#i cant work where i do after august

[despite-everything]

my birthday is on sunday and im trying so hard to think of what i'd like to do, especially since my very best friends have set aside the day to spend with me, but i'm in the middle of this horrific depressive episode and i don't want to do anything but my lease is up exactly one week later then i'll soon be moving away from all of my friends and i logically understand how important it is to see the people i love at this time but i don't. want. to.

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

whyy are concerts so expensive and not close to me ಠ╭╮ಠ

[factual-fantasy]

29 Asks! Thank you! :}} 🚗

My rule of "no fanart" applies to fanfics as well. I have now updated my pinned posts FAQ to address this 😌

(Referencing this post)

XDD I'm glad! :}}}

Oof- sorry! No alcohol for us thanks! 😅 But hey- thanks for the offer! :)

@dunkudunk

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MCUH!!! 😭😭💞💞💞

@elegysonnet

My favorite ancient Cookie is prooobably Pure Vanilla.. and my favorite beast is probably Mystic flour 👀👀

(Link in ask)

NIRAMIIIIII I will absorb this advice thank you 🫡🫡🫡

Something tells me he shouldn't be trusted with a tool that powerful/valuable <XDD

I'm considering the paid drawing requests more and more.. thank you for this ask. I'll keep it all in mind! :}}}

..Thank yuuu.... 🥺💖e

@thesweetishfish

XD That's actually very sweet and reassuring, thank you!🥰

Keeping this all in mind, thank you very much! :}}

(In response to this post)

NOOOOO DON'T TAKE MY TABLET I NEED HER 😭😭😭

@digi-vie

Aww XDDD love the chaotic bag gremlin. And the second one is so beautiful!🥰Thank you! :))

@starrygirldrawsx3

I've been thinking about watching TFP connected shows on and off.. maybe I'll give them a go after I finish Prime..? But aaaa idk.. not having Bulk, Miko and Ratchet around would be such a bummer 😭💔💔

Honestly a paid requests thing sounds great. I've had many times where I've dealt with artblock and turned to peoples suggestions for help. If I could work out a system for that.. I think I'd be much more comfortable giving commissions a go. <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Bibi and Cici birthday post) (Webtoon OC post)

Howdy, thank you so much. <:) I'm hoping my Ko-fi does start to rake in some money overtime. I really don't want to have to do commissions.💔

As for their birthdays... uhhhh I'm having a hard time remembering the dates. I have it written done somewhere I'm sure.. I know that Gerald's is somewhere in April, and Jangles is in August. I'll have to go find those dates again-

Also thank you! :DD I'm so glad you like my OCs! :))) So far what I had in mind for those two was.. well, you might need some context first actually-

The general idea for that webcomic was that it all takes place inside the broken mind of a comatose girl. (This cliché plot is what made me drop it rather quick) But anyways- so all the characters in this world are based on things in her real life.

The clown character is meant to be apart of a species of clowns. They're shapeshifters of sorts. And the shadowy figure is his true form/a beast that he can transform into if needed. This clown character is supposed to be her minds version of her dad. Someone one who always made her laugh and was very friendly. But was also very capable of protecting her.

Now the owl... I was thinking that one night before she fell into her coma.. she saw a barn owl outside her bedroom window. But due to the surrounding darkness, she could only see its head. She ended up feeling like/imagining that all the darkness out there around it was its body.

So now in her dream scape, this black shapeshifting beast stalks the group from afar. Contorting its body into various shadowy bugs and furry creatures. But always keeping its owl face...

He only knows as much as I do, So unfortunately I'd say no 😅 I'm unfamiliar with Skeletor. But Papyrus on the other hand...👀

Woof 💀 this is why I'm just sticking with Transformers: Prime 😅There's too much to keep track of!

A much as it brings me down, yes. I'd like to be notified in hopes I can have it taken down. 😔 Also thank you! :)

(Link in ask)

I see no issue with this XD

Are they bringing ibuprofen? :(

@milk-powrit

Some characters will stay evil and will have no redemption. For example Silas, Airachnid and Megatron will see no redemption. And I cant see any world where TFP Soundwave would work with the Autobots.. same thing with Starscream and his brothers.

As for most of those dramatic battles and moments, most of it will be remedied by "they actually survived the fight and got a second chance."😅

@tango-o-mango

My favorite bot character is Ratchet :)) but Bulkhead is a very close second. I just cant help but love the grumpy old bot. He pretends to not like the kids and be annoyed by the others antics. But the truth is his spark is full of nothing but love and dedication to his team. And he would give up everything he is/has to protect any of them. 🧡

My favorite human characterrr..... well, usually its Miko, but only when she's being really sweet/cute with Bulkhead. "I'll never forget you.." "I wanna be just like you Bulk!" "I cant Bulk, I gotta get you outa here!" "We cant leave Bulkhead! "(Run Miko!) Miko's brow frows and she tears up"

But aside from those moments she can get on my nerves sometimes <XD So for that reason I think Jack is my favorite human character. He never gets on my nerves and I like how much he's matured over the series.

Now favorite duo... ooo that's a good question. It'll have to beeee... uhhh.. man. Its a tough pick. I like Ratchet and Optimus, Bulkhead and Wheeljack are always fun.. but man, Bulkhead and Miko just hits different.

Arcee: "A scout must be silent but deadly" (Miko and Bulk both snicker and laugh). "That's my girl!" "I'm never leaving your side again.." The two of them together just makes my heart swell 😭💞💞

Also thank you! I hope you have a wonderful day as well! :))

@friedfishilove

AAA THANK YU SO MUCH!! :DDD

Also unfortunately, no.😔 There's been no such healing. 1 year later and I'm still battling this condition with no cure in sight. I'm at my wits end if I'm being honest.

@imafrealinrainbow478484

My only thought is "Why do those humans look nothing like Mario?? 💀"

I've heard of Earthspark, and while I've heard some good things about it.. I've also seen some not so good things. I think I'll just stick with Transformers Prime <:D

Yeah I was surprised that "Orion" wasn't more shocked and devastated at being told that his dear friend Ratchet and him were at war. And for this long..

