#itll be a good time no matter what

[puhpandas]

the q&a is today let's see if we get some wins!!!

[fleouriarts]

drawing bts pics i used to be obsessed with bc i have the power now (aka i am better at drawing than i was at 14)

ref pic + 2017 version under the cut

originally finished 12-18-2024

scan from @bangtan-sonyeon-scans

drawing by 14 year old me

[skunkes]

if life is categorized by Before Loss and After Loss then I exist in the before but with a countdown to the after. and the countdown is always always present and debilitating. the loss will be debilitating too but i cant help myself. i will always suffer twice.

[itsalwaysdark]

i like overthink everything now it makes me feel so dumb. i used 2 be able to just talk 2 ppl but nowadays every single thing im like Is that actually going to make them hate me. Yes probably. and then i just dont respond which makes ppl hate me. this is how it is

[lovesickeros]

☆ lost in orbit

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence [ implied ], unhealthy relationship {☆} word count 0.6k

She had resigned herself to apathy – to burying her love beneath the cold, hard soil and letting it rot amongst the graves of a long dead civilization, burned to ash in only a day. Yet how quickly it all fell apart in her hands, slipping through her fingers like sand, no matter how desperately she tried to cling to it.

Was she not diligent enough? Was she so weak that she faltered at the first person who showed her genuine trust and affection? Had all her work been for naught?

A part of her revolts – the same woman who watched the sky burn and the ground beneath her feet crumble into ash. It would be so easy to wrap her hands around your delicate throat, to squeeze until you finally saw her as the monster she knew she has always been.

Yet she doesn't think she could. The look of betrayal, of fear..oh, it would ruin her, she knows.

Perhaps that makes her weak. Perhaps you have made her weak.

Perhaps she does not mind as much as she should.

You trust her, after all – enough to sleep in her bed like she couldn't just kill you before you ever knew what was happening to you. Your body was so..fragile, in this mortal shell you descended in. How easy it would be to snuff out your life, here and now.

Yet she doesn't.

Instead, she looks at you like an old lover – with all the love of a woman who had died in the ashes of a dying civilization, of a woman who thought she could love no longer. Emotions she fought so hard to suppress well up in her chest and fill the empty space where she knows her heart should beat. Try as she might – and oh, how she tries – she can never quite stem the affection that consumes her every waking moment when she sees you.

It is like an addiction that she cannot rid herself of, no matter how she tries. She always finds herself back at square one – back to you.

Her hand lingers against your cheek, undue affection filling the empty spaces in her chest until she feels like cannot breathe. She traces her hand along your jaw, her vision narrowed on the softness of your lips.

Yet that same thought rises unbidden to the forefront of her thoughts. Love was a dangerous thing – you both knew that. To let it fester and rot her from within..she would be throwing her plans out the window, and for what?

Because she was too weak? Because the affection and trust in your eyes whenever your looked at her made her feel whole, like she was more then just an Archon playing God with the fate of the world?

You do not even stir as her thoughts toil like a brewing storm. She swallows the lump in her throat, removing her hand like she'd just touched a piece of hot metal. A part of her still screams that it's for the best, that you've corrupted her enough, torn apart her plans in the span of a week, a mere blink in time..

But it goes silent as she leans in, pressing her lips to your cheek. She will not let the thought fester, tonight – she will let herself be weak, if only for another day. If only to covet the affection that she finds herself drowning in for just another day.

And when you stir, she pretends that she had never thought of it at all, that she has only ever known love with you. Even if her heart that does not beat leaves a stabbing pain in her chest in the agony of knowing that even this is futile..

She lets you wake, let's the recognition and the affection fill your vision until she is all you see – two stars locked in orbit, unable to break away.

And when the day comes that you collide, she will be holding the blade that drives into your chest, and she will know nothing but love when she does.

