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started playing ooc but couldn't stop thinking about la so here's ww :) it makes sense 👍
#finally starting to experience this infamous loz brainrot... I wanna play all of them I'm having so much fun....#tloz#wind waker#link#aryll#do I tag grandma ??#link's grandma#as Im slooowly getting back into drawing I'm having the issue that the Way I have fun doesn't align with the end results I like...#I haven't drawn in so long I Gotta prioritise having fun over results or I'll never get properly back into it though...#and I'll probably learn smth new along the way !! like how fun new brushes are !!!#my art
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"You know... You didn't have to take that with you."
"But I promised him I'd take him out to see the ocean one day."
#for context uhmm how do i explain this#so around a few weeks after Jd arrives Bruce is like “Hey... where are the others?”#and Jd is like “ooooh 🤪🤪 he doesnt know...”#Since at this time JD believes that the entire tribe is dead. including his brothers and grandma#so Jd has to take Bruce to the now abandoned troll tree and give him the bad news#Bruce doesnt believe it at first. even if the tree is abandoned they cant be dead? right?? they cant be#so he rushes over to their grandma's pod. thinking that theyre just in hiding and waiting for them to return#and all Bruce is able to find in the empty pod is Branch's old stuffed toy Croco#which solidifies to Bruce that everyone is dead. their friends their family. everyone#Bruce is obviously devastated by the news. he doesnt show it a lot but he doesnt take it too well#he ends up bringing Croco with him back to Vacay Island and patches Croco up#since Croco is a bit worn out due to being left in the pod for years#and since then Bruce always keeps Croco hidden in his hair. both as a memoir of his baby brother#and also a reminder of how he failed as an older brother... ouch#ofc the others arent dead. its just that now both Jd AND Bruce believe that the rest of the trolls are dead#also King Trollex is there bc i wanted to put him there. I like Trollex :]#a knee ways more bb au art i promise the next bb au art will be lighthearted#tho now im gonna work on the next violet gijinka batch bc ive been starving my friendlocke audience for too long#sorry friendlocke fans ill feed u next dw#cherris canvas#trolls#trolls band together#trolls john dory#john dory trolls#trolls bruce#bruce trolls#king trollex#beach bros au#sorry for rambling in the tags i hope u dont mind ahaha
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AJDJSOAJW I MADE MY SPAMTON PLUSH THE DEFRAG OUTFIT
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I'm so normal. About. This comicc
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Defragmentation by @zarla-s go read it if you haven't rjkwsjdkdhkash
#a#im gonna use the tags to just gush about defrag#like#you dont uunderstand#i dont even know hwy i like the comic so much im not like this about other deltarune fancomics n stuff#im just so rabid about it aa#i remember when i first found the dub i was just glad to find a comic dub that was longer than 5 mins#little did i know that this was the beginning of a defrag fixation which lasted for like a month and a half#i think defrag is like 70% of the reason why my spamton obsession has gone on for so long lmao#god i used to read it so much there was a time that i could quote it word for word up to the like 20th jesus#im not quite as insane now#also GOD I HATE SEWING#im so bad at it#i had to get my grandma to help me since she is good at sewing#she did most of it lmao i did some of the stitching tho#aa im so normal about him#oops nearly forgot to do fandom tags lmao#spamton#spamton deltarune#spamton g spamton#deltarune spamton#defragmentation#defragmentation au#spamton plush
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mor of my cowboy ninja bullshit haiiiiiiiii . happy lesbian day!!!!
+ extra non cowboy amberpenis stuff!!! woohoo yuri!!!
#ninjago#parcaeive#:3#amberphoenix#<- tag looked real empty#nya smith#skylor chen#they would fuck so hard as cowgirlfriends im gonna lose it#WAIT I DONT MEAN FUCK AS IN THE FREAKY WAY I MEAN FUCK AS IN LIKE . IT WOULD GO HARD. LIKE IT WOULD SERVE. LIKE IT WOULD COOK.#or maybe i do mean it the freaky way. feel free to interpret#cowboygo#<- erm the tag for now. im very uncreative hi#im giving their horses stupid names#nyas is umm. wavebug#skylors is shitfacegiggler#Ok no hers is named yujin but she calls her horseshit#her horse just loves fucking around (purposefully pushing skylor into nya every chance she gets)#grandma died on lesbian day... fess up girlkissers which one of yall....
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cookie clicker gay grandma fanart because I really love this meemaw's design :]
#cookie clicker#gene art#man. what else do i even tag this#cookie clicker fanart#the first one was drawn purely by lasso tool for funsies#thought about making old women yuri fanart bc i like another gramma design#but i m also sleepy so you get this#cookie clicker grandma
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Me, watching anything Trolls related
#trolls#dreamworks trolls#branch trolls#trollstopia#holly darlin#synth trolls#for context: he invited them over to do a puzzle together#because he used to do puzzles with his grandma#the cute is killing me#tag edit: oops i had the wrong episode#this is actually from 'the bunker sitter'#thank you digital-gargoyle for catching that!