I wish we had a moment where Ratchet got to explain everything to him. Or better yet- can you imagine if Orion was told all this horrible stuff about Ratchet, and then somehow he has a brief encounter with Ratchet? Maybe he was on the battle field and saw Ratchet in the distance, gingerly helping Bee to his feet.

Then they lock optics, and Ratchet looks devastated. His optics are full of worry and sorrow. The way he protectively shields Bee from gunfire.. he just cant see the blood thirst war criminal that Megatron described.

Maybe after that he would start to really become suspicious of Megatron and start to figure things out..

@jade-green-butterfly

Thank you <:) I wish the same for you! :))

@wolfie-777

Judging by your name, I'd say make it a wolf XDDD

[sitp-recs]

currently reading a hpdm war fic where draco is absolutely useless. and i cant have that. so. do you perhaps have any recs for magically powerful draco? not necessarily powerful, but yknow. useful. 😭. thank you so much

I most certainly have, anon! Love me a competent and useful Draco 🤌🏼 I hope you enjoy these, I also have a spy!Draco list that might fit your request.

The Slytherin Urn by ICMezzo (E, 4.6k)

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Wield Me by tackytiger (E, 10k)

Draco Malfoy, blacksmith, is renowned through the magical world for his skill and exquisite creations. He could quite easily spend the rest of his days making pretty trinkets for the fae court, and being handsomely rewarded for the privilege.

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by Tessa Crowley (E, 10k)

Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he's wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can't.

This Unexpected Windfall by mindabbles (E, 11k)

Harry doesn’t like it when Draco is called in to work one of his cases. No. He doesn’t like it at all — at least that’s what he tells himself.

Yours Truly by skeptique (M, 15k)

Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all.

Countdown by dysonrules (M, 15k)

When the Wizarding world is plagued by random outbreaks of Dark Magic, the Ministry assigns Curse-Breakers to assist Auror teams on their missions. Harry shouldn't be surprised when Draco Malfoy is assigned to his team, but is Malfoy a Curse-Breaker, or a curse-bringer?

The Pain From an Old Wound, anon (T, 30k)

Getting hit with a mysterious blood curse is all in a day’s work for Harry Potter. Having to work with his former colleague, rival, bully, and boyfriend, is not. Harry’s not sure which is going to do him in first: the curse sucking his magic dry, or Draco Malfoy, as frustrating, condescending, and painfully attractive as he’s always been.

measures of our days and nights by flimsy (E, 40k)

Draco returns to London to help the Ministry decipher a spell, but things aren’t quite as simple as they seem.

Heal Thyself by astolat (T, 47k)

"Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.” “What course?” Draco said, then, “No, don’t be ridiculous,” when he realized she meant the notice pinned up on the board he’d been staring at: Applicants To The Introductory Mediwizard Course For The Coming Term Shall Present Themselves In The Chief Mediwizard’s Office By August 24th.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (E, 54k)

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

Reparations by Saras_Girl (E, 87k)

Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

Any Instrument by dicta_contrion (E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

[pedrosgrogu]

Born Too Late: Chapter 14

pairing/au: neighbor!joel x reader // no outbreak

Warnings: None

Summary: You agree to babysit Sarah until you move. Your summer full of love and fun from the sweet 10 year old. But all good things must come to an end, and someone is fucking heartbroken about it.

a/n: so sorry this is a) so fucking late and b) such a filler. just trying to get back into the swing and also get to the good shit :P i literally do not know what to do or where to go w this fic. like i do but don’t. anyways i graduate in a few weeks so should be able to post more frequently after. xoxoxo thanks to everyone that still reads even with my inconsistent ass updates.

ps i didnt proof bc its 12am and im exhausted sorrryyyyy in advance.

boarders: @evansyhelp

Chapter 13 - Masterlist - Chapter 15 (coming soon)

Joel stands up and walks to the kitchen, your eyes following him. The fridge door opens and a metal cap clinks onto the counter, echoing through the house. He keeps his back to you, standing against the island staring out the kitchen window into the pitch black outside. 

Not a sound heard from either of you with the exception of Joel's occasional sniff. 

“Joel I-”

“No” he says gently, taking a swig of his beer. 

“It’s fine. She can come to the office with me, and stay in the truck or something at job sites. I'll figure it out. I always have.” He says, using his middle finger to brush the tears from underneath his eyes.  

“Please let me finish.” You say, your eyes meeting his. 

“I'm not moving until August, I can keep her this summer. I didn’t really plan on doing anything anyways.” I pause, taking a deep breath, taking in the weight of the energy in the room.

 “Plus, that gives me time to tell her.”

Joel rounds the island in the kitchen, stopping at the edge of it. His eyes full of something, but I cant tell what. 

“Yeah. That’ll work. Start next Monday? My hours are all over the place now since the weather is consistently nicer, but if there's any issues just call me. Feel free to do whatever, errands and the like.” He sighs, his voice cracking every other word. 

“Sounds good Joel. See you Monday.” I say, my voice barely breaking the sound barrier. I grab my bag without looking at him and walk out the door. Knowing his tears will trigger something in you that you can’t deal with right now. 

Every day this summer with Sarah has been an adventure. You guys have watched so many movies that you consider both of you film connoisseurs, you’ve gone to the zoo, the library, the waterpark. Anything you can think of to do with her. Anything to keep the normalcy you have with her for the few short months you’re with her.

The weekends have been even better. You met a nice guy named Nick at a coffeeshop downtown. He was coming out the door when you were going in and bumped into you. Spilling his iced coffee all down your shirt. You wanted to be mad but when he looked up, his piercing green eyes captivated you. And then he spoke, his voice deep and smooth, an accent from up North proving he wasn’t from around here. All that to say, you guys have been seeing each other for about 2 months now and it’s been going great. You’ve been on multiple dates and have shared many quiet nights in each other’s beds. No sex yet, you’re trying to take things slow, and he doesn’t seem to mind.

On the last day before you move, you make your way to Joels and use the key under the flowerpot to let yourself in. You never put it on your keyring. The aroma of coffee and cedar filling your sinuses, you hang your bag on the hook by the door and kick your shoes off.

“Dad she’s here!” you hear from upstairs. A pitter patter of little feet running down the stairs. Sarah runs at you, almost knocking you down.

