#getting better tho

[starrclown]

W.I.P.S I have no idea if I’ll finish

No idea what this is supposed to be. I was just doodling and we got here. He’s probably calling you an insult.

Valerie’s sketch cause I asked for doodle ideas and got one. This was not the idea 😭.

This doodle inspired my post about LMK characters reacting to ship art. I actually might finish this.

Robotic Redson drawing I was gonna finish cause it was supposed to characterize him more but my pen on Ibis was being weird (it was the pressure) so I got mad and quit.

I wanted to post these cause I have no idea what to draw gang.

-⭐️StarClown⭐️

[libbyrequiresescapism]

MOAR COLOUR EXPERIMENTATION!!! sponsored by silco and astrid, the experienced slutty lovebirds.

@ink-and-dagger I miss them 💔 (they’re probably being happy and lovey-dovey right now but still).

(Pose was heavily inspired from this artwork 👉👉 https://www.tumblr.com/drinkyourfuckingmilk/174629779803/he-only-smiles-when-shes-not-looking?source=share [psitophet] they’re artwork is literally beautiful go follow them)

[jadewritesficshere]

18+only MDNI

Eddie had just pulled up to a red light when he heard a noise that was very evidentally not Dio. The beeping on his right caused Eddie to look over at the man riding in his passenger seat. Steve looked tense and his watch was going off. Eddie figured it was because a few minutes before he had slammed abruptly to avoid hitting a dog, throwing his arm out to protect Steve. The seatbelt did more to protect Steve then Eddie's arm did, but Eddie had kept his hand in Steve's space, eventually placing it on his knee. Eddie moved his hand from Steve's knee now,"You alright?" Steve startled at Eddie's words. "Huh? Yeah m'fine why?" Steve looked over at Eddie, face filled with confusion. Eddie cleared his throat and nodded at his watch," No reason..You got a message..one of your friends need ya?" Steve mumbled an oh and immediately started messing with his watch," Sorry about the noise...nah all is fine." Eddie nodded and focused back on driving.

This wasn't the first time Steve's watch had went off without Steve noticing. In fact, it was a very common occurrence. Steve never realized how loud it was as he had it turned down to the point he couldn't hear it anymore, but everyone else still could. Eddie watched as the kids gave him shit for it, but Eddie didn't care. He had been there the day Steve actually had his watch on silent. The day no one heard his watch go off. The day Steve missed getting texts and calls from the kids about an emergency. The look of panic on his face and the way he couldn't speak when Jane had ran into work and was crying. It all was fine, but Max had fallen off her skateboard and broken her wrist. The way Steve had felt so guilty and scared, Eddie didn't want him to have to go through that again. Eddie was fine with the noise of the watch. It was a little annoying, sure, but Eddie would rather get a lil annoyed from the noise then have Steve in pain.

Eddie would often just notify Steve his watch was going off. It seemed to be happening constantly now though, and Eddie couldn't help the envy he was feeling. He never had anyone text him first, he always had to start conversations. The only people who he had consistent conversations with and didn't always have to text first were Jeff, Gareth, Steve, and most surprisingly Robin (she sent him the best memes that made him cry from laughter). Hell, the time his phone was the most active was when he had been dealing and he hadn't done that for almost a year. Sure, maybe it was hard to text him because he either responded immediately or didn't respond for days on end... but Steve seemed to always have people texting him. Last week, they had been out to the diner and were eating milkshakes and sharing fries. Intermittently, his watch had went off all meal as they had laughed and joked around. Then this past weekend, Eddie was showing him a new song he wrote. Eddie could barely focus as the watch kept going off (not Steve's fault, but he kept wondering if Steve was just being nice and listening when he wanted to be elsewhere the way he kept messing with his watch).

Yesterday, everyone had been hanging out at Steve's. Everyone had been drinking, some weed was being passed around, it was just a good time. Robin was telling a story and half leaning against Steve; Steve had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Eddie should have been paying attention to Robin's story and how animated she was, talking with her hands and having everyone else laugh. But Eddie was thinking about how he wanted to be the one to lean against Steve. Eddie had rolled his eyes, knowing he needed to get his jealousy under control. He had sighed and looked down at his beer, wondering what it would feel like for Steve to lean right and wrap an arm around his shoulders. No! Steve was straight, he shouldn't think about Steve this way. Eddie had been glaring at his drink when Steve had tapped his knee. "You ok?" Steve looked concerned. Eddie had batted his eyes and went," Awh, you concerned for me Sweetheart?" Steve had just blinked at him and went to say something when his watch had went off, causing Robin to grab his arm and attempt to tap the watch (missing terribly because she was drunk). Steve had jerked away and fumbled with his watch before standing up and leaving the room. Eddie frowned as obviously whoever texted him was more important then hanging out.

