#might delate later

[vesteneris]

GUYS I PASSED MY STATISTICS EXAM ON THE 12TH TRY IN THE LAST 3 YEARS GOD I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF

[ziggyssia]

Wips thinking about these two!

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[pipinya]

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[eyeofthebrainstorm]

A picture from new year's eve when I gave a presentation to my friends about Critical Role

[gwenmontrose]

Fanfictions are good and fun, yeah, but they lie to you about the experience of fancying one of your best friends.

0/10, wouldn't recommend.

[blueberryrock]

nothing is better than writing so much in one sitting that it makes your eyes hurt and makes you slightly nauseous

this fic is fic-ing so god damn well my friends

[leos-spot]

The worst part of having been in therapy for depression before is that you recognize the sign, recognize why it is starting again, how it psychically and mentally feels, and sometimes you know what to do to "help" but still be completely unable to stop it from happening so you're just laying in bed, mentally screaming at yourself to *help yourself* but you don't even have the energy to grab a pillow to make yourself more comfortable

[sternenhimmel-mond]

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I'm not in the mood for my mom or family dinner tonight.

[fangirlfrom-hell]

"My daddy has to fight some bad guys". || Jay Halstead x reader and daughter

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

You woke up earlier than everybody in your house to get everything ready for everyone. Jay would usually follow you a few minutes later and you two would make breakfast and get your daughter ready for school together, along with other morning stuff. This wasn't the day, your husband had fallen asleep and you were doing everything by yourself, trying not to make a lot of noise. You knew he was working a tough case and had come back quite late from work the night before, so you didn't want to wake him up. Even when he didn't want to admit it, he was tired as hell and needed to rest.

You were in the kitchen starting to cook breakfast when you felt his arms hugging you from the back.

-"Did I wake you up?" You asked. -"I was trying not to".

-"I didn't feel you by my side and I couldn't fall asleep again". He answered into your ear and then kissed your neck as he continued talking. -"I'm sorry I haven't been around. We closed this case last night, what's left is a bunch of paperwork. My hope is to be back home early tonight and...". You turned around to hug him back and interrupted him with a short kiss. He rushed to finish his sentence with a heavy breathing : "...I can make it up for you", then proceeded to tenderly kiss your lips as he held you as tight as he could with one of his arms, while fervently holding your head with his other hand, finger all tangled in your hair, pulling it a bit.

Due to the case Jay was working on, you two had barely seen each other during the last week and a half, so things were heating up fast. Suddenly, for both of your displeasure, an alarm interrupted the moment.

-"Time to wake her up". You said having trouble separating from him.

-"I'll go". Jay took your phone to turn off the alarm. -"I'm driving her to school too".

-"Hey, Jay!" You took his hand before letting him leave the room. -"You do remember her Father's Day Festival, right?".

-"Next friday, 10:30, sure".

-"I was thinking...maybe you should talk to her and explain that...of course you will be there, but if you are not able to make it is due to your work".

-"But I will be there".

-"I know, I know, it's just...we never know when a case might pop up. Remember the Spring Festival?".

-"Oh. The bank robbery right before it...".

-"Yes, that's what I mean. That time was easy because I was there, but this time I won't...".

-"I will talk to her". He said after a few seconds of silence. -"But I'll be there, no matter what".

That day, Tessa and her class made a craft for their fathers. All the little kids were drawing in a small paper square that would become a keychain for Father's Day. Some of them were drawing hearts, others were doing stick figures. Tessa drew her dad carrying her over his shoulders and a bunch of hearts around. Her artwork was a little abstract, but understandable for a 5 year old.

-"All right". Ms. Luna said in a sweet voice. Tessa really loved her teacher. -"I am going to take your drawings and we will give them back to our dads as a key chain during the festival!".

-"My daddy said he will come, but he's working and if he doesn't show up it is because he has to fight some bad guys. Bad guys don't respect days or time". Tessa rushed to repeat what Jay tried to explain to her earlier in the morning when he was taking her to school.

-"It's ok". Her teacher laughed a bit. -"Sometimes parents can't make it and it's ok. That doesn't mean they don't want to or that they don't love us".

The class rehearsed the song they would sing at intervals throughout the rest of the day. Tessa never missed the opportunity to repeat the information going around her head: "My dad said he's coming, but if he's not here it means he's working" or "My daddy is fighting the bad guys and bad guys they don't respect days or time" or "He will be here, but if he's not here, that means he's on the streets. He makes Chicago safe". Her friends were amazed whenever she repeated those statements. She did understand what her father told her, but she didn't really comprehend.