“Today can we please please PLEASE go to the library? I finished my Boxcar Children book this weekend and need the next one from the series! I'm trying to finish before I go back to school.” She asks excitedly.

“Well, I guess since you asked SO nicely... I don’t see why not! I'm proud of you for finishing already! What was that? 3 days?” I ask, crouching beside her and pulling her close.

If there’s anyone or anything I’m going to miss, its Sarah and her hugs.

“How about some breakfast and a shower, and then you can go, okay? Library doesn’t open for another couple hours anyways.” you hear Joel say, his voice bellowing from upstairs.

“He’s right kiddo. Let’s get some food and a good shower before we go anywhere.” You guide

Sarah toward the kitchen, getting a bowl out of the cabinet and the milk from the fridge.

“So how was your weekend, aside from what sounds like some intense reading?” You ask her. Genuinely curious, as Joels truck was gone all weekend, and no one seemed to go in or out of the house.

“It was good. Dad took me to see Uncle Tommy and we went swimming and played lots of games and ate lots of ice cream.” She smiles, grabbing her bowl of cereal out from in front of me and sitting at the island.

It’s late when Joel gets home, way later than usual. The jobsite is over an hour away and Everything was all backed up today. He’s pissed. His last night to see you, to hear your voice, to drag on conversation just to keep you in his house a little longer, ruined by lazy fucks on the jobsite.  

He walks in and you and Sarah are nowhere to be seen. His heart sinks, your car is at your house and the door was locked.

His feet wander up the stairs to Sarahs room, but theres no Sarah. He feels like he could puke. “Sarah?” He calls out, with no response.

“SARAH?!” He says louder, anxiety panging his voice.

He hears a noise come from his room and he runs, slamming the door open.

The bedside table light emitting a soft orange glow. Sarahs body is being swallowed by the comforter and you’re on top of them, holding her head in your arms. Both of you sound asleep. Your light snores lulling each other.

Tears pang his tired eyes. Relief and anxiety at the forefront of his emotions. Fuck. His heart tears a little at the sight, you in his bed again, cradling his baby.

He sighs, gently scooping Sarah up and taking her to her room. Placing a light kiss on her forehead as he tucks her back into her bed.

When he comes back in, you’ve grabbed his pillow and are clutching it between your arms for dear life, drool slowly pooling in the corner of it. He walks over to you, careful to move slowly and quietly. He rubs his fingers across your lips, trying to remember what they felt like on his own.

You begin to stir and his hand darts back to his side.

“Hey sweet girl” he says quietly, his voice gravely.

You stretch, your eyes fluttering open to see Joel standing beside you.

“Hey” you mutter, still trying to wake up, reaching for Sarah.

“Wheres Sar-“ you sit up, rubbing your eyes, your heart racing.

“Hey, hey. She’s alright, I just put her back in her bed.” I start to reach for your hand to help you up but decide against it. Not wanting to push the boundaries you set.

“She had a bad dream, wanted you but you weren’t home yet. I told her I'd lay with her in here and I guess we both fell asleep. Beds too damn comfortable, it forces you to sleep” You say laughing, looking at the floor.

The silence in the air thick, like the humidity on a midsummer day.

You stand up, looking at Joel for what feels like the first time in years.

“I.. I leave Sunday. But I’ll come back over and say bye before I go, if you guys will be home?” You ask, heading toward the bedroom door.

Joels eyes follow you, longingly.

“Yeah, we should be here” he says, his tone soft and meaningful, his brown eyes wet and dark.

“Okay, I’ll see you guys’ Sunday. I’ll text you before I head over.” You say, pulling the door open.

“And Joel?” you look behind you

“Hm?” he says, his eyes heavy and his voice barely audible.

“Thank you. For everything.” You say, smiling back at him, pulling the bedroom door closed behind you as you head to the front door, ready to prepare for your new chapter.

[extranenas]

well the Olympics just ended, but what do you think about a kylian mbappe scenario where he's dating someone who is an athlete who is competing in the Olympics

miss let down

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

genre: angst to fluff

plot: you always wanted to be the greatest- the girl who always wanted to be the best of the best- but when you finally get to prove yourself to the world in track- you failed miserably in your eyes…

extra: again for the sake of the story, reader was born in the us just so we have an idea of like what team she is and such (citizen ship wise yk actual ethnicity not specified) lowkey i had to make up some french players for the storyline😭😭😭

masterlist

august 3rd 2024 would be the death of you. the biggest day in your entire life and what you worked up to for… 4 years…? spending that time for a good 10 seconds of your life that meant too much.

something that would determine if you really what you thought you were.

you were going against huge names- your teammate sha’carri richardson who was the fastest woman in the world and the famous jamaican runners who were known for dominating that iconic red and white track.

and then there was just you- a girl who managed to pass through the trials and made the 2024 olympic team. crazy thing how the biggest celebrator of your accomplishment was your boyfriend though.

throwing a small party for you and everything because of making the team while usually its you celebrating him cause of well… hes probably becoming the best right now winning soccers biggest trophy at only 18, getting into probably one of the biggest- if not the hugest club in the world, and breaking records on records.

and you were over here competing against his national teams track team before finals on his countries on soil (which you hope he didnt take too personally)

you dont even really remember how you two met cause it was such a blur. it went by so fast!

“everyone knows that track is so much easier than football ky. its like… common knowledge! i mean come on- they just run around in circles for like… 20 seconds or whatever.”

“dont say that man… i mean if you tried it would you actually… complete it?”

“nah.”

“then why- ok dude.”

a then 19 year old kylian got up from the pitch he sat on. they currently were preparing for the upcoming world cup the year following and of course, an ambitious kylian wanted to touch that golden trophy.

he walked around the pitch and saw the players he seen every day just talking or laying down after a day of rough practice in that summer heat france was known for- other than pastries and such. he soon stopped by and went onto his phone in which one of his younger friends went up to him and did what kylian did.

“did you hear? about that united states team being in france right now.”

“what, what for?”

“some track tour or whatever- look.”

he soon shoved the phone in kylians hand which showed the news headline saying what he said.

“where are they training?”

“here dude!”

“what? here? they cant find somewhere else or…”

“no. theyre gonna be on the whole other side though so im guessing its fine man. i dont know.”

kylians eyebrow raised- sharing a centre with a track team? that doesnt make much sense.

