#mb for the wall of text

[starving-mimi]

copies

and now as a sidenote, it's time for mimi rambling/ PSA ! (which might sounds dickish here and there)

I've seen an absolute sudden increase in "daily [characters] blog"[which consist, for those who don't know, of drawing a certain character or thing everyday (or trying to)] and as somebody who's been posting daily for over 2 years (if you ignore small breaks i took on rarer occasion here and there) I feel like I'm in a position where I can say things about these kinds of blogs.

if you're the owner of one of these kind blogs or think about making one, this message's for you

to current owners of such blogs:

do not FORCE yourself to draw/post everyday, much less MULTIPLE TIMES a day

even though it's the goal of these kinds of blogs, do not tell yourself that just because it has DAILY in the name, you NEED to post everyday. Use queue if needed, don't post if you don't feel like it.

You're going to burnout sooo quickly if you just draw slop because you don't want to skip a day, no one LIKES slop posts made just to fill in the day, trust me, i have many! No one is going to hunt you down for forgetting a day or even mention it to you or anything! (or at worse if you know you'll have a period of innactivity, make a post about it to your followers that you can later delete if you really want)

Don't try answering requests as soon as possible just because you don't want to "disappoint" people or whatever! you owe people nothing, and especially not a "quick reply", again, you'll burn out if you force yourself into doing people's request

also this might be more of a personal opinion, but, please keep it to posting once a day (or like twice if absolutely needed), if you're just going to post a ton a day, might as well just post to a main where you just so happen to also post daily (also lazier posts made only because you want to rush multiple drawings every day are just bruh.)

to people considering making one of these blogs:

honestly, don't. You want to challenge yourself into drawing everyday? Do that on your main blog! You have too many doodles/art and want to post it all? Post it on your main! Don't put yourself under the limitations of having a blog specifically for DAILY posting, especially for a SINGLE character. Even if you love a character, you WILL get bored/burned out/just out of ideas for what to even draw with only ONE character

Sure it's cool and everyone else is doing it, but you're also putting yourself under unnecessary stress and limits. Not only your art, but yourself will suffer of these limits eventually

You trust and know yourself enough to know you WILL post daily on that blog? AND won't let it take so much over your life and schedule that you feel terrible when you don't post/decide to abandon it? Then make one, who am i to stop you ig

You wanna make one on a whim because everyone else is doing it and it looks fun? But you don't know if you're going to actually hold up to posting everyday? Yet again, don't. Don't make one. Just post on your account, let people know you by your username, not because of some gimmick (like I mean, ppl know me as (starving-)mimi, not as "daily dst funny" or whatever, do you really want to be only known as "that person who draws [character] everyday" and not as yourself? If you do then ig go make one, but I think it's much nicer to be recognised for who you are than to be just known as "that person who draws a character daily")

tl;dr: don't put yourself under the curse of silly daily posting on a whim just because everyone else is doing it and it's the current trend, and don't post slop art just because you don't want to skip a day POST SLOP BECAUSE YOU WANNA TORTURE PEOPLE WITH IT BHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA cough, i mean. cough.

this might all seems very obvious, but i think people don't realise that daily posting isn't always as fun as it seems :')

TL;DR FOR THE TL;DR post daily cuz you got too much stuff to post that is just too good to all dump in a single post, not just because everyone else is doing it and you find the people daily posting cool and want to get in on the trend

[celbrini]

[STOLIE] after game three round one of the playoffs against the sens 24.04.2025

[askthe-littlepoet]

You are so salty it's hilarious

"...yeah, y'know what I am."

"The Lamb, they used me, like a toy, and they almost immediately moved on to someone who dresses, and looks like me. I'm salty because they, without a shadow of a doubt in my mind, will be treated much differently than I was."

"I didn't even marry, or technically ever 'date' the Lamb. But, after all I do, all the time I spend, the way I showed them someplace deep, close to my heart? And, they say all of that? Why wouldn't I be salty? You tell me."

"I showed them a place I took my dead fiance, they 'measured' me to make a stupid jacket, fucked them in their bed, and we weren't dating."

"...and they got married when the Lamb got drunk."

"Of course I'm salty."

[neeeooon]

okay mb i misread the “parents walk in on you” pt 3 as the “find out they have a kid” pt 3 and already wrote half of it so.. here we go !!

when they find out they have a kid pt 3

ex-husband!bllk x fem!reader. angst, cursing, mentions of sex (no smut), barou and karasu’s kids have a name

shidou ryusei

-> “mommy, why are you sad?” your three-year-old asked as you stared down at the news article on your phone. your short-lived marriage to shidou had been just that—short. yet some paparazzi still liked to keep tabs on you

-> now, you were staring down at a photo of you holding your daughter while walking her home from a play date. they didn’t blur her face, leaving her large pink eyes on display. the title, “pxg’s shidou’s secret life?!” was printed in bold lettering that left you feeling sick to your stomach

-> you found out you were pregnant after finalizing your divorce, and though you wanted to tell him, your mother convinced you that a child would ruin shidou’s career and his life. that you’d all be better off keeping the child a secret. you hadn’t wanted to believe her, but after following the rather reckless lifestyle in tabloids following your divorce, you gave in and agreed to keep her from him

-> a gentle knock on your apartment door pulls you from breakfast the next morning, and shidou is there with an almost blank expression on his face. his eyes, though, pink like your daughters, shimmer with unshed emotion

