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I live in the desert. If I set my air lower than 78, it will run non-stop and blow out in a week. Today it was 119 outside. That’s a 43 degree difference; do you know how much of a strain it is on your ac unit to cool your home to below 80 when it’s nearly 120 outside? It’s the lowest I can go without spending $16,000 on a new unit. And trust me, when you’ve been outside in 119 degree heat, 78 feels FUCKING AMAZING 😂
We got back from vacation in the middle of the night last week and our ac wasn’t working. The house was 95 degrees. Husband slept outside on the patio, I slept on the couch with a soaking wet sheet on and a fan aimed at me, the kid slept on the loveseat by me and the dog sprawled on the tile. We managed. It sucked satans ballsack but we managed.
The coldest it gets where I live is roughly in the 50’s, with some nights getting fairly cool and the occasional random midnight snow. I dunno……anything below 70 is freezing to me; I need a jacket to be comfortable. We all acclimatize. The summers where I live would kill most Europeans but at the same time, I cried the first time my desert rat ass saw snow, so…..you know…..we thrive where we survive I guess.
#seriously though#snow scared the shit out of me#I would love to have my ac set at 70#and when I rented I did#because fuck landlords#but I own now and cannot afford that kind of fuckery#cool crisp fuckery#but I do think it’s perspective#78 IS cool when you’ve been out in a constant brutal heat wave of 120#and god I hate to say it#but it IS a dry heat#so you sweat like crazy and it evaporates and cools you off a bit#unlike that nasty humidity shit where you never feel dry and you’re just always SOAKING and it traps the heat on your skin and UGH#also we’re equipped for heat out here#water parks and splash pads and businesses with icy cold ac and indoor parks and all sorts of shit#so I get why Europeans get a heat wave and are like ‘We are literally dying’#because my normal is NOT normal and people are NOT equipped for it
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
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Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷
Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3
Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.
But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.
He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.
"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.
He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.
"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.
"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.
"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.
"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.
"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.
"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.
"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?
"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.
"Yes Master."
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You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.
When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.
Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.
"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.
"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.
"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.
You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.
Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.
Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.
"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.
He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.
"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.
You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.
None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?
You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.
"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."
You bow to him and leave.
And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.
#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#ryomen sukuna#sukuna#soft sukuna#ok hear me out#im not sure how well i did the “jealous” prompt justice#bc i just struggled to conceptualize how sukuna would even be jealous#when hes in control the way he is in this little universe#(which i write in by default bc i know it best as it lives rent free in my head)#sooo maybe the jealous part got lost along the way#and maybe this ended up exploring gift giving as sukunas love language further#but i hope you like it anyways!!!#also> i have no ideas how to use tumblr in other words line break and stuff like that is maths to me#im also not sure and welcome any input is it better to post writing directly in the answer to the ask#or should i post it separately and just add that it was requested by anon/other person
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What is your Hogwarts house?
Hail, traveler from the distant past; will you not take a moment to rest by my campfire, ere you continue your lonely sojourn into times long gone by? There is succor here, for you are weary; the late Bush era weighs hard upon the soul.
Don't get too comfy, though, because I have some terrible news for you about JK Rowling.
#if this question was a person#it would be able to rent a car#you could sell this question in a vintage store#this question is so old it probably doesn't really get TikTok#though it probably uses Snapchat adequately#to answer your question kinda it's a house I moved out of when JKR was revealed to be an unconscionably vile human being#hot take but did you guys know she straight up fucking sucks
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The sexiest touch in movie history and no, nothing's ever gonna change my mind.