Eddie scowled at the memory, pulling into Steve's driveway. He knew he needed to get his jealousy under control. Deep down, Eddie knew he didn't care that Steve had more friends then him. It was the fact that Steve would always divert his attention. That Steve would always make faces or be awkward after silencing his phone. Fuck, maybe he was joking about Eddie? Talking shit behind his back? He was King Ste- no. Steve isn't like that anymore.

"You okay?" Steve asks hesitantly. Eddie hadn't even realized Steve had left the car and had opened Eddie's door. "Just peachy," Eddie rolls his eyes. Steve's brow furrowed slightly and Eddie exhaled a deep sigh. "I think I'm just gonna go," Eddie looked down at the steering wheel, clenching and unclenching his fists around it. "What? We were gonna watch that movie you've been talking about," Steve shakes his head, "literal weeks you've been talking about it man." Eddie isn't sure why he's so upset; he knows he got in his own head, he can't even remember the drive here. Eddie feels a burn deep in his chest, he almost feels like he could cry. "Eddie?" Steve gently rests his hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Its fine! Just go hangout with your other friends or whatever," Eddie blurts out. He knows he isn't even really thinking, having worked himself up into a frenzy.

"Huh? What other friends?" Steve asks as Eddie brushes Steve's hand off. Eddie glances at Steve and has to look away at the hurt look on his face. "The ones who keep texting you." Eddie sighs. He shouldn't take this out on Steve. Steve hasn't done anything wrong. "No one's texting me?" Nope okay Steve has done something wrong. Eddie's head snaps to look at Steve's so quickly Eddie is pretty sure he gave himself whiplash," You're a liar and a thief Steve! A liar! I hear your watch go off all the time. I know I'm dumb, can't even graduate fucking high school, but I'm not that dumb!" Eddie is breathing hard as he stares into Steve's eyes. Steve looks as uncomfortable as he feels- which Eddie feels is pretty justified as really this was all Steve's-

"It's my heart rate."

-fault really, none of this was Eddie's fault and wait. Eddie blinks at Steve," what?" Eddie has never seen Steve blush. Get flustered? Sure. Embarrassed? Maybe once. But Steve's face has flushed red. "It's my heart rate...when it gets too high it alerts me." "Why?" "I dont know it was a setting and I don't know how to turn it off an-" "no, why is your heart rate going so high?" "...seriously?"

Eddie feels more dumb than ever as Steve gives him a look that he knows is Steve's are you shitting me right now? Look. "Yeah?" Eddie wishes his voice didn't break right then, he sounds as pathetic as he feels. Steve huffs and runs a hand through his hair. "Seriously? Dude c'mon, don't make me say it!" Steve's blush spreads from his face down his neck. Eddie can't help but trace it with his eyes, wondering how far it spreads. The silence between them grows. "So uh you gonna tell me or-" "It's you!" Eddie pulls back at Steve's exclamation. "What did I do?"

Steve glares at Eddie. "What did you do? What did you do??" Steve throws his arms in the air and stalks away from the vehicle. Eddie scrambles trying to leave the van and getting caught by his seat belt. "Shit," he unbuckles and runs after Steve," Steve wait! I didn't do anything!" Steve turns on his heel and points a finger in his face," You didn't do anything? You flirt with me constantly!" Eddie winces as the realization hits, Steve has been uncomfortable this entire time.

They both open their mouths and start to speak over each other, "Steve, I'm sorry I didn't realize you were-" "Flirting with me making me fall for you and you have the audacity to-" "-so uncomfortable I just couldnt help it you're so attractive-" "- act like nothing is happening? I fell for you and you-"

Eddie and Steve both stop speaking and stare at each other. The air seemed thick around them. "I wasn't uncomfortable." Steve drops his hand. "Did you just say you fell for me?" Eddie blinked, mouth falling open. Steve looks away and nods slowly. "Holy shit..." "That's all you can say?" "Give me a minute i just found out my crush likes me!" "...you didn't know?"

