#im going to wake up tomorrow

[cosmohydrargyrum]

please keep in mind this was hastily written at 2am after a bad day. on a scale of 1-10 i rate my symptoms outrageous. something I notice all the flipping time is how hEDS is so prevalent in disability spaces while other EDS types are not mentioned even if the statement applies to not just hEDS? and on some level I understand that hEDS is much more common than other types and if people have hEDS they're going to talk about hEDS. but like. for example, the hEDS plushie dreadfuls' symbolism is listed for things that multiple types of EDS experience but it's listed as like "hypermobility disorder" or something. what kind of fuckassery. I haven't looked into it much myself but I've also heard the EDS society puts so much focus on hEDS and neglects other types which is. stupid to say the least. idk every time I see "hEDS awareness!" and it's stuff that applies to every/multiple type of EDS my lifespan depletes

[arlathen]

└ ❤ So he's basically our child.

[eyeballs-in-my-head]

I just think they're neat...

[heartorbit]

i just wanted to draw the ave mujica outfits .

[slavhew]

jakey + dirkjake sandwiched between my organic chem notes. a poem in there somewhere

[criticalbeauregard]

pov u are walking through the woods minding your own business in early 18th century new england

(click for better quality)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

this outfit is very important to me

[sweetieviktor]

jealous!sevika x bartender!reader (headcanons + tiny scenarios)

summary: while working at the bar, a guy is being inconvenient. luckily, a jealous sevika takes care of him.

content warning: slightly spoilers of season 1, arc 2 and 3, the guy is harassing reader (it is not sooo explicit but if you dont feel comfortable with this dont read it, please!!), little violence (just a punch) and a bit of blood. be warned, be safe!

author notes: i loved doing this request and, as my first one, i hope this is good. btw here is almost 4am and i haven't slept yet (i promised myself that i would write something on the weekend and i did it yey), so there may be a lot of typos and things like that but i can't think properly now, so yep i will post it as it is now, no proof read, no nothing. wish you guys like it!

» in the late night hours, the last drop was more agitated than ever. in every corner there were people talking, smoking, playing and drinking the drinks you made and poured in their cups again and again.

» working in such a crowded place was like hell, specially today, it looked like all of the lanes came to the bar at the same time. but you were well paid, you couldn't complain much, well, not now that a guy was just about to tip you.

“hey, pretty thing,” the weird man waved his hand to get your attention, smiling creepily at you when he finally got it, “would you get me one more of these?” he raised his glass mid air to make his point clearer “i can pay you well...”

» you knew the risks of his proposal, but money is money, and so is job, and you needed it bad now, things in the lanes never were this difficult, but since the enforces forced their troops in, making money was even harder.

» so you did as you were asked. picked up the bottle from behind the counter, walked to his side and poured in the glass a dose of the liquor. he placed a few more coins than the drinks price on the table and you smiled politely, picking them up.

» in between cards, a certain someone was already watching you from afar, waiting to step in if the man tried to do something that could possibly harm you. she was silco's right-hand, a regular at the lost drop and nothing more. just another sometimes flirty customer, but unlike him, she was respectful with you.

» when you turned your body so you could put the bottle back to its place, the man called you. again. and now she was on full alert, almost forgetting about the cards game she was playing.

“pretty thing, you forgot something! you still haven't told me your name, right? i want to know you... better.” the way he was eyeing you, your body, was making you sick and all you wanted to do was to punch him now, and sadly you couldn't.

but someone could. and she did.

even before you registered what was happening, the tall woman was already at your side, almost shielding you from the man's view, burning eyes looking directly at his soul. “if you ever come here again, i swear to you, the chances of you being alive are zero, you understood?”

“b-but ma'am i did nothing!” his nose was bleeding almost comically, but she still kept her composure, holding the man's face in place, so she could punch him again if needed.

“i've asked you if you understood!” she slammed down her mechanical hand on the table, raising it again, her voice full of rage.

“yes, ma'am!” she released him, and he runned away from the bar, shrinking and muttering “sorry's” at you both again and again.

“and you better never try to talk with them like that.” she shouted so he could still hear her words, jealousy dripping in every one of those. when she looked down on you, your pretty eyes were already shining while you looked up at her.

“thanks. for defending me.” you offered her a little smile, a genuine one, and she offered her hand, which you gladly shaked.

“no need to thanks. name's sevika.” she said, displaying a smirk on her so pretty lips.

“sevika... a beautiful name for an even more beautiful lady.”

