#but my blog so i do what i want

[brb-on-a-quest]

There's something to be said for the forged bonds after you and your classmates in your same degree program have after you take that One Class together.

[neveroceanblvd]

he might be the love of my life

[lucabyte]

monologue

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[basslinegrave]

pin-up

b&w originals

[clamorybus]

sometimes i forget that other people have a different idea of 'camping' than my family does

the campground we frequent used to be farmland in new hampshire. its owned by one family, and now descendants of the family made it into a family-only campground. we aren't related to the family, but it's my dad's best friend's family, so he's been going there every year since he was 15. so adopted family, in a sense.

the campsites are lots you have to pay rent for (and electricity if you use it). each family gets to put their own site together. most campsites are what you expect: a camper or a tent with a grill and a fireplace

but my dad? he loves this campground more than the blood relatives do. pretty sure more than he loves me (and he adores me!). and because he's a carpenter with a love of the trade, he goes BANANAS. like when i was a toddler we lived in a tent, and between then and adulthood we lived in trailers. then my dad built a closed-in porch around the camper. its basically a mini-cabin with a fully functional kitchen. i haven't gone up in a few years but apparently he's removed the trailer altogether and made it an actual cabin. plus a small one on the side of the lot for my brother, SIL, and niece when they stay up there. and a little gazebo for the grill and cooler. an a fence that doubles as firewood storage. and old fairylights strung over the place

it's been a decades' long project for him, but that campsite is his pride and joy. honestly it was worth it for all those mornings he woke me up with his buzz saw. tbh the only reason he hasn't built more is because the town won't give him the permits ajdjsk.

we legitmately have the best campsite out of all of them. and i WILL brag because i am very proud of my father 😌 and tbh everyone there agrees; my dad is there legitimately every weekend, as opposed to a few times a season, so it's also the cleanest and in the best shape

but enough about the campsites ahdjsla it's all about the people! they're, well...the kind of northerners who think they're ""Country"" because they own a gun and listen to country 102.5 on the radio. you know what i mean? which is. obnoxious in many ways, to say the least. fun crowd to get drunk with though

a lot of them are people i disagree with on a fundamental level, so i tend to avoid them and give a polite 'hi how are ya' when they approach me. that feels really passive aggressive and wishy-washy tbh. i do wish i had the guts to speak my mind with them more.

growing up at Camp was really fun though! since everyone knew each other we all looked after each other. there were kids of all ages, and the older ones usually watched over the tots. kind of parentification ig, but again most people only went there occasionally so its more like reluctant baby sitting for an afternoon. and as long as we told mom where we were heading off to, we got to do whatever. we basically got to free roam starting when we were five.

we didn't have anything fancy like a pool or an arcade, but we had a playground (my autistic ass spent most of my time on the swings. like from 11 to 18, most of the time i was up there i was on the swings). we had a horseshoe pit, a creek behind the horseshoe pit that the drunk adults would piss in at night and we kids would splash barefoot in the next day. we caught frogs and newts and snakes and fireflies. deep in the woods, there was this huge "quarry" (some kind of acre wide crater left behind from an abandoned construction project); it was a rite of passage for kids to make the trek there. i always described the place as looking like a stereotypical photo of Arizona. we could play in that sand pit for hours, but we were always afraid some construction foreman would jump out of the woods and catch us, even though no one had been there for years

most of the time, Camp is a mellow place where you can kick back, crack open a cold one, and shoot the shit around the campfire. but MAN are holidays a party! labor day, fourth of july, and memorial day are biggest weekends, natch. almost everyone makes it up there. there's bingo, ice cream and popcorn, karaoke (one of the families have a little band so they have the equipment), and a lot of alcohol. there's drunken dads and uncles setting up fireworks on the fourth that go off dangerously close to the trees. kids whipping each other with glow sticks. it's a blast!

though the *best* time is Reunion! it's a family campground, after all. if a family can only make it up once a year, its for reunion. reunion is like the other holidays, but more! first of all, it's the first weekend of august so it's always around my dad's birthday, so we usually celebrate there. but outside of that, the families all get an assignment for the weekend. some families work as full-on food vendors--hot dogs, homemade fries, ice cream, popcorn, the works! there's games for the kids on saturday morning; sack races, three legged races, tug of war, etc. another family manage the Chinese Auction, the big event of the weekend. it's just a raffle so idk why they call it that. but everyone brings in something, and one family a year is in charge of maintaining the auction; selling the tickets, organizing the prize tables, calling the names on Sunday, yknow. friday or saturday evening is a big potluck. the family with the band usually plays live music on Saturday nights. on sunday morning, another family is in charge of making breakfast for everyone at the pavilion. at 6 am sharp. it varies a bit but it's usually scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, pancakes, home frieds, oj, and coffee. though this one family always serves biscuits and gravy which are 👄👌. and the best part is: my family isn't blood family so we never have to do anything but partake in the festivities 😌

okay this is REALLY long, and for no good reason ajdjdksk. but camp means a lot to me, for better or worse. i do have complicated feelings about it. it's legitimately my second home, and the people there are my second family. they fully watched me grow up, and ive watched the younger kids grow up, and now they're having kids. i had alcohol for the first time there, shot a gun for the first time, got drunk for the first time, had my first kiss there, learned to fish, learned to swim, learned to drive. never once as a kid did i feel afraid there. i got to be free and have fun.