Eddie chuckles slightly before shaking his head."I'm dumb remember?" Steve scowls at his words," You aren't dumb quit saying that." Eddie gently cups Steve's face with his hand," This okay?" "Yeah..." Eddie leans in slowly, letting his lips hover in front of Steve's. Before he can ask if it is okay to kiss him, Steve leans forward and their mouths meet. Eddie's eyes flutter closed as their lips slowly move in tandem. Steve grabs Eddie's hips and yanks him closer, making him gasp. Steve takes the opportunity and licks into Eddie's mouth. Their tongues intertwine, and Eddie is pretty sure this is his new favorite flavor. Steve pulls away to catch his breath and Eddie leans forward, kissing his cheek and trailing kisses down his neck. He kisses Steve's pulse and hears Steve gasp. "You like that?" He asks as he nips at Steve's neck. A beeping noise reaches Eddie's ears causing him to laugh. Eddie isn't jealous about that noise anymore. In fact, it may be his favorite noise in the world.

[puppytoast]

Some derust + Foxgirl Friday with the best foxgirls.

[noonstate]

i am bad at video games ( wasn't allowed to play until end of elementary school / early high school and then didn't own a console or pc until college ) and games that are hard but don't care about dying are to me a much nicer experience than games that are 'easier' but do. any game that knows its difficult enough that you're going to need to take multiple runs at a given enemy or scenario is has the retry factor built into its game design. games that expect that you should be able to get thru a whole level on one save do not, and often have more annoying backtracking + loss of progress.

[420thewritersroom]

*silently going feral as I try to convince my mind, body, and soul, to write possessive Liu Kang with unsuspecting Raiden and slightly suspecting Kung Lao*

[wardensantoineandevka]

is that piece of media actually bad, or is it just not following the blueprint you projected onto it? is that work actually not good, or are you just demanding something from it that is absolutely antithetical to its themes, genre, tone, and narrative goal? is that story actually poorly written, or do you just dislike that it is not the specific things you wanted from it that it never set out to be, never was, and never is going to become? is it actually bad, or is it actually well-executed and you just dislike the story it chose to be because it isn't catering to your specific desires and expectations?

[inbabylontheywept]

bad dating stories time: the shoe incident

so in highschool, my best friend wasnt allowed to go on dates unless there was another couple there to keep an eye on him. part of this was his parents being insane, but also, part of it was him being insane. in a problem with no reasonable parties, there are no reasonable solutions.

at some point in my junior year, my sorta-gf broke up with me, and i just wasnt feeling dating, which was bad for my friend, because he had a good thing going with a girl he met in court.

he kind of hounded me about it. kept pushing me to just put me feet back in the dating pool and i wasnt real thrilled about it, because i knew he was pushing me for his own benefit, not mine, so i kept telling him to fuck off, and after a few weeks of being told that i would date when i was damn well ready, he eventually said: okay. what if i paid for the date AND found you a blind date AND all you had to do was show up?

and i shouldve said no, i know, but i let him wear me down, and i will own my fault in that. a date starting on such a stupid premise could never have gone well.

but he still managed to find a way to make it worse.

i dont know how long he tried to set a blind date up. it couldve been multiple attempts. he couldve stooped to this immediately. but what happened in the end was that he called a girl from the ward he attended - a girl that he knew had a giant, mushy crush on him - and he said: hey! how would you feel about going on a date this weekend?

(you know, implying it was with him, but never actually saying it.)

and she said YES WOW I WOULD LOVE TO and he said great! and then he called me up and said he found me a date.

i did not learn about his crimes until several weeks later. i will die swearing before god almighty that i would never have allowed this travesty to happen if i had known.

that was on a monday. the date of the date rolled around that friday evening, and im sorry to confess, i really phoned the whole thing in. i showed up in my favorite comfy outfit, which was also a fashion crime: basketball shorts and flipflops and a baja hoodie. it was super comfy but it made me look kind of crazy. i picked him up first, and then i picked up his date next, and then we went to pick up my date, and thats where you're gonna get the play by play.

i arrived, walked across the yard, and knocked on the front door. she opened it almost immediately, like shed been waiting right by it, and i could see her expression go from OMG IM SO EXCITED to super disappointed, then disgusted and finally pissed. and because i didn't know about my friends sins, i thought it was from my outfit. which seemed... harsh. like, hey, im allowed to be quirky, fuck you. also its a blind date, i thought the deal was that we were both going to be sad broken sacks of mortality.

anyway, we looked at each other for several seconds before she slammed the door in my face.

i looked back at my friend. he was sweating bullets. i dont know what he expected from this, but there was this big long pause where we both tried to figure out what to do, and then the door opened up, and her dad invited me in, and he said she was gonna need a few minutes to finish getting ready, and that in the meantime we could sit and talk.

