#temporary pause

[vacz]

ATTENTION!

I didn't want to disappear out of nowhere without explanation, since I'm very active and there are people that actually care about what I do as an artist

I have exams coming for my neck and I need to prepare myself

So it means, I will TEMPORARY stop making posts about my drawings or anything too complex so I have time to focus on my studies without feeling the pressure of not posting anything (*Ejem* the ask blog *ejem*)

Sorry if this aclaration is kinda dumb but This is just a pause, I'm not quitting art or something like that, if you want to pray for me for some reason then pray for me approving all my exams, thank you. You may see me making reblogs to other posts some times but like- I need you guys to understand that making a post requires time and effort

The exams need ALL my time and effort

So the only thing I can do now is basically repost, because it's just pressing a button. In fact, in this exact same moment while I'm writing this I'm in a train

I know my limits, and I don't wanna reach them

I want to make good content, for me and for you to enjoy, and that requires time, time that in this moment I don't really have

The fact I have to make a post explaining to people why I will suddenly make a pause for posting is amazing. Thank you so much for all the support you have given me. I'll have all of you in my heart

It does make me feel bad for not being able to keep going with the track, but I hope you guys understand

See you later!

[giggly-squiggily]

So many top lees and lers for this recent ask game ajndnwmsmwmsmsmen y’all are really making me work! 🤣🤣🤣

(It’s all good of course- I’m heading to bed now but I’ll fill them tomorrow when I get down time alright good night everyone! :D)

(This gif has nothing to do with anything I just find Bingo hilarious)

[beescake]

i am in love with your sollux i think

sollux love party :]

if you’re interested heres some of my personal fondness thoughts on him.. big warning for the mega long read ahead aye

as we alr know sollux's rejection of participation somewhat mirrors dave's rejection of heroism, but even without getting cooked to completion i still find sollux's character v compelling beyond the fourth wall

as someone who doesnt get a pinch of that Protagonist Sparkle to begin with, he can openly say he wants to leave anytime…. and unlike dave, he actually Can leave the scene anytime. but he can never be truly Free from the story via permanent character death like the other trolls.

his irrelevancy is indeed relevant - he’s there so u can point him out.

while his image is intended to be a relic of past internet subculture, his role is not only about hehehaha being a Chad or a 2000s cyberforum 2²chan haxxor ragequit gamebro.

his continued existence also happens to add a Bit to the overarching themes of homestuck! a Bit that gives him longer-lasting thematic relevance compared to the trolls who could’ve had more character potential but didnt get to survive beyond the main story.

the Bit in question:

his defiance contributes to the illusion of agency (treating characters = people with autonomy). he’s “aware” of it, and that recognition is worth noting enough to forcibly keep him alive as both reward and punishment.

considering how his personality & classpect is designed its definitely a very haha thing for hussie to do LOL. he’s made to be op asf so he's resigned to doing dirty work, gradually deteriorating along the way but never truly dying. as fans have mentioned before, him openly rejecting involvement after a while of grim tolerance is like if the sim u were controlling suddenly stopped, looked up and gave u the finger while u were step six into the walkthrough for Every Possible Sim Death Animation.

but since he’s just a sim… the more he hates it, the more you keep him around. if ur sim started complaining abt your whimsical household storyline you’d definitely keep that little fuck.

but yeah i like that sollux is just idling. the significance of his presence being that one dude who's always reliably Somewhere, root core Unchanged, no individual ambitions (possibly due to fear of consequence?), and design-wise: a staple representative product of his time.

compared to dirk's character, who has aged phenomenally well into the present (themes of control + AR + artificial intelligence, clearer exploration around navigating relationships/sexuality, infinite possibilities of self-splinterhood and trait inheritance), sollux's potential is really... contained. bitter. defeatist. limiting and frustrating in the way old tech is.

the world continues moving on to shinier, brighter, more advanced automated things - minimalist and metaverse or whatever but sollux is still here 🧍‍♂️ going woohoo redblue 3d. (tho personally i imagine his vibe similar to what the kids call cassette futurism on pinterest mixed w more grimy grunge insectoid influences eheh)

conceptually-speaking,

at the foundation of it all, the rapid pace of modern development was built off the understanding of ppl like sollux in the past, who were There actively at work while the dough was still beginning to rise

thats one of the cool things abt the idea of trolls preceding humans! the idea that trolls like sollux excelled back when lots of basic shit still needed to be discovered, building structures like networks and codes from scratch, and humans will eventually inherit and reinvent that knowledge in ways that become so optimized it makes the old manual effort seem archaic, slow, and labour-intensive.

but despite information/resources/shortcuts being more accessible now, much of the new highly-anticipated stuff released on trend still end up unfinished, inefficient, or expiring quickly due to cutting corners under severe capitalistic pressures

meanwhile, some of the old stuff frm past generations of thorough, exploratory and perfectionistic development still remains working, complete, and ever so sturdy.

those things continue to exist, just outside our periphery with either:

zero purpose left for modern needs (outdated/obsolete)

or

far too important to replace or destroy, bcs of its surprisingly essential and circumstantial usefulness in one niche specific area.

which are honestly? both points that sum up sollux pree well.

dramatic ending sorry. anw are u still on the fence or are u Sick abt him like me </3

[cupacoat]

In regards to my last post, this is the plot of Dead plate, right?

