#it will not stop me in the future though

[french-fryyyy]

Ok but I'm actually not sure why I have been feeling worse as the day drags on. I woke up this morning and was doing absolutely fantastic mentally, even had coffee!!

Oh god it's the coffee isn't it. This is all because I got greedy and had 2 cups of it 😭

I hate that. I haven't had coffee in months, I was craving it. It was too good I couldn't stop myself

Curse you body and your weird thing with caffeine 🖕

[bloodyethanol]

im letting the days go by and i dont even have a beautiful house or a beautiful wife

[faunandfloraas]

[paperglader]

they really put alicent in bridgerton blue on the reunion and genuinely expected me to think that she didn’t in fact march all the way to dragonstone to get wifed up? bfr

[fascinationstreetmp3]

You did this? ...Yeah! Yeah, I did this.

[bizarrelittlemew]

i was hoping to make a post like this under happier circumstances, but here goes.

as some of you know, everything with the cancellation and renewal campaign has happened right on top of the worst part of my mom's cancer treatment (plus the show was cancelled on my actual birthday 💀). i won't go into details, but it's been tough. lots of ups and downs, mostly downs, luckily ending (for now) on as much of an up as circumstances allow. the whole thing has been weirdly tied to the cancellation for me, kind of amplifying every feeling. the grief got mixed up, and there was so much of it - mourning the loss of the kind of future i thought i'd have with my mother and the time we might not get, mourning the end of a show that means so much to me and is such a big part of my life. different types of grief, sure, and of different magnitudes, but in one big ugly swirl. i sort of had a breakdown right at the start of february, and it was because of news about my mom, but it morphed into my brain telling me everything i'd ever written was shit and wanting to delete it all. stuff like that, spilling over.

anyway. i was holding off on writing this post to see if the show got picked up by someone else. but i still want to say it. because what also spilled over was the support and community from this fandom, and being in this space (despite the rough times and high emotions) helped me through it, because of all of you here. whether we talk regularly, or you left a comforting reply or simply a like on one of my posts about having a hard time (i tried to keep them few), or wrote a nice comment on a fic, or said something funny or nice or insightful in the tags of a gifset, or was active here (or on twt) in any way, talking/sharing/creating stuff about the show - THANK YOU.

you all helped me through all the ups and downs, and i am so grateful. thank you for being here, listening, distracting, helping me feel some joy despite the horrors. i love you and i love this incredible show and all it has brought and will continue to bring and inspire, and although it should go without saying, i'm not going anywhere. just do me a favor and give yourself a big ol' hug from me, and know that you made a difference for some random guy on the internet (but in reality for many more, and for this fandom as a whole, just by being here and being you) 💕

[ahllohehn]

Ik your au isn’t just a retelling of the events in the books, but I thought the fact that some of them are in both Hermitcraft and Empires was just begging for a HOO scene redraw (I might do one on the Camp Empires side later)

I hope you like it ^-^

This actually activated so much of my neurons, I love this SO much oh my god

I didn't expect to wake up to fanart in my asks?? This is wonderful

I'm guessing Grian is asking about Santa Perla???

[iwasbored777]

I really love Gwen's story in the end of ATSV cuz even if she and Miles never speak again she has real friends now, she's not all alone anymore. She has people who understand her the way others couldn't. And things aren't 100% perfect in her dimension but at least her father no longer thinks she's a murderer and even though everyone else will probably never change their mind about her in her world at least her father is here on her side. It's a huge improvement from how things were in the first movie and the majority of the second one. She spent the whole first movie realizing what it's like to be happy again, in the second movie she was afraid that she would lose everything because things were even worse than before, at one point she did lose everything, and after that she gained more than she thought she would.

Of course she was so negative about stuff, cuz when life is beating you down for too long you forget that good things can happen.

[yellowocaballero]

RE: Your post about Israel. You want me to just, hate a country? Many of my friends are Jewish or Israeli. It seems reductive to say “if you support Israel at all DNI.” Big “Us Vs. Them” and “Inability to separate government from people” vibes.

You're embarrassing yourself. Defending a genocidal ethnostate online from the mean bloggers who tell its defenders to get out of her sight with these limp and tired 'points' is embarrassing for you. I hope you're a teenager, because thinking of you as a gullible teenager is the nicest way I can think of you.