The day was here. You dropped Tessa at school, she was all excited. Before she entered the building you reminded her: "If it happens that daddy is not here or he's late, remember he's fighting the bad guys".

Jay was already in the bullpen, everything was strangely calmed. He had talked with Voight about going out to Tessa's school and he gladly agreed.

-"Today is the day isn't it?" Hailey asked Jay as she entered the coffee room.

-"Yeah". He smirked. -"If nothing else intervenes".

-"Let's stay positive". She said remembering what had happened last Spring Festival.

It was 8:30, the day had just started when Trudy came upstairs with an urgent case.

-"That's just my luck". Jay said, rushing downstairs with his partner.

-"Let's try to make it quick". Hailey answered by putting on her coat.

At school, the kids were getting ready to go outside to start the festival. Parents were gathering outside of the building, waiting to get inside.

Students from all schools were lining up around the court. Their parents were supposed to meet them and be in front of their kid's group to hear them sing.

-"Is your dad here?" One of Tessa's friends asked.

-"I can't see him". She answered standing on tiptoe. -"But it's ok, it's because he had to fight the bad guys".

All the kids waved their fathers with excitement, some of them ran to hug them before starting the show. Jay didn't make it, but Tessa wasn't feeling bad about it...yet.

When the song finished, all the kids jumped into their fathers arms and gave them the craft they made in class as a gift for them. Tessa stood in her place, not being able to hold her tears. She was crying in silence, so between the noise and excitement around the little girl, nobody noticed her until a few minutes later. As soon as her teacher saw her, she ran towards her and hugged her tight.

-"It's ok, honey. It's ok. Your dad wanted to be here with you". She said in a very sweet and calmed voice. -"Remember he is fighting the bad guys, you said that before ''.

Some parents were moved watching the scene, but there was nothing they could do. Ms. Johnson, the school's principal, noticed the situation from afar and she joined as soon as she could. By only moving her lips, trying not to be heard, she asked Tessa's teacher if the little girl's father wasn't there. She shaked her head in disapproval when the teacher answered with a sorry face.

-"We can call your dad, Tess. That way you can hear his voice".

-"But, Ms. Johnson, he's fighting the bad guys". Ms. Luna intervened.

-"Oh!" She understood. -"Ok, but we can call him later, we'll tell him to come so you can give him your present. Would you like that?".

The little girl was an emotional mess, but agreed with her head, even though she wasn't really listening to what the adults were saying.

The emergency call for the intelligence team ended up in a shooting and that delayed detective Halstead. As soon as he finished with interviews and all the bureaucracy after this kind of situation, he ran off.

-"Go, go, go". Hailey rushed. -"I cover you".

Jay drove his truck as fast as he could, siren on. It wasn't a police emergency, but it was an emergency after all, he could deal with the consequences later. He parked in the first spot he found, even if it wasn't merely in front of the school and ran as fast as he could in a police mode to get to his baby girl. It was until he entered the building that he noticed he was still wearing the vest, gun and badge on his hip, but didn't care.

-"There he is!" Ms. Johnson pointed to Tessa's father.

-"Come on! Come on!" Ms. Luna took the little girl's hand and started running towards her dad.

-"I'm so sorry". Jay took Tessa in his arms and carried her holding her as tight as he could. She was too emotionally drained to react.

Kids around were already saying goodbye to their parents, going back to their classrooms.

-"We'll give you some time alone". Ms. Johnson informed Jay and he muttered a "thank you".

-"You can go back to the classroom when you feel ready". Ms. Luna told her student.

-"I hate the bad guys". Tessa managed to say when they were finally alone.

-"Me too". Her father said. -"I'm really, really sorry I didn't hear you sing, but I'm here right now". He wiped the tears from her cheeks.

-"I did it real good, you missed it". She said playing with the key chain in her hands.

-"I bet you did". Jay chuckled. -"What do you have there?".

-"It's a present for you. I made it for you". She extended her short arm to give it to her dad.

-"For me? Is it for my keys? I love it!"

-"It's you and me and lots of hearts. I drew it myself".

-"I can see that. It's beautiful. Thank you, sweetie". Jay's phone started ringing and he sighed when he read the text messages.

-"I have to go back to work".

-"But I don't want you to go". She started crying again.