[downfall0fman]

Completed the Dark Brotherhood questline and UM… GUYS? WHAT?? Its been three days and I have been repeatedly breaking into hysterical sobbing fits. I had to take a pause from playing the game today because I just couldn’t keep going

I spent hours trying to find the notes because I dropped them when I became over encumbered and I just could not not have them. I am already thinking about making a new character and just not completeing the quests

I was so genuinely shocked, I literally never saw that coming. Absolutely expected us to take down whoever was setting him up, was so incredibly sure thats where it was going. But I walked in, then I saw him and then I broke. I knew it wouldn’t let me press escape but I tried anyway, I just had to sit there listening to her talk as I cried into my hands

[naomiknight-17]

Y'all it has been a TIME

Without making this post a thousand miles long, between vet bills, home repair, and a hiccup with my student loan payments, I am very in the red

I would very much like to be out of the red, and also be able to afford to go out for a nice dinner to celebrate my 14th wedding anniversary, which happened earlier this week, but went mostly unnoted.

So! You know what that means! Time for another...

DONATION DOODLE DRIVE

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Simply tip $5 or more at my Ko-Fi and include a 2-3 word doodle prompt such as "bunny pirate" or "round cat" or "great big butt" and I will take it from there!

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Thank you for reading, and extra super thank you if you consider sharing this post or sending a tip my way!

[sky-daddy-hates-me]

Palestinian people aren't just being killed by bombs and bullets, but by the knock on effects of blockades and the displacement of hundreds of thousands of people.

This is why a temporary ceasefire will not help Gaza.

[subdee]

Starting a project to take all the IRS data that is purposefully silo'd to comply with data privacy laws (each dept can only access what it needs to), and put it all in one easily accessible place.

 Not just that, but they're planning on putting the information 'on the cloud', AND using a private company to do it, AND doing something that should take years in a few months, AND even they admit it might (might??) break.  

At the same time that they're also planning to use 'AI' to help rewrite all the code at the social security administration, to help put all THAT information on the privately owned cloud, as well. And so on for many government agencies.

None of this is good.  ��It's all really really really bad.  And the worst part is they don't even need it to work, they can destroy everything and put a facade up, and it will suit their purposes just as well. Massive data insecurity, the destruction of ACTUAL working legal modernization projects like Direct File, dependance on an expensive private contract we'll need to keep paying for, and access to information they shouldn't have access to.

And it's technical stuff, the public won't pay attention.

Bad. Bad. Bad.

[callixton]

i haven’t had this feeling with a hyperfixation since like. september with leverage. like half a year. again idk how long it’s gonna last but the neurons are firing

[thevioletcaptain]

the ashes by imogenbynight

1.2k | mature | deancas

a 13.01 coda with dean scattering cas' ashes. technically this is canon compliant but i feel like i need to trigger warn for like… cannibalism? not really but. man. idk.

Dean sits with the ashes when they get back to the bunker. Sits with them and stares and goes a little insane with it, until he can’t stop imagining himself cracking open the lid and reaching his fingers inside.

Would Cas be soft? Chalky, velvety, like the white-charred remnants of driftwood after a bonfire? Would he be rough as his voice; as the sand his pyre had been built upon?

With a belly full of fire and whisky and desperate unease, he stares and stares as his thoughts spiral. As he thinks about pressing his damp index finger into the ash and raising it to his mouth. Swallowing it down and letting Cas become a part of him.

He could keep Cas forever that way; absorbed into his being.

Fuck, he can’t stop thinking about it.

Years ago, they worked a case where a young couple had been so frantic with love, intensified to the trillionth degree by the cruel touch of famine, that they'd eaten one another alive. Torn into each other's flesh with teeth as they clung together, ecstatic and bloody. Dean remembers feeling as confused as he was revolted by what had seemed to him a far-too-literal leap from desire to hunger.

Now, though, he kind of understands it.

Because it wasn't hunger, exactly, that lead to such a violent conclusion. It was need, followed through to its inevitable end. And he gets it now. Gets wanting to take the one you love into yourself and keep them there always. To hold them so wholly that they become a part of you, so you can never be parted again.

Of course, that's the thing that stops him, in the end. Not what should have stopped him--not the sick, visceral horror of what ultimately equates to eating his best friend's remains, no matter how he spins it--but the fact that tying Cas to himself in such an irreversible way feels like a betrayal. A punishment to Cas' spirit, however much of it still exists. He can't do that. Can't force whatever part of Cas' grace or soul might linger in the ash to endure however many years Dean has left as a part of him. Can't tether Cas so selfishly in death when Cas had never seemed to want to stay with him in life.

Cas might have been the love of Dean's miserable fucking life, but he's not under any illusions that the feeling ran both ways.