-

the day came where the track runners finally arrived and got to the field where they started condition. of course those two being the curious men they were- decided they wanted to go see the team. they constantly bickered on whether or not they should go- even with the reminder if they did and they got caught snooping- 250 push ups would be needed for about 2 days.

and they still went.

they saw the team and were somewhat disappointed on what they saw.

“wheres all the running? this is bullshit dude! i thought they would like- i dont know run cause theyre apparently the best or whatever… those damn americ-“

kylian immediately stopped him and went quiet.

“i hear someone man. shut up real quick.”

they nodded and turned around to see a girl in the track uniform standing and looking at them.

“who are you guys?”

that day was probably one of the greatest ever for kylian- meeting the love of his life cause he got caught snooping. now he watched her grow into a professional and is now running on the track to win a gold medal.

he sat in the crowd with a shirt of her face on it with a huge smile- waiting for the signal so the girls could start running

finally it rung out- and all you saw was 11 girls blasting off and running for their damn life for a 100m race. one of them being immediately spotted cause of her hair kylian helped choose out before she left.

she ran for her life- going ahead of nieta before running behind again- soon regaining speed and going back up.

8 seconds past by until 9 hit… then 10. finally someone hit first. and it wasnt ___… she still ran and got 3rd place. stopping as she crossed the finish line with a frown as tears welled up in her eyes.

‘bronze? i got bronze?’

kylian noticed- immediately keeping it in mind.

she walked out of the stadium after receiving that bronze medal- headphones in with a defeated look before getting tackled by kylian.

“amour! you did so good!”

“stop ky… im tired.”

“but its true! you did great- i mean bronze at your first olympics? who else can do that?”

“carri’ got silver on hers kylian! its her first too! i wanted gold not bronze- i worked too hard for just bronze!”

kylians face fell as he got quiet, immediately hugging her.

“you still did great amour- i don’t understand why you feel other wise. i get losing is hard but its inevitable! you need loses to win ___ trust me.”

“yea you say that cause you lost the world cup two years ago even though you won it already.”

“youre missing the point here.”

“sorry.”

“look all im saying is that you shouldnt be so hard on yourself cause you didnt get what you exactly wanted- you still ran- you still placed- be proud ___! you worked too hard for this.”

she looked at him with a small smile, finally taking in her win.

“do you want to wear it then?”

“yes- definitely.”

she laughed as she placed the medal around his neck- finding solace in this situation.

[jeonjcngkook]

time to go;

this may or may not come as a surprise to some but now feels like the time for jeonjcngkook to come to a stop after 4 years.

back in august, i had made the decision to put a hold on writing for personal reasons. by doing so it has given me an opportunity to expand my horizons outside of living on a screen to be more involved with real life. ive had many thoughts of coming back to writing, but at the end of the day, being on tumblr around negativity isnt healthy and tumblrs blocking system is useless because they'll always appear again through reblogs etc. the truth be told, the fun of writing has been sucked away until it is left to bleed dry. lately, tumblr has been made to feel more harmful than homely.

i cant truly believe that the 15,400 people who have follow my blog from whether it be the start or just from a few days ago have chosen to follow me on my journey here both as a writer and a content creator within the giffing community — its you that have made my time & experience here one filled with fun. i cant thank you all enough 💫.

i wont delete my works as i know there are people who will continue to read them or reblog & like the gifs. a lot of love have went into my writing and my gifs and they to this day, mean everything to me. there might come a time where jeonjcngkook will be active again once more, so therefor i will not delete this blog but archive it.

on a positive note; golden is something that im so excited for, and i will continue to support, love and cherish jungkook through my twitter which people are more than welcome to follow.

lastly, be kind.

- love sav ♡

[veryloudbrain]

walter + henry "masterpost" (canon)

season 1

1x01 they sit together at dinner(?). before wille grabs their attention, they seem deep in conversation and HENRY GLANCES AT WALTER’S LIPS (im delulu ..but not really). this is their first canon interaction. i cannot make this shit up. i’m losing my mind. they sit together in class. they stick close (walter is fucking leaning on henry) at the very first party (after wille’s initiation). they’re both drinking. walter is spotted without henry for like a literal millisecond (idk where his mans went). walter and henry hang with stella and felice (at least until felice runs off to throw up lol) when wille is like,, crowdsurfing (using that term loosely) walter is not with henry mans lost him where is he.. (probably throwing up somewhere idk)

1x02 simon sits between them at lunch.

they sit together in class (on monday? the party was friday.. i assume)

math tests are handed out. they sit close and show their grades to eachother. (comparing results maybe ?)

wille mentions they take private lessons.. together ? over the weekend ? bro i cant defend them. (not that i want to)

henry joins rowing practice. they’re wearing MATCHING SHIRTS. i cannot make this shit up.

they’re both attending rowing practice still when august.. kisses simon (LMAO)

they debatably sit together at the movie night. they’re social distancing for some reason but no one is between them. henry looks over at walter (i’m delulu, he was probably looking at august) after The Jumpscare

1x03 the week after the horror movie (exact day unknown) henry sits with wille in class, but walter is in the seat literally next to him just,, with a space lol

(same week) they work out on the SAME GODDAMN MAT in p.e (either that or their mats are placed so close they don’t show a space.. idk which is gayer tbh)

they stick together during the parents day, but sit in different rows in church (..for some reason?)

after church neither of them are spotted interacting with any adult or even eachother in the background. they went ~poof~

i think you see walter entering his dorm? but it could be a different background actor honestly i don't know

for breakfast the day after: henry mentions to walter that his dad recognized his surname.