we did not talk. we did sit. i sat down on the couch, and he sat down in a chair across the couch, and then instead of talking he cleaned his pistol on the coffee table. i wasnt actually sure if it was a threat, or if it was just a fidget thing for 40+ year old republican men, but when i tried to help he got snappy so i just watched him put a pistol back together.

he was okay at it.

eventually my date came downstairs, still mad as hell for reasons beyond my ken, and i felt pretty guilty for being such a mess because i thought that was why she was so angry. i tried to make up for by walking her to the car and getting the door for her, just generally trying to be extra polite, but before i could make it back to the drivers side, her dad called me back to the door. so i flipped around, went to the door, and immediately regreted my decision.

soon as i was within range, her dad got waaaay too close to me, leaned in, and said "whatever you do to her, i will do to you," and my brain went into overdrive making three consecutive realizations.

realization one was, damn, the pistol thing was a threat. that sucks. what an asshole. realization two was, wait, im autistic and even i know theres a 0% chance me and my date even hold hands, least of all boink. does this guy actually think there's even a 1% chance of anyone in that car getting laid tonight? is he an idiot? and then realization three went through, which was wait, is this guy threatening to fuck me? and unfortunately, with my brain doing so much processing, my mouth was left to run amok, so somewhere between realization 2 and 3, i said:

"i can't get pregnant"

which, i swear, wasn't actually me trying to be a smartass, it was just me pointing out that he couldn't actually follow up on that threat. it just wasn't possible. we do not live in the omegaverse and im not scared of you.

still, it was an insanely catastrophic thing to say, and the moment we both heard it, we bluescreened. that single sentence obliterated both of our momentary streams of consciousness like a saltine in front of a sand blaster. problem was, he'd probably gone his whole life not even realizing someone could say something that stupid, and making that realization was going to cost him a lot of thinking time. me though? i had been saying shit like that for 17 years, i didnt have to rewrite my expectations of human nature, i just had to plan an exit and start striding. so i was already halfway back to the car before i heard "hey. hey come back. Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY WAIT. HEY GET BACK HERE. HEY-"

and then i was in my car, and i drove away.

if this happened today, he'd have called her, and the whole thing wouldve imploded then and there, but back then, there were still a decent number of teenagers without cell phones. especially the teenagers of insane, gun toting parents. so she just said: whoa what was that all about? and i said: dont worry about it, he'll tell you about it when you get home.

and she said: ok and went back to staring daggers at me and my friend.

WHICH SURPRISINGLY isnt even how the story ends.

we went to an improv comedy show, and it was a disaster. it shouldve been like, 7/10 tops, but between my date being mad, and my friend having a good time, and me having the existential terror of knowing that a guy with a pistol was probably waiting outside his house for me to come back, it was easily 11/10. i laughed way too hard at everything. especially the jokes that flopped. id sit there in this mostly silent room and laugh until i dry heaved a little, and my date was absolutely disgusted, and even my friend was a little embarrassed, which would just make me laugh harder. i laughed so hard that night i could barely talk the next day. and then the show ended, and my friend said, you know, that was a good time, but i think we should maybe do something a little chiller? who wants to walk around the park? and his date said yeah, and my date said no, and i finally had mercy on the poor woman so i said, look, im gonna drop you off. and i am so, so sorry about this, but im dropping you off like a block away. super duper sorry.

do talk to your dad about the pistols thing if you dont want this happening more in the future tho.

and she said: okay. so i dropped her off, and she walked a block down, and that was that.

then i drove my friend and his date to a park that was good for wandering. i figured they wanted something more private, so instead of following them around point blank, i chose a park with this 30 foot rope tower, and i climbed to the top and i said: hey i can see you anywhere from up here, you are officially chaperoned from a distance. get panopticoned idiot. except my friend really is an idiot, and he didnt really get the whole 'now i dont have to third wheel so insanely hard with you guys' thing so he climbed up the tower too, and then his date followed behind him, so there are three people basically sitting together on top of a telephone pole.

and then they started making out.

i was close enough to hear it.

i didnt really know what to do so i was just kind of sitting there, dissociating, when some college kids came around and started shaking the tower. my friend's date went aaaaaaaaaa im afraid of heights :( and my friend went oh, dont worry, ill hold you tight ;) and i went hey, im gonna climb down and ask them to stop.

so i did climb down, and i did ask them to stop, and they flipped me off, which i wasnt even mad about. at that point i was i was like yeah, it would be weirder if this wasnt a mess. gods plan has been to fly this day like a 747 into my metaphorical twin towers and brother he is close enough for me to see him grinning through the cockpit window. still, eventually the college students got bored, so they climbed up the tower, which gave my friend and his date a window to climb down, and together we walked back to my car.

