#I'm feeling absolutely miserable

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

😭 i will never learn

[as-you-think]

Hi there! It's been a minute since I've posted a selfie 💖

[serpentface]

Don't get too attached

[ratwithhands]

Short comic featuring Vivianite and a friends OC (Zultanite)

Zultanite lost their legs in a battle with the Lunarians, and had to get them replaced. While waiting in the medical hall for Rutile to return with materials, another gem came in to wait. Vivianite often comes into the med hall to be repaired due to his low hardness and general clumsy movement, and so this was how he met Zultanite.

I don't have too many other details because we didn't really discuss lore while I was working on this, but Zulta does get a front row seat for Vivianite's repair. Vivian is able to move his inclusions around within his body, so in situations where he's getting repaired but his head is mostly intact, he just has it sat off to the side so he can watch the repair and talk to Rutile. This is not something Zulta was aware of because Vivianite is basically never seen by anybody outside of a small group. So imagine the shock when Viv just snaps his head off, sits it on the table, and lies down to be repaired. Anyways that was probably the worst way any of the gems met Vivianite, but at least he was trying to be nice and help distract Zulta from the whole missing legs thing.

Btw friend is @pencil_kase on instagram, you can find them here:

they are very cool!!!

anyways see you later, hope you like the art and I might be back soon.

[ro-bee]

I want to draw more soft heart warming stuff but oh... Oh I need to find poses oh... And not some poses that I already used because it feels redundant

[arolotl-queen]

My shitty tv show idea is a show that has EVERY SINGLE shakespeare play happening in a high school setting. Picture the maddness.

I'm thinking things like Romeo is a popular boy and Juliet is a nerdy band kid who plays dnd on the weekends. they start dating but secretly because they would be kicked our of their friend groups if anyone knew.

Macbeth got told by three weird kids that if something happened to the guy everyone was going to vote for in the school captain election then everyone would vote for Macbeth.

I would say more but i haven't really thought about any of the other plays and also haven't read a single shakespeare play other than romeo and juliet and macbeth. im so sorry. feel free to add on tho

[good-to-drive]

Advice from E.B White (yes, the author of Charlotte's Web) to a 17-year-old Conan O'Brien. Conan realized just as he was sharing the anecdote that he hadn't taken the advice....

[sheathnknife]

the vampire diaries 8.16 // louise gluck, crossroads

“and damon, like the voiceover tell us, he was worried he would never see stefan again. it was just elena assuring him that there would be peace. that we’ve dealt with this other side of darkness for several seasons, but there’s also light out there and there’s peace, and damon will find it. if you search for it, you will find it. and we wanted to get that last moment to see that [...] damon found it too, and it looked just like his brother.” — kevin williamson

[pigeonclaw]

the amount of times I have potentially controversial opinions that I type up and then save in my drafts forever because I still feel them but am too shy and afraid to choose violence in any way

[robbiefischer]

Hiiiiiii I have a prompt for you but also I have zero chill and love your OCs so much so I may be sending multiple prompts, but FOR NOW, from that holiday prompts list, 🔥 🦠🌲 for Julian and Niko? Maybe with my boy Niko as the one not feeling good?

It feels only fitting that I christen my blog with Niko and Julian, my not-even-a-little-bit-secret-faves. This is such a cute prompt, thank you and I hope you like this!

Niko & Julian

Holiday fluff prompts

Cuddling by the fire, sniffles & holiday movies

Julian watches Niko from the bed as his husband shuffles slowly through their bedroom. He's standing at the foot, just out of the shower dressed in joggers and a black t-shirt, rubbing a towel over his hair. He looks tired, his eyes heavy-lidded and shot slightly pink, irritated like he'd spent his whole shower rubbing the sleep and cold-ish irritation out of them. Niko's been extra busy at work for weeks, between preparing for an artist lecture series, a handful of pop-up exhibits, children's-night-at-the-museum and last night's opening of a much-talked-about traveling exhibition of a previously private collection. It's been exhausting, and the last few days of looking tired and rundown seem to have caught up with him.

