decompress and think about how to tell her, you got back to business.

returning to the bathroom, you turned the water to hell levels of hot and stood in front of the mirror for a second.

fuck.

you were covered in bruises.

there was a few finger shaped ones of your arm and one big one on the bottom of your breast. you felt awful.

finally, the events of yesterday settled in your mind.

the fear of seeing tanner again hit you, and you realized you hadn’t seen him today. he was gone and you didn’t know where. this terrified you more. the unsettling notion that he might come back, surprise you when your all alone. when jake isn’t there to save you. tears were flowing down your face by now and you wiped them away.

you thought you didn’t need saving, that you could handle things yourself. but it was becoming increasingly more difficult, and you couldn’t deny that tanner would’ve done worse things to me if jake hadn’t been there to stop him.

you started to feel disappointed in yourself. you never really thanked him for helping you. you had gotten wrapped up in your frustration that you failed to express how thankful you were of him in those moments.

no more dwelling on this today, you told yourself.

stepping into the shower was relieving. the hot water running over your body and through your hair started to relax you.

you started with your hair, scrubbing shampoo all over it and into every crevice, then rinsing. next was conditioner, running it through your hair with care and rinsing.

getting a squeeze of body wash on your loofah, you started to softly wash your arms.

you breathed shakily, getting flashbacks as you ran it over the bruises. then you sped up, increasing the pressure, trying to scrub as hard as you could; trying to wash him off of you. you gasped as you panted and grunted, scrubbing so hard you were turning red.

it was never going to work.

you told yourself to calm down, to center yourself. you counted down from ten, slowing your breathing. taking a second, you turned your face under the water, letting the water wash your salty tears down the drain.

you were going to leave it all here. all his touches, all the sadness, all the anxiety.

you finished washing your body and cleansed your face. you were overwhelmed. the emotions from the interview, seeing tanner, and jake swarmed your head. you were determined to leave them all in the shower.

you were pretty much done, just basking in the hot water’s peace, when your heard a door knock.

probably kailee.

you were going to be happy to see her face after the day you had.

you got out of the shower, cutting off the water and wrapping yourself in a towel. there were more knocks, growing heavier and impatient.

you started to unlock the door and open it, groaning, “kailee, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

as it opened fully, you looked up shocked to see jake.

instantly you regretted not getting dressed, or even dried off.

“don’t tell me what to do with my panties, thank you”, he smirked.

his presence drifted in the doorway: cocky and sexy. damn.

you rolled your eyes, “oh please, jake. you wish I cared about your panties.”

it was then that he realized what you were ‘wearing’, if you could even call it that.

it was a fluffy pink towel from a dollar store back home. it was wrapped tightly around your chest, emphasizing your breasts, and only reached down to your mid thigh.

it was revealing, to say the least, and you saw his eyes as they trailed your body.

he breathed deeply, meeting your eyes, as if he had been holding his breath looking at you.

“I- um, came to return this.”

he held his hand out, offering the clip that had been in your hair last night. you forgot that you had taken it out and set it on the nightstand to try to detangle your hair.

you were knocked out of his trance, smiling and replying, “oh, right. I forgot I left that there. um, thank you.”

you reached and took it, your fingers brushing his. you waited for him to pull away, to recoil at your touch. but he stayed.

the chemistry was getting to be too much for you. you found yourself questioning: did you want space? your cramped mind said yes, begging to get a break.

or did you want him? your body screamed yes. every time you were around him you were annoyed; annoyed at his arrogance, annoyed at his loud band, annoyed that you couldn’t have him in your bed. fuck, that was a thought that haunted you as soon as you imagined it. him naked, in your arms, exploring your body.

you couldn’t decide what you wanted, but you felt the heat around you both getting hotter. too hot for comfort.

you pulled your hand away, repeating, “thank you.”

he nodded, returning to the conversation, “it’s really pretty. I knew you’d want to have it back.”

you smiled, “it’s one of my favorites. although, it seems like you would benefit from it right now.”

you glanced at his slightly messy curls, giggling softly.

it was becoming painfully obvious that both of you were dancing around what you really wanted to say to each other.

he laughed at your comment, rolling his eyes.

the sight of that made your mind betray you, imagining his eyes rolling back as you took him in your mouth. fuck, could you get any peace from this need?

jake’s eyes zeroed in on the deep red marks littering your skin, frowning.

you realized that you found your chance to let him know how appreciative you were.

“I never really thanked you for what you did. i’ve known tanner for years and knew I couldn’t overpower him. who knows what he would’ve done if you hadn’t helped.” you looked at him in genuine earnest.

he nodded, reaching out and brushing one of the marks on your shoulder, causing you to melt for him internally.

“i’m sorry I couldn’t do more.” his tone was full of regret.

you hated seeing him like this, pitying you.

“what else could you do? kiss them to make them feel better?” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

but the mood only shifted.

his eyes flicked to yours, filled with dark desire. his breathing quickened, causing yours to do the same as you saw his thoughts plastered on his face.

your mouth opened slightly, watching both of you struggle to keep your electricity at bay.

he was slipping though, stepping closer and whispering.