-> “y/n, i… i’m not… can we just—��� the word talk dies in his throat when he sees a tiny human peek up at him from the crack between the door and the wall. “oh my god!” you say, stumbling forward as shidou suddenly drops to his knees

-> he sits there, staring at this child that looks remarkable like him. like you. “are you okay?!” your poor, sweet daughter asks as tears start to fall from shidou’s eyes. she runs forward and grabs his face with her tiny hands now that he’s at her height, moving his head around as she looks for injuries

-> “you don’t have any booboos,” her brows furrow in confusion. “why are you sad?” you feel sick with guilt as you watch your daughter give shidou a hug to try and cheer him up. you can see him visibly shaking as he hugs her back, careful not to squeeze too hard and hurt her

-> when your daughter disappears to show her new friend her favorite stuffed animals, shidou turns his gaze to you. “please tell me why you kept this from me? please make it make sense, y/n, because i’m drawing blanks.” he rubs his temples and sighs. “did i hurt you? did you feel unsafe having me around her? why—“ “it was my mother,” you cut him off. “she… convinced me that you’d be better off. i was emotional and confused and she used that against me. i’m so sorry, ryusei.”

bachira meguru

-> were you ever diagnosed with schizophrenia? you texted your ex-husband after four years of silence. you hadn’t wanted to contact him at all, despite ending on decent terms, but your daughter’s daycare kept calling you to complain that she was talking to “monsters” instead of playing with the other children

-> you weren’t expecting him to call, but answered when he did. “hello?” “schizophrenia isn’t contagious, if that’s what you’re worried about.” “so you got the diagnosis?” “i’m not schizophrenic!”

-> the phone call had you both laughing like old times, and after catching up for nearly two hours, he mentioned that he’d be in town in a few weeks and asked you to coffee. you said yes, figuring now was a better time than ever to break the news that he was a father

-> sitting in a little restaurant together, after chatting lightly for a while, you finally worked up the courage to tell him. “do you know why i suddenly texted you?” bachira looks confused. “i figured it was a flirting tactic. that, or you’ve been seeing monsters, too.”

-> he was joking, but when you placed a photo of your daughter on the table, he stilled. “i haven’t. but she has.” you watch him visibly swallow as he picks the photo up, hands trembling just slightly. “is this a joke, y/n?” “no. i’m so sorry, bachira.”

-> you can tell by his eyes that he’s distraught, but he still attempts a small smile. “she’s mine?” “she’s yours.” “and she sees monsters?” you nod and say, “just one. her daycare is worried that she won’t make any friends…”

-> “she�� isn’t getting picked on by the other kids, is she?” he asks in a wavering voice, and you reach across the table to take his trembling hand in your own. “she’s not. she’s the happiest little girl you could ever meet.” “can i? meet her?” “would you like that?” “more than anything, i think.”

-> your daughter isn’t the least bit hesitant or shy when you introduce bachira to her. all she sees is a new friend, someone her monster approves of, and jumps at his legs. “wanna see my lego bat mobile?! it’s pink and has wings!!” he happily agrees, letting her drag him off to play

barou shouei

-> you knew you had fertility issues when you married barou, and you were completely transparent with him about it. he stayed with you, supporting you through treatments as you tried to start a family. after year five of failure, your marriage was in shambles

-> the divorce papers came after your final attempt at ivf treatment, and since the doctors told you it likely wouldn’t stick, you wished barou the best in getting the family he always wanted and signed

-> when your pregnancy test came back positive two months later (you’d been too scared to take an earlier one), he’d already moved on with a model

-> your son was six when he found out who his father was. “mom, why do you have pictures with that soccer player from italy?” you froze and tried to laugh it off, to tell him barou was just an old friend, but your son was too smart for his own good. upset with the fact that you tried to lie, he reached out to barou himself

-> when you get a text the next day asking if it’s true, if you have his son, you’re devastated. “why would you do that, sakuya?” “you lied to me! everyone else at school had a dad, it’s not fair!”

-> with both demanding to meet, you don’t see any other option but to comply. even worse? the boys hit it off immediately. you didn’t realize how similar sakuya was to shouei until watching them communicate together like this wasn’t their first time meeting

-> “i want to stay here,” was the worst thing your son could ever say to you. though barou assured you that it would just be him at the house, that they’d play soccer and watch movies and order food, you felt like your baby was slipping through your fingers. still, all you wanted was to make him happy

-> with tears in your eyes, you told your ex-husband, “i want hourly updates. i’ll send you a list of everything he likes and doesn’t like, what he can and can’t have, and his favorite movies. this is just a test run, shouei, okay? he’s coming home to me in the morning.” “fine. if that’s what he wants.” “he is a child. he will be back home with me in the morning, or he won’t come back here again.” “… fine.”

kunigami rensuke

-> you got married young, when kunigami was still.. kunigami

-> his career changed him, and you both know it. he knew you weren’t happy anymore, but he was never home for you to talk it out. the longer he was away, the easier it was to stay apart

-> the last time you saw him as your husband, you slept together to see if there was anything left to save your relationship. to show you still loved each other. you got divorced a week later, and not long after that, you found out you were pregnant

-> you were very depressed and had to have your family take care of you throughout your pregnancy. you didn’t want to keep it at first, especially since you had no intention of telling your ex-husband, but everything changed once your son was born

