#glass letters

[kaviiinsky]

I got a lovely review on twitter out of the blue today, so I thought I’d let tumblr know that I have an audio drama podcast called Glass Letters that I began making during the depths of COVID in 2020!

I wrote, voiced, edited, and produced almost all of it myself, with my friend Randy as a guest actor and title music written for the show by Slow Haste! Season two is currently on hiatus until I have enough time outside of my full time job to allocate to a whole season, but I realized how much I missed working on it, and how much the story meant to me when I was writing it.

Glass Letters is a story about loneliness, family, personal identity, and what it means to run away from something you can never escape. It’s as much my story as it is Riz’s story, and I’d love it if people on here gave it a listen.

(You can find it on most podcast platforms, or here!)

[cloudysarts]

yeesh. touchy subject

hey have you guys noticed that in dreamscaperers, bill has to squint and get really close to the memory to be able to read the numbers. i have. heres a low-effort comic about that

(edit: theres more to this comic now! you can find follow-up doodles here and here!)

[beyondborderlands]

Beginnings (Hermittober Week 1 - click here for prompt list)

I'm alive! And what better time than for Hoffen's Weekly Hermittober :) There's nothing more exciting than the start of a new season. I think about the fact that every single Minecraft server, no matter how big or small, fundamentally starts the same: with wood and stone tools. The Hermits will create an incredible, wacky, mind-bending world, but for now, they start with the very basics. And they'll make it fun—distributing tools to each other, goofing off.

[adjpngs]

(1) Nephele Moth, (2) Cabernet Wax, (3) Garden Statue of Fortuna, (4) Vintage 1920's Bank Log, (5) Vintage Letter Opener and Magnifying Glass, (6) Nostalgic Impressions Quill Pen (Holder), (7) Hardcover Vintage Book, (8) Preserved Garnet Red Roses, (9) Large Skeleton Key

[tomasweetheart]

TWENTY TWENTY VISION — m. atsumu x gn!reader

sypnosis: atsumu needs glasses, but why on earth would he make his & your life easier by wearing them?

warnings: i'm gonna beat the shit out of atsumu oh my GOD he irks me so bad, post-timeskip atsumu, eensy bit of angst if you squint super super hard, osamu mention, i can't write the miya accent™ for the life of me but i tried so sorry, petnames such as baby used, he calls the reader pretty

notes: inspired by the fact that i just recently got my new glass and haven't had a pair since i was 14 so seeing the world focused fucks with me a lil bit, ALSO, atsumu with glasses has been flooding my brain, osamu is farsighted cause i said so

"I'm not wearin' 'em."

"Atsumu, please, you need to wear them, you have astigmatism in both of your eyes! And you're nearsighted!"

Atsumu lets out a soft huff as he crosses his arms, as if he isn't the reason you've been having this argument essentially since you brought up him even getting his eyes checked.

It all started when Osamu had gotten new glasses, that's what Atsumu thinks anyways, that this is all stupid Samu's fault.

Osamu came over one afternoon for a harmless visit, with new glasses on. You had asked Osamu about them, and commented that you never knew he needed glasses to which he responded:

"Oh yeah, me and Tsumu both do, he just hasn't worn his since junior high."

You swear you've never seen Atsumu react so quickly, his head snapping to Osamu and immediately telling him to shut up through gritted teeth. The subject gets dropped instantly, but now you're giving Atsumu side-glances throughout the night until Osamu leaves.

After you two are settled into bed and Atsumu is almost asleep, until your voice rings out in the dark.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask in a voice barely above a whisper.

"...What are ya on about?" Atsumu asks, turning to face you with a soft expression.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask again, "Because you don't wear glasses like you're supposed to, so the world's all unfocused for you all the time, is that why?"

Atsumu's silence and stunned expression is all the answer you need.

"That's what I thought," you mumble before turning away from him, "your eye appointment is Saturday at four."

And that puts Atsumu where he is now, sitting at the island connected to the kitchen in your small apartment, staring down the thick black lenses as if he was trying to explode them with his mind.

"I said, I ain't wearin' 'em," he huffs again vehemently, looking at you with an unwilling expression, "and that's final. I don't need no stupid glasses, I can see just fine."

"Oh yeah?" you challenge, palms resting against the island as you stand on the opposite side of it, "If you don't need your glasses, read the paper on our fridge. Without squinting."

Atsumu's face goes a little pale, his eyes widening slightly. He looks over your shoulder at the paper held onto the fridge with a stupid magnet in the shape of a volleyball.

"It, uh..." he trails off, trying to not squint as much as possible, "...it...it doesn't matter what it says! I'm still not wearin' those glasses! I don't need 'em!"

"Atsumu that paper is no more than four feet away from you, and you can't even tell me what the bolded title says," you responded in an almost pleading tone, "baby, you need your glasses, so I am begging you, please put them on."

Atsumu's face softens slightly at your pleading voice, before it turns unwilling again as he looks down at his arms and mumbles something you can't quite make out.

"What was that?" you ask.

"...They make me look dumb," he repeats a little louder, looking back up at you, "they make me look like an idiot, and since my eyes aren't used to being focused, I feel like a baby deer learnin' how to walk."

