#Lefty mentioned

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF puppet and Michael Afton got beef,,

[rotzaprachim]

im shaking every single student organizer and screaming that they need to separate a demand to divest from arms funding from the demand for a university to cut off all contact with Israeli and Israeli-American scholars and students, a demand which no university will agree to because implementing it would in many cases be very illegal

[gemharvest]

Okay hear me out (and I will forget I sent an ask in again 2 seconds later) RGB as crystal gems

PREFACING THIS ART WITH AN "I'm sorry I didn't lean more into the SU side of things" I am being so fr I don't wanna mess with trying to figure out more gem-like outfits for them so they're basically the same except with limited palettes and also gems. I don't think it's actually gonna matter to anyone but ANSJKNKDGJ if I don't open with that my brain will Explode. /lh

GO CRAZY GO STUPID AHHHHHH. GEMS. I'm going to have to put my bullet points under a read more just cuz I know I am about to fucking Go Off. grins

Girlfriend is a red diamond. Boyfriend is a peridot. Pico is a green spinel.

GIRLFRIEND:

Went with a diamond cuz of the status thing. I am almost worried it feels like too easy of a pull but I doonnn't care I think it'd be fun if she was a diamond. :) Red obviously because it's her color.

Playing off the status thing; ofc her parents would also be diamonds and so you can have the reasoning of "oh this isn't a high-rank gem" for them not liking Boyf. I mean if you need any reasoning aside from them just being unreasonable LOL but that's always there.

Placement on her chest because !! love !!!! That's also why it's a heart-shaped cut instead of a. Diamond shape.

My backup assignment for her would be a jasper because I think it'd suit her well to be any quartz, and with jasper you can get close to her reds !! The status thing is really what made me decide on a diamond tho.

As I type this I realize there are some vaaaguee similarities to Pink I could pull as extra reasoning but shruuuugs my brain is NOT in an analytical mood rn so I'll just let others chew on that for me.

This isn't really relevant to RGB but I wanna mention it: I think it'd be funny if the demon henchmen were rubies.

BOYFRIEND:

The biggest factor for me going peridot with him is the fact that a common headcanon for canon Peridot is that she's autistic and while I mostly work with ADHD Boyf myself (since that's the experience I can pull from personally)... I am a sucker for a good autistic/AuDHD read with him.

This man is short and Era 2 peridots are short. If I drew him SU style this guy would need limb enhancers. lol

Instead of a prohibition symbol his shirt has the outline of a star. I just find that neat. :)

He would sooooooo suck at a peridot's role but also iirc in canon he's a college drop out anyways so it cancels out. He's got that Greg Universe in him.

Honestly, I put his gem placement on the back of his hand bc I had no clue where else to put it. My secondary placement for it would be on his forehead bc it'd make me giggle with him being Dumb but canon Peridot already has the forehead placement so I didn't go ahead with that.

HE STOLE PICO'S GREEN SPOT. spritzing him with water like a naughty dog BAD BOYFRIEND.

PICO:

This is my little indulgent one I really. I really love canon Spinel. This is tangential but like I literally have 4 spinel OCs and then another 4 furry OCs with designs based on canon Spinel. The urge to make One Of Them a spinel was going to be there.

The juxtaposition of him being a gem with an entertainer role and also a hard-ass hitman makes me giggle. Idk I feel like if you already know canon Spinel then you can probably connect the dots as to why I'd imagine him as a spinel as well.

Heart cut because I find it cute and it matches GF. I think a spade shape could be fun too but idk I prefer just going with a heart. Placement on his upper back because. :) Because he can't easily shield it from damage that way. He has to be constantly aware of his surroundings, unless he wants to give someone the chance for an easy hit on him if they sneak up from behind. Little paranoia thing to fuck with him. I'm so nice to Pico !! :D