-> you got back on your feet. straightened your life up. took care of yourself so you could take care of him. and you were happy. even after two years, you started dating again and settled down with someone who loved your son as his own

-> when you saw kunigami sitting at your mother’s kitchen table, a framed photograph of you and your three-year-old, you could barely force your lips to form words

-> “so… we have a kid.” “i do, yes.” “that’s not fair. i’m his father—“ “he already has a father, and it’s not you.” kunigami flinched at your words. “y/n—“ “tell me the truth, rensuke. if you’d known i was pregnant after we got divorced, would you have wanted anything to do with him? would you have quit soccer for us?” his silence is all the answer you need

karasu tabito

-> “get out! i never want to see you again!” were the last words you said to your husband when you saw photos of him kissing someone else on your phone. he tried to explain that it was a misunderstanding, but you weren’t having any of it. you didn’t know at the time that your hormones were extremely skewed, but it wouldn’t have mattered

-> when your son was born, you dedicated your life to him. you raised him on your own with only the help of a few friends. you wanted nothing to do with your ex because you knew, if given the opportunity, he would find a way back into your heart and your bed

-> as your son grew older, part of you regretted keeping him from having a father figure, but you convinced yourself that it was for the best

-> when he told you that his elementary school was having professional athletes visit, you thought nothing of it, given how excited he was. plus, you knew your ex-husband played for france, so there was no way he’d ever visit your son’s school… until you got the email from the school announcing which players would visit

-> by the time you called to pull your boy out of class, it was too late. you sped into an available parking spot and rushed to the front, only to find your five-year-old sitting on a little bench, legs swinging, as he chatted karasu’s ear off about a book you’d read to him

-> “taichi! what have i told you about talking to strangers?” you quietly but firmly scolded as you scooped your son’s hand up in yours. “but mama, he’s famous! and he says you used to hold hands! he even showed me photos!” “never go with anyone unless i tell you, okay?” “okay..”

-> “he’s a smart kid,” karasu commented from the bench, and you shot him a glare before tightening your grip on your son’s hand. “yes, he is.” “does he know who i am?” “we’re not doing this. not here.” “i think now’s a better time than ever, y/n.”

-> with grit teeth, you kneel down to taichi’s height and give his shoulder’s a gentle squeeze. “baby, remember what i told you about your dad?” taichi’s eyes lit up. “that he’s not home because he’s doing great things across the world!” “well…” you shoot karasu a seething glare, and he steps forward to ruffle your son’s hair. “hey, kid.”

pt 1 // pt 2

[inkedinserendipity]

one of the reasons i think that the murderbot diaries’ emotional moments hit so hard is because of a scarcity effect that the author has set up really, really well.

because, like—murderbot, as a character, is an answer to the question how do you “show and not tell” emotional moments from the lens of a character who point-blank will not acknowledge any affection directed their way. or, instead of overtly stating that characters are friends (“tell”), how do you demonstrate it with text (“show”)? well, most authors go ham on characters smiling at each other, laughing, joking, expressing reciprocal loyalty.

murderbot does none of those things. murderbot probably never smiled before preservation, and definitely didn’t laugh. (this is only partially an exaggeration.) telling jokes? hell yeah, MB’s funny as fuck. to other people? hell no. that would require conversations and it’d rather die, thanks.

add that to the fact that murderbot treats any expressions of affection toward it—internal and external—like being bit by a snake.

so you have this character + writing style that bars most conventional ways of establishing relationships between characters. you also have this character who is basically incapable of feeling any sort of reciprocated, positive emotion toward itself. so what do you do?

you work around your character. murderbot will never pick up on affectionate body language. it hates hugs. every sentence it hears passes through about fifteen different filters of self-loathing. so you make your relationships clear, and when you hit, you hit hard.

you summarize snapshots of characters panicking about the main character getting hurt. you drop your character’s performance reliability (and their walls) and have them banter. you have your character walk in on the tail end of conversations that expose concern for it.

and then you do things so overt that even your shit-self-esteem character can’t talk its way out of. you have its friend tell it directly that it can’t lose it too. you have its friends accommodate it and understand it without it directly expressing a single need. you have its friends stand up for it in conversation when it is too tired to do so. and then, when you really want to hit, you have your character pretend to be physically compromised rather than have to feel one (1) positive emotion toward itself.

positive emotions toward itself can’t really pass through murderbot’s walls. so you have to establish relationships by beating your main character over the head with them. and it can’t be all the time—because that’s not how relationships and emotional recovery, yknow, works—but it can be sometimes, and it can be very powerful, and that is why i think murderbot diaries in particular is very, very effective.

