#hope you are too

[talk-danmei-to-me]

Apparently 2025 is going to be the year of me writing overly long self indulgent meta and I’m kinda here for it.

[t1meslayer]

Gearing up for tomorrow

[marblesarelost]

Update

Damn, it's been a while.

See, I have to get off Tumblr periodically and stay off for a while because unfortunately Tumblr can suck up all of my attention, leaving me with no time in which to actually, you know, work or anything. So when I disappear, dear friends, don't think I'm gone forever. It's just going to be a long break.

Since last I left you, I've been through court reporter school; the only thing I have left for said school is what's called a live mock, which is where a bunch of people pretend to be giving a deposition in which I have to keep up with what everyone's saying and make annotations.

I also am in ... limbo of sorts ... with a court reporting company, waiting to take and pass a live mock with them so I can actually start work. If any of you need a job, can type at a decent rate, and have no problems sitting for a long time, I highly recommend you check out The Court Reporting Academy; they have scholarships available if you're willing to do five jobs at a lower rate than normal, and once you pass, you can make really good money. Like, really good. I know of two court reporting agencies that are paying upwards of $30 an hour, and you can work from home.

So the biggest news is that @Palaquinn and I are living together now in a house. A house that we are buying. That's big news, you guys. The kids are all getting along pretty well, and while we still have boxes everywhere, we're all doing okay.

I'm about to start doing DDPY again, specifically his Kneehab program, because my knees keep getting worse. It wasn't so bad this time last year, but a year of living on the third floor walkup did not help them. That being said, it was my only recourse at that time, and it was a good apartment complex; never had any problem with the landlord or the neighbors, and God bless my downstairs neighbors patience with the fact that both my children walk like elephants.

Bee is doing well; they went to Chicago this summer to the SAIC Young Artists Program or whatever it's called, and they had a great time. They also earned two college credits doing it. I'm proud of them for so many things; they were able to navigate the streets of a very large city by themself, they were able to handle the activities of daily life by themself. Sometimes that can be challenging for them, so I'm proud.

Bonus Kiddo is doing well; they seem to be much more accepting of me these days, which is great, and they even let me hug them sometimes, which is awesome.

Palaquinn is, as always, amazing. I don't know what I'd do without him, it's one of those loves where you don't know how you breathed without them before. Going on two years now and we still have yet to have a fight, which really shouldn't surprise me but does; but I've grown and matured over my years, and we get along and have the same outlook on so many things, it shouldn't surprise me. I still do my best to court him the way he should be courted, the way he always should have been courted, I do my best to remind him of how much he means to me and how deeply I love him just for being who he is. He brings me sunshine every moment of my days.

Football Boy is now learning how to be, of all things, a banker. He's working for a bank here in the area and will eventually be able to do the junior banker type things, he's got his own little area and while he's still training, he's more than just a teller already, though he can do a teller's job as well.

All in all, we're all doing pretty well out here; I'm not looking forward to the winter because I've been assured that this last winter was mild, and to me it definitely was NOT, but maybe I'll be more accustomed to it this year. I'm still going to be surprised if it snows four inches on Halloween, though.

Speaking of Halloween, Bee wants to be, of all characters, Carrie from Stephen King's Carrie. Dear Lord. So we need to get to work shopping for that outfit soon.

As evidenced from my post the other day, I still miss Earthshaker; but i know he is always with me, in his own way. I will never, ever, doubt the existence of life after death again -- I had a couple of experiences this last summer that I cannot explain at all, and I know it was him. I just know. So Earthshaker, as always, pray for us, pray for me.

So in other words, TL;dr, we're all doing really well. We're blessed. We're blessed beyond comprehension. And I hope with all my heart that if you are reading this, that you are blessed as well.

(And seriously if you need work, look into The Court Reporting Academy. Patti is darling, and scholarships are pretty easy to get.)

[sunniques]

Is she cooking right now 🤨 even if you're not, I hope you're doing okay <3

cooking like Gordon Ramsey 👀

[cutebutalsostabby]

How you doing?

Uhh good I think? Thanks for asking.

...