but it feels different as an adult. a lot of people there are the total opposite of me politically. a lot of them are racist, homo and transphobic, and military bootlickers and every other sentence out of their mouth makes me violently angry. all the adults there knew me since i was in my mother's guts and they watched me grow up, but that didn't stop some of the men--my honorary uncles--from undressing me with their eyes or making passes at me. growing up there were campsites i wasn't even allowed to *walk by* when the campers there are drinking. when he was a teenager, camp is where my older brother got cigarettes and drugs when his football teammates held out on him. there's horrible things that happen behind closed doors that the adults would ignore because 'xyz is such a good guy/woman otherwise!'. a lot of problems you find in any community, i guess. it's complicated

[californiatowhee]

old fashioneds and tipsy daydreaming

bonus: the subsequent drunk texting

extra bonus, if you made it this far: what happens next, in fic form (spoiler: Phoenix and Miles kiss)

Behavioral Phenomenon | Phoenix/Edgeworth | 2.5k

[ibahibut]

💀: Fewer wounds, more kisses from me.

🐦‍⬛: Contract's accepted, mi amor.

Music inspiration: A Little Death by The Neighbourhood

[cynicallyneutral]

of course it’s sasuke

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for an incredible 500 days of love and support. I offer you: answers to questions that no one has asked.

(As always, more can be found in the tags <3)

[inkskinned]

i keep thinking about hobbies and how i often spill over myself to pick up new ones. i have adhd, i end up trying something for like a month and then just getting far enough in it that i move on, satisfied.

and that should be fine; but it's never fine.

i am a pretty decent artist; but i can't just make art for my dnd campaign, i should be selling dnd maps and character designs and scene setting pieces. i can't just make my friends matching earrings, i need to get an etsy and ship them internationally and take bulk orders. i make pretty good props and decorations and use them to throw my friends parties - but i should be running a party planning business and start taking paying clients and networking and putting my skills to actual use.

for some reason, i never figured out the specifics of pottery. it was a fun class and i enjoyed myself - and still, i'm embarrassed, years later, that i put in all that useless effort. everything i make has to be stunning. stellar. i should have applied myself more. maybe i'm too lazy. maybe i'm broken and selfish and needy. actually creative people would have kept going; they would be bettering themselves at every possible opportunity.

we find ourselves in this trap, even accidentally: we need to commodify our time, because it is a commodity. if we spend our efforts and our time not earning, isn't that the same thing as burning free money? and god forbid you ever take up a hobby that ends up being more expensive than you thought. you sit in your car and you look at the receipt and in your head you hear a conversation that isn't even happening - your mom or your friend or your partner all saying oh great. not this shit again. it's always something with you, and it never actually means anything.

i have realized this horrible thing, recently - i'll get excited to start a project, pick up a new hobby. and then i just... stop myself. i start thinking about the amount of time it will take, and how it'll look in my monthly budget. what if i can't even produce a good enough final product. sure, it's exciting to think about how i could make my friend her own custom dice. but i'm just polluting the earth if i don't get it right. better not bother. better not try.

restless, i get caught in the negative space. the feeling that oh god, i want to create. and that horrible sense - yeah, but i don't have the time to just put to waste.

[cozylittleartblog]

also in the face of people deleting their blogs, that's another reason why you guys are supposed to reblog stuff. if somebody deletes a post, your liked version will disappear, but the reblogs remain. i'm insane about preservation and archival, every single piece of art i have ever enjoyed is reblogged on my 450k+ posts main account so if the artists leave I still have their work. i even tag things (though just with the main fandom tag) so I have years and years worth of fanworks saved that the terrible general site search will never show you.

please reblog art. not just to support the artists who make it and share their efforts, but also so you have your own copy of their works saved for yourself, and the future users of this site.

[gearbroth]

fuckit happy pride

[bamsara]

I wish I could talk about my AU stuff without feeling like I'm being annoying like people will directly say to me 'tell me about this au thing!' and my brain will actively be like 'they are asking to be polite and you are already taking up too much space as it is, SILENCE'

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 317

IMAGINE THIS: Lil baby Damian, bored and being not quite old enough to start learning how to use proper weapons (curse these wooden ones, he wants true steel!) is wandering the base. This is not out of the ordinary, he’s the prince after all. What is out of the ordinary is that his shadow, his Akhi, is not here. 

Technically, he should be napping, but he woke up and neither his mother or his brother- who is quiet but gentle and isn’t a good speaker (mother said it was from a head injury)- is there. Which is how he finds his way to the Pit, which he’s not supposed to be at. Or at least not alone. 

But! His mother and Akhi are there! And- and Akhi is screaming and he’s never heard him scream like that, like he’s in agony- His eyes are green- they were blue, had, had Mother placed him in the Waters- 

And then the pool is bubbling- he should be running away, get assistance or something, he’s five, he shouldn’t be running towards it when everything is screaming to flee. But one moment he’s at the doorway, the next he’s clinging to his akhi as something writhes in the Pit, a mighty bellow echoing even as the Shadows take defensive positions. 

The water cascades, laps at their feet, splashes everywhere as a scaled form rises from the depths, wings like a bloodied sunset spreading as fur bursts into flames. Crimson eyes glare down at them all, pupils slits as they bare down at his Akhi. 

The creature- the dragon- dips its head down, its breath warm as it chuffs at his akhi, wings folding as though it is bowing. His akhi is clinging to Mother, shivering, several scars glowing as they fade and a burst of hair burned white. 

Oh. 

Oh.

@fairy-lights-and-blobs @f4nd0m-fun @hdgnj @radiance1 pspspspsps

[chalkeater]

i have NOT drawn enough talk sprite redraws. Heres some warm ups!! RAAHH 🦖