#honestly really needing some rn

[alpha-leoniis]

honam.i cuddles are the best cuddles

[lexosaurus]

If you're only commenting on a fic to ask for an update or worse, to be passive-aggressive about wanting an update, then please do both yourself and the writer a favor and don't comment at all.

Saying things like "Can't wait for the next update!" as part of a comment about how you enjoyed the chapter is one thing, but just going into the comments and being like "Where's the update?" or "You haven't finished writing the next chapter yet?" or something similar is not only rude, but also I ASSURE you it only serves to make the writer anxious about writing at all.

Fic writers are not content creators. We're not robots. We're real people with careers, families, and other irl responsibilities. Writing is something I do in my thirty minutes before I go to bed to wind down from the day. Whatever I want to write that evening is what ends up getting written.

So by making me anxious and putting pressure on me to update a fic, especially in that passive-aggressive way that so many people do, all you've ensured is that when I open up my folder that evening to see what I feel like writing, my eyes will completely skip over that WIP that I got the rude comment on that day because I Feel Bad about it and now I don't want to even look at it.

So please, just follow the golden rule of "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

[ryan-sometimes]

I just got ubereats and I felt so bad about making my delivery person drive in the current storm that I tipped $14 on a $16 order 😭 even the driver was like wtf??!?

[quietlyblooms]

y’all i’m feeling overwhelmed and icky tonight, so i’m thinking i’m just!! gonna let myself relax until sunday. i think i’ve been putting way more pressure on myself than i should be — i should not feel so guilty over a hobby with people who understand i have a life outside of tumblr. i’ll likely still lurk and try to answer more messages, but don’t expect me to actively write till sunday. i need to take a lil breath uvu

[pardonmydelays]

unpopular opinion but i really miss those days when it was all about the music in taylor swift fandom

[starheirxero]

i need 2 clear out my tags omg i've ignored so many......

[carlottastudios]

So I think I'm making some decent progress on my unhinged Kaeya lore thoughts post

The WIP of the mindmap is below the cut

I'm really scared that I'm still missing a lot of stuff, but it's past midnight now so I'll be stopping for now and actually get some sleep

[byanyan]

need y'all to know that some time ago xeno brought it to my attention that jesus of suburbia is an incredibly byan-coded song and i haven't stopped thinking about it since

[fatelcved]

IMAGES OF CHIYOKO HISAKAWA : 1 of ???

once gaining steady income as a mangaka, chiyoko seriously contemplates a more elaborate tattoo; rather than the cute little images she's imagined here and there, she wants something truly stunning to look at. the idea strikes her one morning after managing to spill paint all over her favorite pair of shorts, a deep green running over the blue material and down her calves. wouldn't it be pretty to paint her skin much like a canvas? chiyo eventually settled on a design that looks similar to watercolor, and though the visuals above lack much color, chiyo's tattoos are deep blues, purples, and reds that fade into each other, similar to what you see in these images here ( nudity warning, though nothing explicit ). the shading would most resemble the bottom right image, filling empty space with shadow or colored gradient. her tattoo curls along her right arm, across her chest, and down the left side of her waist, hip, and leg ( as depicted in the bottom left image ). getting to this point has, of course, taken quite a bit of time, especially as chiyo had to grow comfortable enough with her tattoo artist to allow them near parts of her body that are typically concealed. the whole thing has cost her a lot of money and tears, but she's pretty proud of the art she and her tattooist created. she plans to keep adding to it in the future.

[chirpsythismorning]

Please do not believe leaks from fans rn y’all like be absolutely serious. I just read something off a notes app that censored milkvan, with this person acting as if they had some secret source.. and fans easily believing it and humoring it… pls do not be this dumb by humoring or spreading literal nonsense. I promise you, no one is getting play by play details and typing it all up in their notes app with fandom lingo 😭

One source online today said they got a spoiler, however they did not share it and have not shared it. They have said stuff in the past and been right about it. That’s it. They are not in the fandom. They have no connection to the fandom. Outside of what that person stated, there has been no other leaks. There’s just been fans in the tag posting shit like they’ve got a source, while laughing and mocking the ppl falling for it.

We don’t know if the original source is even real and that person doesn’t have any intention of sharing the spoiler either.

