#drifiting

[understeerking]

[dk-thrive]

One of these days, the line will slip its moor and she’ll keep drifting.

Wanda closes her eyes, and maybe she dozes a little... It’s hard to tell the difference between sleep and wakefulness lately. It feels like she’s always in the process of drifting away—a tethered vessel wandering the waves until the line goes taut and tugs it back. One of these days, the line will slip its moor and she’ll keep drifting.

― Lily Brooks-Dalton, The Light Pirate (Grand Central Publishing, December 6, 2022) 

[agiantmonster]

RIP to Ken Block. He inspired so many people and did so much in a short time. He cofounded DC shoes and then at some point he decides to become a rally driver and then he goes viral for his Hoonigan drifting videos. He lived a truely incredible life. Thanks for all the inspiration you gave to the people. You will be missed.

RIP to Ken Block. He inspired so many people and did so much in a short time. He cofounded DC shoes and then at some point he decides to become a rally driver and then he goes viral for his Hoonigan drifting videos. He lived a truely incredible life. Thanks for all the inspiration you gave to the people. You will be missed.

[heart-songs]

She imagined taking one step after another into churning sea, sinking into stillness beneath the waves, strands of her hair suspending like black watercolor into the pale blue sea, her long fingers and arms drifting up toward the backlit blaze of the surface. Dreams of escape—even through death—always lift toward light. The dangling, shiny prize of peace just out of grasp until finally her body descends and settles in murky quiet. Safe.

Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing (pg. 284)

[eyeofthelama]

D R I F T I N G 🏎️💨

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[azu1as]

bingqiu au where sy is thrown into the unexpectedly female body of sqq. so when sy finds out, he gets carried away with the bright idea that the best way to avoid the terrible fate of the original goods is to take on the role of a mother-figure for luo binghe.

after all, in pidw there were only two roles for good-looking women like him (and really he didn't expect the original goods to look this good actually. no wonder airplane never posted official art for this man—woman?—the dudebros would definitely clamor to make sqq part of binghe's harem despite all the abuse and torment he—she??—put the man through) that won't end in getting his entire body ripped apart: a) fall in love with luo binghe and join his harem or b) be a mother-figure for binghe and tragically die.

his prospects were, at face value, not very promising. he wasn't female so he couldn't possibly fall in love with binghe so sy has no choice but to follow through with the latter.

the system is surprisingly silent when his mind races through the idea and doesn't raise any complaints about sy messing with the plot this way.

sy believes that, with all his stock knowledge of murim and fantasy worlds, he can avoid the fates that often befell these types of characters—often sacrificial deaths that lead to the protagonist's next power-up. he could gather all the artifacts for level-ups and give them to binghe at the right time!

another good way to lock in on the surviving mother-figure role is by promising to be present during the protagonist's wedding. so he does just that (not understanding the dazed look that enters his bun's face) and, to really make sure, also promises the same for all of binghe's wives (to ning yingying, luo mingyan, wife #124 a defected qiong ding disciple, etc.).

suddenly, everyone in cang qiong is abuzz over rumors of sqq wanting a wedding/looking for a husband/getting wedding fever/etc. the rumors have all jumbled up at this point into a massive mess at this point.

lqg and yqy are trying to figure out if sqq is trying to subtly shoot them a sign by approaching their sister/disciple.

meanwhile, sy thinks that he's totally got this and how on track he is with his plan when binghe accidentally slips and calls him, "mom" one time. unfortunately, all he did was stir up the hidden pseudo-oedipus complex in his poor bun.

[camtasticalsocks]

Back at it 🌳🌳

[aryashepard]

Spoilers for the finale of the 1999 quest

what if you use your last seconds alive to say sorry for hurting me ? what if the only way for me to save you is to reenact the same act that made you hurt me? what if i could the only way to save you was you opening your mind to me ?

what if i saw you die, not only once but twice, what if even before i knew you, i knew how you would die, what if the only way for me to save you was to know you, to open my heart to you

which could also mean nothing.... anyways

[masterkenyo]

[everybodyloveshippos]

since im talking about dinin anyways: modern AU Dinin has the world's shittiest pickup truck . he taught drizzt to drive and traumatized him in the process

[understeerking]

[freshthoughts2020]

[stars-of-kyber]

wip word sentence ask game: brush, egg, and cloud

Alright let us play!

For Brush, I've got some Everybody Talks (Too Much):

"Kate, I am so sorry, I never imagined..." Anthony reached out to brush the river of tears running down Kate's cheek but before his fingers could come in contact with her face, Lady Danbury was already calling out to them. 

"Lord Bridgerton, Miss Sharma!" She had not stopped walking, nor had she turned their way. "What did I just say about propriety?! Get moving!"

For Egg, a bit of Don't You (Forget About Me):

Those two couldn't possibly be the same person.

Violet must have taken his stunned silence as some sort of agreement or recognition because she turned back to the stove, humming as she finished the scrambled eggs and poured them into a plate before placing them in front of her eldest son and taking up the chair next to his. "There you are, darling." 

"Eggs!" Gregory cheered, throwing his arms up in delight. 

And Cloud (Cloudy lol), some Lost, Drifiting:

And the best part was that it was right within his grasp. Within ten days, Kate would be his wife. Children were the natural progression of marriage. He knew Kate longed for them. She would be an excellent mother, loving and nurturing, firm without being too harsh. Their children would adore her. And he was the lucky man she'd chosen to share this with, to share the rest of her life with. 

For the first time in two years, despite his still cloudy past and the fears that he'd never be enough for her, Anthony's future looked as bright and promising as the dawn of a new day. 

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

[leconcombrerit]

It's finally dawned on me that I probably won't be able to get back to making art anytime soon.

I'd been trying to make redraws in a vague and a little desparate attempt to do just that ; after all, I'd been wanting to draw stuff lately and even had a few new ideas. They just refused to translate to anything when I actually got in front of my computer -hence the redraws. It had worked quite well until now and given me the boost I needed to start new stuff.

Except even those had started to feel terrible. Understand "boring, ugly, plain, uninteresting or fastidious". Yet looking at the old and new versions side by side, it's obviously much better now. Take those Roman and Virgil ones for example. I did get better. It's not even ugly, even though it's low effort. I've been proud of worse.

My brain just makes a shortcut from "I'm bored and uninterested and frustrated" to "I'm bored and uninterested and frustrated because this is boring, uninteresting and therefore frustrating". It's like it's finding itself excuses not to draw, or do crochet, or sculpt, or make origami, or read, or watch videos, or talk to people (that includes answering most messages with less than three weeks intervals). Apparently it's "nothing concerning" according to my shrink, since I can still wake up and go to work. But I'm freaking bored.

Also I always get very depresso in September, worsens in January, peaks in February, gets better in April, rinse and repeat. Thank god for Only Friends airing now, my little brother's existence and immaculate taste in music, and my growing interest in tanks. Dunno what I'd do without those guys.

[visceralvoid]

Today’s random Mechs thought:

When Marius gets eaten by the octokittens, do they eat his arm, too? Do they? It’s metal, right? Can the octokittens digest metal? Did they eat his arm? If not, where does it end up? Did one of the others just toss it into space or something? Is there just a Marius arm floating through space somewhere? Did they hold onto it? Who has his arm?  I need to know these things and re-listening to DTTM has not answered any of my questions on the matter.

[camtasticalsocks]

Dri-fit!!