#It was still a nice challenge though

[klbzplb]

i dont really like this one but. it happened and i dont know what else to do (acrylic on canvas)

(character from ddvau by the amazing phenomenal incredible @xmaruu11 and @kitsuneisi )

[canisalbus]

I really love seeing your dogs and sometimes I think about how amazing your art style would be in animation ♥ Not that this is intended to ask or prod you to do so, just that I can imagine your lovely dogs in motion and theyre such amazing characters I could see them in a movie format. Thank you for sharing them with us ♥

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[icewindandboringhorror]

I thought that these inner sections of a pomelo peel thing kind of looked like flower petals with their coloring, so I left them out to dry for a few days, and then glued some of them together to make little "flowers" to hang in my window.

[ohitslen]

Eh idk man just mulling over the thought that it’s super awesome to think of Vash as this little silly guy who is always so fucking pissed at Wolfwood ;or just people generally but I’m using Wolfwood for this one because it’s funny to me personally.

Wolfwood is the most vocal of the two in that regard, about being pissed off at Vash a lot of the time, nobody wonders about it. But think about this, one day Wolfwood says something or does something (not about killing) that Vash so heavily disagrees with and he looks so done.

Not done as in augh this conversation again, but pissed as in repressed anger, as in you should be thankful I don’t vouch for violence as my first option.

And it feels so oppressing, Wolfwood genuinely wonders if someone is out there wanting to kill them, but it’s just Vash doing a poor attempt of regulating his emotions while looking at WWs back with immense murderous intent

[gideonisms]

almost nothing is worth losing sleep over, I decided this after being 22. academic failure is better than losing a single night's sleep over something so silly. but at the same time, this proposal was due a, week and a half ago,

[welcometoteyvat]

too little gfx in the tags lately this is so unfortunate

[mariemariemaria]

I've spent much of the past week feeling sad, angry, powerless, useless. I wondered how people could justify the treatment of Palestinians, but of course it makes sense for coloniser and settler colonial countries to support one another. You can't criticise the actions of one settler colony because then you're effectively also questioning the history and legitimacy of your own state.

[gu6chan]

nostalgia got so bad im attempting drakengard 2 caim battle again

[fissions-chips]

Think I’m gonna set myself a word limit for writing this month, instead of a set number of works. I’d like to improve on writing short-form stuff (especially angst and whump cause it’s fun) but between assignments, applications and the urge to draw I don’t want to burn out…

[simple-and-cozy-life]

I went to adoration last night for part of Holy Thursday and spent two hours praying conversing with God.

I originally was just going to stay an hour, but I really had a lot weighing on me.

I really desire marry my boyfriend but we're both in wacky places in our careers and it doesn't seem feasible to get married yet. I really yearn to be his wife and he my husband. We could have so much joy through that. I've literally dreamt of it and we're so perfect for each other. I cannot wait to support each other and welcome little ones. I want to nurture and provide for all of them and have a wonderful little family.

I am also leaving to study violin/viola performance at a university in another state 3 hours away. I really am not sure if I made the right decision but I'm committed now. It's something I very much want to do and to become better at my craft so I can teach better and get better gigs.

It weighs a lot on me because I'll be two extra hours away from my boyfriend and I really like my students at my current job. I spent a lot of time in prayer about them because some of them worry me. I also don't have all the moving details ironed out yet, which stresses me out.

Much of the conclusion I came to is the things I want will happen, just not yet. I just need to make it through these next two years and everything will be fine. It might not exactly look like what I envision, but there are lessons I need to learn at grad school beyond the coursework itself.

Grad school will be challenging. Being away will be challenging. Starting somewhere new will be challenging. Finances will be challenging.

But I'm not going into this alone, even if I'm the only one moving there.

I will need to trust that He will lead me, and I will follow.

For we walk by faith, not by sight. Yet we are courageous, and we would rather leave the body and go home to the Lord. Therefore, we aspire to please him, whether we are at home or away. - 2 Corinthians 5:7-9

Dare to declare who you are. It is not far from the shores of silence to the boundaries of speech. The path is not long, but the way is deep. You must not only walk there, you must be prepared to leap. -St. Hildegard of Bingen

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Where've I been all day? Finishing stuff.

And also getting the word count for The Storyteller Teller and The Mimic instead of reading Tiger Rock lmao

I can't seem to just get a direct word count I literally have to copy and paste this things into a document, then fix the spacing issues manually so I can get the word count. So yeah spent longer than I thought I was going to on that lmao laptop died before I could get past the first break on the Mimic so I only got the one.

If you're curious: The Storyteller is 16570 words long.

From what I could see, The Mimic is probably around the 18000 mark? Not sure though cause ya know... Not done spacing ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

"It's like the actively want the bakers to fail."

