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Is it just me or people really more and more draw Lucifer as a complete uwu shy baby and Alastor as his big alpha man? Because the more days pass the more of it I see and I'm tired.
Dude I hear ya (¬_¬) It's literally my biggest pet peeve with the radioapple ship. I'm sorry but I cannot fathom Lucifer as a UwU shy baby. And Alastor a big alpha man? Please. If any of them were a big alpha man, it'd be Lucifer, let's be real.
You know, the thing is, I don't really mind Lucifer having shy little UwU moments or Alastor being all big, tough, and domineering - they've both had moments like that in the show. It's when their entire characters get boiled down to these specific tropes/characteristics that I want to start ripping my hair out.
At this point, I just scroll past content like that really fast, or I just block the creator - not out of resentment of malice toward them, I'm just a big believer in fans curating their own fandom experience. If I don't enjoy certain content, however innocent and harmless it is, I'm going to keep it from showing up in my feed. I'm here to have a good time, I'm not gonna spend it consuming stuff I don't enjoy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It's how I got most of my Twitter feed full of bottom!Alastor now. I rarely come across top!Alastor anymore and it's been great. I'm having a fantastic time.
But yeah, totally agree with you, Anon. Not much we can do about it, but I feel your frustration. The best we can do is make the content we want to see (~˘▾˘)~
#look im glad they're all having fun#i want fans to have fun in fandom#im never going to rain on anyones parade#or harass them for the thinks they like or create#i just get so tired sometimes#I especially dislike UwU shy baby Lucifer#like#I"M SORRY#did we watch the same show?#when did that man ever come across as a UwU shy baby?#I don't see it im sorry#it takes me out so bad#I can see Alastor as being all big bad and domineering because he 100% has been like that in the show#Im looking at you Alastor threatening Husk in the hallway scene#but like#still#it's done in a way that I just don't enjoy it#i just don't enjoy top!Alastor#I can't#my brain has blocked it#but like I said#im glad fans are having fun#love to see it#im just going to make sure it stays off my dash#asks#anon#anonymous#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin alastor
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sharing a very sage bit of advice from The Simpsons' own John Swartzwelder that i've been trying to hamper down in my writing and drawing alike. let your inner crappy little elf do his worst
#i've been so blocked with writing and drawing lately and so i'm trying this out for my review of Bugs Bunny Gets the Boid and i can feel it#helping but i'll be so glad when i get to the revising stage because right now it feels like my brain has thousands of flaming needles#poking it and making me go AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! the perfectionism devil is hard to shake#but he will be no match for my crappy little elf
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Hello MCSM community
#when your fixation has like 0 merch so you gotta do everything yourself#ive been wanting to make the mc flowers out of wooden blocks. then i got the absolute big brained idea to make the order's amulet and. yeah#my crafts#minecraft story mode#mcsm#mcsm amulet#crafts#arts and crafts#my art
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Nico wakes up to gagging and a soft glow coming from the bathroom.
His first thought is, bizarrely, that Hazel’s home. But her bunk is still empty, and her shoes aren’t by the door, and she didn’t wake him when she came in. She always wakes him when she comes in, even if it’s four thirty in the damn morning, because nothing makes her cackle quite like Nico choking back curses and tweaking under her smothering pillow.
“Shit,” comes a small voice from the bathroom, followed by more retching. “Shitshitshit, no —”
Nico bolts for the door.
“Hi,” Will says, or tries to. His scarred knuckles clench with every gag, wrapped too tightly around the rim of porcelain to tremble like the rest of him.
Something about the wobbly smile he keeps trying to form in between gags. Something about the sweat that has drenched his t-shirt, something about the deep circles under his eyes, something about his spot in the bed completely cold, wrinkled.
Something is not adding up.
“You’re not sick,” Nico murmurs, pressing the back of his hand to Will’s forehead. Will mutters something about bliss, leaning into Nico’s hand; he smiles again, but it is strained, and at odds with the glassy look in his eyes. The sharp, rapid breaths.
“Just don’t — feel good.”
Every word is punctuated by a big, heaving gasp, like he’s trying to breathe through heavy cotton. On a hunch, Nico slides his hands down Will’s face, brushing the goosebumps on his neck, the irritated, pulsing tendons, and rest flat against his chest, over his heart.
His heart that is pounding, so quickly it is actually challenging to recognise as a beat rather than a buzz.
“You’re having a panic attack,” Nico says quietly.
Will shrugs. He gags again, but clamps his mouth shut before it goes anywhere, breathing deeply and carefully through clenched teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. His heart pounds faster, and the rapid movement of his chest grows shallow, but he manages to choke back his bile, swallow down whatever nausea is plaguing him.
“I’m — fine.” His laboured breathing is the loudest sound in the cabin. In the camp. “I’m handling it.”