» you didn't know her well, and neither did she, but maybe this could be a start of something.

[talon-dragonbeast]

today i had a realization that kinda freaked me out at first and now has me feeling incredibly sad. so i live in a pretty cold place, right? the coldest in the region actually. the town is always covered in mist and clouds, and in winter it can get so cold it snows. so, heres what i realized today:

the trees. theyre still green.

i cant explain how disturbing this seems to me. green trees in november. yesterday the maximum temperature was 19 °C, and i dont know how that translates to fahrenheit but let me tell you that its pretty fucking warm for autumn. im not even sure if its going to snow this year. thats bonkers.

as a being from nature, this has me feeling actually nauseous. like i know im not the most connected to nature guy in existence, but even i can tell when something feels off. something has gone terribly wrong here, and i dont know what to do about it. fuck.

[koszmarnybudyn]

Here is the slut.

[omppupiiras]

everybody look at our babygirl

[wingsofhcpe]

thinking about the garrison getting the news of the Savoy massacre.

thinking about Treville reading the missive and feeling the earth dissolve into air under his feet, realising that by giving away the location he doomed his men to the slaughter.

thinking about him having to tell Athos and Porthos.

thinking about Athos going into shock because God, no, not again, he can't have lost his little brother again like he lost Thomas.

thinking about Porthos going into absolute rage- and grief-filled denial and insisting that they leave right now because Aramis is okay, he has to be, he can't have abandoned them, he can't have left them not like Porthos' mother did.

thinking about Athos trying to cope by slipping into professional soldier mode, detached, emotionless and trying to prepare Porthos for what they'll find.

thinking about them seeing the bodies and knowing their brother, their Aramis, is lying dead among the other corpses. And then they find him, and Porthos yells that he's alive and suddenly Athos is crumpling because Aramis is safe he's safe he didn't lose another brother. Treville scoops up Aramis in his arms and holds him tight for a moment, just one, because Aramis is his salvation too, his survivor, the only of his men who came back alive and thus not all is lost, and Treville vows never to let Aramis suffer again as he did that day.

thinking about Athos and Porthos holding Aramis between them, wrapping him and themselves in blankets to share their body heat and warm him. Aramis waking up and asking for Marsac but then realising Athos and Porthos are here and he breaks, crying and sobbing and begging them not to leave him in the cold all alone with the dead, too. And that is when the three of them vow, All for one and one for all, that it's either all three of them together or not at all. Nobody gets left behind.

thinking about Savoy and brotherhood and the boys just clinging to each other no matter what, because even when all seems lost, they're still the Inseparables, and that will always mean something.

[un-local]

Free my man Larian. His unhinged swagless demeanor has captivated me 🖤

1hr-ish quickie since I haven't drawn in like a month.

[slavhew]

daily affirmations: im the shit

[vrage-analyst]

Uzumaki.. spiral... snail imagery around Geto, snails have spiral shells, he is spiraling (okay I'm reaching there), he develops a move called Uzumaki, spirals have good cheerful types on connotations in Japan but he is twisting it to be something dark, something you see he uses as a cope mechanism by acting cheerful and happy as a cult leader after the trauma he went through seeing the loss of a girls life that was also the loss of everything he had then and there, and it can also be a warped answer to Gojo's infinity.

Geto becomes depressed and suppresses it by doing awful things and justifying that it's for the better good so he can be happy, snails are written to protect the Buddha which he is the false version of while Gojo represents the upright version of the Buddha by being the honored one, also Geto's biggest downfall was failing to protect people he cares about further pushing the warped point of snails and spirals and why the protection is warped ough pain.

This is unhinged 6:30 AM haven't slept yet ramblings of someone working on a Geto video but I promise I sometimes speak coherently and my thoughts sometimes make more sense when I do.

[evermoredeluxe]

they blame her for every single problem in the world and then demand her to solve every single problem in the world but they also want her to stay in her lane cause “she’s annoying and the worst” but somehow in the same breathe they also say she’s “mid and has no importance”.

like if i was her i would run away before i go insane. her mental toughness is something to be applauded. not a single other artist could live in her shoes for a week, that’s a fact, they’d break within the first day.

i feel like this type of treatment is less existent on tumblr (or at least i don’t see it), but so very prevalent on X and tiktok. like people who hate her and claim irrelevance will want her to make kamala harris win or change AI laws or so much other stuff. she does have immense influence and power, but simultaneously, that’s not how things work. not to mention that she is a singer, and her job doesn’t entail all of this. she truly didn’t lie with “you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me”