It's massively insulting to Jewish people to equivocate being Jewish with being pro-Israel Zionist. Apparently you believe that "living in a country" = "supporting a country's actions", which matches up well with your obvious inability to have a single thought for yourself when you can deepthroat apartheid propaganda instead. It is actually kind of funny that you're clutching your pearls over being told I hate a country, when I'm guessing that you share Israel's fundamental belief that all Palestinian men, women, and children should be wiped off the face of the Earth.

More than that, it's actively depressing that in my inbox contains a criminally stupid Zionist who got offended when I drew boundaries in my own blog and decided to send a crying anon about it to me; and next to it I have an ask from a Palestinian begging for money so he can save his family's life. Delivering cool dunks against you would be extremely easy and would make me feel like a cool #activist but it feels actively stupid to do so at this point in time. I made a post blasting the fact that I don't want to engage in a debate and that I'm deeply intolerant of pro-Israel and Zionist views, and you rolled up trying to debate with me over it instead of blocking me and moving on. I'm not going to step into your Tumblr slapfest out of the desire to give sweet dunks or delude myself into thinking that I can change the mind of someone who just wanted to start an argument for the sake of it. My greatest hope for you as a person is that you're deeply ashamed of yourself in ten years, but at this point you're probably so entrenched into your victim complex that you've chosen to die on the hill of people shooting children in the head.

You're wasting your life and polluting your soul, so do what I told you to do in the first place and go someplace where I'm not asked to waste my own life speaking to you.

[voicesfoundmymemories]

Places

(Me Note) Hello! This isn't late you guys are just in the future- Konig x Reader? CW The only trigger warning is possible second hand embarrassment. Word Count: 2098!

You sigh as you walk back into the air-conditioned building, the cool air feeling like heaven on your sticky skin. It was a hot day even though summer had just started and you'd finished moving the last of your boxes into your apartment only a moment ago.

You hadn't bothered paying for a moving service, you barely had enough stuff to fill the place. You figured you'd buy furniture once you mapped out the space a bit better.

You pushed the button that called the elevator, waiting there with your suitcase in hand. You cringed at the sweat trickling down your back, anticipating the hot shower you'd take as soon as you were settled. The doors open and you step in, pressing your floor when a large hand barges between the almost shut doors.

"Ah- sorry" The voice is apologizing before the doors are even open again, and before you can say that it's alright your eyes widen at the sheer size of the man, the elevator shifting as he stepped into it.

"It's okay-" You stammer out, mentally slapping yourself for staring for so long. He looked almost… uncomfortable? His body was trying to angle away from you just enough to not be rude, which wasn't a lot with the size of the elevator.

You were intrigued by the man, but you'd much rather sit down, even if it was probably going to be on the floor. You kept taking half glances at him as the elevator closed once again. "Are you on the second floor?"

"What?" He asked, looking down at you.

"You're... floor? You didn't put one in." With that, he sucked in a breath, a quiet 'ah' as he pressed the button for the fifth floor.

"Sorry." He muttered, radiating nervous energy.

You smiled warmly at him, not wanting to leave a bad impression in your first new neighbor interaction. "No need to say sorry, oh- this is my floor. Nice meeting you-" you said quickly, waving at the tall man who halfheartedly waved back.

Well, shit. Looks like I've already ruined it, he hates me-

You count your losses, dragging your suitcase into your apartment.

You let your shoulders drop as you finally get a good look at the apartment, living area (at least that's what you thought was meant to go there) filled with boxes of your belongings. You pull out your phone and dial a number.

"Hey, mom."

"Hi, sweetie! How is everything? Got everything in alright? Oh, I told you just to hire a moving company-"

"Mom. I had barely enough boxes to fill my car. I did not need a moving company. I got everything in fine." She showed how much she cared by worrying about everything and anything.

"That's good. How are your neighbors? Do they seem nice?" You roll your eyes, smiling as you place the phone on the counter, putting it on speaker.

"Well, I just moved in less than five minutes ago I haven't met any of them yet." You say that as a vision of the bright blue eyes of that tall man crosses your mind. It was the only feature that stood out to you with the lower portion of his face covered. "I did meet someone in the elevator but he doesn't live on my floor. It's not like having a house." You hum, picking up the bag of apples you'd thought to buy before you got home. You'd probably order takeout tonight.

"Well, go meet them! Knock on doors, offer something!" You swallowed quickly, wiping at your mouth.