[cantfuckbracket]

#ok listen. I would argue that 'having unfuckable energy' is different than simply not fucking or not knowing what sex is #even though Ken re:barbie trailer doesn't know what sex is. he's an absolute sweetheart. my point is he COULD fuck #LD Curtain on the other hand. I genuinely would rather explode. fling myself into the sun #he just exudes loser energy while thinking he's The Coolest #on top of being inconsiderate of others and repeatedly gaslighting people #he explains his evil plans via shitty magic tricks that he clearly expects you to be impressed with (they are NOT swag) #he does a lil victory dance to Stand Back by Stevie Nicks and it genuinely looks like the mating dance of some exotic bird#he's evil but he acts all offended when people call him out on it #'Evil? MOI? [pearl clutching gasp] Whyever would you say that? (said to a kid he's kidnapped and is currently in a STRAIGHTJACKET) #if he tried to fuck he'd end up talking about his own accomplishments or his new evil startup for 3 hours #also important that he attempts to manipulate someone via a salad #will not explain how. anyways #sorry for rambling. you get the point #ld curtain

Can't Fuck Bracket. Round 1, Side A

Ken (Barbie) versus LD Curtain (The Mysterious Benedict Society TV)

[ID: The unfuckable pride flag overlaid with the "no bitches" meme. Over it are pictures of the contestants. Ken is a blonde doll, and is shown screaming; and Curtain has hair slicked to the side and is shown pursing his lips and throwing his hands back. Over them are sparkles and a heart with a butt, and in between them are peach emojis crossed out with the word "vs" in them. End ID]

Propaganda:

Ken: "he's built like. well. a ken doll perhaps. also re:barbie trailer ken doesnt know what sex is so. he cant fuck its canon godspeed"

LD Curtain: "He's both a cringefail loser (See: 1. repeatedly beaten by a group of literal children, at one point even saying "they have proven to be my only worthy adversaries" (<- man talking about a group of eleven year olds), 2. screaming at a child, while visibly tearing up, "I AM NOT SAD! I AM *FINE!*", 3. genuinely thinking he can simply say no to having narcolepsy, 4. keeps little painted figurines of his brother and co and does magic tricks with them to intimidate an eleven year old, sincerely thinks this is an extremely cool thing to do), a bad dad (terrible both in the sense that he's emotionally abusive and in the sense that he thinks he's doing suuuuuuuch a good job and he very much isn't), and just like. evil?? but not in the sexy way. and also he's in denial about it which makes it even LESS sexy. Negative sexy if you will. "I'm not bad. who thinks that" sir you are standing in your mind control machine. "Sticky! Friend! Evil is a bit harsh!" sir you psychologically tortured him. anyway he does stupid little magic tricks and is a complete failure but somehow manages to convince everyone that he's charming and actually very cool. while obviously like, starting a cult or being just visibly a cringefail maniac two seconds from flying off the handle. anywya this got out of hand the point is: UNFUCKABLE."

[yamssg00]

Haikyuu x Reader Oneshot!

(this is my first mini fic but trust I WILL be locking in.)

001 - Bokuto Koutaro x Reader “{Cliche}”

Valentine’s Day was just like any other day. At least to Y/N. They didn’t seem entirely too interested in the romantic semantics and it irritated them to see so many people gushing over meaningless gifts. That was until a forward, white haired with black frosted tips boy approached them with a simple bouquet of flowers and a minimalistic box of chocolates.

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Fukurodani High School - 10:30 A.M.

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Bokuto took a meaningful step forward to force Y/N to accept his chocolate and flowers. It was Valentines Day. Or, Love Day as some might call it. He stopped her in the hallway after spotting her coincidentally heading in the opposite direction from where he was going. “Please, take them?” He was aware of their growing distaste for the holiday, although he couldn’t help it.She hardly spoke to anyone in school, and it bugged him that she was so...distant from her peers. Bokuto’s hands hovered below Y/N’s after she held the two gifts in her hands with an irrtated expression. He seemed awfully proud of himself so he put his hands on his hips and smiled. Bokuto has been plotting on Y/N since the day he saw her at one of his games but for some reason she always shut him down before he got the chance to speak to her. Today was his chance to make his big move. “How would YOUU like to join me for a nice night out? I’m sure you aren’t doing much, are ya?” He asked. Y/N looked up at him like he was crazy. What the hell was going on? She never got asked out. It was too sketchy to believe.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You can drop the act,” she instructed him. He seemed visibly offended, or at least trying to mock the feeling with his express. Y/N just didn’t believe for one second he was doing this out of the pure goodness of his heart. It was probably a dare or something. Students at their school messed with her like that a lot so she found this hard to believe.

“What are you talking about? I’m asking you out here,” Bokuto raised his hands as if that would make him sound more convincing. This girl was stubborn for no reason at all. She had tough wall up that he suddenly made his internal mission to break down, no matter what. He wasn’t sure why she was so guarded and hard headed and it sort of made him pity her. Realizing she barely had friends was what made those feelings rise in him. (Why’s he clocking your tea..).

Y/N took a step forward and shoved Bokuto his gifts back to which he grunted as they hit his chest. She gave him an annoyed look and pulled her phone out. She expected nothing but a stupid prank, but still some part of her wanted to go along with it and see where it would lead.

Bokuto interrupted with a murmur and he pulled his own phone out. “Give me yours,” he only did this because he knew she wasn’t going to text him first, so he would be the one to do it. She recited her number and he typed away with a concentrated expression on his face.

Y/N rolled her eyes and shoved her phone back in her pocket. She wasn’t interested in the gifts, and that much was clear when she attempted to walk away. Bokuto stepped in front of her and smiled like a stupid idiot. “Ah, ah! Your things!” He gave her the bouquet and box of chocolates before watching her storm off with them in her arms. Cute.

When the school day finally ended, Bokuto made sure to shoot Y/N a text. Practice was cancelled today since most of the guys had dates to go on tonight and excitingly, so did Bokuto.

