#I’m doing. great.

[novelconcepts]

A guide to being unemployed in a broken world:

Get up! Caffeinate, eat something, feed your pets, listen to an audiobook! If weather-appropriate, hang outside for a bit!

Move around! Do laundry, run the vacuum, empty the dishwasher, etc! Pull some weeds! Mow the lawn! Bask in the temporary relief of productivity!

Get tired! Lay down, tell yourself you won’t fall asleep! Wake up two hours later! Force yourself to eat again despite having zero interest! Read a book or watch some YouTube while the hours slowly drain to nothing beyond your control!

Make art! Stare blankly at that drawing you never seem to finish! Write a few paragraphs, delete a few more! Wonder blithely if you’re ever going to do anything of purpose with your life! Wonder if literally any of this matters in the least!

Remember you still aren’t employed! Spiral down the existential rabbit hole, never once forgetting we live inside a degrading capitalist structure rife with fascism and genocide! Get trapped in the ever-expanding horror-depression that is being one small cockroach in a hellscape that seems only to be getting worse all the while!

Try to talk to your spouse! Fail miserably to clarify your feelings beyond the helpless nihilist cage in which you’ve locked yourself! Find yourself wondering what purpose there is in moving forward until you’re vaguely suicidal and on the verge of a mental breakdown!

Go for a two to three mile run! Take a shower! Force yourself to eat yet again (because good Christ apparently that is never-ending)! Pet your animals! Kiss your spouse! Go to bed the absolute first second you can get away with it and try to forget reality for the next 8-10 hours! Hope your dreams aren’t too weird!

Repeat!

[cowardlykrow]

Stop light shenanigans

Extra:

[carlisle06art]

Vi paint study

[somerandomdudelmao]

Hope you're doing great ~ 🧡 *runs away*

[jellinuy]

trapezing the line between a good nap and staying awake, laid atop your boyfriend's chest, curled up in his t-shirt with droopy eyes — that was your picture-perfect setting. it's late afternoon, the blue of the sky bleeding into pink and orange giving the living room that oddly-nostalgic ‘early evening’ glow. satoru, pretty ocean eyes focused on the top of your head and the visibility of drool through your slightly-parted lips, rambles on about something — or maybe it's nothing; he loves to hear himself talk. your body is too lead-heavy to care, anyway.

“…’nd you're so pretty," he murmurs against your hair, voice fuzzy, soft kisses punctuating just how much his sweet nothings really meant something. “i don't mean jus’… pretty, i mean like out-of-this-world, baby.” another kiss. “every star in the world could come out all at once” — another kiss — “and none'd be half as gorgeous, 'm so serious.”

he'd only really soften like this when you were asleep and he was sure you couldn't hear him.

“how’d a bastard like me end up with an angel like you, huh?”

satoru would tell you all the things he normally couldn't say when you were conscious — at least, not without hiding it behind some stupid joke or unserious comment or goofy smile.

“i’m so shitty at playin’ it cool,” he chuckled, fingers slipping under your back, tracing his love for you into the skin curled around your spine. “i dunno how you haven’t caught on yet, pretty girl. i’m a fuckin’ mess when it comes to you.”

these were things he could say raw and unfiltered and without having to worry about defacing them with humor and brushing it under the rug. it was easier to tell you while you were asleep. you couldn’t proved he’d ever waxed poetic to you, because, 1.) nobody would ever believe you, and 2.) he’d just blame it on your grogginess and never bring it up again.

you stir at the familiar tingles that shoot up your vertebrae, lashes still resting against the sun-coated apples of your cheeks when you hum, “mm?” so sweetly, because you thought you’d heard him say something. satoru’s body melts into a puddle: “nothin’, baby.” lithe, gentle fingers swirl from your spine, back over your shirt, and across your scalp to lull you back into your nap, hoping you couldn't hear the bass drum that had replaced his heart when you'd woken up.

he kissed your head. drank you in in a way he could never even verbalize if he tried. “nothing,” he repeated. another kiss. “go back to sleep.”

