#LIKE 12 HOURS SOMETIMES

[malenjoyer]

WE'RE SO BACK

[degenerateshinji]

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nonverbal lu guang the only trope ever

[xxrat-punkxx]

In light of uh... Recent trigun events on twitter, here's a tihylttw and trigun crossover

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I saw you were having a bad time so here’s grandpa Abel and baby Koden 🥺🧡 hope things look up for you!

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Smiles they’re SO CUTE

Look how squishy baby Koden’s cheeks are oh my gosh 😭

Abel’s faaaaace 😭😭😭

Gosh I wish I could scream more about this I’m just going to hold it and admire it thank you so much

[flamemons]

say cheese! wait what was that

cant anyone be normal for like, a second,

[potato-lord-but-not]

Hello, I have a question for you! How often do you draw daily/weekly and how long do your sketches, comics, and fully coloured pieces take? I see your work and sometimes I can’t even begin to fathom how fast you must be drawing … it takes me so long to draw one complete thing and then I basically have to take a break for a couple of days.

Also, I love your art by the way. You may or may not have single-handedly bumped Malevolent to the top of my watch (listen?) later list :)

I draw pretty much every day if I don’t have anything going on! finished pieces take anywhere from 4-6 hours I think? depends on the complexity, sometimes they take less but that’s if they’re small traditional ones or rough digital ones. sketches take anywhere from 5-10-20 depending on how complicated it is. and comics are harder to keep track of, especially the finished ones.

and my motivation to draw if very inconsistent, Friday I filled up 2 pages with doodles in my sketchbook, yesterday I drew a really tiny 3 panel comic, and today… uh well I finished coloring a drawing, did some coloring on an animation, sketched out 7 sticker designs, and filled up a page of doodles. and I’m still itching to draw more. I also had a huge ass coffee today but yk.

And also !!! do not feel bad for not being a fast artist !!! work at your own pace and don’t wear yourself out !! like I probably did today !! oops

[prince-liest]

Slowly but surely, I got some more writing today. I'm hoping that now that I'm getting used to the orientation schedule, I'll be able to finish at least another two chapters of Once Bitten in the next 2.5 weeks before orientation ends, because if not, then I probably won't be able to write during my EM-Peds rotation. I think ortho after that is "only" 50-60 hour weeks, so maybe then?

I dunno, it just feels really weird to know that I'm hitting that part of my training where inpatient rotations are going to be 72 hour weeks (12 hours a day, 6 days a week) and it's a genuinely relevant part of our orientation to be reminded that we have to let our attendings know if we're going to break the 80 hour workweek limits. We get lectures on wellness from admin people who have never worked more than a 40 hour week, and then the psych program director comes by and says, "Yeah, no, you guys are going to be unwell. You will get burned out, and when you meet all of the clinical criteria for depression and think that you need medication, here's my personal number. Call me with whatever you need, and I will also be able to tell you whether you're depressed or if it's residency," because that's the actual triage he can offer given that the problem with resident wellness isn't that we don't know how to take care of ourselves, it's that we're worked to the bone across the board.

Isn't it just wild that this is, like... considered normal?

Anyway, I know that I'll be able to handle it, I appreciate that the actual social culture of our program is full of nice people, and I'll get through it and it's temporary, etc, etc, but I just really want to finish Once Bitten before I get too tired to write for another extended period of time. I don't mind taking breaks from writing, but I like for my projects to be finished so they're not hanging out at the back of my mind. So that's my goal!

[hunnicute]

day ten of my period i am in hell

[awesomehoggirl]

i was just thinking of this the other day crazy as it is but i feel like in a 50s au tubbo is actually the wife. in the sense hes like a marie curie scientist whos doing research on radioactivity but just cant get respect or his foot in the door to work professionally so hes stuck as a genius who cant use his talent. And ranboo is the husband breadwinner who goes to work a stereotypical soulsucking 9-5 to provide for the family and then comes home tired. He stills does the dishes though #breakingconventions

Let's fuuuuckinf bring this shit back for realll like it's so silly and fun to talk abt. in my mind ctub will always be the breadwinner unfortunately because he will always be an employee. ❤️ and cran doesnt have the mental fortitude to ever have a job. It's okay though ctub is still the wife and cran is weaponised incompetence

[anotherpapercut]

I quit one of my 3 jobs and I feel literally sick with guilt over it

[moeblob]

As I'm still waiting on a doctor and my phone battery is getting lower.... take some pen doodles o7

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent images I suppose ~

[miodiodavinci]

local man discovers every single one of his hobbies requires the use of his currently injured wrist—tragedy unfolds in real time

[lemons-pears]

"Come, sit down, I'm making-"

2am is a peculiar time in Shadow Company: some are fast asleep to face the coming day, some are staring at their ceiling, and some are still out and about. Of course, some members would hold roles that involve active duties past midnight.

However, some are avoiding the Sandman for different purposes entirely. Depending on the Shadow, some spend their time outside, watching the sky and, perhaps, indulging in a vice - whether that be smoking with the stars, or sharing a drink with past ghosts.