Ms. Johnson came into the scene to help Tessa go back to her class" -"Daddy has to go back to work, sweetie. Ms. Luna and your friends are waiting for you, let's go". And she took her tenderly in her arms as her crying grew louder.

-"It's all right". Jay reassured her with a kiss. -"I love you. I'll see you at home, ok?". And she disappeared through the door.

He peeked through the classroom window to check on her before departing. He witnessed how Ms. Luna was successfully calming her down and felt a little bit more relaxed to go.

-"Thank you for coming". Ms. Johnson told him with a smile. -"For real".

With a heavy heart, he got into his truck and before turning it on, he hung the keychain in his keys. He inspected the tiny drawing and smiled before going back to the bullpen.

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a ♡, comment or share. 😌♡

[dunedeca]

I read a sizeable chunk of the old version of Spellward Bound a *long* time ago - I don't remember exactly how long ago it was, but well over five years ago. It then proceeded to almost entirely drop out of my mind until a few months ago, when I tracked it down based on the few details I vaguely remembered, reread it, and quite enjoyed it.

The reason that, unlike most webcomics I read years ago, this one didn't *entirely* slip my mind and stuck around long enough for me to get curious, was that there was one particular scene which just absolutely stuck in my head. I don't remember the precise details, but the Hyleft language was written in a specific fictional script in scenes where it was supposed to diegetically not be understood. Very early, Mateo teleported back to the human realm without Tyson; when he returned (after Tyson had been time-delationed into experiencing significantly more time), Tyson was pictured speaking in partial and broken versions of the Hyleft script to imply that he had begun to pick up the basics of their language out of necessity. For whatever reason, that scene really stuck in my head; maybe it conveyed the simultaneous horror and intrigue of being alone in an alien world really well, maybe it was a really creative visual, maybe it was just a neat story beat, I'm really not sure why. But for whatever reason, that was the scene that I remembered long enough to, years later, think “I wonder what ever happened to that webcomic with the broken language scene?” and track it down.

I have really enjoyed the new version, but I was quite disappointed that the most memorable-to-me scene had been removed. I can't find the old version anywhere, and I believe (though I might be wrong?) that part of the contract for publishing on WebToons is that older versions have to be deleted. That said, is there any chance you could post that scene if you still have it? I would really appreciate the chance to look back at a memory of a creative scene that really stuck with me.

If you come back to me in around -checks watch- 2 years after the final chapter of Spellward Bound is released, I can repost it, along with the entire 30 chapter written script for the canvas version. For now, all webcomics I have ever made are backed up on google drive, including the Canvas version of Spellward Bound. I used to use Smackjeeves as an archive, but the old webcomic world is dying out and the places to save these things is dwindling, but hopefully by then one of the old guard websites are still standing.

[thecharactercouncil]

GREETINGS FROM THE MAIN STAFF. ESPECIALLY.

This will be a fairly big post, but fret not, future posts will be considerably shorter! Well, unless they're a rant or a lore/infodump, we digress. The reason this post is so goddamn big is cause it's basically the OC list. And I'm a damn OC hoarder, it seems...

We are greeting you to this manor where very willing residents are currently inhabiting. This is a in-character blog, not a system. Just a little thing for me to have fun goofing around as my OCs. And also some sort of OC archive, if it makes sense. Of course, you'll be very kindly kicked out of the property if you happen to:

Be the person DNI lists warn about, like a homophobic, or TERF, so on.

Put weird inquirements in the INQUIRE BOX. While sex jokes are allowed, we do not wish to be reviewing literal smut prompts there, calm down.

Do not act weird in DMs. Failure to comply will result in immediate blocking and even blacklisting, get the fuck out!

That outta the way, this blog will include some fandom adjacent content! Of course. My interests and all! Most of the residents ARE based on certain fandoms! You could consider it some kind of... fucked up AU of sorts? Can't explain it properly, I guess.

With that out of the way, you'll be witnessing a variety of flavors and dishes around this Manor. Don't worry, you'll find more about them as you lot interact more. And, who knows, maybe you'll discover residents that'll be added to the list later! It's always being updated, (when I remember to, that is). Our residents include, but are not limited to:

Senwe Crew: #mischief quintet Criminal Polycule, the usual.

Senwe: mirror pronouns or any/all

Caufrey: she/any

Deln: he/any

Hazven: he/any *The 4 of them accept dirty jokes, but don't be weird about it ok?

Quaddy: she/any. She's a kid. She's a kid. No dirty jokes at/of her.