"Mother when have I ever been the type to go out of my way to socialize? If I see them... I'll say hi, I guess." You heard the scuffling sound of your mother covering the phone, and muffled yells to who you assumed was your father since your brother should be in school at the moment.

"I can't hear what you're saying but I know you're talking about me, Mother!" The phone is picked up again and you shake your head.

"It's just that you're gonna be lonely, sweetheart. You don't start the new job for another three weeks, what're you gonna do in that time?"

"You're only an hour away, if I'm that starved for human contact I'll drive home." You shrug though she can't see you.

~~~

You'd managed to unpack all your boxes within the week, and you're only priority shopping-wise was getting a new bed, which you'd done before moving in so it came later in the day.

You decided it was probably best if you stopped spending money on takeout, grabbed your keys and bag, and headed out.

You're standing in front of the elevator as it opens, coming face (not really) to face with the large man. His bright blue eyes find yours and you're both in an awkward stalemate, staring at each other until the elevator begins to close again and he mutters something you couldn't quite catch and shifts over to make space for you as you get in beside him.

"I didn't get your name last time." You give him a tight-lipped smile. I can't keep calling you large man in my head-

He looked down at you before glancing away again, the tips of his ears tinting red. "König-" he says quickly, looking like he wished he could swallow his words, which was weird. Did he not like his name?

You tried to say it in your head before attempting it out loud, not wanting to mess his name up, but before you could the doors were opening and he was muttering an excuse me as he got out of the enclosed space.

Did I do something? Oh my god, this is why I don't talk to people. You huff, following him out of the elevator but unable to find his presence. How did a man that big get away so quickly?

He managed to plague your mind your entire grocery trip, and you questioned why you were so intrigued by him as you thought up ways to talk to him without scaring him off.

Your game of elevator cat and mouse continued, and soon every time you waited for that elevator you hoped his damned masked face and baby blue eyes would be behind it.

~~~

You'd begun to feel a bit hopeless, near giving up as you hadn't seen him in a while. You got into the empty elevator, heading to the mail room.

You knew he was nervous, but you couldn't tell if it was in general or because of you. What if you made him uncomfortable? For what reason though? What could possibly-

Your thoughts went silent as you saw him opening his mailbox, head turned towards you as he scanned your frame. The one time I check the mail in garfield pyjama pants. Great.

You give him a quick grin, walking over to your mailbox as his gaze follows you. You fumble with your keys, trying to think of something, anything, to say to him.

The mail becomes inconsequential as you continue to sift through it, tossing out the junk. There's an awkward silence between you two that is only broken by the clearing of his throat.

You turn towards him, eyes wide and expectant. "I- uhm… I have apfel- agh… apple strudel?" He rubs at his neck, avoiding your gaze. "If you want." He adds quickly, his accent coming through in his nervousness. "Apple strudel? Do you bake?" You mentally slap yourself for the question. Of course he bakes, he's offering you some, genius.

The two of you make your way up to the fifth floor, the ride filled with tense silence and fleeting glances. He walks in quick strides to his door and you pause for a moment. Maybe I shouldn't be following a stranger into his apartment.

By all means it sounds like a bad idea but you follow him anyway, the intrigue of the man outweighing any logic of the situation. Besides, surely I'd feel it if something was off. He opens the door and the mouthwatering scent of tart apples fills the hallway, ridding you of any doubts you might have had regarding the safety of the situation.

"It smells really good- oh!" He had a plate in your hand before you could even close the door, gesturing you towards a seat on his sofa.

"Thank you..." Your words trail as you take a seat, looking down at the dessert.

He followed you down, sitting across from you on the single sofa as you dug into the strudel with the fork he gave you.

"It's really good!" You hum in surprise as the crisp flavor fills your mouth. "Do you like to bake?"

He nods slowly, and you notice the tips of his ears tinted that same shade of red. How… cute?

It gets quiet again, and you can't help your urge to make conversation. The silence didn't typically bother you but it felt like your brain was about to burst with all the questions you wanted to ask him.

You'd never wanted to get to know someone you'd barely met so deeply and completely.

You're barely able to get out, "What else do you like to bake?" before he speaks.

"I'm sorry. For being rude." He rushes out and your eyes widen a bit at his abrupt conversation switch. He can barely meet your eyes and you have the strongest urge to comfort him. Just one hug, I promise-

"Rude?" You repeat, head in a tilt, trying to think back on what he could be referring to. Uncomfortably awkward sure, but that'd mostly been your fault for trying to push a conversation.