So please don’t read a notes app screenshot that was clearly written by a fan and give it credence. Otherwise everyday will be WIP Wednesday, except it won’t be, it’ll just be fans trolling each other endlessly 🤣

[ancat-dubh]

A friend died a few weeks ago and I dreamed about him last night. I say friend – he was my boss at my first bartending job when I was 18, and for a few years after that at the theatre where we both acted, did the box office, and served drinks. That was a big transformative period of my life, though, and a lot of the grown-ups around me then – charismatic actors living out of their suitcases, often in addiction, doing some of the greatest art I’ll ever see, also my first dose of queer elders – have had an outsized lasting influence in my life.

He was a friend in my mind, even though we mostly only exchanged birthday messages and pleasantries when I was in town or, once, a black-out drunken run-in at the dive bar where he didn’t recognise me, but smiled and pirouetted me on my way to the bathroom. He was a strange, intense poet who’d won Jeopardy one year, given it all away, and tried and tried to make it work as an actor. He drank more as he got older, and his frequent Facebook posts got angrier, lonelier, occasionally blaming unnamed women for the pain he was in; his spot-on range of accents, sleepy gentle bookseller’s regard, and ability to flick into uncanny, ecstatic states onstage in an instant stayed the same.

He’d grown up in the Green Mountains, and it was there I was driving to see him in my dream. I’d been late getting up to meet him; we’d planned to get a drink at the bar in the town where his mother lived. We were having a text exchange while I drove, the kind you sometimes have in dreams where everything’s shaky and the buttons aren’t working and the conversation’s high stakes. (Or maybe you don’t have those – it’s been a while since I’ve dreamed regularly, years, maybe, but I’ve had a few these past few weeks). After getting tired of waiting for me, he’d gone off to a local environmental demo in support of a rare species of snake. While he was there, a counter-protestor had lit the forest on fire; he was texting me images and videos of the fire, of himself yelling and shouting trying to direct the firefighters, alongside downloaded images of the rare snake they were there to save. Are you okay? I was trying to ask as I drove further up the Mountains towards his house. I stared at the image of the snake bouncing in my lap while I waited for his reply – yellow belly, iridescent black body blazing a dull rainbow.

I haven’t been a ~visual artist dahling since about age 16 and I shan’t pretend to be so it surprised me how much the automatic drawing I did tonight to charge my quarter of our Imbolc ritual looked as it did on the phone in my dream. It looked, too, like the banner my friend and I painted together in the dream when we both arrived at his house safely – him smoky and tired, me out of breath from my anxious drive, cracking open a few beers and an old bedsheet and almost wordlessly painting the snake against the smouldering woods together to hang on his wall. It didn’t occur to me he was dead until after I woke up, but when I remembered the overall feeling of relief, contentment, ease in my body remained alongside grief.

I slowly worked some protection magic into a snake drawing tonight doing a little improvised ritual digesting after our feast (Guinness and honey glazed salmon, my v non-tradish version of colcannon, cheese platter with dried apricots, clotted cream and madeleines). After two of us left, my friend who was hosting and I made our own sketches of snakeskins with intentions and offerings written between the scales, and burned them while pouring out some libations to the ancestors and local gods. I thought about one story of Brigid, particular to Scotland, where the goddess emerges from the ground as a snake to start the spring; snakes fleeing fires through canyons and across hot asphalt in LA; the quiet, tactical prudence of the Wood Snake and the days-old Chinese New Year.

It occurred to me once or twice too, as I thought about my dead friend’s insistence on sending me this image of a snake, of all things, burning vibrant and don’t-touch-me colourful over a pine forest sparking into flames – I’m scared of snakes. Ever since I was four years old, and nearly stepped on a baby copperhead wriggling across my path while I walked barefoot through a dusty summer meadow. But this one felt like so much of a Sign showing up the way he did, I felt like I knew him already; there was no question of being afraid. God is change, I wrote on my paper sketched snakeskin; my friend and I wound ours together and set them alight and they burned right through into a perfect circle of black ash, so perfect and simultaneous we both shrieked and clapped our hands. (I’d had us read some of the maxims in Parable of the Sower for our ritual – I’d started rereading it the other week with images of the LA fires echoing in my brain and had to stop because the whole thing was a little too real and relentless and my brain’s only a few weeks out from feeling like a sharp trap). Spring’s not here yet but the change is here already. I thought of the snake-goddess sticking her head from her winter burrow, tongue tasting the air to confirm – yes. We’re in it; it’s here.

