#horrible night

[bxcktovampyrs]

DIARY ENTRY 2

Oh my god I had the worst night ever but it was like not that bad? I sound so overdramatic and weird right now, I’m super drunk.

But, I met this dude at a music festival the other day and he’s like mid attractive but hella confident so he’s sexy yk and anyway I met him only bc I saw this rly hot girl at the festival and I went and asked for her number cuz she had such amazing vibes and then she introduced me to the people she was hanging out w and he happened to be one of them.

We hung out for like an hour (we being the group) and then I left and he and i did exchange info but it wasn’t in a flirty way, or I didn’t think it was? I didn’t get those vibes at least, and I made it clear I was interested in the girl.

Well anyway today he messaged me asking how my day was going and i was like yeah it’s fine haha and we texted a little and then he was like I totally wanna do a movie night w you sometime. And i was like um oh ok haha …. idk im pretty busy and then he was like well are you free tn? and i idk i was like yeah i am, lol and he was like ok i can get some pizza and we can watch a movie.

so anyway ig my survival skills finally decided to slowly kick in in the worst way possible and i was like yeah sure! but lemme bring my best friend. (wow genius, what the fuck is she gonna do she’s barely 100lbs soaking wet) but hey idk it made me feel better she was there. so i brought her and we went to his house. and ate pizza n watched the minions and drank wine.

sounds great right??? NOPE! the way this man wouldn’t stop hitting on me OPENLY. like it was so bad. he was like wow you have such sexy legs. and i was like um ok thx. and he kept bringing up sexual topics and making sex jokes which was so weird and they were so directed. he was at one point like, the hottest women are tall women. (i’m 6’) and i was like oh ok haha. and he was like idk it’s not a dommy mommy thing for me, i just love the challenge of getting a tall woman. WHO SAYS THAT WHAT

and he later straight up was like wow you’re so snatched, sorry i can’t look at you i’ll get a boner. HE WASNT JOKING

he wasn’t joking

he like hid his dick for the next four minutes

it was rly awkward

i’m gonna kill myself that was horrible

he drove us home and then after he dropped us off he like lingered before leaving which was so weird and then he texted me this weird text about how he’s super attracted to both of us and sorry if he made us uncomfy. and then he told me wanted to give me head.

like

said that

to me

what

the

fuck

ok diary, i’m gonna go jump off a bridge bye

[goldensunset]

did you know? if you do your laundry you can get your clothes back

[spyres]

[angel-in-your-basement]

Just a reminder that aftercare can mean the difference between someone feeling safe, satisfied and sexy after a scene, and feeling shamed, gross and at worst, traumatized. Sex is a vulnerable thing for everyone, and no matter how casual, people deserve respect before, during and after. Dom or sub, kinky or not, take good care of your partners! The emotions are more important than the sex.

[luyo-mi]

Never drawing again

[egg-baby-official]

There's no way FnaF came out ten years ago.... I feel so old

[l0stvegas]

About twoish years ago I had this completely inscrutable dream where there was a new cardinal direction (like north, east, west, south) that suddenly started existing and was basically east but on a different directional plane. The name of the dimension/direction called “Crust”.

The way the Crust functioned was that the laws of physics changed where approximately 1 out of every 100 times something attempted to move east as relative to a compass, you’d accidentally cross into the Crust plane and be caught in a weird limbo dimension where your surroundings were a forever-looping snippet of whatever you last saw before entering the Crust. Think of how the infinite stairs in Super Mario 64 or how looping backgrounds in old cartoons like The Flintstones worked. Except, the further you descended into the Crust, the more your surroundings would gradually saturate and grow brighter until you were left with solid opaque white surroundings, and you would completely lose your sense of time and direction if you progressed too far.

This was an issue because the only way to escape the Crust was to move extremely fast westward and hope you could break “through” the crust back into regular reality, and you had to do so through the approximate point you entered the Crust. Some people would travel into the Crust for minutes or hours at a time not realizing they were in the Crust until they were inconveniently far from their starting point. There were even a few individuals who got presumably permanently lost in the Crust when they descended too far in to know how to navigate to their return point.

