#I have been mad busy this week

[intotheelliwoods]

Poptart to Poptart to Poptart to Poptart communication.

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[faaun]

ok let's catch up quickly

[callsthefaithful]

wip. every time i hide the hair layer i forget i thot it would be funny to draw him bald underneath. he's like gollum 2 me like this.

[afniel]

Maaaaaaaaaaaan, come on.

(the post has ended up in the tags btw. I am not changing this and I need you to understand that it is just me talking to myself semi-publicly)

[starsiide]

if an artist says their turnaround time is usually a week and that they should be done with your specific commission by the end of the week, then goes nearly three weeks without saying something, is it OK to ask them for an update on your commission? I'm a bit torn on whether I should wait a whole month

[dangerousfandangleton]

Shoutout lesbians! My hands are tired so no colours this time sorry :/

[cuntwrap--supreme]

My mom: *telling me how she's only done what's best for her kids*

Me: *reminds her of a time when she absolutely did the worst for us because it benefitted her more than not doing it would have*

My mom: You have such a creative memory! Wow! You're gaslighting me! This is abuse!

[basssiliskk]

I'm so tired of school ever since my PoTS became debilitating and I started using a cane and had to make my teachers & school nurse aware of my condition like half of my teachers talk to me like a wounded animal and it makes me sick to my stomach

please don't talk to disabled people like they're fragile or in their final days all the time. i know personally it makes me really uncomfortable bc i'm just a legal adult trying to get through the day like everyone else i don't need baby talked or looked at with sympathy. i know.

[partynthem]

i can't believe red rocks is over. what am i supposed to do w myself now

[kate-bishops-waifu]

Guess who didn't do things she said she would.

[gorbo-longstocking]

sorry to keep posting about my job but [farnsworth voice] great news everyone! im working significantly less hours next week (or according to the schedule i looked at five seconds ago its not up in the app yet) so ill be back on the writing grindset. my preferred grindset.

[darkhopping]

good fucking god i hatd being immigrant student

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[someotherdog]

okay i've stretched my bedtime to the absolute limit and i've got to go to bed. i still have a good handful of drafts to do, so if you're waiting for a reply from me it is in there i promise!! i'm gonna try to sneak on tomorrow after work but if not, i will be back next sunday. i still have a lot of packing to do and honestly i'm just not ready to say goodbye to my brother, plus i'm getting my tires rotated tomorrow and i need an oil change before we leave so i'm a busy gal! i'll be around in the dms and dis/cord sporadically tho if anyone wants to plot or chat :) take a look at my starters maybe perhaps

[elegyofthemoon]

In the cool, plush core of the moon sleeps a mouse as we speak, dreaming of a world lush and green, then golden and undulating, then chopping and churning, a world of many surfaces with skies of many moods.

When it awakes, it will poke its tiny head out of a crater and bask in your glow as it does every morning. Here, all is still and silent. On that sparkling planet in the deep black distance, the sun seems capricious. But the mouse lives in the abyss of the body and therefore with a unique perspective on its essence. The mouse sees what other life does not see.

One needn't worry about unbecoming for the sake of containing a sun. Clouds may blanket the atmosphere of a planet, but still there burns a sun. The spots on the sun's surface may grow and shrink and shift, but still there it burns. And if one decides to cool it down like a waning flame or expand it in a cataclysmic supernova, still there it burns, and one has the right to revoke the state of their existence and become new.

Because perhaps the truth is you are not the sun--not alone--but it is rather a part of you. Your body is the solar system, each planet a world within the body, and each knows this glow in different ways. Some are nurtured by its warmth, others by its distance. Regardless of the sun's changes, they stay the course encircling it.

The universe cannot be held back, harnessed, fully comprehended. It pulls at the seams of solar systems as it pulls on its own seams. In that unstoppable shifting, we stumble. Sometimes it feels like our love and light slips from our fingers, shattering irrevocably in our falls. But what makes us cannot be seperated from us, even in times where our essence is obscured.

There is always another life to appreciate your life, no matter what happens. And in the least, there is always a little mouse in you that understands you in telescopic clarity and offers forgiveness for every change--no matter what, right into the end of time.

❤