The Voids: #void gang Goofiness squad!

Keyper: she/any

Maku and Mali: she/any *They're sisters and often reply together!

Myste: any/all *Brother-figure to Keyper.

*Dirty jokes allowed, but they might not understand some of them.

Taskforce Sighters: #flatfoot hijinksThe most competent-incompetent group you've seen!

PI-IP: she/he/they/it, equal preference - Perturbed Informant: she/they - Investigative Personnal: he/they *PI might bluescreen if you give it a dirty joke. IP will be indifferent.

Pother Shamus: it/they mainly, but isn't bothered by other pronouns *King of dirty jokes.

Adamant "Dour" Delator: he/him *Will just stare at you if you do a dirty joke.

Benedict "Bër" Hellion: any/all. Benedict is also a kid. A child. You do not do dirty jokes of/at him.

Timeline Maintenance and Space-Time Surveillance: #timekeepers Someone give them a break. Won't be me though.

Gill and Snatchel: she/it and he/they respectively. *They're dating! Also, yes, dirty jokes but same logic as Senwe Crew.

REPLAI: she/he *Same as Pother Shamus.

Minüt: any/time [pun unintended.] ALSO ALSO a child. You got the drill by now.

*more may be added to this, because they're like. 15 guys. OC hoarder warning here!!! Wow!!! But I need to figure out their names+design.

Alternian Squad: #trolls trolling Crayolas suddenly are a crime

Triune Hiatro: any/all

Ziesyo Seezel: he/it

Zubrit Monech: they/them

*Same logic as The Voids.

Midrifters: #bar dwellers Crimes, governmental issues and gay.

FM: any pronoun/no pronouns *Dating gerald! not owned by me, owned by @taxonomyterror. Also, they deal with their thoughts enough, they WILL absolutely bluescreen (or not like it) if you do a dirty joke. Proceed with caution and watch your wording.

Gunner: he/him mainly, but wouldn't mind she/her *Really depends on the nature of the dirty joke.

Morobim: they/them *Dating Gunner! Same logic as Gunner.

Commander A: it/its *Doesn't reply much over dirty jokes, mostly ignores.

That's mostly it. As in half a bible. And the list may or may not get bigger.

[moominmanoneandonly]

Soo, found some old Jojo art. Mostly traced

Not sure why I'm posting this. Might delate later

[eyeofthebrainstorm]

I can say confidently now that I'm done with Harry Potter. I'm over it. I really don't care for it. I frankly think that even without the whole jkr thing I would look at it as something that served me for a very important part of my life. But I cut that chord and it wasn't nearly as hard as anyone would think.

And now I find myself in a world where it's hard to interact with my peers, because they are all so much into it still. It's somehow relevant in place of their life where I cannot remotely understand why it would be. It worries me, to be honest.

I play DND with a group of just regular nerdy people in my general age group (maybe on the younger side than me), and the other day the DM described this item he made up for one of the PCs: a sword that would appear to the prince of the elves when they were in need of it.

Everyone at the table was like: *cof cof* sword of Gryffindor *cof cof* Fawkes the phoenix *cof cof* hehehehe. The DM was embarrassed because he said "yeah I thought about that but I swear I wasn't copying that!"

Running the risk of becoming obnoxious to this group who kindly let me in to play with them (and you know how hard it is to find a good DND group), I couldn't help myself. It's not so much that they had to put Harry Potter in the situation, but the fact that they think JKR invented the concept of "magical items showing up when someone worthy is in need". I had to tell them that the concept is Arthurian at the very least. I'm scared that a generation of creative minds will be limited by thinking that they can't re-do stuff that Harry Potter did, while JKR literally invented bread and butter, made it into poison, and it's making money, hurting people and shaping minds with it.

[cursedcurehead]

Bulimics are like ate that shi up might delate later

[my18thcenturysource]

Serious Question

How do you explain to your very privileged friends that you cannot quit you job for “a happier one”?

Harder after a pandemic. Even harder when you have a job title that does not exist in other companies, and a set of skill that no-one looks for (even though they should). I mean, for my career path, my next job should be with WGSN or Stylus or something like that. That do not have offices in my country and will not hire me when they could hire a local who will not need a work visa and from a prestigious college like Saint Martins or  Parsons.

It must be a lot easier for them with their safety net, contacts in luxury brands, and their FIT degree.

So, how do you tell them lovingly to fuck off without telling them to fuck off?

[comequicklysir]

Jungkook x ON