“no, i know” “how long have you known?” “i know because my… my dad recognized your surname”

this convo confirms to me that they didn’t know eachother before hillerska.

note: the convo was very light-hearted and henry was smiling (this has lead to theories about their parents having dated in the past, i also heard that uno, walter's actor, confirmed this but i haven't seen this for myself so i'm not sure)

1x04 they sit together while watching erik’s funeral on TV the Society "meeting". henry is never technically explicitly shown to drink or take pills but he seems inebriated and picks up a pack of pills from the table so i'm gonna assume he did both (so much fanfic potential i'm clawing at the walls)

1x05 they’re not sitting together in class, both having 2 desks by themselves until wille joins henry. walter is in the seat directly behind him. (side note: henry is wearing the same goddamn sweater he was at the Society meeting. was it washed or does he just stink of booze in class ? LMAO)

plot explained why they aren’t sitting together !! walter was meant to do a presentation with alexander and therefore left the seat for him.

they sit together again in class. this would be the week after the class they didn’t.

henry attends another Society “emergency meeting” (alexander was caught with the drugs) (this isn't walty but idc)

henry looks stressed/conflicted after the 2nd Society emergency meeting, but walks out with wille. (probably hard for him cause he can tell something’s going on between wille and simon, but pinning it on alexander is also a shitty thing to do)

they(walty) stand together outside before the whole lucia thing starts.

walter is fiddling with something with his left hand. it doesn’t show up in the shot, but henry is right there on his left. (they were obviously having a thumb war /j)

they’re both talking with wille after the lucia thing, but they’re so caught up in their conversations they don’t even bat an eye when wille’s whole life falls apart (it's not funny but it's really fucking funny)

1x06 at breakfast sometime after the video got out. henry and walter are talking abt how wilmon sat together at the movie night and that they talked abt it after.

h “remember the movie night?” w “yeah” h “when they sat next to eachother” w “exactly!” h “we talked abt that” w “yeah we talked abt that!”

(as if they weren’t also sitting next to eachother)

in class sometime that week (tuesday or later) they sit separate in class again. walter is gossiping (or just talking tbh idk) with some other students while henry sits alone. wille sits next to henry and henry attempts small talk with wille to cut the tension) (walty are once again only separated by the aisle lol)

they sit together in church on christmas day (or eve ? i’m not sure honestly)

they also talk together (+vincent och nils) outside church after. henry quickly noticed wilmon hugging (gay noticing gay frfr)

[i need it to be known this was initially written by me right after season 2 came out and i rewatched everything]

[goblin-enjoyer]

After a while of study in the field, I can safely say that with prolonged exposure to being in the homestuck fandom, one character will inevitably irradiate your mind. I say this because it finally started happening to me. (or at the least I finally noticed it)

Story of how I got to this point and why I made this nonsensical meme in [NOW] amount of time.

It is a few months back around august/september (i cant remember) I am reading homestuck for the first time in order to check a box on my "things i see everywhere online but don't know what are" list, I have yet to realize I like HS because I was in denial for almost the entirety of reading the webcomic and a few weeks after too.

I make the connection with Magnus the Red (character from thing I like quite a bit before hs, honestly 1k sons is a whole nother corruption arc for another day) to Vriska Serket. While I do not actively consider myself a fan of her due to coming into hs with the notion that she sucks and is the worst, I actual like her somewhat internally.

A bit after coming to terms with liking homestuck, I find myself looking at vriska's outfit and going "man, that jacket-thing is cool, I should get something like that!" [DIRE OMEN OF THE END] I go online and ask around to figure out what it is and finally come on to "Long Cardigan Sweater". I still have yet to get one because march sales have been going crazy for me and i only really get 20-25 dollars a week from me chores. ( I have no skills and cannot drive, I could not get an actual job if I wanted to )

Several [AMOUNTS OF TIME] pass and I have been in a piss-poor spot of luck with everything from warhammer games to around the house for a bit now and have been considering making a "funny little joke shrine to vriska because she the luck git". Me and my brother then get sick during a vacation where i was going to do things and our parents are away in vegas. I suffer because while i dont get sick much, when i do i get QUITE SICK. Also because I didn't know what medicine and in what amounts I needed to take. During this sickness malaise, in a spot where I am not: coughing every other 2 minutes,blowing mucus from my nose and still feeling full in the head when i'm out and just general headaches, I decide then and there to make a vriska shrine. It works, as I get better like a day in a half after making it and I end up going to it every time before i go gaming as my luck has increased more now that i'm going to her for it and not tzeentch. (tzeentch at that point had built up a history of screwing me over and tormenting me like a slanneshi cultist by always almost giving me the rolls I needed, but only finally giving them when they are completely unneeded)

Flash forward to recent times. I decide to keep updated on Beyond Canon after the flash had me and the others on the niche homestuck discord i frequent, goin crazy. New update comes out, and during the last update I was already sold on Hell-tier Vriska's design Its very cool. But yeah, new update drops, I decide to check it out and as soon as I see vriska's new design, my mind starts screaming and going at it, going on about "I WANT TO LOOK LIKE THAT, I SHOULD START PUTTING MY HAIR IN A PONYTAIL AGAIN" nonstop until I go to the next page. This is the point of when started to figure out with continued observation of those around me on that server and general observations of the fandom as a whole, my irradiation theory I brought up at the start. And that I was not above this phenomena. I am trying to put my hair in a ponytail more often, because it looks and feels good, and I plan to eventually get that cardigan sweater thing because I can't wear bathrobes in public and i never feel fully dressed without those long sweepy "coattails" (I think that's what they are called). But I wonder how this will progress, my curiosity far outweighs any fear or worry I might have for this series of unfolding events.

also here is that image I was talking about, my mind is still doing that screaming thing right now as I type this.

[sleepyhouse2art]

this is an old drawing of joey from i think 2021, the year i started seriously drawing. its the first one of him i did. before that i did some zines and posters for shows but i never drew for myself after i was 12, although before that i had really loved to draw. when i was 12 i had to go move in with my dad in seattle because after a bunch of stuff tbh i wont go into it but the precipitating incident was one august my mom socked my grandpa and went walking naked down their street. so my grandparents drove me halfway to washington, and my dad picked me up and drove the rest of the way. i hadnt seen him since i was 8 -- we got in a car accident and he never came again. when i moved in, he had a girlfriend who lived with him. and i had never even ridden a city bus before except as a very little kid in providence.

my dad signed me up that summer, because i liked to draw and i didnt have any friends and i think he didnt know what to do with me, to this fancy atelier program for kids. it was every day at this really pretty private catholic school. they used one of the buildings in the off-season. anyway, i went there and i worked hard on my little cartoons. but very quickly i found myself very embarrassed, because all the kids were leagues better than me. they could draw hyperrealistically. a pretty girl i had a crush on lent me a book on the anatomy of trees, which i studied for her but never returned. gradually i grew to hate it there, because i felt too low to belong even though the kids were nice to me. one of the grownup artists who helped out gave me her gaia online username.