BIG B, (mb) — Hey, it’s Bokuto! 😊

Y/N aka nonchalant dreadhead — hey

BIG B — Soo how were the rest of your classes? Did anyone ask you who the handsome lucky guy was that gave you that stuff?

Y/N aka nonchalant dreadhead — no what do you want 😭

BIG B — Well we’re going out later so I wanted to make sure I had the address so I know where I’m going! 😂😂😘

Y/N aka nonchalant dreadhead — WHAT?

Bokuto

I never agreed to anything

I’m not going

Read 6:51 PM

Was he serious? Y/N didn’t want to act all stupid and get her hopes up for no reason. She was torn between just blocking him and ignoring him, or sending him her address to see if he’d actually show up or not. In a way, she wanted to believe he was pranking her. Things like this didn’t just come to her out of the blue.

Big B — So,the address?

Y/N threw her head back and groaned. There was no way she was doing this right now. She began typing in her address in the chatbox her thumbs hovered for so long over. “I swear if he playing a prank on me, I’ll kill him.” She mumbled to herself while setting the phone down on her desk and getting up to get dressed. What does one even wear on a “date”. She’d never been on one. Y/N sighed and put on casual clothing. She wore a fitted crop top with high waisted jeans, white sneakers, and minimalist jewelry with a light jacket to keep it comfortable.

For some reason, she went to check her phone and she saw a few new messages from Bokuto. Y/N hadn’t saved his number yet so she almost thought it was someone else until she clicked on the message.

bokuto — on my way!

bokuto — Lots of traffic, I’m gonna die on this highway.

bokuto — 5 minutes!

With another one of her notorious eye rolls, she snatched her phone and stuffed it into her pocket, gathering a few of her things she needed. Lipgloss and a charger were some of them for example. She put them in a small little purse when she heard a knock at her door. Y/N’s denial set in and she took her purse with her to the door. When she opened it, there he was, all dressed up and spiffy looking. (Hehe I love that word)

“Y/N!” Bokuto spoke with an excited tone of voice, although he seemed nervous as he adjusted hit clothing in less than a minute. “All ready to go?” He asked her with a head tilt, offering his hand to her as he watched her step out of her house and close the door behind her.

Y/N just nodded, but didn’t take his hand. He noticed that and just gestured for him to follow her. Bokuto waddled over to the passsenger door and held it open with a grin on his face. “After you, ma’am,” He cooed, a teasing vibe to his smooth but excited voice. Y/N scoffed and she murmured a ‘thanks’ before getting in his car. He practically ran to the other side and entered the driver’s seat with a happy sigh.

“You don’t gotta lock your door?” Bokuto asked Y/N, to which she just shook her head.

“No, it has a smart lock,” Y/N replied as she smoothed down her outfit and reached over to grab her seatbelt. Once it clicked in place, Bokuto grabbed the gear shift and started to reverse. He hummed in response and nodded. “Ouuhh, fancy.” Finally, they were on the road. The silence between them was awkward enough, but the radio played in the background.

“So where are we going..?” Y/N questioned.

“Arcade!” He cried, glancing at her for a reaction. How cliche.

[jewish-vents]

I hope every antizionist realizes that all the antisemitism they jump through hoops to deny, all the propaganda, the historical revisionism, the tokenizing, racism and xenophobia, intimidation, and all other Jew hatred they perpetuate consciously or unconsciously just fuels zionism more. I have always stuck by the idea that I will not make Aliyah because I will not be intimidated out of my home like my great grandfather was; I should not have to move to Israel to be safe as a Jew in the modern world. Surely with the amount attention that has been brought to social justice and civil rights in the past few decades, the worlds oldest hatred wouldn’t be forgotten about. Now I’m researching it because my libraries copy of the diary of Anne Frank was vandalized, because protesters at my college went to a synagogue after being removed from campus, because “go back to Poland” and “final solution” are rallying cries, because a friend cut me off over “your people.” I do not feel comfortable in publicly advocating for Palestinians now because I will not nod along with a group complacent or even supportive of Nazis and Jihadists, I won’t nod along with a group who deny history for a political agenda and I won’t nod along with a group who have turned a fight for the rights and dignity of Palestinians into a fight against the rights of Israelis- people who’s proposed solution to the conflict is yet another ethnic cleansing of Jews. Mb for the wall of text I’m just tired of it

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[m00nymonster]

Discord convo shenanigans. I think Ratthi is overly enthusiastic about cats and always scares them away, MB ignores fauna in general unless it's eating humans so cats LOVE it and it doesn't get why. Deep breath guys, this is a two page comic so it's gonna be a long image id, oof.

[ID: first page of a six panel comic. First panel is a splash image of a birthday party, with a banner saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY over a big window, a table with cake and punch, and a circular rug on the floor. The left wall has a framed picture on the wall, the right a closed door. The image is in black and white markers. In the background Murderbot sits in the corner in a comfy plush chair, listening to music with its eyes closed. In the foreground Amena and Mensah are having a conversation; next to them are Gurathin, Ratthi and Pin-Lee. They are observed by drones. In the left corner Small Human is poking a drone. A cat is approaching MB's chair. The next three images focus on MB in its chair. In the first the cat sits next to MB, it observes with a drone but doesn't otherwise pay attention to the cat. In the second the cat is jumping onto MB's lap; it looks startled. In the third the cat curls up into a ball, and MB stares at it, befuddled. Fourth panel: MB stares at the cat with an eyebrow raised as Small Human approaches and says, Oh, Miss Kitty LIKES you! Well you can't move now, you'll wake her up! In the last panel someone yells CAKE TIME! offscreen and Small Human runs off, yelling Ooooh! Wait for me! /ID]