It got to a level where people in the dream were creating weird, deep-fried memes about how the Crust ruined their commute to work, which @/solsticeinstars and @/morrighancorbel on Twitter tried to make recreations of based on my description. There would be school classes cancelled because their teacher got Crusted and they couldn’t find a substitute in time, or truckers that went missing because they got Crusted while on their route and, tired from the road, didn’t realize they were in it until the point of no return.

I have nothing else to add this dream just haunts me and I needed to share it here

[repressedgaymer]

I saw a beautiful photo on pinterest and my rpf brain went wild, i also studied paul's handwriting while doing that stupid photo caption. the lengths the artist will go to be accurate

[blorbocedes]

ppl mad at lando for saying he still gets nervous before quali and can't eat all Sunday cause nervy from the pressure, cause this isn't champion mentality cause you won't hear schumacher/hamilton/max saying it, or that he's sympathy baiting in the fastest car... but like. James Hunt would vomit before races. Nico only compulsively ate potatoes on Sunday. it's a nerve wracking sport! why does the champion/winning mentality only have be in 1 form (that is stringently stereotypically masculine)?

[electricfied-wolf]

THEY'RE JUST KIDS. THEY'RE JUST LITTLE FELLAS. I LOVE THEM ALL 💖💖💖

[divineandmajesticinone]

4 MINUTES (2024) I EP. 6 & EP. 7 "You're still afraid of dogs."

[clonecaptains]

IWC SCHAFFHAUSEN CELEBRATES THE 75TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE “BLUE ANGELS®” ↳ Glen Powell | 2021

[weirdglassthing]

Posting more of my ouaw fanart here because I think I’d die if I shared it on the discord and one of the party members saw it.

Some guys

Some husbands

0 impulse control

[bluebellowl]

He's rigged!!

Well, not completely, the face is still missing. His eyes are still cold and dead. Let's see if I can change that.

I could stop now

buuuut

I could also go further and learn how to animate him!

Till then I got some spoOooky lighting for ya

When I've done his face and he's fully rigged I wanna make a douplicate and make Ingo. This way I don't have to do everything twice.

In the end I wanna have a walk cycle for both of them. Really show how their different halves of a full software update shows in their manner of movement.

Part 3 - Part 5

[timethehobo]

Love drawing rain scenes tbh.

[shushmal]

Eddie shakes the foundations of Steve's world on a Sunday evening, at 6:44 p.m.

Steve knows the exact moment because he's standing at the stove, stirring pasta sauce and watching the time to make sure the garlic bread in the oven doesn't burn. It's June and it's hot, and they've got all the windows thrown open to let in a cool breeze. Eddie's sitting at the little kitchen table, probably messing with his D&D game notes, Steve would guess because he's focused on making dinner so it's ready when Wayne gets back from his shift. The three of them will eat together tonight, like they have Sundays past since April, a new little tradition that Steve's always craved to be a part of.

Except, when he turns, after Eddie speaks, he finds Eddie leaned back in his chair, like he's been watching Steve the entire time.

But before that, Eddie says, "I'm in love with you."

Steve stops stirring. The numbers on the stove tell him that it's 6:44 p.m. If he looks, the calendar would tell him it's a Sunday in June. And Eddie just told Steve that he was in love with him.

The numbers change—6:45 p.m.

Slowly, like he's moving through water, Steve turns, looks at Eddie over his shoulder, finds him leaned back, watching, smiling soft and wistful. Steve turns a little more, looking closer.

Has anyone ever looked at Steve like that before?

Eddie's eyes are bright, round and relaxed, as he gazes at Steve, those pretty lips curled up just right, a happy little smile. He doesn't say anything, even though there's only silence between them now. The sauce on the stove simmers, bubbles rising through the thickness to pop in shushed bursts. Steve drops his spoon.

"What?" he asks, turning further now. Steve's bread is going to burn under the broiler and his sauce is going to be scorched if he doesn't focus. He doesn't know what time it is anymore.

"I'm in love with you," Eddie says, again. That smile grows a little more. "I'm so in love with you, Steve Harrington."

And Steve is good at moving on instinct, good at chasing the ball down, good at finding himself in the right spot to make the right decision. He moves now, floats across the little kitchen, until he's in front of Eddie, leaning down, breathing his air, tasting his lips—

Their dinner burns.