He learned early that it wasn't even possible--learned before he'd even fully slipped into loving Cas himself. Learned before he ever could have known how important it would be to him. Anna had told him, point blank, and he'd seen the difference in her. Human, feeling; angel, cold. And sure, Cas has come a long way -- had come along way by the end. He feels. Dean knows he feels, and feels for him, in particular. But his capacity for it is limited, and it's never been clearer than in his ability to leave Dean behind at a moment's notice. He's detached. Was detached.

So he can't force Cas to be a part of him. Would never forgive himself.

When he had eventually started falling, he'd hoped the knowledge that nothing could ever come of it would help keep him from toppling headfirst into something deeper than a fleeting infatuation. He hadn't been so lucky.

And now here he is, staring down a can labeled Cafe Bustelo Medium Roast and thinking the kind of thoughts that make his stomach turn in endlessly cycling fits of longing and revulsion, all because he fell in love.

It's half past five in the morning when he decides he can't keep the ashes in the bunker. Can't have the sick temptation. Less because he thinks he's actually going to do it, and more because he knows he won't be able to stop thinking about it whenever he sees the tin. So he scoops up the tin, and creeps down to the garage to the Impala, and drives west on US-36. 

Keeps driving until the rising sun starts turning the sky in his rearview a pale shade of pink, and he sees a few lonely lightning bugs blinking in and out of view on an quiet roadside near Phillipsburg.

He's pulled over before he's consciously decided to do so.

It's a pretty spot, is his first thought. Tall grass and scattered wildflowers spanning the open meadow which slopes down to a stream. A rusted old windmill stands vigil over the scene, slowly spinning in the gentle breeze.

Cas would like it here, is his second thought. Would gaze up at the windmill and make some observation about the ingenuity of human invention, and crouch down to watch the fireflies as they gently sink back into the grass at the arrival of the sun. 

The image is so clear in Dean's mind that he forgets, just for a second, that Cas is gone. Or-- he doesn't forget, exactly. He just isn't thinking about it so directly. Is so focused on the visual of Cas in the tall grass beside him, on the memory of his voice and the way his long fingers would look dipping between blade of grass that when he looks back down at his hands, at the coffee can he's holding with white-knuckled grip, the reminder of why he's here is harsh enough to leave him winded.

"I woulda brought you here," he says once he's caught his breath, like Cas can hear him, but it's a lie. They rarely had downtime, and whenever they did Cas almost always took off. Dean was lucky to get him to stick around long enough to watch a movie, most of the time. But he'd have wanted to bring him here. That much is true. He would have wanted to.

"I hope--" he starts, then stops, drawing his lip between his teeth and looking first to the sky, then to the ground, then just closing his eyes. Taking several deep breaths. "Man... Cas. Cas, I hope you're--"

Okay. Safe. Alright. Fuck, but all the words he has equate to alive, and with me, and whole, and underneath them all an unwavering current of coming home soon. Anything else feels like another lie. His throat clicks on a swallow.

"I hope you're happy," he says finally, and pries the can open. Stares down at the small cloud of ash that rises with it. "I'm gonna miss you for fucking ever, but wherever you are... I really hope you're happy."

With the windmill at his back, and the field of flowers spread out before him, he lets Cas' ashes run through his fingers as he gives him over to the earth, and he doesn't notice the texture at all. He's too busy thinking about how Cas' hand felt in his the last time he'd helped him to stand. How heavy he'd been, then. How light he is now.

It's not until he's preparing to return to his car, wrung out and cracked open and raw as an exposed nerve, that he notices the thin cut on his ring finger. He must have nicked it on the coffee can, or the fence, or the dry grass, and it doesn't hurt, but-- his blood is swelling from it in a bright red drop, and his hands are dusty with ash. His heart lurches at the sight of Cas' ash and his own blood mingling.

He raises his finger to his mouth.

Cas is holy on his tongue.

[also on ao3]

[elizabeth-mitchells]

the things i do for this woman... elizabeth mitchell should pay me at this point

[thawthebeez]

does anyone else ever think about adam and kaoru's relationship and just

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

i’m gonna end it all

[headrant]

𝓗𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒

𝐼 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑇𝑜 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝐴 𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡

┊✧ 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 && 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙼𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚡𝚡

𝓢𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝓣𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝓕𝐎𝐑 𝓤𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

[yumenotambourin]

galacta canonically uses he/it btw

[bee-a-ts]

this is such a niche, usa-based rant but I work at a credit union and I keep encountering people who have taken out a loan, have issues with what they purchased with that loan (in my case, usually solar panels), then decide they will not be paying the loan back because the product they purchased doesn't work. and it's like

I get it!! capitalism is hell and our financial landscape is broken!!! unfortunately you borrowing money from the bank has nothing to do with what you purchased not working and that does suck but you still have to pay your loan!!

i'm talking to these people who are six months past due not because they can't pay but bc they're mad at the solar company and i'm trying to explain if they don't make payments, the loan will have to be charged off and sent to collections and legal action will be taken at that time and they're like fine! take me to court! my product doesn't work! and I am on my knees begging to work with them because I know they have no legal standing and they are about to be ~very unhappy~ when they lose that court case because borrowing money has nothing to do with how you spent that money!!!!!