“is that what you want?”

oh my god.

you could barely breathe, your eyes never leaving his.

the lust that hung in the small gap between you slowly dissipated as he blinked his eyes away and stepped back. you stood there confused as he shook his head at himself.

“i’m sorry. you’ve been through a lot lately. you should get some rest.”

you swallowed your need, nodding. one part of you was thankful that he was so considerate of your mind and body after the trauma; but another part of you was aching for him.

but you knew he had made the right choice. probably.

“i’ll, uh, see you later.” he walked towards his door.

you closed yours, catching your breath. that was so charged with sexual tension that you needed to sit down.

you made your way to your couch and lowered down onto it, sighing. maybe all of this was for the best. why were you letting your life get complicated with another relationship? hell, you need to be thinking about your ex, not some guy that likes to annoy you. a really, really hot guy who likes to annoy you.

just then another knock came.

your head shot up.

he changed his mind.

running back to the door, you flung it open.

“where the fuck have you been?”, kailee gasped, engulfing you in a hug, “you have no idea how worried I was.”

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the chemistry is so sickening I can’t!!!

tag list: @gvfpal @hollyco

(please let me know if anyone else would like to be on the tag list!)

[lullabyes22-blog]

How are you so good at writing Silco's dialogue? It feels like I can hear his voice whenever I read your fic!

Thank you so much! Silco's voice is one of the trickiest to get right, so it's very gratifying to know his lines feel true to canon<3

Honestly, Silco has such a unique way of speaking. He doesn't sound like any character I've encountered before in media. At first blush, he comes across as your cookie-cutter Scar-coded villain, speaking with a subtle drawl, and an air of eloquent sarcasm and biting wit.

But that's where the similarities end.

Silco's a talker, for sure. But there's a cutting brevity to his sentences, almost like he can't be bothered to waste words. If you read his lines from the show out of context, you'll find that many of his sentences are more like questions posed in the form of observations. And when he speaks, there's a lot of subtext. He likes to keep the listener off-balance, always wondering, "is this guy actually talking to me, or is he just monologuing in his head?"

Also: his syntax is odd. Silco is extremely formal. He seldom uses contractions, and he never swears. Even when he's furious or stressed out, his diction never breaks (even if the accent starts slipping). His sentences are often very short and punchy, but there's also an art of obliqueness in there. He's a master at ending a conversation in the middle of a sentence, leaving his interlocutor wondering what comes next.

This may be controversial (largely because the poet is a misogynistic piece of shit), but I often liken Silco's dialogue as similar to Charles Bukowski's poetry.

Bukowski has an unrelenting cynical wit, succinctness, and a deep love for the word "fuck" that saturates the body of work even if the poems are not actually explicit. I always feel like Silco has the same tendency to subvert the banal, and turn a casual, throwaway comment into something gritty or profound. A lot of Bukowski's poems also deal with working class alienation and poverty, and there's a hardcore bastardly vitriol that is uniquely misanthropic in a way that feels true to Silco's worldview.

Also, fun fact: I hate Bukowski's poetry. He's a terrible, terrible man, and that disgust I feel towards the poet often bleeds into the way I handle Silco's dialogue in FnF.

This is not a nice person, and that's a crucial part of his character. He's an unapologetic anti-hero (anti-villain?) and I want his dialogue to reflect the darkness inherent in his actions and motivations. There's something irredeemably broken in his worldview, and that nihilism he touts as its own nobility is going to haunt him till the end of his days. Because life on the edges of monstrosity, in the dark, down in the dirt, doesn't make you inherently more 'honest' or 'brave' than those who actively choose to live in the light. In fact, I would argue that it makes you infinitely less honest because the darkness becomes a smokescreen to hide your own failings. It gives you plausible deniability. It's so much easier to believe that the world is inherently shitty and that you are an agent of justice taken to its blackest extremes, than to actively find ways every day to make the world a softer, brighter, and more inclusive place.

And to an extent, we can't even blame him, because in a place like Zaun, survival is all that matters. In such a zero-sum game, it takes someone inherently saintly to put the needs of the many above their own - or to martyr themselves in the process.

And we all know Silco's thoughts on martyrs...

Tl;dr:

Silco's dialogue is a weird balance between the brutal realism of his inner monologue, and the elegant, formal, and deceptively polite way he delivers his lines.

I bet he says 'Fuck', 'Prick', 'Cunt', 'Sod,' 'Bollocks', 'Shit', 'Piss' a lot.

But only in his head.

[deoidesign]

Happy EDS awareness month!

I'm a webcomic artist with EDS. be aware.

EDS affects many parts of my life. I have chronic fatigue, chronic pain, and I need to use a cane! I often find myself ruminating on themes of chronic illness in my work, whether or not I am intending to include them.

I already can't paint anymore, it hurts my hands too much... Anything that requires small details or precise motions will hurt me for days. I have a lot of grief around it. But working digitally allows me to still create!

I animate, I illustrate, I get to tell my stories. I have to go slow, take huge breaks (often against my will) and recover slowly. But, working in this space allows me the grace to do this.

