#if you couldn't tell lol

[velvet-games]

The way you draw fem vox and alastor is so pretty I love them

thank you!

[flames-tstuff]

I'm finally getting back into drawing again! (sort of) Yay!

Assuming the motivation sticks around for more than a couple days (🤞), I'd love to finish some of my abandoned tk drawings! Until then, here's a sneak peek of what I've been working on the past few days :)

[nekomortiz]

Despite everything

I honestly think Voltron is a good show.

[scorchedmizar]

He can't breathe. He doesn't need to breathe, of course not, but something just feels so wrong. It's like his wires are too tight, his chassis is suffocating him, his vents are blocked. There's no surprise when his fans kick on, loud and- too loud. Everything is too loud, too quiet, too bright, too dark, too hot.

Sun clutches at the ribbon around his throat with trembling hands. He's here again. He didn't think he'd ever have to come here again. But he's here. He's here. A gasp slips past him without his consent and his hands shoot up too late to muffle the sound. Wet? Why is his face wet? Oh. He doesn't even try to stop the sob that builds up. Sun's head falls in shame and sorrow. That voice in his code, the one that demands he put the Lord before himself, says that its his fault he's here. His God is too perfect to send His servant here without reason. Sun did wrong. He's the problem. But he can't, he can't, he can't.

He catches himself as he falls forward to his hands and knees. He just wanted friends. He just wanted... The sounds he's making are pathetic, the servant knows this. Sun really thought he could fix the Lord... help the Lord? They're both so lonely he just doesn't understand why it has to be this way. But its always been this way, hasn't it? Even despite their moments, they've never been able to let each other in. He's openly crying now with all the dramatics of sniffling and whining and shaking. Actions so unfit for the servant of a god. He's so pathetic.

Has this all really been so pointless? To hope? Is hope really just another person he can't trust? Is hope a traitor...? Hope is a traitor. Hope has thrown him to the ground and abandoned him. Hope never cared for him. Why did he ever believe hope could do anything for him? He clung to it like a fool and look where that's landed him. Hope put him here.

[bitch-butter]

just coming to say I’m obsessed with the eion/ross discourse you and the anon have going on. truly some delicious insights,,, like you guys are dropping insane raw lines about these two has beens (never weres?). “when you're in the wake of that Heartbreak feeling it starts to feel like in a real cosmic sense you were created to endure this pain and that it will never and Should never end because if it ends then what was it all for” “or, more likely, left a piece of one another embedded into each other's muscles and tissues and left them disabled. it hurts especially when it rains.” like change their names and write a book I’m soooo serious. anyway my contribution to this discourse is taylor swift’s the smallest man who ever lived. both of them are tbh but ross @ eion especially I think. all this yapping to say i love your fic and the pod!!

anon I think you sent this a bit ago but thank you so much! I treasure the ross/eion experience so deeply lol a ship (?) for geniuses!

also thank you for listening to the pod! season two out tomorrow 👀

[seraphtrevs]

bcs is about the dangers of sleep deprivation. literally every character has at least one scene that shows they struggle to go to sleep

Extremely relatable of them tbh

Well, except for Lalo. He doesn't struggle with going to sleep, he just avoids it all together - and considers it a blessing! He's so deranged <3

[lastoneout]

tbh I actually think picking the "idk what you're talking about" options in Lonesome Road makes it more tragic bcs I originally went in having no idea what was going on and to me at least it really started to feel like Courier Six did have amnesia but was slowly remembering what happened as they went through the area and Ulysses explained, and then ofc being horrified by that knowledge and struggling between denial and acceptance, so like 10/10 either way on that one

Idk it's almost gonna suck to replay it if only bcs now I do know what it's about and I won't get that slow, dreadful reveal and the intense switch from actual ignorance to full on denial of the truth right in front of me, that shit was SO good Ima really miss it

[emberglowfox]

birds of a feather

[dinictis]

This was supposed to be a focus stack, but my photos were very poorly aligned and uhh it made this instead. Definitely not a good specimen reference photo but it's kind of cool

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

[gilded-ghosts]

BROOKS BRIDGE BOOKS by Gilded-Ghosts

A 30x20 CC-free Art Nouveau bookstore & café. The lot type is set as "library" but could easily be changed to a functioning café by adding in an espresso maker, grinder, etc. (but I specifically included this space on the first floor!)

CC-free (Used EPs/GPs/SPs/Kits listed below the cut)

Placed on a 30x20 lot using the "bb.moveobjects on" cheat

Fully furnished and cluttered two-story interiors

Play-tested for gameplay with no routing issues

GALLERY ID: gildedghosts | DOWNLOAD (Tray Files)

More screenshots below the cut!

Packs Used: Life & Death, Lovestruck, For Rent, Growing Together, High School Years, Cottage Living, Snowy Escape, Discover University, Get Famous, Seasons, Get Together, Werewolves, My Wedding Stories, Realm of Magic, StrangerVille, Parenthood, Vampires, Crystal Creations, Paranormal, Laundry Day, Romantic Garden, Cozy Bistro, Castle Estate, Everyday Clutter, Blooming Rooms

[teshiee]

siblingery ( WARNING: lloyd swearing in ninjargon... )

for context lloyd is NOT talking about kai.

(yk when youre like, talking, and then this one person is like "what're we talking about again?" and you're sick of repeating and you just say "you.")

[butyouaremymess]

Colin + his (many) love confessions for Penelope

[arcadeplayer-nickonz]

saw @sorrelpaws 's dtiys pop up on my recommended page once more and thought why not join in- even if it's late as heck!

[tamagoneko]

inukag.. but groppy