Nico watches him. Watches him clench his jaw and squeeze his eyes shut and make a noise like he is being betrayed, like he is being sold for thirty silver by his own body, his own mind; watches him flex his muscles rigid and hold himself still like he can stop the nails and thorns from coming. He thinks of wide smiles and far away eyes and mental health pamphlets and cheerful slogans on infirmary walls.
“I think one of those things are true.”
“I don’t need —”
Whatever he doesn’t need is forgotten, because he is heaving again, only this time his body finds something to dredge up, even if that something is stomach acid and he cries as it burns its way up his throat, and in between heaving he wheezes, horrible whistling gasping noises, and his hair plasters to his forehead, and his body slumps into Nico’s hold and jerks away from him like rocky waves against a lakefront.
“How long have you been here?”
Will just shrugs again, and he cries, and he says “Leave, please,” and Nico wraps an arm tighter around his waist, and presses a kiss to his sweaty temple, lingering, holding, tasting salt from Will and from his tears both, and squeezing his eyes shut, and holding back the anger. Gritting his teeth and softening his hold, deliberately, resting his fingers delicately on the dip of Will’s hip, the raised pink of the stretch marks along his ribs.
“I hate it when you run from me,” he murmurs, and Will sobs again.
“I can’t breathe,” he says, and Nico squeezes and promises he can. “I’m dying. I’m dying, I’m gonna —”
“I’m here, Will.” He doesn’t say you’re not dying. He doesn’t say you’re fine, because this is the longest they’ve sat together in five days, because it is the the quiet middle of June, because yesterday Kayla spent half her shift screaming at Will to get out and ignoring him when he shouted back. Because the bandage around Will’s wrist has been worn to threads, because Lee’s hoodie has not been washed in weeks, because there is a newcomer named Michael and Will cannot even look at him. Because it has been bad. “I’m here.”
It is as much a reminder as it is a plea as it is a reprimand as it is a fruitless nothing, because when Nico struggles he gets angry, when Nico struggles he gets mean and biting and violent, but when Will struggles he wants the world to kill him. And for all that Nico is halfway to the grave he has clawed and chewed and fought his way to survival. And when Will scratches at the skin around his ears and screams into his hands and opens the chapped over scars on his lips his palms his fingers, Nico can only hold him, Nico can only gently pry his nails from his flesh and tell himself that one day they will get to the point where Nico wakes up. Where Will wakes him up, where he burrows into the place between his arms and his chest and hides in someone else for once. Where he trusts someone outside of himself enough to bare his back.
“I’m here,” he whispers again, and he presses his lips to Will’s hair and holds him as he sobs, “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.”
#is this 100 ways?? i don’t actually know if it’s 100 ways#i’m writing this and then blocking it from my brain#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#nico di angelo#will solace#nico di angelo/will solace#nico/will#will/nico#will is Going Thru It#will solace angst#nico di angelo angst#solangelo#angst#will solace has anxiety#100 ways#100 ways to say i love you#cw panic attack#my writing#longpost
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please go to therapy jason please please please please pleeeeeease
#falsettos#has been rotting in my brain for soooo long#and im obsessed#im posting this less because i like the way it came out and more because i need to somehow express my enjoyment of this show#falsettos 2016#christian borle#stephanie j block#anthony rosenthal#my artwork#musical theatre#drawing#digital art#clip studio paint#silly!!#the brainrot is brainrotting#hhhhhh
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WATCHED C3e99 DOWNFALL PART 1 AND UHHH I HAVENT DRAWN FAN ART IN YEARS BUT THE MUSE REALLY SPOKE TO ME THIS TIME
Step 2 figure out how the Emissary actually looks
#I VOTE WE JUST CALL HIM APPLES#my sibling and I were watching together and I was like noshir STILL hasn't come in yet I bet he's in the fucking crate#and then#Apples <3#BE APPLES#I've solely been referring to the emissary as Apples in all of our conversations okay I love him#im big in love with Asha tho I am very excited to see what the rest of downfall brings us#I feel like my brain was going 7000 mph the whole episode trying to remember every scrap of lore I could remember#idk maybe more art to come I guess???#everyone thank my good buddy P who can not see this post as it will be spoiler tagged for them but they somehow unlocked my art block#by introducing a What If Ashton Draws As A Coping Mechanism AU and I went slightly feral over it <33#critical role#exu downfall#critical role campaign 3#god my tagging system has gone to shit there is so much goin on#bells hells#it's not BH but that's what all the rest of the C3 stuff is tagged with so im just gonna do that for my own searching purposes I guess#sams art#cr downfall
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hbomberguys video simultaneously healed my imposter syndrome and inspired me to do my homework everyone say thank u mr hbomb
#the fact that these mfs didnt even bother to write their own scripts. girl. AUGH#hbomberguy#sorry for the hbomb posting my brain chemistry has been shifted#ive been tagging it so u can block it
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me: *opens a doc*
my brain: hey, wouldn't it be a perfect time to catch up on all your missing sleep?