now, i cant explain why this is, but sitting back in the drivers seat was my carriage-back-into-a-pumpkin moment. i'd been chill about all the chaos, just rolling with the punches, but sitting down made me realize how much of a shitshow the day had been, and while i couldnt go back and fix all of it, i could go back and fix one thing.

so i told my friend and his date, hey, you two, stay here and don't do anything weird. don't. then i walked back to the rope tower, and i started picking up the shoes the college students had left at the base in order to climb.

about halfway through this, i realized that if i took all their shoes, they might think i was in it for the money, and i actually wanted them to know i was in it specifically to spite them. fuck those guys. so i put all the right shoes back, gave myself a 100 foot headstart, yelled "nice shoes, assholes", did a little jig, and started running.

my advice to everyone is that college students are faster than you think. even with the headstart, and the whole climb down the tower thing, i was still only fivish seconds ahead of them by the time i got to my car. i flung the door open, looked in the backseat, didnt see anyone, flung the stolen shoes in the backseat, heard two "ow"s, took that as proof of presence, jumped in and pealed out of the lot.

my friend and his date popped up a few seconds later. they were, uh, doing something weird in the back seat. my one request - obliterated.

they climbed up to ask where the hell all the shoes had come from, and i was like yeah i stole them from the college students, and they were like oh. cool. hope you had fun. and i was like, i did. i did. but speaking of fun, what were you doing back there?

and for the first time in my buddies life, i think he was actually embarassed.

[thepioden]

if you ever go to an art gallery and you see a painting and you think "that sucks. I could do that." maybe you can! I think a lot of people could do like. Matisse. Mondrian. Rothko. From a technical standpoint at least. Not everyone but a good number of people. But please consider: Artists™ aren't special people. They're just people. Just regular folks with something to say and a trained skill who showed that skill to the right people.

So instead of being like "that sucks! that's dumb! I could do that. It shouldn't be in a gallery." instead try, "I could do that. I should be in a gallery." and then do it and go and show your art to people.

[heartorbit]

if we could stay connected, just like this

[epicadventuresofyuu]

god it's been forever but I'm back!! (hopefully)

I'mma do my best to get back into writing and finishing oc profiles

[pcktknife]

she could stand to be a bit more sharky

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<

[newttxt]

crisis of disbelief

[doomdoomofdoom]

Kamala Harris does want "transgender surgery on illegal aliens that are in prison", btw.

So since Trumpists are getting mad enough about the jokes to actually cite their sources, I thought I'd put the source out into my left extremist commie faggot echo chamber, too.

The claim originates from an ACLU questionnaire she filled out for her 2020 presidential candidacy, specifically this section:

She wasn't given a new questionnaire for 2024, and has stated that while her policy on some things may have changed, her values had not. (This most likely means she moved more to the center to appease larger demographics and cut corners to reach compromises. The basic politician stuff.)

It boils down to this: If you're in prison, whether for "illegal" immigration or other crimes, you rely on the state to provide you with necessary amenities, like food and health care. Her argument isn't "hell yeah everyone in prison should get sex changes for free". It's "gender affirming surgery is a necessary medical procedure. If you are in the states care while this becomes necessary, the state should provide it." If you're outraged by your tax money being used on this, consider the massive amount of people being incarcerated in for-profit prisons, on your dime. Then ask yourself if maybe a prison reform might be in order.

Worth noting: In 2015, while Attorney General, Kamala Harris actually argued against providing gender-affirming surgery to an incarcerated trans woman, claiming that HRT and psychotherapy were sufficiently covering her medical needs. She has since obviously changed her stance and assumed responsibility. (I would like to take this moment to remind my fellow left extremist commie faggots that "willingness to learn and rethink your views" is infinitely more valuable than "perfect from the start and unwilling to listen to anyone")

Also found in the source: This image of Kamala Harris participating in the 2019 San Francisco Pride Parade, wearing what I believe to be a sequin rainbow embroidered denim jacket.

I encourage you to read the provided CNN article and the answers to the ACLU questionnaire, as they give great insight into her values.

TLDR: Based.

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Us, arriving to Austria to a tiny family hotel owned by an elderly lady

Us: speak only limited German

Lady: barely speaks English

Us:

Lady:

Lady: Czech? Slovak?

Us: Czech

Lady, to herself: Czech, that's a Slavic language right

Lady: understand Yugoslavian?

Us:

Us: yeah that works