#clannibal#clarice starling#hannibal lecter#silence of the lambs#anthony hopkins#hannibal x clarice#dr hannibal lecter#gifs#movie gifs#did you get that 'no' reference lol#Sir Anthony going 'nO' lives in my head rent free all day long#but back to them can we just appreciate anything about this scene please and thanks#I just know it's not solely me having shivers all over my body when watching/reading that scene right#Clannibal supremacy#Him breathing out “Goodbye Clarice” is not a final passage but a promise for what might follow soon enough#I'm again being so normal about them#If there were no bars between them Asfkkhxdr
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Are you down for a round of chess? Coming back from such a long break with a Homestuck fanart. Nature is healing, I AM HEALING, buahaha
#can you tell I did Callie first? cause I did#I wanted to get the posing and shading down first and get to details later but then I remembered that Cal exists and#he lived rent free for some time since then :)#these shall be coloured one day. not sure when though#also even though I still have some troubles with drawing cherubs I am so proud of how these two came out!! :D#homestuck#homestuck fanart#calliope#caliborn#my artwork
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Having so many thoughts about both of their reactions
#SUSPICIOUS BEHAVIORS#rhett blushing and clearly not knowing what to say#link looking around like he knows something#and like he shouldn’t have said what he said#and rhett looking off camera at someone who probably knows something we don’t#and then the “because you’re not the one pushing for it” ????#Jessie pls#there’s options here#1. link neal#2. a biiiiig man who can finally make rhett look small#just to name a couple#this will be living rent free in my brain for the foreseeable future#I wish I could remember when link recent did the NEXT thing#cuz it was a similar sus sitch#they’re exhausting#rhett and link#rhink#gmmore 2607
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he's not fooling anyone
the og meme
#i have no clue how did i manage to draw smth two days in a row#*looks at my hands horrified* what happened to u#hmmm i wish it had the og yellow font but alas#nothin i can do. im just the person who drew this#ksjhfkjsdhfjks yeah im having fun#hes so silly#he gets annoyed with obi but he is one of his favorite people#“i have no intentions of letting him go” and “if someone proposed to obi i'd run away with him” live in my head rent free#and also that smaller moment when zen asks obi to stay with him and obi is like “should i sing something?” “no! ...you can sing?”#AUGHHHHHHH THEM#akagami no shirayukihime#ans#snow white with the red hair#zen wistaria#obi#ans obi#obizen#obizenyuki#tagging obizenyuki cuz they're together even if i dont mention all of them (unless specified otherwise)#the anime was so insane for having obi wink at zen during their first meeting#ITS SO FUCKING CUTE?????? and zen just goes wide eyed in response awwwwwwwww#sunbloom draws
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im so glad that we never get a clear picture of sophie’s background in leverage & i hope we never do. however i also really like making up various, often conflicting backstories for her in my head. perhaps they’re all backstories for an alias of hers, ones she laid to rest back in season two.
#leverageposting#leverage#sophie devereaux#particularly that one of or both her parents had to move around a lot for work & so she would change herself to fit in at every new school#or new town etc etc. and that whatever original identity she had was dropped due to some kind of really awful event and her bio family think#she’s dead. eg she got into some kind of extreme legal trouble for the first time & she faked her death & everyone she knew as a kid thinks#she’s dead too. like. astrid wasn’t the first person she left to miss/mourn her.#but also that she was a teen runaway at like age ~16 and pretended to be an adult (like. 18/19) cause theres not much you can do by yourself#as a minor like booking flights or renting an apartment. and so began her first proper alias. and she was a pickpocket until she could fund#her life fully through grifting & cons.#or alternatively her parents died when she was a teen & she was old enough to become an emancipated minor (everyone in lev is an orphan)#and she kind of just fell into crime from there bc she had no one#or perhaps she got married at 17 and realised how fucked it all was and stashed money until she could run away & leave it all behind. that’s#bc of a single vague sentence on john rogers’ blog saying she was married at 17 and in context it was quite possibly a joke or random#hypothetical example but i was like what if???? What If???????#i also like the hc that she’s trans which i’ve seen a few times#in some versions in my mind her parents were okay and in some versions they were awful and in some versions it was so complicated.