[lesbianfakir]

If anyone has art requests for any of the anime I post about on here (tutu, utena, fma, madoka, etc), ESPECIALLY requests for something more painterly please let me know!! I can’t promise I’ll do them for sure, mental illness is absolutely sucking the creativity out of me rn, but I’d love to make something that would make someone happy, you know? Please don’t be shy!!

[faggling]

The worst part of taking an opiate is having to eat something with it

[vegaseatsass]

So Paradise of Thorns eh

[darksaccharinity]

long rant lol if u don’t wanna read keep scrolling

now that i don’t have to keep quiet about this anymore….i am now a single cat mom of 3! (Again:)) and my ex’s inability to care about anything whatsoever will never cease to amaze me. The fact that we agreed for me to take our 2 boy cats and for him take the girl (that he’s had for 9 years, got on his own outside of our relationship and raised) because it would be really hard for me to take all 3 and because we agreed she would be better off alone having her own space….and then choosing to move in with this random ass hoe who has a cat of her own right after we moved out, right after us talking about how it would be good for her to have her own space, while also knowing damn well she doesn’t get along with other cats….and then trying to give her away to random people a few months later because she doesn’t get along with the girls cat and it’s causing stress in their relationship. R u kidding. AND NOT WVen thinking to ask me if i would take her??? Luckily I have real friends who thought this was important for me to know and were able to get her to me before he gave her away to some random. But everyone I’ve talked to about this is literally in awe about how shitty of a person he is and his gf is bc how do you expect someone to give up their pet of almost a decade just because she doesn’t get along with your cat…and how do you give up your cat that you’ve had for 9 years for a girl you’ve known for barely a year lol. Also knowing him and I have talked numerous times about how shitty people are that give their pets up for stupid reasons just fuels my rage even more. If I would’ve known he was this useless of a human being I would’ve just taken her to begin with and figured it out, but now I have to spend weeks reintroducing her to the cats and hoping they can get along, not to mention stressing about me being a single cat mom of 3, 2 was already a lot 😅 But I also knew if I had taken her he would’ve found some way to twist me doing that and making me out to be this horrible person who took his cats lol. He already had the audacity to make it seem like i left him with nothing once we broke up? Like literally had his friends parents coming into my job telling me they heard i fucked him over and left him with nothing? When in reality I just took what was mine lmfaoo? Like me leaving him wasn’t just the consequences of his own actions and he was a willing participant??

Also he’s made this cat his entire personality ever since he got her, she was the last thing that was truly his outside of his new relationship and then he gives her away like nothing. So if/when him and this girl break up and she kicks him out is he going to victimize himself again and cry about how she left him with nothing?? He already lost half of his (real) friends because they know he’s full of shit and the majority of people in his life hate her for reasons of their own lmfao but i just do not understand the cognitive dissonance like does he not realize he does this to himself? I’m sure he’ll have no problem finding another weird bitch to take him in if that happens but bro do some self reflection that’s literally sucha waste of a life i cannot imagine having to hop from person to person and not having an identity of ur own

and i hate feeling like i made his life easier in anyway by taking her while also willingly making my life harder or validating the feeling that i consistently have to bail him out of shit even outside of our relationship but i really did this for Wiz because I don’t want her being pawned off to some random person and then wondering if she’s okay. It’s also fucking hilarious bc he would always joke that she was my least favorite cat/that i didn’t love her as much as the others lmfao yet he was willing to give her away to some random ass person and now i have her

anyways i have so much peace of mind now that all my babies r with me, and i no longer have to worry about them being cared for, so i really don’t give a fuck about what happens to him from here on out. <3

[quietlyblooms]

so i'm definitely going to work on that headcanon meme bc it's time to yap about chiyo, and after that i might start writing out chiyo's a.rcane verse? at least a rough outline if not a lil blurb to give a feel for the verse as i tend to do. i'm also gonna casually rewatch a.rcane to see which characters really jump out at me, but if anyone has a preference for who they'd like to see me write, pls let me know!! i'm gonna add anyone i decide to pick up to @tvrningout as test muses and go from there. so altogether!! i have three tasks i wanna work on tonight, and hopefully i can actually get them all done!