"I don't think you've done anything that's offended me-" You hum, "And if you did this certainly made up for it because I'm drawing blanks." You try your best to muster up your sweetest smile, not wanting to scare him away again.

"Okay."

The brief time you spent in his apartment was enjoyable, and even though he barely muttered ten words you could tell he was trying his best, which seemed to be enough for you.

When you finally stood up to leave, saying goodbyes as you walked towards the door he stopped you, handing you a glass tupperware full of strudels.

"Oh, I-" You eye the container, surprise written all over your face. "Thank you! This is really nice of you."

~

You catch yourself with a silly smile on your face as you look down at the glass container, the insides concealed by the lid. The sun had long began to set and the sounds of the cities night life were beginning to stir. Truly, you were going insane. The glass container filled with treats that you presumed he'd made entirely for you. You'd already stared at it for god knows how long, and now you were cursing yourself for not asking for his number when you had the chance.

You groan, backing away from your kitchen counter and leaving the poor strudels there to cool down, trying to shift your thoughts to anything but the tall man. The tall, sweet, adorably shy man.

You shake your head free of the thought. It wouldn't do you any good to dwell on it. Next time. The next time you saw him you'd ask for his number. You nod to yourself, walking the span of your counter as your mind raced with different possibilities. The sweet gift caught your eye every time you walked past, which might've made it a tad bit more difficult to stay focused.

After pacing the short length of your island a few more times you give in, lunging for the glass and popping it open.

"They smell so good…" You eye them hungrily, the smell of the warm tarts seeping into the air. You were never the best at baking, so this was chef extraordinaire level mastery to you.

You pick one up, gushing about the taste of it as you wave the cover in your hand. You nearly drop it, tossing it onto the counter.

A small bright yellow that definitely wasn't the red of the container peeks through the corner of your vision. Taped to the lid is a small piece of paper. You peel it off carefully, not wanting to get your hopes up in case this wasn't what you thought it was.

"My number. If you want it. I would like to talk to you more but I'm not the best at conversation."

[duplexide]

Various assets commissioned by an indie horror movie studio for a bubblegum themed slime monster mascot.

The mascot needed to resemble Gooey Gus from Ghostwriter as closely as possible while still being unique. Nemesis from Resident Evil, and Stretch Screamer Blister Beasts were used as additional inspirations to differentiate this new character I dub "Sticky Steve".

[stardestroyer81]

You ever wonder how Mike is going to keep seven foot tall animatronics out of his office with a flimsy door in place of the ones we're used to?

[futturmangamez]

Be yourself so the people looking for you can come find you⚘

Me:

[ratatatastic]

well when you put it like that yeah it makes me cry!

[loosesodamarble]

Eternal Nacht and Josele

The song "eternal" from the game Cafe Enchante has my heart and soul in a vice. I always thought it had the perfect vibes for Nacht and Josele which was cemented by @lyranova editing together this video.

(By the way, the art Lyra used in the video was something I commissioned from @crazycookiemaniac.)

And since I was feeling especially in love with my ship today, I decided to sit down and try my hand at translating the song. It's rough and probably not the most coherent translation but I love it.

The art, the sound of the song, the meaning of the lyrics, and most of all my ship. I love it all!

Now here's the translation I came up with:

Smiling together I nestle myself closer to you The distance between us disappears The hand you touched warms with fervent emotions

My unremarkable daily life takes on color The more I seek it out, the more profound it becomes I hope the warmth that fills my heart Will continue on forevermore

Enveloped in a downpour of dazzling joy If I'm with you, I can keep walking on The love that came to be The two of us, in this place With your love

Your trembling hand I gently and fully grasp it in my own I'll never let go of that hand I swear that in my heart

Simply put, I adore your natural smile I want to protect it with all my heart Tomorrow is something even more dear Your voice is resounding

Trembling with a longing, heartrending desire I won't forget those days I feel the time passing by We'll live our lives as one For your love

In the depths of those eyes that gaze into mine I search for the truth If we're together, then I'm certain we'll be all right Anytime, anywhere Oh, I love you so.

Enveloped in a downpour of dazzling joy If I'm with you, I can keep walking on I feel the time passing by We'll live our lives as one For your love Feeling it so deeply in that way Always in this place With your love This eternal place for just us two

[justkillingthyme]

how'd you?? get banned from talking about ls in ceramics lmfao?

Got too silly with it