[hungee-boy]

honestly if you live in a blue state and can afford a decent home and all your meds/food/utilities i want to hear NOTHING in regards to us in red states

i live in greg abbott's red texas. you know, the largest state that borders the most vilified neighboring country and receives the majority of latino immigrants + has a huge black population + a lot of arab and asian immigrants

i will not tolerate blame put on the people in red states who are constantly harassed and belittled because of their race, origin, religion, gender, and economic status

you want someone to blame? blame your party who did nothing to get people out of poverty, did nothing in response to police violence and killings, did nothing for palestine/lebanon, did nothing in response to abbott and desantis' vitriolic anti-latino racism and policies

democrats did what they do best, follow the right-leaning trend and lose to republicans

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i think i just met an angel

a super-fucked up one that has nothing to do with holiness but alot with flesh and blood and horrible painful bloody deaths. i had to die to get there at least once but i did it so many times

anyway. the horror game sure fuckin did horror!!

[orcelito]

So I've had no time to write today bc work etc etc but I've been thinking about it like All day and

I have chapter 17 all plotted out, and tbh could potentially write it in a matter of days, brain willing. It's finally back to Not action, which as fun as action is to write its also fucking Hard. So it'll be nice not having to agonize over the sound of a fucking chain (Twice) etc etc. Add in the fact that it's gonna be angsty as hell (angst is always the Easiest for me to write) & I rly think I could knock this one out quickly.

And the Great news is that. Examining the timeline and what I have planned...

Wolfwood is definitely arriving in chapter 18. And not at the end like I'd suspected. No, he's probably gonna be there towards the Start.

I've gotten through the two most difficult arcs to write for early ITNL, so the ball is really rolling now. We are Finally getting places...

[ennuidays]

think im back in my Everyone is stupid era bcuz im mad at people for literally no reason

[gibbearish]

> be me

> never send asks bc im scared ill mess something up

> type up lots of asks but never end up sending them

> finally type up an ask i feel like i can send

> check over it a dozen times to make sure im not missing anything

> send

> didn't actually read urls right

> sent ask to wrong person entirely

> mfw

[namelessprince]

they are so fucked as soon as they reopen the hole in the sea. theyre doomed to open it no matter what but man. if things seem bad now.....

[maffuyu]

I've been making this garlic bread for like 3 hours, it better be the best fucking garlic bread I've ever had or I swear to god

[shittygothbitch]

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[autosarcophagy-avaritia]

stupid how many breakdowns ive had in the time of having this acc and them all turning out fine

[critterchitters-closedcaptions]

i love when someone new fronts for a while and instead of causing front fatigue or like. a shitty mental state or dissociation, we instead get like. the most positive effects possible

tango is so cocky and confident and its doing WONDERS to our self confidence. like.

were going from "nooo someone will judge me :(" to "this is harmless, who cares. im having fun and no ones getting hurt. live and let live my guy <3"

everything sucks a little less when you just. Dont Care. not in the nihilistic way were used to, but in the "lifes short, why waste it caring about the opinions of people who dont actually care about you? go have fun and Live a little man!" way

ive noticed that he like. isnt always super confident, but he jokes through it and literally fakes it til he makes it.

"damn, im nervous. i might fuck this up.

Oh Well. just act confident and itll work" AND IT DOES??? IT DOES WORK!! and he doesnt flip out about little mistakes and stuff and its so much easier to Not Spiral when hes around cause he just.

he just goes "Oh Well. things happen. 🤷‍♂️. anyway who else wants pancakes cause i want pancakes." and then were Fine.

[director-yomi-hellsmile]

If I actually think about it for a bit all of our fuckass health problems (the physical ones) seem to have had their start around when the pandemic went on in 2020 which made me get sick with some mystery illness(es?) for a ridiculous amount of time until it fucked up our body just completely. Side-eyeing our mom who saw us take masks a bit too seriously back then and sat us down to tell us off and argue via facts and logic why we're so stupid for believing in covid until we started crying and had to agree to stop wearing masks properly while going out with her anymore. We should have bit her then actually