#idk man there's just baggage

[royalarchivist]

Pac: Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok? See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. [Fit tries to lasso Pac] You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, we don't have time to be gay right now.

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Pac: I'm just here to say goodbye to you, Fit.

Fit: Goodbye? We're not– we're gonna be fine, we're going to get out of here, don't worry.

Aypierre: Yeah, don't worry!

Pac: I know, but like– I will sleep until the end, you know? I will pass through this moment sleeping, man. I won't be able to be awake for the moment.

Fit: [Laughs] You know, it's– I mean, if that's how you wanna go, but– I mean, that- I mean, isn't that bed kind of like.... I don't know, it's–

Pac: No no, I will be staying on the sofa, you know, I will be staying on the sofa.

Fit: Oh the sofa. Ok, that's a nice sofa! Yeah, that is a pretty nice sofa.

Pac: Yeah, it's a nice sofa right? No, yeah– I'm going to stay on the sofa, you know? So, since I will be going Fit... [Pac starts tossing Fit all his items]

Aypierre: [Not paying attention to their conversation] Is that bigger cell? I don't think it's a bigger- biggest one.

Fit: Oh... Thank you Pac, thank you.

Pac: Everything you need to survive, ok?

Fit: Wow.

Aypierre: Wow.

Pac: And if you need this one also, maybe, who knows? [Throws him more items]

Fit: Ohhh, well hey– just take this to remember me by, ok? [Tosses him a photo of himself – the same one Aypierre was carrying all day yesterday]

Pac: [Laughs] Ok, I will sleep holding the picture you know, like this. You know, I will dream about you, Fit. And I hope this is gonna be good dreams. I see you in the other side. Good luck, my friend.

Fit: The other side... Yeah, you know, yeah, we– we– you know? It's been an honor, Pac. It's been an honor, you know?

Pac: Yeah, for me too, you know? Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok?

Fit: Ok.

Pac: See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: I will sing your praise– Oh yeah, hey– [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Fit: Sorry, there's–

Pac: I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, you guys– we don't have time to be gay right now, come on. There's no time.

Pac: No, there's no time! Oh, goodbye Fit...

Fit: Ok, c'mon, no no no, come on, we got this we got this!

Pac: Goodbye Fit, I'm sorry!

Fit: [Laughs] Oh no...

[wingedog]

Are you still there or have you moved away?

Back to the old house-The Smiths 🏚️

[image 1: exterior and then of the Pines Household followed by stan being thrown out of the pines household laying scared on the concrete. All scenes are at night.

image 2: A closeup of the twins’ childhood bedroom showing their hands in paint, Ford’s six fingered handprint is cast in shadow. The second panel shows Stanley’s hands holding Ford’s glasses and the journal after Ford disappeared into the portal. The last panel shows their hands reaching for each other as Ford is sucked into the portal.

Image 3: Exterior and then interior of the mystery shack when it was just Stanford’s home. Both are very green and sunny. Last panel shows Ford facing away standing in a dark green nebula, he is older with grey hair and wearing all black. End. ]

[shirogane-oushirou]

hi hi hi :3c i'm aaaaaaalmost caught up on my dash after a couple of weeks of spotty appearances and a couple of weeks of being Straight Up Offline, and then i'll catch up on peoples' art and fics!! i miss being on here!! hi hi hi hi hi!!!!! 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

(also i have been Pondering over a ren sentient a.i desktop buddy AU while i've been gone bc. i'm a sucker for that shit. dunno if it'll go anywhere but for now i'm playing touys and it's fun hehehe if you see a new tag at some point then that means i'm keeping him sjndfkn)

[covenofthearticulate]

WIP Wednesday Thursday! Thanks for the tag @uncivilcivilservice (and thank you to @apoptoses for kicking off all the lovely fan positivity on the dash!) If you see this and haven’t been tagged, consider yourself tagged! Say I tagged ya! Do it!