the time came for the end of program show, and i lied to my dad. i told him that the show was canceled when it really wasnt, and i went by myself and skulked around. after that i didnt draw anymore, except for sometimes little punk zines and posters for shows, but never just to draw. i think i broke my own heart by not being good enough. it was really all my fault.

i was always mentally ill i guess -- ive had an ed since i was 12, and ive always had problems, like id tried to kill myself before and stuff, but when i hit 20 i started getting really sick. that was the year i first got involed. it was very, very bad. it fucked me up. my therapist told me they did things they shouldnt have done. i am super scared of hospitals because of that and some other times ive been in the hospital where really fucked up things happened to me. i have developed a crazy fear in particular of being restrained and having people sit on me. i think the next time i go they will rape me and kill me (the hospital emergency room down the street from my house has holes in the ceiling), and when my psychiatrist and my therapist tell me its time to go now, i cry a lot and beg them not to send me and that i will be raped and killed, and so they let me stay at home where my husband takes care of me. its safer for me here and nobody can do bad stuff to me. i get to be with my cats who are healers and from god. my life is pretty baller now, even if we are poor. i draw a ton because there isnt much expected of me and we dont need much. we own our house. my husband has a small job. really the only really bad thing in my life is getting sick like i do, or i guess being sick like i am. i hate my schiz, but i cant really do anything about it. also i hate sleeping, which people tell me doesnt help. i have a lot of symptoms and take a lot of pills. its ok tho.

so i draw. i write and i draw A LOT. often i sit and i draw for 14 hours straight or longer. making stuff makes me fee normal and happy and useful. i talk to my best friend all day, the one who i write the kirche street pharmacy stories with. they are the best.

anyway, thats why this drawing is a little special to me, i guess. im glad i made it. im glad i picked back up drawing. im glad you guys like my drawings sometimes!!! thank you thank you thank you. i hope you like this very old drawing of my very loud slutty one-legged son from brooklyn

[md-confessions]

y'know what? i'm really tired of pretending i'm alright with the way this show has gone.

warning for HUGE negativity also massive rant

murder drones is one of the most poorly managed' produced' rushed and poorly written shows iv'e ever had the displeasure of getting invested in.

let's start with the plot itself.

i dont need to go to into detail as any person reading this knows how the show goes, but here is some problems

first. the villains:

no joke, the absolute solver is a terrible villain, i mean who on earth thought nylarthotep with reddit humor would make a scary villain? and sure the whole skinning tessa thing was grim but i will NEVER understand how people actually are terrified of this thing.

and the whole reveal that this thing SOMEHOW managed to kill all humans when it struggles to kill Uzi/Nori/N makes me feel like liam only had the solver kill everybody so he didn,t have to include humans in the story, which feels really cheap

our second antagonist is Doll. hoo boy.....

she is one of the shows greatest sins, someone who challenges our protagonist in a truly interesting way and acts as sort of a dark mirror to uzi... and then she proceeds to do nothing of any real importance then is unceremoniasly killed off bcs ONCE AGAIN liam couldn't think of anything to do with so he killed her off to wrap things up as quickly as possible. (liam has a problem with writing i stg)

not to mention how fans say she was irredeemable than proceed to fawn over n and v who did SO MUCH MORE KILLING THAN DOLL EVER COULD. the whole thing REEKS of protagonist centered morality.

now to talk about the plot fr this time

it is SO POORLY PACED OH MY GOD.

and to anyone who says

"Oh well they only had 8 episodes to make their show so it's fine actually" i have only this to say...

a good writer would have known to write an 8 episode story for their first season. sadly liam is not a good writer. there i said it.

next' let's talk about GLITCH.

glitch cancelled murder drones. no sugarcoating it, and NO it's not bcs TDAC KILLED MUH FAVORITE SHOW!!. no. well a little..

you see GLITCH just cant stop making 3d animated shows which is THE MOST EXPENSIVE STYLE OF ANIMATION. here's some examples.

edgerunners

sunset paradise

the amazing digital circus

murder drones

and gaslight district.

this choice is clearly costing the studio too much money and now they are starting to have to actually think about where their money goes and had to make the choice to cancel our beloved md. i honestly think unless GLITCH somehow gets a major studio backing them like spindlehorse i'm almost certain GLITCH will go bankrupt a few years from now.

now the future.

once episode 8 drops this show will have a VERY SLIM chance to redeem itself. largely by bringing back doll. i just think it wouldn't be fair to have uzi reunite with her family while doll and her family all die horrifically

but after that i don't think we'll get any more md EVER that's right. you heard me. you see liam doesn't return to his previous works once he's done with them EVER.(i mean when was last time we ever see him even REFERENCE his previous works like cliffside?)

the most we'll ever get is a reference to md from GLITCH now and then, but that's it. the show is going to end for good once ep8 drops. i just hope to robo-god it's decent...

Submitted August 18, 2024.

[kissinginthechapel]