[ID: Second page of a two page comic. There are four panels. The first has Mensah standing at the door, waving and saying Goodbye! See you soon! The second is a closeup of Mensah looking scared as someone offscreen says in a spikey speech bubble, Dr. Mensah, help. The third is a splash image, same as the first panel in the first page, but now the cake is eaten and the punch bow is empty. There is a spilled cup on the table. Murderbot sits in the corner, arms crossed, staring at the cat. It says verbally, I am trapped and cannot move. Mensah laughs behind her hand. Fourth panel: there is a large rectangle with LATER written on it in the left corner. Under it is Ratthi's chibi head, with a feed text box that says, GASP! In the center of the panel Murderbot stands in the center of the room, looking uncomfortable as Miss Kitty bats at its drone Small Human stands next to it, looking amused. On the right a feed text box says, with a crying Ratthi head beside it: Miss Kitty likes SecUnit more than me??? Below it is Gurathin's head, with a feed text box that says HAHAHAHA! Below that is another feed text box, this time with Ratthi's head with an angry expression yelling Not funny Gurathin! Finally at the bottom is Pin-Lee, smirking as her feed text box says, That's not funny, that's HILARIOUS. /ID]

[bastartcat]

i wanna go to therapy but how do i find someone who is 1. not homophobic 2. would not think i'm crazy for thinking that some of the problems in my life are caused by capitalism 3. doesn't think that me being against hierarchy and authority is a sign of mental illness

[waddei]

>be me

>open computer like always

>see file named "save pictures" in desktop

>uh.jpg

>file is 120 mb

>open misterous file in notes

>huge unending wall of text in chinese with random simbols sprinkled in

bros.. am i done for?

[juiceofmoons]

💛🧡 milestone: just passed 1,000 followers! 🧡💛

it still doesn't feel real but thank you so soo much for enjoying my content enough to follow <3333 I made my first moodboard almost a year ago today so I find it crazy how much this blog has grown since then 🤍

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

To show my appreciation, I wanted to do something for this milestone so I have a few ideas so please request something below if you'd like 🥰

mb: dm me a skz pic and i'll make a mb! or just send me a req idm I love mbs

mb: choose a colour from the colour generator and i'll base an mb around it

gifs/gfx: make me choose (anything skz related eg mv, performance, era, album)

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I would also like to mention the following people below who make my time in stayblr so enjoyable whether it be leaving nice comments on my posts or me being in awe of your work orrr me loving the tags you leave on rbs <33 🧡💛I also want to say that I recently made a wall of text 🤗 and I put a little activity there lmao

@15lix @acrobaticcatfeline @agibbangs @atinystraykid @babycatlix @bangzchan @blueprintchan @boba-skz @changbeens @chanstopher @chanrizard @chewysan @euphhorias @geniaparadox @haenglixie @holocenestatelines @hyunebear @hyunfected @hwan-g @j-0ne25 @jeonginny @jerirose @jinniebit @luvrli @minchanz @minzbins @nymeriaaa @shmalll @sstarryoong ⋆｡° ✮@sunnishine @sulfurcosmos @svintsandghosts @ughbehavior @zeroze @yonglixx

and also to the mb babes <33 @missyedits @snug-gyu @ggthydrangea @winterfloral I love our chats even tho I have been a bit busy atm and my timezone is a nightmare :(( but I am so glad I have met you and you're all so talented!! ✧˖°. also missy <33 my first stayblr friend <33 I can't believe it has been almost a year since we started talking ilu good luck with uni <33

also shout out to @seokmingming ⋆｡˚ ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ gunwook tunnel vision besties <33333

sorry if I have missed anyone <33 pls know I love you and I just have a bad memory with urls :((

[kerizaret]

OK reading that massive text wall I dumped on you is NOT necessary btw I was just soso embarassed

Honestly, I probably wouldn't have asked bc I wouldn't have shared it to anyone but tex, I'm glad I got the clarification tho - n that also reminds me that I most definitely should have considered that you could see it and how you would've felt - but yh just mb for blowing up, when I get embarassed, I get EMBARASSED it's nothin to do with what you did my bad

Thank god I'm on anon ill un-anon for tex later but let's hope u never find out who I am lol

AHSH i mean this in a most genuine way possible, I really am neither mad or upset at you at all <3 since you took it back when I asked if anything I see you as very respectful and awesome 🫶 you couldn't have known! And that's completely fine

[le-trash-prince]

Do I know how perspective or rendering work no I fucking do not. Anyways here’s Perihelion’s student bunkroom.

I’ll be honest, I initially envisioned two-tier bunk beds because I assumed that’s just what all bunk beds were. But after reviewing the text, it didn’t seem to fit the description, and it turns out a bunk bed can just be a bed that’s attached to the wall. We learn something new every day. So here’s the foldout beds I came up with instead.

This is a room with four beds, intended for the students. We know there’s rooms with at least three beds, based on the scene with Amena/MB/Thiago in the bunkroom. It’s possible there could be more, in which case a door would be needed between every four beds. But I think it would be unlikely to have that many per room.