#i think tara has heard one story and parker or hardison have heard another and nate has never heard any story. he’s never asked.#she is here now and that’s all that needs knowing. and sophie devereaux is her real name in any way it matters.#eliot has also never asked and she asked if he was curious once and he just asked if she was curious about What He Did and that was answer#enough for the both of them. just a mutual agreement not to ask and it actually solidified their bond.#i think she struggled for a long time about whether to tell her new family The Real Story but in much the same way we never hear her birth#name bc it’s not Her anymore… she never gives The Real Story. bc it no longer defines who she is. she’s so much more than whatever happened.#lvg
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blehhh sillae
#elden ring#thiollier#elden ring thiollier#the entire dlc I was waiting for this man to die because I wanted his armor#and when he did finally die I didn't like it#he is just a funny guy he should have lived#anyways this 'im weary of life' interaction lives rent-free in my head#and my stinky ass tarnished I guess#he must have a whole ecosystem in his hair the way I keep making him roll#that and ive never seen this man bathe
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i (maybe unreasonably) have an issue w anyone (esp as a partner to either james or lily) in fics being portrayed as a parental figure to harry even a little as closely as james / lily except sirius bcs they all had a chance and they all blew it and never even tried and sirius escaped azkaban and survived on a diet of rats and literally died for him canonically sooo
#good godfather sirius black#which is why i also ONLY like prongsfoot being harrys dads content bcs sirius’ canon priority was harrys wellbeing and no one elses was#which is why i think sirius is the only one who (as a partner to either one of harrys parents) has the right to be on equal footing w them#and this doesnt invalidate or overshadow lily being his mom bcs she always will be#when james being in a relationship w anyone else content has that person being a parental figure to harry it just doestns sit right w me#bcs sirius like actually canonically loved harry so realistically yes he would care abt him and he did care abt him as much as his actual pa#rents#no one else
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first tenant!
#ts4#sims 4#sims#simblr#in my brain her gma left the house to her and she can't afford it SO she rents out the garage#also did NOT build this#i'll tag the gallery creator when i go back in!#house by florwal!!
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"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi suckening#cw blood#something something cracking open a boy w the cold ones#IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I MISSED I SWWWEAR TO JEBEDIAH. IF I STARE AT THIS ANYMORE IM GONNA DIE IT NEEDS TO BE DONE#ALSO RRRAAAHAHHHGHGH CAN I JUST TAKEA SECOND TO SCREEAAMM ABT HOW MUCH I LOVE SODA AND EMIZEL.. LIKE THERYE SO CUTE....#THEY ARE HOMIES THAT KISS EACHOTHR GOODNIGHT. THEY CARE SO MUCH FOR EACHOTHER. SODA LOVES SODA AND SODA LOVES YOU#do u guys remember how willing he was to share blood w his vampire bestie. like cmon. remember when emizel memorized sodas Soda Schedule.#LIKE CMON.... they just have eachothers backs so much. ouhhh my god... ANYWAY SO THE ART HUH. I FEEL LIKE I SCRAMBLED W IT FOR A WHILE#DRAWIN IS HARD..... i think i did well in the end tho.. i like the lil heart beat effects. and i hope i made soda look Suffieciently Scared#i ALSO had fun w the teeth. i however did not have fun w the walls. if i had more drugs i mightve done every brick in more detail#but i didnt WANNA!!!! this will suffice.I HOPE IT FLOWS WELL&THAT ITS CLEAR... IVE STARED AT IT SO LONG IT IS NOW VISUAL SOUP. HELP!!!#i want my comics to have more Pauses and Space and Thought and Momence. i feel like normally they go so fast. but THIS time#i think i did good.... huuoouhhhh.... comics are HARD art is HARD but i am HARDER. or something. OH YEAH I HAVE MORE ART THINGS#soda was RLY HARD FOR ME TO DRAW FOR A MINUTE..but i like where his design is now. i wanted his hair to be curly swirly.like soda fizz#i THINK thats all my thoughts for now. if u have thoughts u should spill them in the tags i looooove reading tttaaggsss#have a goodnight i gotta go to work soon. maybe. unless the casinos power goes out AGAIN. OR SEOMTHING... UUGHHH MY SCHEDULE IS IN SHAMBLES#I THOUGHT I WAS WORKIN 3 DAYS INA ROW SO I RENTED A WHOLE DAMN HOTEL BC THE JOB PLACE IS FAR AWAY.. I HAD TO CANCEL THE WHOLE RESERVATOn#annd im MMMMAD ABOUT IT!!! like ill get over it ofc BUT IM PEEVED!!!! IM INCONVIENIENCED AND GENTLY AGGRIVATED. BUT OVERALL FINE.#hope yalls weekend goes well. sleep well. if u get the chance to.
