#maybe someday!

[mortalheartache]

hello haydennation i’m up very early eating a lovely breakfast and lamenting my life choices (nowhere near my college offers mortuary sciences which i’ve been interested in for years)

[lady-of-snails]

sometimes as i go about my day im struck with the realization that i have become the very thing i swore to destroy (the author of an abandoned fic that hasn't updated in years)

[keebwee]

i would love to have a job but i think they would all hate me because my health is so damn unpredictable (i have been sick for 9 days straight) and i havent had a moment where im actually fine enough to try and get one. chronic illness is a bitch

[lullabile]

didn't wanna draw his bottom half so you get big empty space! yippee!

[ithinkofnealcassady]

i think allll the time about writing a what if kendall does kill himself post finale thing from stewy’s pov but every time i think of it i start feeling so incredibly physically nauseous and full of grief i can’t move to do it

[onepieceof-stardust]

Made the mistake of looking @ a mycology PhD program a while back and now I gotta constantly remind myself I couldn’t handle more academia

[aimfor-theheart]

i dont even have any ideas, but with how amazing your writing is i think you'd kill it writing Neuvillette💕

anon thank you 🥺🥺💗💗

i would love to write him someday….him and zhongli really do something strange to my brain………………

i did write a lil fae au drabble w him somewhere……

Send me a fic idea you’d like to see me write!

[shewantsitall]

Thinking about Bradley Bradshaw's birthdays over the years...

I think he would remember one birthday before Goose died... idk if one really remembers their second birthday, but I think he would have something. Maybe not the whole party, but something. A flash of his Momma and Daddy and Uncle Mav singing him happy birthday, wearing giant sparkly top hats to go with the magician theme.

After Goose died, Carole and Mav would have started going All Out. Every year there's a huge party with whatever theme Bradley chooses. They invite his whole class from day care, and then Pre-K, and the kids in his class once he starts school. There's a dinosaur party where Uncle Mav and Co. bury "fossils" in the yard for him and his friends to find, and a cowboy party where they do pony rides. There's a jungle themed party held after hours at the zoo. They're Extra Extra.

Bradley wants a plane themed birthday when he turns 10. He's already made up his mind that he wants to be a pilot "like Dad and Uncle Mav and Uncle Ice and Uncle Slider and Uncle....." and Carole is already not a fan of this idea, but she's been subtle about it, with both Bradley and Mav. When he tells Carole and Mav the theme of the year, it all comes out. Before Carole and Mav talk, he's ready to throw His Baby Goose the best darn plane themed birthday party there's ever been. He's already scheming and thinking about where to get decorations, wondering what he could "borrow" from the base or the other guys... wondering what it would take to convince his CO to let him drive Bradley around in circles on the ground in his tomcat. Then they talk. He doesn't agree, but he understands. Carole tries to dissuade Bradley from his party theme of choice- the career of choice talk comes a few years later- and steer him towards something, anything else... it doesn't work. She has to have a Grown Up Conversation with Mav, which is always difficult, and convinces him to help convince Bradley that motorcycle birthday party is an equally good theme...like liers.

When he turns thirteen, an Important Milestone Year, Mav is stationed overseas and can't get any leave. He's managed to swing it for the last eleven years, but he pissed someone off and there's nothing he can do to get home, even though he's managed some way or another for the last twelve years. His birthday is set to be uneventful. It's not the same without Uncle Mav, but Mom said she'd order pizza and they make a plan to have a movie night. He's dreading it, a little bit. It doesn't feel special, and it's just wrong to have a birthday without Uncle Mav around. But when the night comes, it's not just him and Mom. The Uncles ALL show up, sans Mav, and Uncle Ice comes bearing a Very Special gift from Mav, along with Bradley's favorite part of his own gift, the fact that he pulled strings (already) and managed to arrange for at least a call.

Family Birthday Pizza Night becomes the tradition after that. It continues with as many of them as possible, missing an Uncle here and there, but never again without Mav. Birthdays fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen are Pizza Birthdays. By Bradley's sixteenth birthday Carole is too sick to eat pizza with them, and by his seventeenth, Family Birthday Pizza Night is no longer an option.

Bradley's seventeenth birthday is a sad one. He's recently orphaned and facing his senior year of high school. Uncle Mav managed to get a post near Home so that he could take care of him and stop him from ending up in the system but somehow it makes Bradley feel worse because he's there and stuck with him, something than Mav refutes every time he hears the kid say it because he wants to be there with him more than anything else in the world including in the cockpit of an F-14 grounded for the time being. It's the year that Mav gives him ✨Misty✨, his dad's old Bronco. She's a mess, but the other part of the gift is a promise to help him fix her up. They spend the day working and it's the perfect distraction. Bradley loses track of just how wrong it all is until they slow down for the day. But, luckily, Mav is just as ready for the inevitable tears as he was for starting the process of restoring Bradley's New Car.

Birthdays 18-21 are especially lonely. He's in college because Mav pulled his papers. He doesn't want to be there and it's obvious to everyone around him. UVA is far from home (and far from Mav and all of his childhood friends) and he isn't keen on meeting anyone new either. He's angry at Mav and at the world and at his situation and he isolates himself, even though it doesn't help anything at all. He stays in and broods... he doesn't even watch movies and eat Pizza. He does his best to keep anyone from finding out. He gets cards from Mav each year but he doesn't open them. He stops opening the ones from Ice after 19, when he includes a note that suggests he should call Mav and mentions how much he misses him. Bradley doesn't throw them away, though. Just tucks them safely at the bottom of a box. Just in case he ever gets up the nerve to open them.