Others remain inside, though their bodies still as active as ever.

Communal kitchen, 2am. Or, he assumed it was communal, anyways.

Half of the ingredients he practically smuggled in himself, the other half he found unopened at the back of the cupboards. Unlike prior occasions, Moth's basically eyeballing it all the best he can with sleepy eyes.

Ingredients he's smuggled in include: glutinous rice flour (it looks so genuinely suspicious underneath his bed - wrapped in plastic, double bagged and it still left some remnants behind), coconut milk (oddly enough they had coconut cream, but not the milk itself) and cheese (cheddar - the fridge had an opened pack of American cheese, and processed cheeseburger slices). They're all spread out neatly and within arm's range.

Everything else - the eggs, butter, sugar and evaporated milk - was located in a couple minutes. To his surprise, he found some frozen banana leaf jammed deep inside the freezer. In case it belonged to anyone else, he took as little as he thought he needed. He'll ask about ownership later.

Sure, the normal recipe would call for more ingredients, but that would involve more smuggling, and Moth isn't in a position to ask Graves about the rules regarding what can and can't be kept in the pantry- turn the music on and start anyways.

'Strangers in the night exchanging glances

Wondering in the night, what were the chances...'

He lets the speaker take over the singing, silence being filled with sound: an old friend got him hooked on the tradition; before him it was himself and the quiet.

The recipe, how he remembered it anyways, was simple to follow. Having preheated the oven, he spent some time cutting up the banana leaf a little to fit the dimensions of the tin he found. Lining it with care, humming along to the music, and generally enjoying his night. This. This is his vice, in a sense.

Rhythmic cracking and whisking of eggs, he barely needs to measure how much flour he needs at this rate. Stabbing open the cans with a knife because he recalls how the can opener was recently broken. No questions about it. Sugar, butter- it all gets mixed in one glass bowl he rinsed in the sink.

It's fine. He'll clean up after himself once he's done. He stands, in his own bubble, whisking away. The batter needs to be rid of lumps, but not too overdone that it turns out wrong.

It's admittedly quite... domestic in the kitchen, a rare mercy when it comes to the culinary sphere in Shadow Company. He pays no attention to the busted up microwave, after all. He could stay there all night and bake if he wanted to-

"Ah! Kinam- er- good evening-" The music was too loud and he wasn't fully alert when the kitchen door swung open. Now some Shadow is standing there wondering what Sergeant Moth must be up to past midnight. Cradling a bowl in one arm and whisking away like a housewife, sunglasses pushed up on his head and mask covering up the microwave. Lord, he has an apron on too.

...Before they could ask, however, Moth's already quick to talk, practically beckoning them, "Come, sit down, I'm making bibingka." His startled appearance only melts away when they take a couple steps inside the kitchen; not a single appliance combusted once during his time inside so far.

Again, it's mostly quiet aside from the music. He's already finished pouring the batter into the tray, readying himself to put it inside the oven for however long it needs to bake for. They're just sat, watching. Almost childlike. There's a curiosity, at the very least.

"...Ading," Wrong- who cares, it's late, "If... if you want to help whilst you're here, then you could help me grate the cheese? Don't have to, obviously."

Still, he's talking them through the steps, winding up some egg timer. Preheat, line, mix, bake, top, broil. And make sure music is on, because: "Music gives the food some soul, no? Good atmosphere gives it a good mood to be prepared with." Understandably, Moth isn't exactly himself - it's late, he's less concerned with appearance or suitable behaviours. He's more casual than anything.

Looking over as he washed up, making sure they don't slice a finger on the box grater, "We'll put the cheese on top once the sides look done, then we'll broil it... You're doing great, by the way." Eyeing up the first aid kit on the wall anyways, just in case. He'll do some of the cheese preparation right before he pulls it out the oven and grate cheese. "...'m very grateful to have you here." That was bad.

A brief flash of heat when the oven door opens, and he slides the tray out a little. Cheese gets sprinkled on the surface of the bibingka, almost in excess. But good co-operation means extra reward, after all. And once it's all back in the oven?

Moth's handing the Shadow the egg timer, twisted up to a couple more minutes, with a proud look on his face. "I'll make sure the food's all out and cooling once this goes off, yeah? If I'm there then you're taking some, and if I'm absent, then you can take as much or as little as you want, alright?...As long as Commander Graves doesn't find out. Go do anything you need to, Ading." Praise. He's happy for having some company that isn't set and speaker-bound.

"...I'll see you around. Have a good night." Waves them off, takea a breather and... appreciates existing a little more.

[nostalgicfun]

If anyone here is on tiktok and would like to enjoy nostalgia content over yonder, my handle on there is @nostalgic.fun ! I try to do fun content that's a little engaging 🌈

[queerest-beetle]

I continue to put off finishing my main ocs refs and instead have done a ref for Ihaz!

They are a creche worker, one of the main caretakers for the Lorikeet clan which happens to be the clan Emera, Myel and Odala are in before the purge.