We want more details. Spill

well i had known him for years cause we went to school together. we had been talking on and off since highschool. at this point (august 2023) he had recently added me again (we were on a constant loop of him adding me and then blocking me) a year earlier (may 2022) we had a little incident where we made out and he sucked my tits in a parking lot (not in a car, we were just in the parking lot) at like 2am. so at this point (august 2023) we were talking again. it was the first night of the fair, and i LOVE the fair. i had come home at like midnight and he had snapped me. i was getting ready for bed and he said he was close and wanted to see me (makes sense cause i lived very close to the fairgrounds at this point) he said he was only a few blocks away and just wanted to see me, even if it was only for a few minutes. he begged me to come outside and just say hi. so i did. i was wearing an old oversized tshirt and some shorts and my makeup was messy cause...yk i had been at the fair for hours. i walked around the side of my apartment complex (cause my mom had a camera in our window cause the area was sketch) and i met up with him at the side of the building. now this was over a year ago, so at this point my memory starts to get a bit hazy, but i'll tell you what i do remember. we started talking, he kept saying i could go back inside whenever i want cause i seemed hesitant. we ended up sitting in the grass and talking some more. at some point i cried?? i cant remember why but i remember i wiped my cheeks on his jeans. he leaned in to kiss me at some point and i turned my face away from him cause i hadnt had the opportunity to brush my teeth yet and i was scared ab that. i quickly changed my mind and somehow we ended up kissing (like i said, my memory is hazy) he slide his hand into my shorts while we made out and he rubbed my pussy. then he asked me to come with him to his car, he said he was parked a few blocks away. but i was barefoot and it was dark out and the fair was going on, basically i didnt trust that i could walk several blocks without stepping on something that would hurt me. he kept asking me to come with him to his car and that he would drive me back home immediately after. then he started to walk down the alley, he said he was going to leave with or without me. i followed him down the alley and i think i grabbed his arm and tried to stop him? we were next to a street light. we kissed some more, touched each other some more. his dick was out? and then i was on my knees in front of him sucking him off under the street light. i told him if we got caught i'd blame him and he said okay, then i said i'd lie and say he forced me and he said that was fucked up (lol) then he came in my mouth, i swallowed (duh) and then we kissed some more and he left cause he had to work in the morning and it was already like 2am (and he had to be up at like 7am)

[chriss-prettyygirll]

Bombarded

It was an early August morning, i didn’t have work today so I decided to hang out with the triplets, Nick, Matt, Chris. It was almost 8 am and I was getting ready to leave when I got a call from Chris

🔴Chris: you wanna call on your way over here?

The notification rings.

I read the message thinking about it for a second deciding “yeah why not?” I walk out of the house calling Chris on my way out, my keys jingle as i lock the door. “ hi Chris!” I slip my AirPods in my ears starting to talk to him on my way over.

After about two minuets of walking i suddenly hear screams, not horrifying screams, not like someone is getting killed but more of exited screams.

I look around for where there coming from when I see them, a group of teen girls running at me,i slow down my pace every second until I completely stop, “ what the fuck is that?” Chris laughs, his voice echoing through me before i hear a girl scream”ARE YOU Y/N L/N ONE OF THE TRIPLETS FRIENDS?”I look down at my. Phone “fuck ill call you back Chris” one of the girls snatch my phone from my hands squealing”HI CHRISSS” the girl yells as i try to grab my phone from her hands failing multiple times.

“Can i have my godamn phone back?” She hands me the phone “sorry..” i put my phone in my pocket hanging up on Chris “ do you guys want some photo or something?” a girl squeals handing me her phone.” Yes please/n thank you so much” the girls huddle round me smiling for the photo. “Thank you so much y/n you have no clue!”

“ yeah yeah of course!” I give a couple of them hugs as the others start squealing. I slip my AirPods back in my ears calling Chris back my heart thumping in my chest.

“Godamn you cant pick up the phone for sh-“ i get cut off by Chris immediately asking if im okay “yeah, yeah im fine just practically almost got trampled my a group of teenage girls” i laugh a bit my heart rate going down as my mind replays what just happened.

“Do you need Matt to come pick you up?” I think about it for a moment, looking back at the girls just staring at me I quietly say “actually… yes please there just kind of staring at me, m’ kinda uncomfortable right now” i hear Chris yell to Matt, key’s jingling as chris just keep talking to me.

idk if ima do a part two this took me so long in general if you guys want me too I will but other than that idk

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[nikethestatue]

Maybe the real elriel was the friends we made along the way! Just kidding… I hope! But I agree. I’ve been in and out of the fandom since 2016 and I try to remind myself to enjoy being here now even through this desert. Because I know it will probably pick back up for whenever the era of the next book is, but I’m guessing it will die, maybe for good, after that. It will be a much smaller fandom. So I’m trying to be grateful that at least we do get consistent art, fanfics, and more, and I am able to talk about these books with online friends now. Most of my friends plan to leave after elriel. So I dunno. I hate this wait but I know the fandom won’t always have this level of activity (even though it seems dead right now). The wait has been long and painful but in some ways, not to jinx it, but we are sort of nearing the end? In the sense that we’ve been here for 3.5 years, but if you think about where we will be August 14 of 2025…. We will PROBABLY have the book or AT LEAST clarity on when it is coming out. And once it comes out, I give it about another 6-12 months until the fandom dies down unfortunately.

You said it, Anon.

Maybe this IS Elriel? The camaraderie and the affection and the love for the characters?

I agree that the next book will be pivotal--I wouldn't be entirely surprised if the next book made her or broke her. If she fails, if the book is bad, if there is terrible feedback, then no matter how popular she is, the light might begin to dim.

Everyone thinks that celebs are invincible, but interests come and go. Right now, is a good time for romantasy and I feel like she is not even capitalizing on it. But it will pass. Everything passes.

Look at JLo and Katy Perry--yes, they are singers, but they used to be massive megastars and now they cant sell their albums. Popularity isn't guaranteed.

I'd love to remain excited enough about her work going forward that I would read it because I love it.

[bonnes-the-horse]

little rant (?) about backyard breeding/keepimg horses:

so neighbors of mine have their horses at home. They have 3 Trakehner atm, a 13 year old gelding, a 14 year old mare and her 3 year old baby.

They dont have a lot of space, the horses do probably have a better life than a lot of horses out there but still. They have 3 stalls (about 3.5 x 3.5 m) that each have paddocks (about 5m long) where they just took the in between paddock railings out to join them, so no lots of space. They have a field thats not super big, the horses can cross the length of it in about 8ish strides? and its about 20m wide. But they are only allowed on there when its warm and the ground is dry. They also have a small outdoor arena of 20x20 m where the horses are put out sometimes.

Now the owners dont do anything with the horses, they have a woman my age who comes work them, but she works full time so she is only there on the weekend and once rarely twice during the week. The rest of the time they are stuck in their little space.

The first time they told me they were going to breed their mare 4 years ago I already thought oh no, because they dont know much about horses. They luckily went to the studfarm they got both the mare and gelding from, to get help selecting a stallion, so pedigree and especially conformation wise the pairing was really good. The baby turned out super pretty and has such a nice character.