Bringing back the status thing with GF's parents; I can't help but giggle thinking abt them hiring him. Imagine you get recommended this really good hitman and you meet up and it's a fucking court jester. Fucking ego hit but DD needs the job done so he hires him anyways. AND THEN PICO DOESN'T EVEN CARRY OUT THE FUCKING HIT. Never hiring a clown off of Craigslist again. /JOKING

hits play on this and sits down with my head in my hands

OKAY BEFORE I'M DONE I WANNA MENTION: I made myself give them all gem assignments BUT I do think it would be fun if one of them was not a gem a la Greg and Rose. So I give you: regular canon demon GF and her two gem boyfriends. Takes a bow. (<- honestly might do something further with that for my own fun. teehee)

[stupideo12]

Bleh

Plus bonus

[ugisfeelings]

"In teaching us to be better managers of ourselves, DBT joins the tradition of therapies that deliver the logic of workplace exploitation to every nook and cranny of human experience. As DBT becomes adaptable intellectual property, filtering into schools and prisons and workplaces in the form of skills, that logic seeps into the groundwater. The skills in DBT can feel remedial, like things we should have learned in some nonexistent orientation to being human. In the past, learning how to gracefully deal with feelings has only really been addressed when someone fails spectacularly at it. One worries that if DBT spreads out through the culture, more people will be equipped with the skills to feel better, but they may also learn to see themselves as operators of the faulty emotion processor we call the mind, and to believe that wellbeing is a matter of personal competence rather than collective care.

When the illusion of control falls short, DBT’s ethic of present-tense thinking and skilled self-reliance is met with an equal and opposite reaction: a culture fixated on the trauma plot, where people hold tightly to their stories as evidence that their lives aren’t their fault. Now that a logic of skillful self-management has become synonymous with mental health, people are left with two bad options: externalize the problem, molding it into a carefully crafted story about other people’s misbehavior so people will stop yelling at you to get a grip; or internalize it and commit to ceaseless skill acquisition in the hopes of someday needing nothing. DBT and its critics represent opposite sides within an often contradictory mainstream mental wellness culture ensnared in yet another dialectic — one that holds that you are defined by your trauma, yet accountable for your woes."

[skullzy20]

Misc doodles :)

[ponds-of-ink]

FNAF (AU?) Art: “Sorry, folks, he’s not ready for visitors”

Help Wanted 2 Lefty once again has to explain that the rebuilt Scraptrap is not ready for… Well… Anything, really.

[crappyyuki]

So...10 months? Give or take?

I'm sorry. Here's a 7k word chapter.

I'm really sorry. I hope you enjoy. This was a hard chapter to write :,DDD

[miyamiwu]

Isagi wants what he has

[landgraabbed]

i was sat here thinkin abt why that post i reblogged hit me so hard but then i remembered that it's basically how shit went down between me and my sibling and their partner lmfao fjsdjfdsdsdfsdf

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike is suspicious of Lefty…

[queenwille]

you support genocide, you are doing evil and encouraging suffering. i hope you realise this some day.

i’m literally too lazy at this point to repeat myself. you may go a little back in my blog and see why it doesn’t classify as a genocide and why y’all really need to stop using well established terms to your liking.

i probably won’t change my mind about israel’s right to defend itself from all the terror organization ruling her neighboring countries. know why? what’s probably the difference between you and me? you have the privilege to chose which side you’re on, i don’t. well, not really. as i’ve live the consequences of israel putting down its weapons, you never did. also, if history repeats itself, i’m guessing that, again, it’s not going to be you who’ll have to deal with its consequences. oh no, ma’am. you’ll probably be on your next great trend. 🫡

[icharchivist]

French Lefties are on another level, in order to promote the new leftie alliance in order to counter the far right majority in the next elections, people have been working on promoting the alliance no matter what

..... with a visual novel/romance/dream daddy inspired dating game.

i'm losing my goddamn mind

[starkitten101]

Hey, what the fuck is happening in the debate rn???

[zipzapzopzoop]

I Tried it at Home

Chapter 3: Ground Control to Major Tom

Thursday, December 14th, 2034 - 6:03PM

A 60 million year old dinosaur was not the first thing to come crashing through the Robinsons’ dining room window... Neither was Art’s UFO either, to be fair.

It was just the most notable. 

Wilber had been booting up a game of chargeball when a massive crash shook the entire house. Carl came down the travel tube not 30 seconds later, wearing a heart-patterned apron from helping Franny recook dinner after burning the first one.