"Tsumu," you reply gently, your own expression softening, "if you didn't like the way glasses look, why didn't you ask for contacts?"

"Because they scare me," he rebuttals, "which I know is stupid because they're an easy solution to my problem, but they rip and get stuck and...I don't know, that just scares me."

You stare at him blankly before taking a deep breath, "Atsumu," you start, "I'm not...trying to make you look stupid, okay? I just know that you need them, and you know that too. It might be awkward at first, but won't it be worth it to see the world a little more clearer? So you won't have to squint to read traffic signs or drive through menus? And, glasses aren't a permanent solution, we can work our way up to contacts, but you need to wear these for now."

Atsumu looks down at the glasses again, letting out another unsure sigh as he picks the thick rims up, and places them on his face.

It's weird at first, everything is clearer. The titanium fridge, that stupid volleyball magnet and the paper it holds, and more importantly...

You.

The way your entire face shifts into focus leaves Atsumu speechless. He knows how pretty you are, he doesn't need glasses to see it, but god do they make it better.

You give Atsumu a weird look, "What?" you ask puzzled, "Can you see better?"

"Yeah," he responds with a small smile, "I can see real good, pretty."

[pawsyscollective]

skating rink<33

(i spent 4 hours on this and ik i was too lazy to color the bg but it better get notes..))

tumblr fucked w/ the quality..

[shima-draws]

Finally got new glasses (lenses AND frames!) bc I broke my old pair lol

Thing is I had my old pair for. I don’t even know how long. 5 years maybe? Either way I was long overdue for an upgrade to my prescription and holy SHIT when I tell you my jaw dropped when I put my new pair on. You people see like this? Crystal clear? Every day? You can read signs from really far away? And not have to squint?

When I was driving home today I could see all the way to the mountains I could literally see all the little details of the snow and the trees and I was like YO DUDEEE this is INSANE. People with 20/20 vision you have no idea how good you have it I cannot believe people can see that clearly normally

[faaun]

what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again

[crimson-dianxia]

i was drawing a meme and got distracted

[fizzytoo]

3 days and 2 nights in San Myshuno!

Thank you for accepting out invitation to showcase your work at our Gallery. The Airbnb we've set up for you and your family is in convenient walking distance of the Gallery and several local attractions! We can't wait to see you at the showcase.

-Casbah Gallery

[nctsworld]

KUN // WAYV 5TH YEAR ANNIVERSARY

[strnge-trails]

this one’s got a little kick to it

[m1kmak]

after 3 months of procrastinating i finally made a hoffstrahm shirt only to fuck up printing by not using enough ink and having to use a brush to paint half of it

[secretmellowart]

Jean Valjean, inspired by this line from his introduction chapter:

It was, moreover, a firm, energetic, and melancholy profile. This physiognomy was strangely composed; it began by seeming humble, and ended by seeming severe. The eye shone beneath its lashes like a fire beneath brushwood.

(I'm working on a series of stained glass paintings for Jean Valjean's different names/titles/identities; here's a link to the previous painting in the series)

[389]

Hagemeier is a former student of the famous Dutch type designer and calligrapher Chris Brand, and he selected DTL Albertina for the lettering. At that time he was working together with Frank E. Blokland on the lettering of the stained-glass windows of the St. Peter Church in the city of Leyden (see also this video). Blokland designed a special version of DTL Albertina with shorter ascenders and descenders, and smaller capitals for the window of the St. Peter and Paul Church.

[umnitsa]

He could not avoid it, he was just way too big. Too tall, his legs too long. Every time Alexei sat, his knees drifted apart as he relaxed, his thick thighs spreading slowly.

He always tried to control his body when he sat by your side, but he always ended up taking all the space, squishing you between him and something.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling, as his thigh pressed against yours, all his attention on the tv. Biting your lower lip, you slid your hand gently along his thigh.

Alexei rumbled, distracted. He scooted forward, spreading his legs more. You hummed, looking at his bulge, your hand sliding up and down his thigh ever so lightly.

You watched as his breathing changed; he blinked slowly, his eyes half lidded. Alexei licked his own lips, distractedly.

"You are playing with fire, little girl." He finally said, his voice menacingly low. You gasped softly; he always looked bigger when he was that serious. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, then your hand. You squeezed his thigh lovingly and he grunted, directing his eyes to the tv. "Do not tempt me."

"I can't help." You chuckle, sliding your hand up his thigh, then sliding forward, over his cock. You sighed, as you felt him getting harder. "You always sit like you're offering yourself."

Alexei looks at you from the corner of his eye, smirking, and grabs your hand. His grip is tight, perfectly squeezing your hand immobile. He presses your hand against his thigh and scoots even more forward. He hooks his thumb on his sweatpants waistband and with one smooth movement he pulled it down, tucking it behind his balls.

His cock smacked heavily against the back of his hand. You moaned lightly, eyes completely focused on it. Thick, veiny, heavy, his cock twitched and pulsed as it hardened. You licked your lips, mouth watering.

Smiling brightly, he held his cock with his free hand. You whined, a needy desperate sound.

"Patience." He growled, watching every single one of your reactions. You whimpered, nodding, relaxing your hands against him. Alexei smiled, enjoying the teasing; his hand moved around his cock, lazily. "After the show, hm?"