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Crustables reunion comic... that was supposed to be a sketch but got out of hand
#I just had to do the sunset lighting#comic aurora#grandmas art#crustables#ferinheit#what is their tag
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before it felt like a sin, ch. 1
pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC
word count: 3000
summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.
And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.
She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.
a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)
There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -
“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”
Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.
“Oh! Er…it’s -”
“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.
“One hour…I just -”
“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”
“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.
Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?
“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”
Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”
Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.
When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.
Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.
That…
Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.
She never received letters.
Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.
Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.
How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.
Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.
Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…
…not anymore?
Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.
Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.
A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.
Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.
The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.
No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -
A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.
Miss Eloise Babbit,
I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.
Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.
I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.
Yours,
Eleazar Fig
The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.
It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.
As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.
She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.
She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.
The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.
Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.
Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.
Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.
The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.
What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.
As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.
Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.
Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.
When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.
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#im just writing this fic for fun & since I’m editing it a bit#I thought it would be fun to challenge myself to do full illustrations for each chapter#(the reason I started these fanarts in the first place was for this🧍♀️)#if you actually read this I would love to know what you think!!#I keep going back & forth between wanting to make a master list and also explain my tag system on this tumblr#but at the same time I like the chaos…🤔#well let me know!! or if you have any suggestions!!💓😙#it starts off a bit slow but this story is VERY canon-divergent#and will have a lot of mythology/magical theory/pureblood society etc etc#i dont expect these to really get much traction bahahahahahaha#but im going to have a lot of fun rereading my fic & making these illustrations��💓#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy mc#eloise babbit#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy fanfic#hogwarts legacy fic#oh also???? how do you format these things??????????????? anyways the chapter is up on ao3 and honestly the whole fic up to chapter 22😆😆#but if you have any suggestions lmk!!!!#like do I put the warnings for the whole fic on each chapter?? put only the chapter warnings??? literally this is me: 🧍♀️#a poor confused technology grandma
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Odile patting Molly Epithet Erased on the head, you know why
have two bc i care them
#in stars and time#isat#epithet erased#molly blyndeff#isat odile#I've been trying to draw this for like... 5 days straight....#Thank you for making me obligated to draw this. honestly might not've if it wasnt an ask#anyways ya'll so hear me out. odile mother/grandma figure to molly#Honestly after thinking about it a little more Odile is actually quite different to Calliope based on descriptions alone? but#I think having a Dependable Trustworthy Adult in her life is. She needs it#We don't know a lot about Calliope and idk what parallels odile has with her; but I hope she reminds Molly of her mom at least a little bit#And for Odile's pov? I think she'd really really like Molly#She's more mature than most for her age and she's extremely observant and intelligent. Those are things Odile respect#Cue a dead mom joke though and odile very quickly goes to ''ok there's something wrong with this child''#I don't think I have the idea fleshed out enough in my head to say anything for sure? But Odile and Molly having a Talk about her home life#would be Extremely interesting#Oops! Rambled in tags again! Teehee!#also do you think odile will ask molly for her full name only for molly to hit her with the#''molly wolly doodle all the day blyndeff'' and odile instantly regrets it#validation for bonnie#edit: rearranged tags just in case#day 19#crossover
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The audio drama really went for the heartstrings with the Wen remnants like holy shit really just had to show this mans forming connections with these people even more huh
This is one of the other lines that has killed me each time I am a SUCKER for repeated phrases gaining new meaning
#my art#I don't think I can do justice to just how this scene FEELS like you see him in soul-crushing loneliness#and slowly the world lights up again like the donghua really hit it visually and the audio drama hit it audibly so i'll just cry over here#fyi these are now totally behind where I am but I'm trying to catch up- hard to do all of it at once lol#i don't think anyone is checkin the grandma wen tag so there's less characters her than usual#wei wuxian#wei ying#wei wuixan#a yuan#wen ning#wen qing#wen qionglin#wen sect#mo dao zu shi#mo xiang tong xiu#mxtx mdzs#mdzs fanart#mdzs#mxtx#mxtx fanart#founder of diabolism#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#the untamed#lan zhan#lan wangji#wen yuan
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An older lady finds interest & joy in beauty & make-up to help her cope with the loss of her husband.
happy femslash february, here's a 3 volume series of grandma yuri. in fact I'm quite sure it's the only multi-volume yuri that centers around Actual Old Women
the summary frames this as the main character coping with the loss of her husband, but… he was a bit of an asshole! and her memories of him are a little ambivalent. rather than a story about grief, it’s more about freedom and self-expression—with help from someone who’s more used to being blunt and outspoken
I really like that it’s a story about self-discovery; basically a coming-of-age for an 80 year old. there’s a lot that the main character has had to repress, or just never really had the chance to explore
there’s only two chapters translated in english so far, but please. give them a read. open your heart to grandma yuri.
