#i'm exhausted lol

[delusionaldeity-b]

family photo <333

when they r older (╥ ㉨ ╥`) 

[toastedjeans]

I really like the rank screens so i wanted to redraw them

And because i have no self control i painted them all

[robinfae]

SAY SOMETHING Updated!

I drew enough cars to last me a while. Please look at my efforts (and read the update!)

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[beatrice1010]

Let it go. 🖤

[fonulyn]

having a wonderful person reading my self-indulgent series and leaving comments as they go is seriously making my life worthwhile rn 🥺💖

[misteria247]

Eyyyy fam, I think I'm gonna start getting ready for bed. I'd tried to read a book for a little bit but it actually gave me a headache so I'm suffering sgsgsgsg. Anyways I think that perhaps it's time for my old brittle bones to return for the evening. Hopefully I'll be able to make time to come on here for a bit tomorrow (since I'm currently packing things), but if you don't just know that I wish y'all a good day ahead of time.

Anyways I hope y'all have a wonderful night and that y'all have nothing but sweet dreams.

Love y'all lots! 💙❤🧡💜💛💚💖

[lettherebemonsters]

Wet weather just makes my mood sour. But whatever. Anyone wanna plot something with my three clowns?

I've been losing followers like crazy and my brain just feels numb right now.

[miaobae]

Today is perfect beach day weather. But am I going to the beach? Hell no.

[lilybug-02]

Bribed with Chocolate. The way it should be.

Part 22 || First || Previous || Next

--Full Series--

More to come as this is a two-parter. But you know how I am with schedules.

Bonus:

I think this was an equally possible reaction from Chara.

[gingerswagfreckles]

From a "Pro-Palestine" protest in Washington DC today, 7/24. The green flag is the flag of Hamas, for those who don't know (who have always maintained their position that their goal is to kill/ethnically cleanse all Jews. They have never gone back on this position, despite what idiots on tiktok may say.)

How much longer are Jews supposed to sit here and be gaslit about the rabid antisemitism that is absolutely taking over the left like a fucking title wave. How much longer will people even pretend that everyone doesn't just think killing Jews is cool again.

[sparxyv]

quick nosebleed seb doodle 😗😗

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

i haven't updated the cockles masterlist in over a year, mostly because my brains have been like oatmeal and it's SUCH a tedious process, but i'm tryyyying to get started. i had to go back almost fifty pages in my cockles tag to find where i'd left off, so this is going to be literally hundreds of links added to the list. fuck me, i might have to add a seventh post. ;_;

anyway, i'll be collecting the links in the bottom of the google doc before i make any updates on the posts themselves, so if you like you can spy on my progress there. pray for my mental fortitude.

[wantonlywindswept]

forgotten fox ficbit

With Palpatine's dying breath, he curses Fox to be Forgotten.

(Fox isn't really bothered.)

---

There was a personnel transfer authorization sitting in Marshal Commander Thorn's crowded inbox.

He didn't remember requesting a fourth commander. The Guard was in desperate need of one following Thire finding Palpatine's wrinkled ass dead in his office, and the ensuing shitshow about the former Chancellor being a Sith and also controlling the war from both sides. Interim Chancellor Organa was incredibly competent and parsecs better than their previous natborn overlord, but even he was being swamped by the uproar in the Senate and the peace talks with the Separatists and the doubled amount of assassination attempts and the petabytes and petabytes of datawork--

Thorn couldn't remember requesting another commander, but he also couldn't remember the last time he slept.

Commander Vertex stood calm and at the ready on the other side of Thorn's desk, all-black helmet tucked under his arm as he waited patiently for Thorn to remember how to read. His hair was stark white, and there were vine-like scars wrapped around his neck that disappeared down into his blacks. The remnants of Sith lightning, Thorn knew, now that they'd been briefed on what that kind of thing looked like. 

Vertex's file was sparse, mostly redacted, and marked him as coming from the Special Operations Brigade, which Thorn could entirely believe.

"This isn't part of an investigation, is it?" he blurted, brain-to-mouth filter entirely gone after five too many cups of caf and an inadvisable number of stims over the past month. "The Guard was already cleared of suspicion involving the former Chancellor's death--"

Vertex held up a hand. Thorn's mouth snapped shut. 

"It's not," Vertex said, his voice firm, reassuring. There was something about it that made Thorn relax, as if his beleaguered hindbrain knew that the other commander had everything under control.

Spec Ops troops were amazing.

"The GAR is just reallocating resources given the recent upheaval," Vertex continued. Thorn nodded along like that all made sense. "I'm here to help with anything you need."

The word 'help' triggered a sudden burst of manic hope in Thorn's chest, and he lurched forward across his desk, grabbing Vertex's free hand in both of his own. The commander didn't even blink at the sudden movement, calmly meeting Thorn's wide, desperate eyes.

"Can you--" Thorn struggled to keep from sounding like he was begging, which he definitely was. "Can you do datawork?"

Vertex's sigh was entirely exasperated, and the roll of his eyes oddly, familiarly fond.

"Yes, Thorn. I can do your datawork."

---

Pt 2

[thedarkmongoose]

fan expo interviewer: mads, you are tackling a character that's been a part of pop culture for a few decades now — how does it feel to step in a role as iconic as hannibal lecter?

mads: i was… i was kinda shitting my pants

[sysig]

Blood sugar levels (Patreon)

[weird-an]

Jim sighs.

This isn't what he signed up for. Thinking of it, he didn't sign up for any of this. But that's what you get for taking in lost teenage boys.

"Looks good," he says, trying to sound not confused, but rather enthusiastic. "Really... gnarly."

The line between Billy's eyebrows tells him, he isn't convincing.

"You don't know shit," Billy declares. "This is fucking rad."

He points at his crop top and hell, when did Billy start wearing denim cut offs? Jim just doesn't get whatever kids today call fashion.

He wants to roll his eyes, but well, the kid at least asked him. It's kind of a big deal.

"Your date's going to love it," he simply says. Maybe this one is special. Billy has been changing outfits the whole afternoon.

Billy nods, chewing on a tooth pick. "Hawkins doesn't have any style."

Okay...? Jim shrugs. "Uh, sure."

"Polo shirts suck after all."

Jim raises an eyebrow. Right.

"He- she's very beautiful though."

"Okay," Jim tries to put an end to it. It's not a surprise at this point. Billy isn‘t as subtle as he thinks he is. "Have fun tonight."

"Thanks, Chief." Billy salutes him. He turns around.

Jim sighs. "Billy."

The kid gives him wide eyes, feigning innocence. "What?"

"Leave the handcuffs."

"I don't know what you mean." Billy raises his hands.

Like Jim doesn't know this game. He's the Sheriff, for fucks sake. "Don't play dumb, kid."

Billy purses his lips and puts the cuffs on the kitchen table.

"Bye," he grumbles.

Billy Hargrove is a piece of work. Good thing Jim can be one, too.

"Tell Steve I said Hi," Jim says, when he's nearly outside. It's just a guess, really.

Billy's jaw crashes down.

Jim waves him goodbye.

"You're running late." He didn't sign up for this, but that doesn't mean it can't be fun.