This is a piece I’ve been wrestling with for...2 months now? I’m only maybe 1/3 of the way done which is...a little frustrating because I know sort of where I want to go, and I have the whole thing blocked out in my head, but I keep going on tangents when I try to make one beat flow into the next (I wrote 3k words of extra smut that I absolutely did not need LOL whoops)

ANYWAY, I’m very proud of myself for this one in particular because I am finally allowing myself the time and space to breathe with it, and looking at it more as a writing experiment than an actual fic, because really it’s an emotional investigation rather than a straight pwp. At long last, I’ve found some patience for myself! My goal is to have it done by the end of summer but other than that I’m content with just chipping away bit by bit :)

“Lestat…take a breath. I’m here, I’m right here.” When he speaks, it is in the old French, that fast and easy patois now lost to the world, shared only between the two of them and these four bedroom walls. He smoothes one hand across his lover’s back, rubs small circles into the space between his shoulder blades as he swallows the knot in his throat, tries to assess the situation.

Nothing has changed over the last few hours— the room is still exactly the same, still dimly lit and fragrant with the scent of blood mingling with the perfume of the flowers sitting just beyond the bedroom door on the table in the parlour.  

Physically, Lestat seems…fine. With his lover now close and wrapped up in his arms, Louis takes a moment to inspect the slope of his spine, the curve of his behind, the long stretch of his legs. The markings from this evening have long-since healed, with nothing but a canvas of flaky burgundy crusted blood to evidence their existence. Louis stares for a moment, lets the guilt creep up inside him until it’s suffocating.

Oh, Louis. You monster. He trusted you, and you let him slip right through your fingers.

“Lestat, what are you feeling?” It kills him that he has to ask, that he cannot dip into that meandering stream of consciousness and save Lestat the agony of articulation. But all is silent, save the few shuddering breaths that seize his lover’s frame as he tries to collect himself.

“I don’t know,” Lestat finally says, and he’s…scared. Panicked, even. His voice is tight and trembling against his vocal cords. “I don’t know, I don’t know, I feel…empty, I feel…I don’t know.”

He forces the words out, grits them between his teeth, and still Louis’s ears prick at the twinge of Auvergnat slipping into the vowels, the old cadence like a current beneath the words.

“Okay,” says Louis. “Okay. We’ll figure this out.”

Silence, for a moment.

He wonders if he should call Fareed. His phone is on the bedside table, but the thought of moving away, of being apart from Lestat for even one second, feels too deep of a betrayal for this moment.

They had been warned about this sort of thing.

Fareed had mentioned it, amongst many other things, during the first few treatment sessions. Something about adjusting to a new hormonal cycle. Chemicals in the brain. Neurotransmitters and such. All very scientific, this noble experiment of theirs. A simple matter of biology.

Louis had read about it, too, in those little yellow books back in San Francisco. He’d picked up on it from conversations between strangers dressed in leather, had even gathered the courage one evening to ask a young man more about this term— what it means, what it feels like, how does one recuperate from a…drop.

[waywardsalt]

Ganonbeck has true Jessica & Roger Rabbit energy. A sublime immortal + some stinky sailor he found.

One of the Links, signing: "Seriously, why do you see in that guy?"

Ganondorf: "He makes me laugh"

Ganonbeck is a funny little ship and it is entertaining to think about what (any, I guess) of the various Links would think of it.

(I have not seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit so I can't say a whole lot on the comparison but I think I get it? I read the wikipedia page for it)

[oflgtfol]

the marble nest is firmly slotting itself into that part of me that has that sickly warm bittersweet fascination with death and dying

[conspiracydawg]

man the 2024 presidential election is gonna suck, huh

[parin-gurumin]

Although I don't particularly care about popularity or receiving attention, due to the nature of how my experience on twitter has been like these past few years, I have always enjoyed the Tumblr experience far more than any other platform. People are far more likely to interact by means of overall reblogging and adding comments in the tags, it's very sweet and motivating.