"Do you even need to go in today? I thought last night's opening was your last big thing for a while... maybe let Archer handle things for you, he needs the experience." Julian keeps his tone light, casual, as he takes the towel from Niko and tosses it in the hamper. If he pushes too hard he knows Niko will likely drag himself into work out of sheer bloodymindedness.

It's so slight he might have missed it if he weren't watching his husband so closely, but the tension in Niko's body - stretched tightly from shoulder to shoulder - melts away at the suggestion. Julian busies himself making the bed; He smoothes the sheets back and fluffs up the pillows, giving Niko time to mull it over.

He's straightening the duvet, half-convinced Niko's gone back to getting dressed for work. But then Niko's at his side, perched on the edge of their bed. Julian slides an arm around around his shoulder and squeezes it gently.

"How are you feeling, sweet pea?" Julian asks. He runs a hand through Niko's shower-damp hair, and pulls him closer when Niko slouches against his chest into the touch.

"I'm dying," Niko coughs, sniffling a few times behind his wrist as he lets himself fall back in bed onto the pillows Julian's just rearranged then rubs at his eyes. "Call the attorney, I need to update my will."

"That bad?" Julian teases, not bothering to keep the slightest hint of a smile from his face. He knows Niko can't be feeling too rough if he has the energy to be dramatic about it all. Bad enough to want extra sympathy and fussing, maybe a touch more honey than usual in his tea, and to complain at Julian but not miserable. "Poor thing, you sound stuffy. Headache?"

"Scatter my ashes in the gentle waves of the Aegean," Niko mumbles through the pillow he's pressed his face into. Julian thinks he sees his head bob into a nod. "You get all of my stuff."

Julian rolls his eyes but a smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. He doesn't point out that of course he does, they're married. Instead, he rubs Niko's back, then presses a kiss into his hair. "Of course, love. Would you like some tea while we await the inevitable?"

"Ooooh, tea?" Niko peeks one eye out from his pillow and rubs at his nose. "Tea does sound nice, I could stick around for tea."

* * *

It's a few hours later and Julian's pulling a tray of cinnamon rolls out of the oven when Niko shuffles into the kitchen, all sleep-warm and rumpled in one of Julian's sweaters, fingertips just barely peeking out from below the cuffs. Niko pads over to his side, sets his now empty mug on the countertop as he slips an arm around Julian's waist and presses his head against Julian's shoulder. A few strands of his dark hair are hanging down in front of his face and Julian strokes his fingers through them, pushes them back behind his ear then rests the side of his hand against Niko's brow. Warm, but barely. It's a relief, and when Julian speaks he knows his voice is utterly, impossibly fond.

"Did you get back to sleep, Izzy?" Julian asks. He hums a small sound of approval as Niko nods against him, tsks as he clears his throat roughly. "I'll make you some more tea for your throat, these need to cool for a bit. You want to go get comfy on the couch?"

"You made me cinnamon rolls?" Niko asks in a small voice, more congested than he'd sounded before his nap.

"I always make you cinnamon rolls," Julian says. He knows they're Niko's favorite, tempting even when nothing else sounds good. And it's a good distraction for him, all the mixing and kneading, instead of worrying about his husband.

"I know but... s'nice," Niko yawns, and his dark eyes go big and soft when he looks up at Julian after. "And you made a fire. In the living room. You know I love that."

"We have gas, Nik. I flipped a switch," Julian says, feeling his face flush a little. It doesn't feel like enough, not for his Niko. "It's not a big deal."

"Will you just let me appreciate you, please? God..." Niko says, sounding exasperated but oh so affectionate. His voice goes rough and cuts out in the middle, only to come back after a few hoarse coughs.

"Go lie down, sweet pea. I set up the Hallmark Channel for you. I'll be right there," Julian says, a little firmer this time. He'd set a bag of cough drops on the coffee table, next to a fresh bottle of water and Niko sounds like he needs both right now.

Niko's eyes brighten then, "oooooh that sounds ... w-wait. Shit." He turns his face away to muffle a congested, tired-sounding sneeze into his shoulder. He curses under his breath, and Julian waits as he pulls away to grab a tissue from the box on the kitchen island, sneezes again, and scrubs at his nose, sniffling a few times. He winces after, like the sneezes had kicked up the sore, swollen ache in his sinuses even more, and squeezes his eyes shut. Julian raises a thumb to brush away the shimmer of moisture beneath them then presses it to the bridge of Niko's nose, rubbing gentle circles as he murmurs a soft bless you. Niko nods and lets out a stuffy little sigh, then heads for the living room. Julian can hear him groan quietly as he lets himself fall onto the sofa.