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I hate to do this again, but I'm out of options. I have to pay my $350 power bill by 5pm CST tomorrow (December 7th, 2023) or I'll be disconnected, and my account is currently over $500 in the red from December's rent. I still haven't been able to find a new job and things are getting really desperate
If I can get $350 within the next 24 hours, I can pay the bill directly through paypal and at least keep my lights on while keeping my bank account overdrawn for now. If you're able to help out, my ko-fi is here, and you can DM me for my paypal or venmo if necessary. Reblogs are also appreciated. Thanks y'all <3
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#i'm really embarrassed to be asking again already#to preemptively answer some questions: the last post was about November's (overdue) rent. that was paid. the overdraft is for December#and no i don't know why this one overdrafted my account but the last one bounced#and yes $350 is an unusually large power bill. there was an issue with my water heater that my landlord took his sweet time to come fix#ugh i really do hate doing this again so soon i'm sorry#it's almost making me regret giving so much to mutual aid when i had a well-paying job instead of saving#keyword almost - i'm still glad i did - but damn this situation sucks
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im tired of meeting other leftists but theyre so locked in on the most asinine aspects of politics possible. im so sorry i didnt meet your social justice enamel pin quota and listen to a band that said faggot once in the 90's. do you do anything besides tweet free palestine and wear 15 dollar patches that say Women Rule The World. quickly.
#🔗#AND I WANNA MAKE IT CLEAR BEFORE SOMEONE TRIES TO TWIST THIS UP#yes spreading information on the internet is important especially with palestne. documenting it is important.#but thats not where actual activism and community starts and ends#my old roommate was like this#they tweeted all the typical ancom stuff but then relied on me (who is disabled and they werent) to work and pay all our bills#buy their special food cause they were vegan#and buy all their booze for them#all the while they did not work or contribute to rent#again. im disabled and they were not.#and then had to kick them out eventually because they assaulted me when i put my foot down#these are the kinds of people yall are
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There's something incredibly strange and funny about the FIRE DEMON from Ingary who somehow managed to work at some random Welsh school for at least a couple of weeks, maybe even longer and not get caught.
Like, did WoTW just lecture ms. Angorian about stuff like printers, photocopies or, well, the whole English Literature program she was supposed to teach for a good amount of time? Or was it just a kind of scripted info for the new form the demon was taking?
And — most importantly — how did WoTW (who, again, lives in Ingary with little to no connection to our world at all) get all this info about Welsh education in a matter of days?
Wikipedia page informs me that she kidnapped Suliman to ask him about it and she did, in fact, asked Sophie about Wales as well. But I cannot believe any of this guys can tell her enough to make a whole fire demon an English teacher, unless Ben was one himself and did willingly tell her the school curriculum — wich is no less hilarious of a concept.
And If she didn't, how couldn't anyone, kids or other schools staff, notice she has no clue about any English literature besides John Dohn and one (1) poem.
I have so many questions.
#WotW looking on Suliman tied with ropes: So you have to tell me about this... *squints at the paper* Shakes-pee-r of yours.#no rly I don't trust Wikipedia on this one#how to hell did he teach a fire demon about school??? and also other stuff like for phones or TVs or CDs#so that she won't freak about when interviewers ask her for a phone number#(she obviously doesn't have)#ALSO SHE?? MANAGED TO RENT A HOUSE? WICH MEANS SHE HAD _DOCUMENTS_ TO YK SIGN THE AGREEMENT#or did she just killed everyone with magic and ppl didn't bet an eye???#SHE ALSO MANAGED TO FAKE THE WHOLE MARRIAGE??????????#like it's obviously WoTW's fire demon was not Ben's wife from Wales#ever#HOW TO HELL PPL FROM INGARY WHOSE ONLY SOURSE MATERIALS ARE *looks at the list* her ex#this random royal wizard who left Wales years ago#and...the other girl from Ingary connected to her ex#MANAGED TO PULL UP ALL OF THIS#it's not impossible but so crazy to think about#howl pendragon#howl's moving castle#sophie hatter#howell jenkins#hmc#hmc book#howl's moving castle book#witch of the waste#lily angorian#ben sullivan#wizard suliman
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