I came back to homestuck after A DECADE because of me having a rough, mentally and emotionally draining week because my impulsive thinking was like, "Hey man, fuck it, how far into Homestuck do you think I can read before I get help. (from discord support for context)" I had never actually read it when I was a kid because I just didn't have the attention span and willpower to read through SO much dialogue. I only ever interacted with it by means of just celebrating it as a fan who never actually read it, but liked it nonetheless. Of course now that I am a grown ass adult who can make their own conscious decisions and actually has the time and whatever to actually both appreciate AND enjoy reading extensively I am enjoying homestuck way more than I ever did before. I know that because of the death of flash (fuckin rip, dude, AWFUL) and extensive information about Hussie (TO PUT IT LIGHTLY) have since made getting into the comic a bit of a hassle and a choice it makes me wish I had actually read it at its best performance.

But, back on topic, twitter and other socials have the tendency to be particularly attached to trend hopping and sticking with what's currently doing numbers. Because, again, I don't care about dabbling in trends I just do what I want and ultimately that causes people to just not care about what I create. I have grown very apathetic towards my art and due to academic trauma from having been in a private art college with a low acceptance rate I have been in art burn out hell for literal years. The mix of both nobody caring about my art and my own rocky broken relationship with art made me extremely unmotivated yet long for the joys of creation once more.

Whenever I post here specifically it brings me joy again, it makes me realize that YES PEOPLE ACTUALLY DO CARE ABOUT AND ENJOY WHAT I MAKE NO MATTER WHAT IT MAY BE AND ITS CURRENT POPULARITY. I'm very happy seeing the same faces in the likes and/or rbs for my posts. I'm very happy seeing the same person revisit and reblog it for a second time or more. I'm very happy with how close and genuine it feels. (in a non-parasocial way) I'm just glad that despite this site being in a perpetual state of uncertainty, run by a skeleton crew, functions like shit, current CEO is a moron and the site is set to sail until it dies naturally it became the most genuine feeling of the social platforms ESPECIALLY for art.

I know this has gotten very longwinded and is essentially chaotic practically emotional rambling but like, thank you!!!!!!!!!

I have more stuff to come and from the bottom of my heart genuinely appreciate everyone's support here, it actually means the world to me. THANK YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

MY OLD ART BTW!!!!!! anything that's not in that small 2021 corner is 2013-early 2014

[katierosefun]

ough so i just finished watching heartstopper and something i do rather appreciate about this show--outside of all the beautiful queer rep and friendships--is probably just this. idea that you could be surrounded by literally the best and kindest support group and! sometimes you will still have bad days! something something when doctor who said that life is a pile of good things and a pile of bad things and the good things don't always make the bad things go away, but the bad things don't make the good things less significant or important! it is very true that you could have a million reasons to be happy, but still struggle very deeply with hurts that you've had in the past! but that's okay! that doesn't mean you're a sad story! you'll be okay! it's not bad that you have all these beautiful people in your life and still aren't 100% there all the time! you'll be! okay!

[irregularbillcipher]

going over old fic notes and outlines and character talks with friends and it's always really funny when i get to the stuff i was developing early-mid 2019 where bill just literally kept kryptos around to rag on, and he genuinely just. did not like the man. like was just completely annoyed with his general existence. boy have things changed

[themyscirah]

Started thinking about the Amanda Waller + Ben Turner relationship again.... fuck, I'm gonna need a minute

[mantisgodsdomain]

...sometimes we forget that normal people's gore tolerance, like. Ends at butchering a frozen chicken or whatever. Absolutely incomprehensible to us that there are actual real people out there who would genuinely get faint at the sight of blood. Don't you, like, have blood in your body? You've got body parts too, you know. You are capable of being injured. How on earth did you manage to become an actual adult person while being afraid of a state of your body?

[sovaharbor]

honestly the worst thing abt this tho is that as much as i am attached to that worldstate i KNOW i cannot use it in da4 because ive just. wriggled my claws in so deep and for inqusition especially there is sooo much i've changed bc the writing in inquisition drives me BONKERS. so like. i just know whatever they say in da4 i am probably just inherently going to hate, so i NEED to work on a new worldstate (and i am actively attempting to) but ..... guh. effort.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

he listens.... and he apologizes........

[druid-delaluna]

Just haunting how Tori rather accept death than allowed herself to be capture or stopped