*Reads question*

*This is one of those social cue things isn't it*

*Complex maths*

*Detailed internal review of tangentially relevant social conduct legislation and case law*

*Hold on does Internet social etiquette operate under common law or civil law?*

*Both?* *Neither?*

*Confusion*

*Wait am I overthinking it*

[kithtaehyung]

Hey hope you’re doing well!🤗 wanted to say that I just randomly read the description for hot boy drummer and it’s given me the will to live‼️😨😨😨 (alongside with everything else you have created)

AHHHHHH oh my god you mentioned the drummer!jk fic we have in motion👀 someday lol but yeahhhhh hilariously enough, I already imagined blue hair for that koo bc he had blue hair back then. So. This is gonna be him😩🦋

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

WIP EXCERPT

I run my hands over my face, try to keep tears from soaking cheeks. With a gulp I train my gaze on the floor. “Dalton… is this really bad,” I whisper. “I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this.”

My brother takes deep breaths, drumming his fingers on rock hard abs as he compiles his thoughts. I know he only wants to be honest, but what truth is he going to tell me today? He has so many options, it’s hard to know which one will grace my ears when he speaks.

It looks like he’s trying to keep himself together before his lips finally part. “The truth? Yes, this is very, very bad. I don’t know what they’re going to find, but I know you. They don’t. I’ll help you talk to the lawyers. I know they claimed to have evidence of you in the building right before the explosion, but I haven’t seen the security footage. I’m not sure they would allow me to view it. Dad hasn’t seen it yet, as far as I know. Your lawyer is trying to talk to them, to see if we can see at least some of it, to know what we’re dealing with for the trial. When we get it… I’m not sure I want Dad to be there. I want it to be just us… because if it’s as bad as they said… I know he’ll give you hell for it. He’ll destroy you.”

So he doesn’t know what to do, either. That’s just great. We’re navigating an unknown task, all by ourselves. What if we could somehow get my dad to come around? I know how he’s been since my release, so it’s a slim chance… but he’s my dad. I have to at least try. I know that somewhere, deep down, he still sees me as his little girl, his pride and joy. But what am I going to have to do to convince him that she’s still here? What strings will I have to pull for him to even stand to look at me again?

My mug is empty now. I fill it with water and set it in the sink, closing my eyes as the caffeine hits. Then, something hits me like a ton of bricks to my chest. I slam my hands over my ears, closing my eyes in a futile attempt to block the pressure, the pain that only grows.

My cup falls into the trashcan, the sweetness of the vanilla and caramel still fresh on my tongue. I cherish the sweetness as I wave goodbye to the baristas, heading for the door. Then, I blink once, twice. And everything around me is different.

Red and blue lights. Commotion. People are running. Screaming. I don’t know what’s going on, but they do. What happened? How did I get to the museum? I don’t remember leaving the coffee shop at all. In fact… I’m not even sure I went anywhere after I stepped out that door. Heart racing, I scamper away from the sink, then turn on my heel and sprint out to the balcony, desperate to have fresh air touch my skin. A few coughs and sobs escape from my throat, and I don’t even try to stifle them. I don’t care about that. All I want to do is figure this out, if my peers will help, and whatever enemies I’ve made will let me.  

[artxmisery]

hypnosis is so hot i really wish it worked on me,, making me do whatever you want,, making my brain all dumb and fuzzy and pliable,,, changing the way i act and think to be exactly how you want,,,, giving me triggers so you can have me whenever you want,,, ghhhh

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[smoosie]

(Which arm, Viktor, huh ? Which one ??)

They were not a couple so, Jayce (who had a very bad day and just wanted to hug it out) proceeded to freak out, backed out of the lab and never mentioned it again but, Astral Viktor, that mf ? He'd be delighted to remind Jayce of that moment in time, of that missed call and watch him die from embarrassment and resentment over himself

(I'm glad they've never beaten the gay allegations and never will)

[gongyussy]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[sprocketsciencer]

Happy September 7th to those who celebrate.

[isjasz]

[mob killing noises] BAM!!!!1111!!

[cozylittleartblog]

cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes

just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks

there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.

edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.

#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite

[uty-confessions]

twinsies on the mental breakdown but fella lift ur head up ur cowboy hat is falling 🤗 -cranon (/light hearted, hope ur okay)

[hansoeii]