Mav sends him a birthday card every year until he turns 36. So does Ice. They never get opened, but they join the others in the bottom of the box. Those birthdays are better... mostly. He eventually lands in the Navy, makes it to flight school, and starts meeting His People. There are birthdays spent doing what he loves and spending time with people he loves. Some of them, however, namely 22 and 29 (which is my current random guess for Goose's Last Birthday) are especially difficult. 22 is the loneliest he's ever been. His new friends have taken him Out for the night and he's surrounded by people but it feels so wrong that he can't enjoy it. Maybe he and Jake who's not yet Hangman??? are together for that one... but Bradley's in such a funk and refuses to talk about it that it starts to drive them apart...the beginning of the end.

He turns 37 after the uranium mission. His life has changed so so much. He doesn't feel so alone anymore. He's mending things with Mav, he's finally in some much needed therapy, and thanks to how close it falls to the mission, the whole gang is still together at Miramar. Mav gets back to his birthday Shenanigans and enlists the help of both The Uncles and The Friends to help him transform The Hard Deck into a Rooster Themed extravaganza, complete with more balloons and confetti than should ever be allowed anywhere. This confuses most everyone who's there that night that isn't with them buuuut that's alright. The crew indulges him in a birthday sing-along at the piano with full participation. They play all the games and he wins a number of turns that starts to feel suspicious "Come ON Hangman, we all know you can do better than that" "You can't lose at everything on your birthday, Sunshine". There's a rooster shaped birthday cake. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts too much. There's also birthday card from Ice. One last one, and it's so so bittersweet. It has a sweet sweet note about how much he's loved and how Ice has kept track of him over the years. An apology that he isn't there to give it to him himself, and an apology that they didn't let him know what was going on, that he didn't want it to interfere with the mission. That Mav tried to convince him otherwise. A plea that he resolves things with Maverick and a reminder that they need each other, maybe now more than ever. Mav wisely doesn't give him the card during the party and waits until the night has wound down and they're back at the hangar???? The next day Bradley opens the cards from Ice and pours over the notes. It's a less happy day. The cards do nothing to help his guilt and, in fact, only make him feel worse because he realizes what he missed out on for so many years. That he'll never have the chance to have again. BUT. That's not Birthday Content so we won't go into that here.

Things only go up from there. Every birthday after is better than the last. Always spent with family, one way or another.

[ozimul-reacts]

guess who is thinking about Tomba again

made these a while ago but never uploaded them anywhere, here, look at my boy

[starakex]

Happy 413! I haven't honestly thought about Homestuck in years. Heck, I eventually dropped out after like the 15th super-omega-duodecim-hiatus and only caught up on the big anime ending. I haven't even seen the post-Homestuck content (but I've been told it's better this way.) I was getting nostalgic, lately, and thinking back on all the wild shit I was doing on this hellsite during my big homestuck phase. It's fun looking back on it, seeing these characters grow as I did and then doing my own growing on my own afterwards. What a time capsule! According to my folders, this Dave photo is from 2013. 10 years ago man, how cool is that! I barely knew how to sew properly at the time. I think this cape is my first proper cosplay sewing project! Time flies! So despite the decline, happy birthday to a series near and dear to my heart!

[ot3]

i've gotta know if you've ever played the world ends with you? you have excellent taste in DS games so i've been curious for awhile about your thoughts on it, if you have any. if you haven't played it... definitely recommend, i think it would be right up your alley, esp as an ORV fan

i have not played twewy but my friend @kageyama-ritsu is a big fan and she also got us all into orv so that tracks....

[itspileofgoodthings]

I would love to one day learn the guitar actually

[timesnewfishcat]

pcb miku

[lylahammar]

My take on unicorns! I'd really love to make a mythical creature field guide someday, since the Spiderwick Field Guide is what inspired me to start drawing in the first place 🥰

[farmerlesbian]

This is a misspelling, her name is Jill Posener. Also, here is a link to her portfolio website.

jill posner, photographing butch, from dagger: on butch women, edited by Lily Burana, Roxxie, and Linnea Due, Cleis Press, 1994

[Jill Posner is a British photojournalist whose work has been published internationally in publications ranging from On Our Backs to The New York Times and The Village Voice, and in anthologies like Stolen Glances, a lesbian photo collection. She has published two collections of photographs of political graffiti, Spray It Loud and Louder Than Words, (Pandora Press).

The photographic process is for me a type of seduction. Not a sexual seduction, but a process of asking and coaxing someone to reveal herself, reel by reel. I find it hard to ask a butch to reveal herself because it makes me feel vulnerable. Perhaps I’m uncomfortable with even the hint of a sexual dynamic being present with another butch— and there can be a sexual aura during a photo shoot. It’s less threatening for me to ask a femme to be more daring, more explicit, and though I am attracted to femme women, there is less of a sexual charge during a photo shoot. I wish I had more rapport with butches because I love to photograph them and I’m always excited by the results.

People have said that I’ve been experimenting with genderfuck for years in my work. I’ve always resisted that. I am ambivalent about the issue of gender dysphoria, the idea of gender fluidity. I’d like to photograph the process of someone’s transition from female—]

[dubious-artwork]

Heartbreak, grief, and hurt.