#ah well such is life

[flashhwing]

28 hours playing with my first rook and now a second rook concept has gripped my brain and the worst part is i like her better so i guess i'm starting over sob

[kristayuc]

The fear of god injected directly into my veins waking up to the loudest fire alarm in the world (my roommates were frying chicken at 9 am).

[but-sometimes-im-not]

rip my laptop, 2015–2023. she got me through two years of college and a whole phd. she analyzed hundreds of gigabytes of data and was witness to far too many digital paintings of katya. you will be missed

no gifs or art until I can buy a replacement, sorry :/

[phansterdam]

im never drinking again

[vigilantdesert]

Just finished another Hades save file and the brainrot is strnok. Like for a short hades verse starter?

[thefearandnow]

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[theepsizet]

People You'd Like to Know Better Tag Game

I'll be picking up from the open-ended tag left by @sboochi. Thx sboochi!

Last song: cover of Dirty Little Secret by Robyn Adele Anderson

Currently Watching: Heartstopper, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (currently on pause, but I'll get back to it next week), & I'm planning on watching Fargo [the film, not the TV series] very soon

Currently Reading: Besides Heartstopper fanfics, nothing at the moment (although I am curious about The Hours)

Current Obsession: Zootopia, to some extent Bolt, & Heartstopper (shocker, right?)

Tagging: @blakeblueboi @antiqueginger @notemaker & anyone else who would like to join

[still-snowing]

mandatory late summer wangxian in love 🩵

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

This week's Discord Prompt!

JJK X OHSHC

Find @cocoabell drawing here

[bluestation]

i found you in the future

[journey-to-the-attic]

the rest of the cast got their new song covers, so i wanted to try putting the others in a band :>

i did want to make it look a bit like an album cover but i have no idea how those are designed so eh?? i also couldn't think of any band or album/song names so. if anyone has any ideas...

[scribbiesan]

“Nice of you to drop by, Barney.”

(Click for better quality if shitty)

What the FUCK is up folks, I did an art trade with the lovely @gt-ridel , and she asked me to draw a scene from her Half Life Borrower AU, and this is the result!!! I really had fun messing around with this, even tho I still despise background work. Just couldn’t stand having these two goobers floating in empty space, so fuck it. Made an office for Gordon by hand. The refs I looked for didn’t cut it.

I was supposed to post this earlier today, but some shit came up. Ah well, at least it’s done. Hope you like the art, GT-Ridel!!!!

If you happen to see some extra things thrown in, no you didn’t ;)

Anywho, hope y’all enjoy, I gotta dip.

Toodles!~

[housederiva]

Huh? What do you mean this isn’t what the caption said?

[findafight]

Robin chose Steve. Robin made the conscious and deliberate decision that she could and would trust Steve. She already liked him! She had fun working and bantering with him! They were already on their way to being weird little bffs and the torture just expedited the process. Steve chose Robin just the same! He thinks she's fun and cool and likes her so much! He chose to be honest and open with her too, putting himself out there.

Even though their interests on the surface level don't match why wouldn't they share them? Steve clearly caves when Robin wants to watch a movie he doesn't think he'll like, Robin can watch a March madness game or five.

Stop trying to take away their bond oh my god people can be close to more than one person!!! Their best friend doesn't have to be dismissive or mean or whatever in order for a romance to be special to them!

[ohitslen]

Promises

He should know better. 

Wolfwood has seen Vash make promises, or hear about the ones he has made in the past. He has also seen the end of each one and how every single time the outcome is less than what was promised. 

Vash likes to say embellished words, with a soft and determined voice that lures you into his hopes and dreams, it almost feels like a spell, as if he was calling for you to come closer and believe him. But Wolfwood knows better.

He believes in him, but Vash is much closer to being an idealistic dreamer than a realistic person like he is. He might not be aware of it, but his beautiful promises of a better future give people hope, a hope that is usually embraced with things like disappointment and abandonment. 

He doesn’t think that Vash does it with the intent of looking for any of those things. Far from it, he might even do the impossible in order to accomplish said promises, but life is too short and humans are too mortal for his wishes, so in the end, most of Vash’s promises end up being empty or they come to haunt him as a reminder of his failed vows. He admires the man, for his perseverance and idealism, but he also hates the man, for his stubbornness and lies. 

Wolfwood knows all of this perfectly to a tee. And yet, he has also found himself being drawn to his world. Because he also dreams of it.

A world in where his always present calls for love and peace exist, a world that is far more kind than what he might deserve, a world in where the kids can be happy and roam around without any worry in their heads, a world in where he can peacefully turn grey with age and his hands can shed the harsh callouses of his life. Who knows, maybe a world in where he and Vash can finally know the peace that was taken away from them, in where they can share the calmness that comes with the passage of time, indulging in every tick of the clock welcoming with open arms whatever comes their way without any fear.

It is a beautiful promise. But Wolfwood is a person that has to keep his feet on the ground, indulging in “what ifs” would only make things harder than what they had to be. He can’t have any ifs if he can’t make it through the now. And by the way he is carrying his present, he is doubtful he will even get to see a shed of that promised world that Vash tries to drag him into. So why mourn something he doesn’t even have, or will ever have for that matter.

He hates the way Vash seems to promise things so easily. His tongue silky and pliant, slipping divine words one after the other, promises way too big for what that barren world can actually fit. 

But when Vash talks to him in that holy voice of his, when he hears him say “It’s okay, everything will be alright, I promise” so gently right on his ear, while he holds his face so tenderly making him focus on him and nothing else, he wants to believe him.

He has seen the end of his promises. He knows how impossible they are. But for once, he wants to believe it too. Believe in that loving world that will cradle them both until they fall asleep, listening to the soft sound of the wind laughing while the moons smile upon them. 

So he allows himself to indulge in the warmth of his palms, leaning into the comfort of his existence, feeling the soft air of Vash’s breaths against his skin while their foreheads meet in a touch that feels like a hot brand that will melt him.

For an instant, he allows himself to be selfish and believe that maybe, that is how living in that world Vash so desperately fights for would be. Soft and warm, making him feel safe in the hollow of Vash’s hands where the world seems to fit so well. A world where the blue sky is a blanket that covers the love and care that is nestled in it like the one in Vash’s eyes. He wants to see that world.

For now, he will selfishly think that the world that fits in Vash’s hands is right there in where he is holding him, where his blue eyes are drowning in the light of the sunset dripping with love and care while looking at him, that the gentle touch of Vash’s thumb wiping his tears is the same as the kiss of that laughing wind in that distant future, where the smile of his eyes overcomes the smile of the moons.

He should know better. But he loves the thought of that world. And he hopes that Vash will get to see that world, because that gentle sight is more fitting for someone like him than the one of his violent world.

He promises to himself that he will do what it takes for that day to be possible. Even if the end of that promise will be empty for Nicholas, he knows it will be a full one for Vash. So it really isn’t that empty for him after all.

He hates his lies, and he hates how true they sound, but Vash’s embellished words are far sweeter than his bitter thoughts so they feel better on his insides, almost like a balm that cares for the wounds of his throbbing, painful reality.

He should know better.

But aren’t humans weak at the promise of love?

[yikes-ajax]

I dont have a clever and witty sarcastic comment tonight, I just think she's cute