Anyways these activate via feed-switch. The platform at the bottom slides out from the wall. There’s drawer compartments built into the platform for storing clean bedding packs or whatever else ppl want to put in there. I wanted the platform to feel like a bed frame because the implication I got from the text is that these don’t get folded back up during the day—it’s just the unoccupied rooms that have all their furniture folded up. So I wanted it to feel like a space that people could settle into.

There’s little glass shelves that slide out from the wall once the bed is deployed, where students can keep personal items. And the shelf cubby is lined with a programmable LED strip, so students can still have some light when their privacy screen is engaged. Because of the way the mattress hinges up into the wall, the bottom shelf conceals a small space. I imagine that when some students realize this, they use it to stash certain personal items, even though ART can see them doing it anyways and has probably asked some embarrassing questions in the past.

To the right of the bed is a small, concealed wardrobe. The door of the wardrobe slides into the floor. Also the wall panels are steel plated, so students can hang personal items with magnets, like the fabric wall hanging below.

The text only mentions “furniture” aside from the beds, so I took liberties here. I considered putting a desk for each student, but bevause the university is anti-capitalist, I thought they might be opposed to all-nighter cram culture, so I went with this seating area instead. Students could use this for eating/tabletop games/whatever it is the kids are doing these days. Of course they could also study here if they wanted, but it’s optional rather than being built into the design that “your room is a place for exam prep.”

I don’t know that I’ll design the classrooms at this point as there’s been zero description of them, and I probably won’t design the lab module at all (because I have zero experience with labs lol), but I like to imagine there’s places in those areas of the ship where students can study if/when they need to.

The bench slides out from the wall, and there is again a storage compartment inside it, where the bench cushion goes along with maybe cushions for the stools as well. The table folds out from the wall, along with two legs that, when folded up, blend into the grooved panel design of the walls. The stools pull straight up from the floor. And the bronze pole light hanging over the table slides in and out of the wall when the furniture is deployed.

I designed the rooms to be darker than the rest of the ship so that they would feel cozy by comparison. But I wanted it to still feel like a university spaceship, so it is much more cold and minimal than my own idea of cozy lol. Please envision the dining area as being more brightly lit than the rest of the room. Also I did not draw them but the ceiling is lined with the same indirect lighting as the rest of the ship.

There’s also a concealed compartment on the left for laundry/recycler stuff.

I included the bathroom in the layout but I am going to spend a long time thinking about fixtures and space toilets before I do anything with that.

Anyways once again thank you if you have read this far. *meme voice* interior design is my passion.

(previous post in this series)

[creation-key]

Sober Realities

Part 1

synopsis: part 2 to drunken calls where the truth comes out

TW: None, mb light swearing?

WC: 1,253

a/n: hey guys, I know this has surprisingly been long awaited, so I hope this part is good enough lol. I’m currently on vacation but wanted to release this bc i felt bad 🥸 also i’m still debating on whether or not i want them to get together, so please comment and lmk if you want them end up together nor not 😏 k thanks byeee!

It’s been 2 weeks since the incident. You had not talked to your sister nor Harry, afraid of what would’ve occurred as a result. Either giving into your heart and breaking your sister’s, Or standing by her side and cutting the love? no- you can’t think of him that way, that’s what got you in this predicament in the first place.

You sigh, looking at your phone realizing that your sister will be there any minute. After week one, which coincidentally was also the day Harry stopped trying to contact you, she messaged you asking to meet at your favorite books/ coffee shop. You had tried to ignore the message, but she had quickly texted saying,

“I know you’re reading this and if you don’t say yes, I’m telling mom.”

Not wanting to bother your mother, of course you had responded and said agreed setting up a time.

You sip on whatever watered down bean water you ordered, not really caring to remember the name of it, since your anxiety was through the roof. You tried to calm yourself down by taking a deep breath and reading the random book with the pretty cover you had picked up, but after you had read the same page 15 times, which was only the back cover, you concluded that you should put the book back and stare at the wall in dismay.

After 10 minutes pass by, you decide to get up, grabbing your bag, and start to head over to the register. You throw away your old cup, moving to stand in line to order a muffin.

You get your muffin and another cup of death, this one not iced, and start heading towards the door, your excuse being that she’s late and you totally have something else to do, not yet realizing that you make sure to update your schedule on your family shared calendar that she has access to.

You open the door about to walk out when, lo and behold, your sister comes walking towards you with bags on her arms, clearly from shopping.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She puts her empty arm on her hip, popping it out like your mother.

You grimace, knowing that she’s going to tell your mom that you tried to leave.

“Well, I was going to go home, seeing as how my coffee date was late from… shopping.” She rolls her eyes, now smiling.

“Now is that any way to treat your baby sister whose boyfriend you’re trying to steal?” You gasp, now fully outside the book/ cafe.

Your eyes well up with tears, vision now blurred, mouth opening and closing wanting to say words but nothing coming out.

Your sister immediately drops her bags on the floor and wraps her arms around you.

“Omg, bee I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, you know I don’t really think that, I was just being a sarcastic smart-ass. Please stop crying! I promise I won’t tell mom you tried to run away.” You laugh at that last part, wiping your tears away, your muffin and cup of whatever long forgotten and cold.

“Are you ready to talk? There’s a park nearby that I passed earlier.” You nod at her, she smiles grabbing your hand, and leading the way.

