#cleaning my desk

[catinasink]

tere is so much stuff on my mental to do list but also the Procrastination

[hoshikostar]

Time to document the shit i find while cleaning off my desk

Old marker practice, dead/dying fidget spinner, seashells, pink flower lamp

[kayomin]

me gustas ♡

[sivsii]

Needlefelted Vi from arcane! 3” tall made of wool and pastels. neutral photos under the cut :)

[keenbugg]

do you guys fw my klinger picture frame??

[shiny-eyed-corvid]

all the black and white NYC street finds from May-June ⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️

faves from this batch: cinnamaroll croc jibbit & squishy persian cat

[squibo]

🤲

[refulgently-transcendental]

Bachelors degree: *purchases an expensive and large standing desk to do homework at*

Masters degree: couch

[doodle-ink]

The Sun,

The Star,

The Moon,

and Mars…

The beginning of those to come.

AAAAAAAAAA ITS DOOOONNNNEEEE IM SO PROUD OF THIS THING YALL HAVE NO IDEA!!

I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS THING FOR OVER 5

F U C K I N G

M O N T H S.

SO MANY VIDEO ESSAYS…

For those who don’t know what tf this is, it’s a custom gem art I ordered online (with artists permission) like the ones u can get at (insert art store name).

This is also 3ft (97cm) long. For reference on how fucking big this thing is there’s is a picture of me holing it up and last I checked I’m roughy 5’4” (pic at bottom so this post ain’t so fucking long)

But yeah I’m absolutely in love with this and still need to slap some mod podge over this behemoth. My next project is a little more reasonable and I’ve already got permission from a new artist to use her work!

(Also little ittle watchers (read in The Click voice))

This original art was done by @skimmeh (LOOK ITS DONE :D)

[deoidesign]

I met the me who made different choices

[anadraws]

goodbye

[ennobaka]

I made the screaming opossum ☺️

Pattern from ComplicatedKnots on Youtube

[lyraeon]

btw, if you're looking for a resolution and you feel like you're living in a mess, I can recommend from experience "clean one thing a day" and/or "throw away one thing a day"

the key is to make the minimum be really anything - throwing away a wrapper off your desk, cleaning a single plate so you have something to make your dinner off of, doing laundry - so that you start to get a sense of accomplishment out of doing the cleaning.

and once cleaning starts being something you can microdose dopamine from, you're unstoppable

[gackk]

The only art related thing I’ve been doing recently is painting pomegranates and frogs (which I have since misplaced somewhere in my room), so here’s a drawing I did after tmagp 28 came out

[citrusses]

bound: Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w

Friday lunchtime finds Harry in the stock room once more – only this time, in an unexpected but pleasurable turn of events, Draco’s got him up against the wall between the filing cabinet and a shelving unit and is kissing him, sweet and fierce and messy. He’s got his hands on either side of Harry’s face, Harry’s cheeks warm beneath his fingers, and he’s pressing Harry back as though he’s really concentrating, which makes Harry laugh into the kiss, delirious, chest tight with something as-yet-unnamed. Draco smells of mulled wine, his mouth rich with the chocolate Harry had given him, had unwrapped and held so boldly to Draco’s lips, intent unmistakable. What are we doing? Harry thinks wildly, although he can’t quite summon the will to ask. “It’s the mince pies,” Draco tells him happily, apparently reading Harry’s thoughts. Draco moves a hand to the nape of Harry’s neck, brushes his lips across Harry’s cheek, his jaw, then pauses to whisper in his ear: “They’re my magical ones. I cast a Cheering Charm over the mincemeat.” Harry laughs, because it’s absurd, the idea that this could be anything other than what it is. It’s not that kind of magic, and he should probably tell Draco that Cheering Charms never really work on him anyway. He doesn’t, though. “What’s your excuse then?” he says, teasing. “I don’t need an excuse,” comes Draco’s easy reply. “I’ve fancied you for ages. It’s embarrassing, really, how – oh!” He pulls back, face gone pink and cross-looking, clapping a hand tightly over his mouth. “Oh, was it a Veritaserum chocolate?” asks Harry, delighted. 

I bound this beautiful fic (one of my favorites from last year!) for a holiday exchange for @phoenixortheflame. Sweet very generously gave me permission to bind her story, and I had so much fun with the Christmas adornments on the cover and the mince pie endpapers. Of course, the art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm is worthy of printing and framing on its own, and I was so thrilled to include it in the bind. As this fic proves, one can celebrate Christmas any day of the year, so I think it's okay that I'm posting these a few days after the actual day!

[starcurtain]

I have this small, deeply personal headcanon that after his grandmother's passing, Alhaitham's home was so unbearably quiet that he started--just barely, just one or two words--to speak out loud to her as if she was still there.

"I've been accepted to the Akademiya, Grandmother."

"I passed my promotion exams."

"I debated with Haravatat's sage."

Just that, and quiet again.

But one day, it's: "I met someone strange."

"He keeps showing up when I'm trying to study."

"We don't agree on anything. Still..."

"I made a friend."

"Today, Kaveh and I were researching--"

"It's already dark. I didn't realize we spent so long in Razan Garden. Kaveh wanted to hear about my article--"

"He's going to be furious when I tell him the whole point for his portion of the lecture is based on a false predicate--"

The house where his grandmother used to be gets a little louder again; the noise lasts a little longer.

Until one day, when there's no words at all.

One day, when there's just the sound of a single sob, and then a long, long silence.