[withdenim]

Local man desperately trying to stop the cycle before it gets to his kids (it’s already there)

[strangefa11]

my favourite part about making new people listen to tma is watching them go through the inevitable transition from “man this jon guy is kind of a dickhead I don’t like him very much” to “I would die for jonathan sims”

[greykolla-art]

I’m getting really excited for the Digital Circus! 😁💗💗💗

I’m such a sucker for their weirdcore vibes, it’s my FAVOURITE aesthetic!

[goodluckbab]

ekko believing in powder’s intelligence and capability so much he ignored every instinct telling him to run away and went to her for help. he BELIEVED in her across all timelines. he knew he couldn’t ever have this kind of relationship with his own powder so he allowed himself one night to be happy with this one, borrowing shoes made for someone else.

[madbard]

“I hate that I fell in love with you.”

But she didn’t. She found him lying on the beach, and he was real, and he was there, and she wasn’t alone anymore, and she responded with such desperation and carelessness that she hurt him and drove him away.

She’d been alone so long that she mistook the relief of not being alone for love. She felt connection for a moment - and through her own actions, she messed it up.

(Even if she hadn’t, he still would have left her. She still would have ended up alone.)

“Why in the world won’t you love me too?”

Because you can’t control who does or doesn’t love you - but how would Calypso know that? She doesn’t know what love is. Chances are, no one will ever love her again.

[were-wolverine]

things in DC canon i’ll literally never get over

1. dick finds out batman replaced him as robin (without asking him) from the NEWSPAPER and simultaneously finds out bruce adopted a new kid without telling him (to make things worse: bruce didn’t even adopt dick)

2. dick finds out jason died from the newspaper (AGAIN? REALLY BRUCE?) and bruce had the fucking funeral WITHOUT HIM while he was still in space

[sentientsky]

on preemptive grief. on bracing for impact. on looking towards the horizon line and flinching

Rayne Fisher-Quann, “home for the holidays: an essay (sort of) about grief (sort of)” // me // David Levithan // The Crane Wives, “Black Hole Fantasy” // me (again)

[windwenn]

The transgenderification beam is back baby

[durge-marzio]

Ohhh, I'm rereading Mystra's entry in the Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide... and this detail:

This means Gale was punished for trying to restore and preserve what he thought was a lost piece of Mystra's magic. Gale being Mystra's ex-lover put aside. He as her follower, she his goddess, was punished for attempting to do the one foundational rule of her faith.

I'm seething and so sad at the same time.

Edit: I used the word punish loosely, as in, toxic/abusive people will take any small mistake or action and twist it into something they can take advantage of. This post was also largely from the stand point of a toxic deity rather than a toxic partner, but both takes are valid here. Especially with the, “you didn’t stay compliant so now I’m giving you the silent treatment” part of it—from a god and a partner perspective.

[chloesimaginationthings]

OMG SCOOPED MICHAEL AHHHHH I LOVE HIM SM IM SO HAPPY YOUR FINALLY DRAWING THE LIL GUY

THE GUY EVER is finally here!!

[shorthaltsjester]

watching the sdcc panel and i am just very :) about how sweet their answers to “what are some of the micro moments from the game that have stuck with you the most over the years?” are. taliesin saying what the fuck is up with that which was the first like The Party Gets To Know Each Other moments of c3. travis saying asking his wife if he could kiss her in campaign. marisha going way back to the cannonball competition in campaign one. ashley choosing the beauyasha date but also just the silly goat noise matt made. liam adding onto that to compliment matt roleplaying grass so well and then saying his favourite moment was writing a story for laura and reading it to her as caleb for jester. and then matt saying that was his answer, and that his favourite moments of the game are when they find ways to give gifts to each other whether tangible or not. and sam saying his favourite moments have less to do with the story and is more so when he can just. see his friends across the table from him. when marisha perches and when laura and ashley are (badly) drawing dicks and liam saying he loves when sam sneezes and ashley tells him to stop it and just. yeah. they Are an extremely popular online powerhouse, but i’m so happy that they’re also friends building a world together out of gifts to and love for one another.

like i Am so enamoured with the characters and the world of exandria but the moments when you can feel the love that those people have for each other reach out from behind the stained glass of their performances (to steal a metaphor from brennan lee mulligan) are so extremely special and i am endlessly grateful that they decided to share their silly little home game with the world.