Oh no. Are they giving it an ol' Food Network competition try, then?

ngl i have no idea what the food network does xhsndnskwkx but if they set ridiculous challenges that dont fit the brief of the show whilst not giving them enough time to complete the challenges and then criticise them for not leaping over the double decker bus they used instead of a hurdle then yeah, thats what they do

[bakerysnake]

i used to be uncomfortable with marriage jokes because i was uncomfortable with marriage as a thing in general and one friend was like, IT'S JUST A JOKE GET OVER IT, when i'd bring it up

[dcggone]

i think ill taking an office position at this philosophy club i joined at school. i say that knowing the workload ive already taken on is daunting and a wee bit scary

[pidgecv]

[fdragon-art]

Day ??? - Monkey Hear, Monkey Do (concept)

Karen M. was sitting by the bookshelf, sitting in her beloved sofa as she read through the Cycle of Chronos series' 8th book. The development of her favourite character, Serace Derave, had always intrigued her, but seeing him lead the men that had once been part of the Twin Rivers' town made her reminisce about the simple life he had lost in the past books, and made her sigh about her own simpler times.

"Muuuuuum! Look, look look! Mum, look at meeee!"

Her reminiscence was interrupted by seeing her son, Damian, rush past her and stop straight in front of her. He usually only stopped in front of her when he had something he desperately wanted to talk to her about.

"Okay, Damian, " she started, "what is it you wanna talk about--"

She stopped dead. Slowly dropping her book, she saw something that had her scared for what could happen next. Damian was always a precocious child, getting into trouble when she really wished he wouldn't. She'd been with her husband for 9 years, and his own impulsive behaviours had her scrambling at times. This was hardly new to her. But even so...

"I have hearing aids, just likes Miles!!" Her 6 year old kid looked at her with a grin that makes you wonder how that mouth stays on his face. His eyes were as wide with glee as you had ever seen them - it almost made her want to look at them with love - and his body expressed itself with the most excitement she'd seen in any of her children

But all of it drained away as she saw the sides of his head: His ears were completely filled with orange play-dough.

"Damian!" She cried after him, but it was too late. Not just because he'd run off after showing her his make-shift "hearing aids", but because she wasn't sure he could even hear her through the flour-based morphable mixture.

Running past the bookshelves, she could only rush after him. It didn't take long to catch him, but damn if it didn't feel like the tensest 6 seconds of her life. Why would he do this?

...it wasn't a serious question. She'd questioned her own husband's impulses from time to time, but in the end, it wasn't for her to question. It may not be something she'll understand, but it is something she knows is only ever out of love for whatever he may be into at the time.

Considering how often he'd been over, she knew quickly it had been Damian's friend, Miles, who he had been obsessing over. Even in her own 19 years, she'd still never met anyone else who's been deaf.

She had wondered from time to time how that would even feel.

What could he hear? How did hearing through hearing aids differ from hearing through normal human hearing? How did his ears feel from wearing hearing aids for more than 8 hours a day (presuming he even wore them the whole day)?

Not that it mattered. Her son had play-dough that was who-knows-how deep in his ears. She had hoped it was only a shallow amount, but considering who Damian was, she doubted he was half-assed in his attempt.

Sure enough, after taking out the external pieces of play-dough, there were still pieces of play-dough stuck in his ears. How far did they even go in there?

"Damian, I'm sure you know what you did wrong here," she began, ignorant of the fact for just a moment that his ears were stuffed with an unhealthy version of earplugs.

"Nngh, leggo! I just wanna...I just wanna..." Damian began to tear up, his hands holding close to his ears. She moved to hold him closer, even as he shifted fingers to dig further into his ears. Poor kid, she thought, as she continued to hold him close. He probably just wants to be like his friend.

Holding him close, she kept her arms around Damian as he continued to cry. "It's okay, little D," she started. Damian didn't budge, only now starting to let go. "my... -hic- my ears hurt..."

She can't help but bring him closer. His ears must hurt, with the play-dough inside of them. Hopefully, there's nothing wrong with them when it gets taken out.

"It's okay, Damian. We can get the play-dough out--" She must've been loud enough for him to hear, as the moment that last sentence came out, he struggled fiercely in her arms. "No! No! Nooooo! I don't wanna!!"

The tears came out more profusely than before. Damn, he must really want this...or at least, he wants what he thinks he does. "It's okay, Damian! I won't take them out!" She started to reassure him before bringing her lips closer to his ears and repeating what she'd said, to ensure he could hear her through the play-dough.

"...but, we have to see a doctor, to make sure your ears are okay!" She was a sucker for making sure her children are happy. Even though she knew that Damian wanted to have hearing aids of his own, play-dough in his ears could not be healthy for him. She felt bad; how do you tell your child they can't have something because they don't need it? He wanted it, sure, but it's not something you could give them. His hearing was fine - at least, as far as she was aware; perhaps it may be worth checking at some point - but not even his selective hearing can be fixed by hearing aids.

...it's so hard, being a parent sometimes.