#femslash feb recs#recs#ff recs#hiding this in the tags but I *do* think it would’ve been nice if the artist was a little better at wrinkles#but the only other grandma yuri are two oneshots with may-december romances#one by… I think the artist is shunita (I’m probably misspelling it) and the one in ‘whenever our eyes meet’#well there’s also the… diary manga? actually I should buy that one brb#BOTTOM LINE despite that the artist *is* the leader in grandma yuri revolution and I will always respect her for that
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Gang's on the move
(a pipe burst in the hoard storage room)
#lineart my beloved#anyway here's the rest of Roscoe's bully squad#(minus one other oc)#(whom i am still developing)#but tagging the bugs here we go - Maude - Dorothy - Sybille - Ruth - Constance - Lottie - Irene and Winifred#whew#Roscoe named them#(Roscoe is. not very creative but insists on naming entities anyway. and she defaults to old lady names lol)#Roscoe's fearsome grandma gang#unfortunately the names aren't a marker for any real attachment#when one of the bugs.. disappears... the next one to show up just. inherits the unused name lmao#poor bugs man#boss doesn't care about them#they should start a bug union#mind you. between all of them Roscoe is the only one with a thumb#and that's very handy (teehee) for things like surprise leaks#also shes scary.#like that's a wholeass jester whats a bug gonna do#there's at least a safety element i suppose#lethal company#lethal company oc#lethal company fanart#lethal company jester#lethal company hoarding bug#lethal company lootbug#Roscoe#my ocs#I'm not tagging the bugs a second time#they've had their time in the spotlight
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I am never showing Aunt Athena Hamilton again she spent the entire show criticizing Alexander like
I get he's a dumbass but cmon
#And then Grandma Hera walked in the room at the WORST TIME#SO SHE WAS CRITICIZING THE MAN#Please I just wanna enjoy the performance#why do they take it so seriously#hera#athena#greek mythology#greek gods#anthelion says stupid shit#forgot some tags#alexander hamilton#hamilton musical#why he so stupid tho
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My birthday is coming up, and every year for my birthday* I try to make a thing just because I want to but this year I am not sure what I want to make. Like, zero ideas. Well, I mean I always have ideas, but none that appeal more than others? I'm not sure if I should ask for suggestions or just make a series of polls leading up to my birthday to narrow it down, what do you think? *within a few weeks of my birthday, I am bad at time
#the person behind the yarn#got sidetracked and vented about stress in the tags feel free to skip none of it is relevant to this post#lotta stressors this time of year#and this year has more than usual with multiple significant anniversaries#plus work stress and getting an MRI this week#I'm hoping after the MRI is done my stress level goes down#but there's another hurricane forming and I am a bit concerned about that#it's not supposed to come north but neither was the other one#and even if it doesn't come north it's going to hit where my grandma lives#idk. my older brother has a birthday not too long after mine#and wants to do a joint birthday thing somewhere#but I have no idea what to do. it would have to be outside because he 'doesn't believe in covid' and while I could probably get him to mask#his kids wouldn't (they are too little) and I am stressed about that#I am honestly not a fan of my birthday. I got sick with the thing that disabled me right before I turned 18#and my family always wants to get together for my birthday but historically are not good at respecting my boundaries#around my birthday and I have walked out of more than one of my own birthday parties#anyway! lotta stress!#going to keep making baby blankets and try not to think about it until at least after the MRI
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DOODELS
#my art#tryignt o do sm shit help i wanma draw and finish things so baddd#the brown sketches r me crying @ the phrase 'to be loved is to be changed' i wanna make a sad emo angsty comic abt shadows loss and pain an#still endong up with a happy life bc. 🧍♂️ fuck i want that for myself too#THE 2NDD... MY SKY PIRATE GRANDMA MARIA AU 🫶🫶🫶🫶 basically shes super inspired by dola from castle in thsky lol#shes putting makeup on shad bc hes going on his first date ever....#in his 50yr immortal ish ageless life hes going on a date and maria will damn sure make sure hes gonna have a nice one#ehehehe guess whos hes going on a date w....👁👁(obvious)#uhhhh the cat is just older blaze leik burnin blaze inspired by her concept art#one of her hair styles is like fire and im like. thats fuckin cool!!#sHE GETS STRIPED AND GETS FWUFFY WHEN SHES OLDER bc i think its kyut 🫶#makes her related to big the cat ehehehe alt dimension shit or smhtn idk im not thinking anymore#oh fuck i forgot to tag the charas#sonic the hedgehog#maria robotnik#eggman#shadow the hedgehog#blaze the cat#amy rose#sonic chao#uhhh it uink thqts it#sowowiwjekwo#sowwy its a mess
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Misano 2007
#what motogp in the late noughties really got is that ideally in sports you want a red team and a blue team#and they were the right way round... like yes casey should be red and valentino should be blue good job everyone#//#brr brr#heretic tag#this is the opposite of a race rec but in a way it does kinda encapsulate that year. like this was very much the vibe of the 2007 season#the track returns to big excitement after dorna breaks its promise never to go there again after rainey's career ending injury#because rather inconveniently the biggest star of the sport just happens to be born five minutes away#so they make the track go the other way and in doing so just make it a bit of an awful racing circuit#and at the very first race back... vale retires after yamaha's engine experimentation goes awry and casey wins after leading all the way#deeply anti climactic on every level#boys with a time machine: hi grandma#girls with a time machine: guys you can't change the engine regs there's a rivalry i NEED to see play out with better racing
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