#if this formats like shit i will cry

[24bughours]

Doodle page & reference images

[s3v3r3dh3ad]

I'M SO SORRY FOR THIS BUT I HAD TO.💀😭

SHOUTOUT @boltun-tkn FOR SAYING NARCIS LOOKS LIKE THAT KID FROM THAT FUCKING SHOW I LITERALLY COULD NOT BREATHE WHEN I SAW THAT AND IT'S PARTIALLY WHAT INSPIRED ME TO MAKE THIS 🛐

[arson-09]

Follow the Emerald Star ⭐️

Tamlin Week day 7

@tamlinweek Day 7: Crossover/AU- Vide Noir

For the last day I decided to insert Tamlin into the Lord Huron Universe. A world created through the band’s magnificent albums. Their album Vide Noir specifically inspired me when it came to Tamlin. The majority of the album follows Buck Vernon on his adventure to find his runaway Fiancé and the drug that may destroy everything. If you enjoy Story albums and folk/rock music, please check them out!

I felt bucks story would resonate with Tamlin and I could see him in place of Buck. While not all the songs on the album relate to Bucks story specifically, I picked lyrics from every song that made me think of Tamlin.

Lost in time and space,

Aimless searching for a long lost face.

(Lost in Time and Space)

All my days are filled with mourning,

all my nights are empty.

(Never Ever)

What the fortune teller said is I’m alive for now,

but good as dead.

(Ancient names part 1)

Gone are the days of laughter and love,

Gone baby gone weve all had enough.

(Ancient names part 2)

Im a fool; im just a man,

if I only could hold you again.

(Wait by the River)

Truths once known never come unknown,

I learned that lesson lives ago.

(Secret of Life)

I got black brained to death,

but I just wouldn’t die.

(Back from the Edge)

Heaven won’t let me in, I don’t know why,

no ones ever loved half as much as I.

(The Balancers Eye)

I hear the river say your name,

by the stars above I know we were in love.

(When the Night is Over)

The awe when gazing at the moon,

is the feeling that i get when I’m looking at you.

(Moonbeam)

I am only an aimless soul,

heading into a pure black void.

(Vide Noir)

Oh what a jewel are you,

and oh what a fool am I..

(Emerald Star)

And a final huge thank you to the people who run Tamlin week for organizing this event. I love yall all so much for running this for the community. and much love to everyone who participated❤️

[hyfinart]

the tags explain enough <3

[babisawyer]

I'm gonna be honest I think iron flame is cruel and unusual punishment.

[xrosevoidx]

you wouldnt last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

[the-dragon-invasion-is-near]

i have 0 idea how to make coloring look good on digital nghrhgnghnjk

[starlightkun]

oh this professor gave us no instructions whatsoever for this assignment. we're supposed to draft a demand letter and pretty much all these directions r is two sentences explaining generally what a demand letter is, a few (bad) examples, and then she pretty much just tells us to make us our own facts and details of a torts case from scratch and draft an entire demand letter from that. this is a 2000 level class in a certificate program for people who arent already in the legal field. if i were my classmates i'd be terrified 😭 like i see demand letters everyday and i'm still like ?????? what do you want from me?? a creative writing exercise and a legal writing exercise in one how fun thank u soooooooo much

[bloomvalyria]

my new favorite pastime is watching this person on tiktok called cactus boi explain all the fever dream plot points of the maximum ride series

[boyentity]

the way i would rather get electrocuted again than write this stupid essay

[thatrandombystander]

Oh bubble tea and pair of half stale donuts. You're the only thing between me and me quitting my fucking job right now.

[arolesbianism]

Guess who's thinking abt eg au again

[didyousaykfc]

don’t use the autofill/markup in iOS files to fill out digital forms

[stump-not-found]

GODDDDD this is really fucking amazing

Theseus' Guide to Ruining a Perfectly Good Boat Binding

Name's Dream, howdy hey. I'm someone who just. Hangs in this fandom somehow. Theseus' Guide is if not one of my top, the top fanfiction in the Gravity Falls fandom for me. And as such, I really really wanted to bind it. So... I asked @stump-not-found for permission and got it for a personal binding! Here's the result [thus far].

More pictures under the cut! Including the special things I included. :] Some spoilers below as well.

I knew I had to do *something* special for these lines in Chapter 8. God. They hurt me.

I knew even before I began working on this wanted to include some of the comics. [There's more than what is pictured here!] But I had to ask how/where? At the end of the chapter where the doodled align to? Finally, I decided to add them at the end altogether. It felt like the most natural place for them to go.

The dust jacket! Given that there was no where cover art for Theseus' Guide, I had to decide on something myself and eventually settled on this piece of art by Stump. I'd rather have an image that depicts Stanley and Stanford and the kids as well- but hey! Something to consider if I want to replace the jacket or for Part 2.

Finally, the hardback itself. It doesn't have any detailing currently but the name, but I plan to add things. Currently, I have a project where I'm recreating Journal 3 by hand. When I get the brass metal plates needed for that, I hope to add custom 'gold' detailing to the book on the front and back, as well as the spine. But for now, I feel really proud of how it turned out.

It took forever to lay it all out in Latex and get it looking professional but I love the result. I might try my hand at a few other fanfictions I really love to add to my personal bookshelf. Hope y'all love it too! [Pst. @starstreampress just released their own personal binding as well, which people should *also* check out.]