But they did not bring her and the mare to a facility where they would be around other mamas and their foals like I assumed (and recommended) they would. Baby grew up at home with only two adult horses for company and not alot of running space. When she was around 1 year old they finally took the suggestions I and some other horsey neighbors were giving and moved her to a herd with other yearlings. However, they took her home again after 3 weeks because (their words) she did not hang out with the other yearlings.

I mean yeah obviously, that baby has never seen another baby before, she has only been around her mother who has not really taught her any manners so she doesnt know how to play and interact with them, it will take a while for her to learn that but now she just wont. I let Bonnie play with her a few times, but like that baby knows exactly 3 horses, two of which are 10+ years old and one of which is 20+.

Now that the foal is 3 they want her to start being riddes (they came up with that plan in Febuary) so that she can do the brood mare certification (idk how its called in english) in August. thats 6 months! She is NOT mentally ready for that, she is super sweet and confident but she has NO manners and has seen nothing so far, just the little stall with the little field and the slightly bigger arena of the stable I am at (which is only 24 x 40 m). But they insist.

Now they are covering the mare again. And im just ... idk .. I cant really do anything other than like try and talk them out of which which I did try for years. But like you already have 3 horses in that tiny space and its just really not fair for them but especially for the foals to grow up like that. And like they mean well and they are genuinely nice people but come on man.

[minecraftbed]

a desertduo fic based on the songAugust by flipturn

it’s so them right im not delusional

August: a song about a relationship that only works out during the month of august, wherein it seems perfect. After august it falls apart, until the next august comes around. 

title: octagonal

wordcount: 971

rating: T

ao3: HERE

“Hey, catch.”

Grian barely had time to finish pulling off his sweater before something equally as red entered his peripheral. He jumped backwards with a squeak and a fluff of wings, the object landing by his feet with a thud. An apple, shiny like glass under the desert sun.

“That wasn’t… you can’t just throw things at me, Scar—” the words were annoyed but laced with amusement as he adjusted his tank top. “—and expect me to react on time.” 

“Well,” Scar bit into his own fruit like an animal, juice running down his fingers, down his wrist, down his arm. “What if I’d been an enemy?”

“You aren’t.”

“And…! —And what if that had been TNT.”

Grian sighed. “Then I wouldn’t have wanted  to catch it, would I?” 

Scar took a second, canting his head and staring at him, apple frozen in motion towards his mouth. Then, the lightbulb went off. “Oh…” a chuckle. “Oh, I guess not.” 

It was contagious; the way they bickered and laughed, the constant back and forth as they worked. Hands splintered from planks of wood, then calloused from rough sandstone bricks. The foundations of their new …home… were beginning to take place. 

(Really, it was Grian doing the work. Scar stood around shirtless and thought up ways to scam people.)

The sun, high in the sky, unchanging as they changed beneath it. 

————————————-

The new world was different.

Grian noticed it from day one; the shift in tone, they went from orange to blue. 

It didn’t help that there was the looming threat of what everyone was calling ‘the boogeyman’. As if they were twelve. As if the insatiable, sudden need to kill one of your friends was as light as the stories parents told their children so that they would go to sleep.

Maybe it was, Grian hadn’t experienced either. 

But he felt the effects. People stood further away during conversations, hands itching by their sides ready to draw. No one wanted to be alone, either, but it was worse to be alone with another. Anyone could turn. Anyone could kill.

The curse brought on an ultimatum: them or you. And who in their right mind wouldn't choose the former? 

It was dark when he saw Scar for the first time. Part of him knew he should be cautious, memories burnt fresh into his brain of blood on his sword, in his hair, his skin. Together they had taken down everything and everyone, including themselves. Behind that annoying lopsided smirk and fake diamond armour, Scar hid what he was capable of. 

Grian wasn’t scared of his violence. No, no. His words, they were a completely different thing to fear.

“...So I can’t put you on the back of a llama and take you to the desert?”

It hurt, in an unexpected way. The type of way where you end up angry at yourself for not preparing on time. His mental walls were only half constructed, architecturally weak, and Scar had found the point to prod on his first try. Grian laughed, shrill and light as his heart crawled further inside. 

He needed severance.

“Hey… have you tried transferring a life yet?” 

The new world was different.

“No, I haven’t!”

He would be different.

————————————-

His throat stung, dehydrated lips cracked. Grian’s scream would unendingly echo throughout the ravine.

He waited, and waited, and waited. Alone in the desert, dizzy with heatstroke, uncertain of what was to come. When Scar finally showed up, he wasn’t sure if he was real or a mirage; he spoke to him anyway. 

The flowers. Lilacs and poppies. Grian clutched the wilted bundle in his fist, torn between them and the new shade of Scar’s eyes.

“Can we still be friends?”

Could they? Did Grian care if they couldn’t? It was just stupid rules of a stupider game. Half of everything was made up on the fly, and the other half broken whenever someone felt like it. They were too carefree, when nothing was there to enforce them. 

Grian didn’t want to admit it, but somewhere along the muddied lines, his obligation had grown into greedy devotion. He needed Scar, and Scar needed him. At least if they got any more parasitic the vultures would have something to feast on. 

“I think so? I still owe you my first life,” and the one after that, and the one after that.

They rearranged their sleeping quarters that night, silently communicating as they pushed two beds together. It was sticky and humid, but their hands stayed entwined until morning. 

Grian left the flowers on the windowsill, with thought that they would dry. 

————————————-

Grian had never experienced the boogeyman curse, but he had felt the effects.

“At least his bed is out here, so we don’t have to ruin his lovely house.”

That was something, right? 

They had built the obsidian spawn-camping death trap OUTSIDE of his lovely house. For that, Grian deserved a pat on the back. Joel gave him a funny look as the words left his mouth, the absurdity of the situation crawling down his spine. 

They needed these lives. Scar… Scar had too many. He didn’t need them like him and Joel did. —- Hell, he would lose them himself soon enough. All they were doing was stopping such an important resource from going to waste.

The method was… justified. 

So when Scar refused their offer, backing away from his beloved mountain, spewing lies, silver tongue tangled, Grian didn’t feel bad, loading his crossbow with bolt after bolt. Each one finding a place in flesh, in armour. Scar had made his choice.

At the end of the day, his heart was just a muscle behind his sternum. 

And Grian only knew how to touch skin when it was to brush away stray grains of sand.