“Wilbur, what did you do?!” “Why do you think I did something?”

Before Carl could respond, Cornelius’s voice sounded over the observatory’s intercom.

“Robinsons, we need urgent medical attention in the dining room! All hands on deck, we have an emergency!”

A quick exchanged glance and both boy and robot made a break for the travel tube.

Wilbur and Carl rushed in with the rest of the family to find Art’s UFO crashed into the floor of the dining room. It was scratched and dented, and its glass dome shattered, sending smoke billowing into the house. The hot spacecraft mixed with the cold wind outside felt odd. A frightening mix of heat and frost.

Cornelius quickly took charge.

“Mom! Dad! I want you and the kids somewhere safe! Fritz, I need a fire extinguisher! Carl, lift what you can! We need to find Art! Gaston-”

But Gaston wasn’t listening. Neither was Franny. When Cornelius looked over, they were both digging through the wreckage, lifting and throwing heavy pieces of metal with incredible ease. They were getting scraped and burned, yelping out in pain, but neither of them cared. They were just dead set on finding their brother.

“Art!” Franny cried, straining to pry open a piece of scrap metal. “Rghhh- help me!”

Gaston rushed over and helped her lift it and throw it aside. The other Robinsons quickly took initiative and joined in to help. “Art! Where are you!?” Gaston shouted, squeezing himself into the cockpit of the spaceship and coughing on the smoke.

Carl rushed around and opened windows, letting out the smoke so everyone could breathe safely. Cornelius felt a tap and looked over to see Uncle Joe holding up a fire extinguisher for him. “Thank you,” Cornelius nodded and hurried to put out any remaining flames. He suddenly caught sight of his son digging in the rubble.

“Wilbur! I want you outside where it’s safe!” Wilbur only shook his head. “No, dad. This is my family, too. I need to help!”

Despite everything, pride bloomed in Cornelius’s chest for his son.

Carl began to throw broken pieces outside the already broken window so they could navigate better. Some of the metal plates were so hot, they hissed when landing in the snow. Laszlo lifted pieces off the top of the ship and helped Carl throw them outside. His helmet wasn’t strong enough to lift massive pieces, but he did everything he could to stop debris from falling on the others. Billie used her tools to take some pieces apart. She removed the golden door from its hinges and moved to throw it out. To her surprise, even Frankie and his band were helping lift smaller pieces of rubble and using their small sizes to squeeze inside the ship in search of Art.

“I can’t find him! Where is he?!” Franny shouted, her voice overflowing with panic.

“I don’t know… I don’t know!” Gaston didn’t sound much better.

Very few times had Wilbur ever heard his mother and uncle sound like that. His mother- the strongest, smartest person he knew, and Uncle Gaston- bold, fearless Gaston. 

Suddenly… beeping.

A small broken beeping.

One by one, the Robinsons paused their search and went quiet. Where..?

Slowly, a familiar broad silhouette stepped through the snow and stood in the broken window. Ragged and scraped up… but alive.

He smiled through his pain and held up his cracked phone, still beeping.

“...has it been thirty minutes?”

“Art!” Franny and Gaston cried in unison, dropping everything and rushing over to their brother.

They barrelled into him so quick, the trio toppled back into the snow.

“What happened?!” “Are you okay!?” “Did you manage the double safety back roll?” “Gaston!”

“...Sorry.”

Art laughed and squeezed the other two close in a big hug. “I came in far too quickly and the blizzard weakened my visibility!”

Franny and Gaston both scrubbed away tears and clung to their elder brother like their lives depended on it. Art saw and blinked away a few of his own. “Hey now, you know I’d never leave you both.”

The rest of the Robinsons excitedly climbed from the rubble and rushed over to join the Famaguccis. Even the frogs croaked with joy and hopped up onto the trio. 

Art looked up at the mess his UFO made in the dining room and winced.

“About that…” Wilbur laughed and elbowed Carl. “You know, normally we’d be eating right now but we had to start over on dinner. Carl, you saved the day by burning the pasta!”

“What!?” Gaston squawked.

“You BURNT the PASTA?!”

[truecorvid]

i need to get off of the internet i can't stand online "leftists" anymore i can't do this