[the-acid-pear]

just watched a video on the Sampoong Department Store collaps, that shit hurt 👍

[rafesfawn]

🪽🧺 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋

𝜗ৎ⋆｡˚ when rafe sees a precious little doll on the side of the road with a broke-down car, how can he resist out of the kindness of his heart offering her a ride? just a ride home, that's all...

or how trailerpark!angel!reader and rafe met!

warnings: use of the nickname pet & little one, reader! is eighteen-nineteen! bit of perv!rafe, barely proofread!

a/n: first time writing a rafe fic/blurb! im so excited, also this is based on this ask and thank you so much for sending something I really appreciated it and I hope u like it mwah! I would say you two meet in like early season 2 (right before the cross storyline) also for the format slight ib to others on here esp @rafesangelita (sorry for the tag!)

this was based off of this ask! which tysm i literally love requests and rafe and trailerpark!angel!reader is my new obsession <3

a small, meaningless kick was made to the tire while you huffed and groaned, putting two hands over your frustrated features as all you wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.

“piece of shit,” you mumbled under your breath, kicking the tire once more, but immediately a whimper fell from your lips. the pain shot from your toe up to your spine. making you sniffle and tip-toe in pain. in your denim ruffle skirt, white socks, and pink converse, you sat down on the asphalt, on the side of the road, leaning against the side of your broken-down car.

she wasn’t the best car, but she surely got you around most of the time. most of the time. it was a little volkswagen beetle, light pink in color, covered in so many stickers some wondered if it was passing inspection. it wasn't.

sitting with your head against the car for what felt like hours (it was maybe ten minutes), but spending even that on the side of a main road in kildare island was torture. especially with the beating sun late august provided.

rafe was speeding down the road on the way to play golf and get drunk with topper and kelce. “ah shit, i don’t know, man.�� he said into his phone, holding it up with one hand; his voice gruff and confident, topper on the other line. “you really think i won’t kick your ass today huh?” a smirk grew on his already smug expression.

letting out a short chuckle at toppers response, nothing anybody ever said meant more than a laugh to him. or that's what it used to be like anyway, his act wasn't together if anything, it was worse than it'd ever been. his father condemning him to disingenuous "discipline" to forget about the possible death of his golden daughter.

"the fuck?" he mutters into the mic, his voice laced with confusion. as he sees up ahead on the road, a pink car broken down, with the most precious thing sitting against it. a pout on the angels soft lips and the most defeated look in her eye. aw, you just fell right into my lap, didn't you? little angel.

your eyes glued on the pavement, your entertainment of watching a little ladybug try to make it to safety in the distance, was shortly interrupted.

a nice black truck coming into view it came to such a short stop it almost took your breath away, the breaks slightly screeching at the haste. a tire replaced the spot the ladybug once was.

you stood brushing the dirt and gravel off the backsides of your pale thighs, left bare by the short fabric of your skirt.

the man stepped out of the truck. he was tall, and the sleeves of his polo looked like they were about to burst at the seams, not able to contain the biceps beneath. his features strong and statue-like, his deep sea eyes hidden behind the curtain bangs that hung over his forehead. a grin that seemed too genuine, too good to be true.

you removed your heart-shaped sunglasses, placing them on top of your head to see him more clearly. your possible savior, but he was anything but.

he stepped a bit closer, seeing the state of her already pretty beaten car, "having some car trouble?" rafe asked as if he wasn't stating the obvious.

you pretended he wasn't either as you nodded, the frown only slight now but still on your lips as your eyes remained looking up into his.

"aw.. poor thing we can't have that, what happened?" his voice, a mockery of sympathy. as he inspected the piece of shit car she loved so much. his care coming from a place of ownership, of burning ache or want.

still, in slight shock, you hadn't answered him, following behind him as he reopened the hood like he owned the car. not even realizing you'd been rude and not replied till he spoke again. "little one, i can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong." a heady mix of gentle and firm that made your mouth go dry and your head dizzy.

"oh- it's been on her last limb for like ever, i guess she finally called it quits... right on my way home." you said with a little sad laugh that rafe wanted to bottle the sound of and listen to on repeat. "and I really need to get home," you added fiddling with your fingers in front of you.

a sweet girl all out of options, rafe was so glad he was here to provide her with his help. "tell you what, I'll take you home and come back and fix this thing up for you, huh?" he offered, there goes his saturday plans he presumed. it'd be worth it. he told himself he'd make it worth it, with those shy eyes and the expression you carried like a lost puppy. you'd owe him he'd make sure to get something in return.

just like he figured, you shook your head. never wanting to accept such a grand favor. "I can't ask you to do that, I mean, I don't even know your name." nerves, curiosity, and a glint of something else tinged in your voice, so many wonders in that head as soon as his truck came to a stop for you. why? the only question running through your mind.

"It's rafe, can I help you out now?" his genuine grin turned almost smug at his own remark, brushing that bangs out his face, the effort pointless as they immediately fell back again.

you paused. picking at the already chipped white nail polish on your sore fingertips, a larger-rougher hand covered your own, stopping your movements with that firm gentleness he carried around her. you looked up at him, he was so much closer. the scent of some cologne that probably could pay your rent, and a tinge of smokey wood filled your senses.

"pet?" he questioned with an expecting tilt of his head, calling you that like it was the most natural thing in the world.

your body and mouth responding before giving another second for your brain or anxiety to think it over, you nodded. "can you please give me a ride home?" you hesitantly asked, it felt weird. getting help, and even asking for it felt foreign, he offered it so graciously like it was nothing.

looking down upon her, his grin turned genuine once again, his eyes seemed almost proud it was a soothing balm to her nervous heart. a rosy hue to her cheeks as his palm covered the side of her neck, making a few pats to the flesh before leading her to his truck.

you'd owe him. something he was sure you were ready for.