The kettle chimes, water's poured into a mug for tea and Julian's just a minute behind him. Niko's already made himself comfortable and he shifts on the sofa towards the front of the cushions, patting the space behind him in invitation. Julian smiles as he sets down the mug of tea; Niko looks ready for another nap and he might just join him. He slides behind Niko, loops an arm around his waist and pulls him closer, other hand stroking lightly up and down his back.

"You set up my favorite movie!" Niko exclaims as he grabs for the remote on the coffee table.

Julian thinks back to all the times they've been in this exact same position; Niko's back pressed against his chest and his arms around his husband as he coughed and sniffled his way through a steaming mug of tea - "A Very Merry Magic" playing softly on the TV in the background. It's not that he likes it when Niko's not feeling well, but there's something about these quiet, warmly tender moments with his husband, when Niko's just so soft and affectionate, that he can't help but get lost in.

"Of course I did, sweet pea."

He presses a kiss to the back of Niko's neck, reaching down with the other hand to pull the blanket hanging over the sofa arm up and tuck it over both of them as the familiar notes of the opening credit music starts. Julian slides his eyes shut as Niko snuggles into him. He wouldn't miss these moments for anything.

[notetaeker]

Wow I was so unappreciative of my own accomplishments when I was in college. I'm trying to put together a portfolio and it turns out I wrote 5 whole news articles for the school paper ???

[a-s-levynn]

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[aeide-thea]

do you ever think abt like. how it takes you twice as much work to arrive at half as much personhood and by the time you've managed to scrape yrself together that far the ppl you were trying to join in with have moved on

[tasmanianstripes]

People need to practice minding their own damn business

Don't come into people's inboxes giving unsolicited advice or criticizing their personal stuff. Don't reblog somebody's posts saying how much you hate it and their opinions.

Don't like somebody's characterisation, AUs or the kind of art they post? It might even annoy you?

Okay, cool. Go make your own post. Block them. Be a little hater about it to your friends. It's good for your soul!

But don't be goddamn rude to people. Don't make it their problem.

"I don't like what this artist likes mah mah mah"

Here's a wild idea;

Artists...don't need to cater to you. You are not entitles to their work. Nobody on the internet should coddle you and post only stuff you like.

Shocker, I know.

[alltimefail-sims]

Getting online when T Sw**t does literally anything...

Every tag. Every fandom. Fanfic titles. Retconned characters (this character is a sw***ie, this character is this song coded, this ship is so that song coded and so on). Fan Edits out the ass. Audio clips, lyric quotes, hot takes on Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/YouTube/TikTok. A cruel, unending slew of exposure you did not ask for lmfao

[landwriter]

last ten fics meme!

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have fewer than ten, post what you have. 

Thank you for tagging me, @softest-punk! <3 Reminded once more I have yet to post ten fics on AO3 or write a first line that isn't in truth a first paragraph (or at least a First Two Lines). Nearly all of these are meant to be in a huddle of other short sentences and it's funny seeing them on their lonesome!

The Death of Translation Hob Gadling loves the way living language changes.

Just Like Love It’s just like love, but it's not.

Flower King Once upon a time, there was a boy born in the summer, whose destiny was winter.

Emissary of the Night It was not, actually, love at first sight.

Oaths Hob tipped his face up to the sun and shut his eyes.

Black Shore The sound of waves lapping against the shore makes it seem like they’re saying hush hush hush, but you are hearing it wrong.

Border Country There are two things that Dream does only once a century.

Saint Morpheus Hob stood alone inside a lovely limestone cathedral.

Unsent Letter It may surprise you to hear that many in my life think me unfeeling after my outburst tonight, but I am certain you will wish they were right by the end of this letter.

Tagging @teejaystumbles, @arialerendeair, @mandolinearts, and anyone who sees this and wants to do it! <3