So, I just wanted to share a bit of my experience with my audience, and say thank you for reading my work and supporting me! It means the world to me, and I hope maybe someone in my audience feels a little more seen through me sharing this. It causes me pain, but I love myself; and that includes my disability.

[lil-lemon-snails]

decided to draw some of your guys' tags from my harlequin sun and moon post!!! These guys are so much fun and you're all so funny >w<

[inkly-heart]

Do you have a group discord server? If others want to chill and interact with you. Just wondering

That aside just hoping you’re doing okay Blastic. Still, if you’re not your gotta a lot people care about you.

I look forward to seeing how the rest of the game goofs.

—goofball anon

I don't and sadly I don't think I will make one. It would be fun to interact with people who enjoys my work and wants to chat with me but I just feel it would be too much work for me to handle a discord server. So at least for now I'm not planning to make one.

[clownsuu]

Art block fucking sucks so

Poppet got pastries for the gamers :]

Hope you feel better my gamer🏵️🥄🥄

aWEE look at thembs ;;;

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

For a blog called the badly drawn sanses, your arts be improveing- at least in my eyes lol. Just saying I like your art <333!

i'm probably gonna go back to low-effort to curb burnout (posting twice a day and whatnot) but in the meantime, have a Killer in the less non-bad artstyle :D

[neptunym]

ah! so jolly 🎄🕊

[wolfsetfree-if]

I'm so happy you're back!! I'm so happy in fact, I think I might Just Howl hysterically. Will my grandfather send me to a ward- maybe. Would it be worth it. totally.

No but seriously, It's good to see you back. I felt nothing but anguish when I first realized that I couldn't even see the blog anymore, but also didnt want to go to the forum of your other IF to ask about it, out of respect lol. It had me so Nervvyyyy that you were gone forever. But you're not so AYYYEEE!!!

representation of me after opening Tumblr and seeing you back.^

OMG HII❤ you warmed my heart, thank you🥺 I am definitely not gone, I wouldn't put down this story knowing there are little IFs out there that provide a similar content to those thirsty for it.

I may sometimes hide the blog if I get overwhelmed but I promise I would tell if I went on indefinite hiatus or cancelled the game.

But for now I am happy to say I got to work on the next chapter and it's looking good!

[just-a-creep-babe]

I’m so anxious for part 20 of a demons ache omgggg 😭 keep up the good work like always!! You’re doing amazing. <3

Ahhhhh thanqqqq!!!! 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️✨✨

I’ve actually jUst finished writing it & now all I gotta do is edit so it’ll be up soon!! It’s also the ✨✨finale!!!!!✨✨

There’s gonna be an epilogue & a few more bonus parts after that but yeah main story is done. She’s finally finished 🥹❤️

[yutaslaugh]

YUTASLAUGH'S 5K AND PARKGOWONIE'S 1K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!

YAY i can't believe my main reached 5k+ followers and 1k on my sideblog (even though i've barely been active there). thank you everyone and bots <3 to celebrate, i'm taking gif requests for both my blogs ♡ my faves are nct 127, wayv, blackpink, red velvet, and the new loona groups/soloists but feel free to also request for other groups (e.g. svt, riize, sf9, twice) - i will try my best to do all requests!

requests can be made for:

single video (mv/stage/content video/etc.) of a member (include timestamp)

idol x hair colour/style

idol/era x fancam compilation

group x outfit compilatons

any other compilations/ideas

special shout out/thank you to some of my faves @stepmom @sunghanbin @awek-s @possession1981 @bethereforme @soonhoonsol @lloveorloved @leemarkies @hvangrenjvns @naptimed @jentlemahae @yunogf @renjunniez @jsuh @rainbowrenjun @jwooyoung (and many others but i can't remember what everyone changed their users to 😭)

[weemopuu]

❤❤❤Thanks for 300 follows!!!❤❤❤

qwq thanks a lot for the love!!! I'll keep up the hard work!!!

[spaceratprodigy]

kissing everyone on the mouth for being so sweet abt the new art btw I have real tears in my eyes

[gallawitchxx]

THE FINAL INSTALLMENT OF...

🖤 barber!mickey & (not so) shaggy!ian 🖤

oh wow oh wow, we made it to a whole freaking year of these barber boys! it's been such an anchor for me--i never missed a week!--& i will be so sad to see them go. but! i may have a lil surprise up my sleeve for (if all goes well) next week! see you then & thanks for reading! xx

here's the 52nd & final installment for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: rain by @mmmichyyy

catch up/read in full HERE -- now complete! [ read the whole shebang ON AO3 ]

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Then again, the whole thing between them is batshit. Ludicrous, how a haircut by happenstance could help two tough guys from the shit side of the street find… well, that remains to be seen… 

But as Ian watches Mickey smile around steak and sour cream, he thinks that maybe he’s found someone to want all of him, all the fucked up versions that he is. 

Hopes that Mickey Milkovich, Master Barber could be someone who’ll stay for the shine, but also the rain. 

Sickness, health, all that shit.

Ian wipes the corner of Mickey’s mouth with his thumb and exhales.