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You’re now sitting on cold metal bench, listening to the words coming out of your sister’s mouth, not fully understanding. You could’ve sworn she had said that she cheated, but you know her, she would never. She’s little bee, your big bee, she would never do anything that you wouldn’t, and you for sure wouldn’t do that, especially to Harry.

You guess she realizes your confusion because she stops talking and asks what you’re thinking.

“So uh- you.. you cheated on him? Harry? The same guy who attended your high school graduation. The guy who saved up to get you and your friends tickets to Taylor Swift’s concert? L Bee I love you, and I will always be on your side, but forgive me if I cannot understand or get behind … this.” You motion with your hands at the word this. She nods her head in understanding reaching out to grab your hand.

“I wasn’t happy with him.”

“So you resulted to cheating on him? L BEE, THAT IS NOT- I’m sorry for yelling, but that’s just not okay. I would never do that, so I just don’t-” She interrupts you.

“That’s the problem Bee! I’m not you. I’m my own person, and I knew that when Harry and I started dating, that he only asked me out because you were taken. I know he only made it “official” with me because I resemble you. And ever since we started dating, I started to become you, to feed into his feelings, and gain his approval. But after a while though, I couldn’t do take it anymore. Something changed, it was like a switch, it brought me back to life telling me ‘this isn’t you.’ So, I went to a bar, and I kissed a girl.” Your jaw goes slack, shock heavily prevalent on your face.

“So you’re, gay? bi? experimenting? I’m confused…”

“That’s the problem, I don’t know. Like you said, Harry and I started going out when I was just 18, I never went to college so I didn’t get to experience the party scene and experiment. You know, when I told Harry, he cried, but not because he was losing me, but because he thought he was losing you. Isn’t that sad Bee? And that was over a month ago-“ You interrupt her-

“A month? How’s that possible, just 2 weeks ago I “confessed” to him drunkenly and he shows up the next morning saying that he wants to make it official between us and that he’s already talked to you about it. I mean I didn’t believe, because you guys had not said anything about the breakup.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“I told mom.” You smack her leg, she laughs. You rest your head on her shoulder, looking at the tree canopy above you, swaying slightly with the wind. It’s quiet for a while, a nice silence while you try to think of what to do next.

“Are you going to call him, now that you know?”

“I don’t even think he wants to talk to me anymore, I didn’t respond to any of his texts or answer any of his calls. He even sent me an email, that I immediately flagged as spam…” She laughs patting the top of you head like a dog.

“He stopped reaching out because I told him that I would talk to you and smooth things out. I let him know that you would call him as soon as you got home.” You lift up your head, the patting ceasing, only to find her grinning creepily. She looks down at her , non-existent, watch and then back up at you again.

“Bee, I love you and you have my complete blessing and back up to date Harry. My only request is that you make me the maid of honor over mom.” She holds out her pinky, which you take with yours.

“Deal.” She gets ups, pulls you in for a tight hug, and leaves, taking all of her bags with her.

With this new found knowledge that you’ve learned, you walk to your car and head home. Filled with anxiety and excitement, mostly anxiety, so you try and rehearse how you’re going to call Harry and beg for forgiveness. Or rather just say hi and explain what you’ve been told. You’re definitely not sure what to do, but before you can ponder over it anymore, you pull into your driveway, and walk up your front steps and into your house, not even seeing the car parked on the street in front of your home.

a/n: guys this so crazy, this has been done for like 2 days, but i’ve been so scared that I wouldn’t be able to top the last one lol. Also this is not the last part ofc 😏

[marigolds-cafe]

“Agent Marigold, At your service, how can be of help?”

Name : ▉▉▉▉▉▉

Code Name : Agent Marigold.

Place of birth: [REDACTED], England, Whereabouts unknown.

Nationality: British.

Date of birth: April 12, 19XX

Age : 25

Height: 5’7

Gender : Genderqueer

Pronouns : They/It/None/Neos

Eyes: Green

Hair: Brown, White streaks.

Dominant hand: Left

Status: Unknown

Flavor profile: Sweet

Favorite Color: Yellow/Orange

Zodiac: Aries

MB Type: to be added

Weapon of choice: Poison

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This is the ask blog for Agent Marigold!

Marigold is an OC. They run a small, very legitimate cafe, that’s definitely not an agency front. Rumour has it they used to work for Zoraxis, specialising in poisons, but that’s just a rumour. Wouldn’t recommend drinking their herbal tea though.

Prices are hung on one wall :

Tea (Non-Herbal) - $2.50

Tea (Herbal) - $2.30

Coffee - $3

Hot Chocolate - $2.50

Any Food Items - $1.80 - $2.50

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RULES AND INFO :

This blog is run by @depression-soup .

CONTENT WARNINGS : Fourth Wall Breaks, Existential/Philosophical Talk on occasion, Eye Imagery, Poison.

Orange Text means Marigold is speaking.

Purple Text means The Author (( aka, me )) is speaking.

Italic Text means The Annotator is talking. It’s name holds no significance, it’s just the narrator of this story.

No NSFW.

Shipping is allowed, just please message me beforehand.

No bigotry, anything that makes me uncomfortable will be deleted.

Magic Anons are allowed.

Friendly reminder the author is a minor and queer, and the character is queer too.

Marigold : They/It/None/Neos

The Annotator : It/None

<The Author> : Any Except She/Her