#2018 essentials

[zegalba]

Tereza Zelenkova: 'The Essential Solitude' (2018)

[iaminjail]

*insert 0R30 song here*

fun fact: this is less of a fanart and more of a redraw since i didnt use alice as a reference, only my old art that i initially draw from memory soooooo yeah. looking much more plain than usual LMAO anyways TW: old shitty art under the read more

[ghostcrows]

i spent my whole adolescence on this website and the posts werent even good. thats the part thats so fucked up is that the posts were not even good

[jackfrostimposter]

genuinely why is there so much misinformation about the guardians of childhood book series?

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

😏😏😏

[scapegoatstrawberry]

[greaseonmymouth]

having the sudden realisation at 00.01 that the longest fics I’ve written these past years have all had asexuality as a core part of the fic

[datshitrandom]

Darren Criss + Facebook Profile Picture 📸

[bobbie-robron]

Because as far as I’m concerned… Lachlan is suspect number one.

03-Sep-2018

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

noqu: announce your project!

me, running in circles and screaming: IT'S TOO EARLY FOR THIS

[akkivee]

To be totally honest, I just want ARB writers to be in charge of the new rhyme anima season. I want 23 self-contained episodes that always end with an excuse like “it was all a dream”. I want chaotic situations and absurd characters’ interactions. I’m not ready to see Jyushi’s backstory or B.A.T.’s 2nd drb loss animated so this is the only alternative I can accept.

i think rhyme anima but arb flavoured is a very good vibe to want lol you get great characterisations while still getting the zaniest writing that doesn’t take itself too seriously!!!! which is what i think kr wanted from rhyme anima in the first place lol

backstories are interesting to bring up!!!!! since season one didn’t follow canon at all until the drbs, i honestly expect nagosaka to just be there no explanation lol we have them so cherish them kinda vibe lmao but i could see them alluding to jyushi’s trauma with quick flashback pngs that are kinda obscured, similar to how they depicted the smic fallout. it depends on if they want to be more canon compliant or continue winging it based on whatever crumbs kr fed the team lmao

[animentality]

is there a place besides kindle that I could read your book?

unfortunately if you want to get it while it's free, no, but you can always buy the physical copy from Amazon.

At the moment, though, Amazon has a policy which doesn't allow the book to be free at all if it's available on any other site, so I don't have the option to share it via other sites.

Now sometime in the future, I would like to unenroll it from Amazon, and just publish it for free in other places, even say, somewhere like AO3, but it's not feasible any time soon.

Sorry, but thank you for your interest!

[got-eggs]

I need all versions of Minecraft

[fieldsobrietypractice]

I had to run for the bus this morning and in the first hour of my shift I had a passing thought of "wow, I feel so much better when I get some cardio in the morning" and oh god I guess I'm an exercise in the morning creature now.

[starlightomatic]

Did you recently change your icon recently? Or your username? I have a mutual with the same icon and i thought you were him

Your mutual and I fill an important role in the “likes nice Jewish boys in tzitzis who close their eyes during niggun circles, nice Jewish girls in wrap skirts and nose piercings who sway when they daven, and nice Jewish enbies with jaunty shaved-sides-curly-hair haircuts who make garlic-themed art prints” economy

[shadowglens]

would like to see the christmas fic 😌🎄

wip title meme

They stumble from the train carriage a few hours later into the pouring rain.

Lilah rushes for the stairs, Alistair hot on her heels and cursing into the soaked darkness. The few lights at the station reflect in the quickly forming puddles in the concrete, their reflections distorted figures of orange and yellow.

A shadow appears at the bottom of the stairs. His blonde hair is plastered to his scalp, shirt ruined, but he is smiling, and Lilah can’t help but do the same.

“Sister,” he shouts, arms hurrying her and Alistair closer until all three of them are huddled under the overhand that leads out into the carpark. Lilah crushed Fenarel against her chest; she feels his hands running back and forward against the dark fabric of her singlet. “It’s so good to see you.”

“Sorry for not bringing the weather with us,” Alistair grumbles, but he’s smiling too.

That draws a laugh out of Fenarel, barely audible over the growing downpour. Lilah’s chest beams at the sight, at the two of them, at their warmth around her.

Eventually they make it to the car, huddled against each other like drowned rats, and Fenarel takes the trip twice as slow as usual with the rain and the never-ending conversation, and Alistair is all-but doubled over in the excuse of a back seat with their bags stuffed in his lap, and Lilah smiles out the window at the familiar roads and houses and smell of the ocean that hangs heavy in the storm-muddled night air. A bolt of lightning cracks in the distance, the horizon illuminated in blinding white light, and she feels herself breathe at the whirlwind familiarity of it all.