me:
my brain:
me
my brain:
me:
my brain: hey so—
me: FOR GODS' SAKE, LET ME LIVE
#this fic has been rattling around in my brain all week and i just need to write down the notes so i dont forget it#i dont even have to write it right now#i just need to take notes so i dont forget all the things i thought of#im begging my brain please just let me write something im going insane#cant work on my main wip so let me do sOMETHING pLEasE#writer#creative writing#writing#writers life#writers#writers block#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#ao3 writer#writeblr#writing life#on writing#writing memes#writing wip#wip#current wip#work in progress#my wips#unfinished
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TO WHATEVER YOU NEED ME
#so sorry this kind of b&w style has been gripping my brain so hard recently but. hai :-3#have had the worst like artistic block recently SO glad i finally got inspired to do this song tho#txt#c.txt#fob#fall out boy#fobedit#so much (for) stardust#so good right now#p: 100#p: 500
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Timberkon what have you done to my brain
#timberkon#what has happened to my brain#i just sat down and wrote for like two hours#i've had writers block for months#what is this
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doobles
#avatar roku#roku#sozin#rozin#ta min#ra min#atla#me art#excuse how sloppy these are!#something something im chasing art block away slowly but surely….#idek how a challengers ta rozin(?) au would even work bc (imo) sozin and ta min like#despise each other lol#and i don’t think ta min would be as callous as tashi#but I watched it today yippee!!!#and it has changed my brain chemistry :)#also i love roku and ta min in their older years. old people in love!!!!!!!!!#both rozin and ra min are fighting for dominance in my brain. love ‘em#ON SECOND THOUGHT YES I COULD SEE CHALLENGERS TA ROZIN WORKING. VERY MUCH SO.#if roku is art and sozin is patrick….
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2024 tumblr top 10
i was tagged by @hoforwonho @neonsbian @seonghwacore and @faceglitchsworld, thank you lovelies 🩷
use this to see your top 10 posts of the year and share!
seonghwa and mingi summer photobook - 1,634 notes - Aug 16 2024
2. seonghwa summer photobook - 1,466 notes - Aug 16 2024
3. seonghwa practiciing his solo - 1,157 notes - Jul 23 2024
4. seonghwa in morocco - 1,022 notes - Jul 21 2024
5. seonghwa and mingi empty box ending fairy - 984 notes - Jun 5 2024
6. whatever this is - 984 notes - May 15 2024
7. more summer photobook seonghwa - 914 notes - Aug 13 2024
8. this incredible seonghwa guerrilla fit - 845 notes - Apr 9 2024
9. more golden hour part 1 seonghwa - 830 notes - Jun 8 2024
10. seonghwa for dicon - 807 notes - Feb 27 2024
tagging @honeydewtual @hongtonie @hwanswerland @minzbins @hwatermelon @snug-gyu @jievn @starcatching @pinkprincessminki @dazzlingkai (no pressure ofc, and i'm sorry if i tagged you even if you already did it)
#do i gif other people than hwa? the answer is yes#but ig i had my brain very full of him all year#also it's my first time reaching 1k+ on several gifsets so thank you all for giving me exposure#even if i'm 100% sure half of kpopblr has me blocked#*tagged#*mywork
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-If I Had Asked-
Pairing: Jungkook x genderless reader
Genre: Romantic. Hurt. Comfort. Fluff. Exes to lovers. Oneshot.
Summary: Jungkook wants to catch up at a mutual friends birthday party.
Warnings: Language. Alcohol consumption and marijuana use.
Inspired by this prompt.
WC: 1.5K
Jungkook weaves in and out of the throng of people in the small apartment. Seokjin had insisted on a small party, but as usual he’d gotten carried away and vastly overestimated the capacity of his flat.
Jungkook can pretend to be outgoing, a crowd lover, if the occasion calls for it, but in truth he feels like his skin is crawling every time he brushes up against a stranger. Normally he would’ve left after wishing his elder a happy birthday and leaving his present, a compilation book of Marvels 100 best comics, on the counter.
However, he has it on good authority that Seokjin invited you here tonight, and that you’d said yes.
Jungkook hasn’t seen you since you packed your shit and left his apartment over a year ago. You hadn’t been the least bit unserious when you told him you were done, you really had been. It took Jungkook a long time to realize that he probably should’ve gone after you. Too long. By the time it had occurred to him, six months had passed, you were seeing someone else, and his window had closed.
He was immature with you, and maybe a year doesn’t make anyone wiser, but he’s learned a lot since then. Like how prioritizing everything over you because he just assumed you’d always be around was his biggest mistake.
His third circle of Jins apartment has him wondering if Namjoon had been wrong - you actually had no plans to come. Then he hears it. He would know your laugh in any universe. If he were in a coma he’d still hear it. It makes his heart ache.
You’re out on the terrace. A vodka cranberry, that’s probably more cranberry than anything, in one hand, a joint in the other. You’re chatting with Jimin, probably catching up, but like an invisible string is tethered, you turn your head and make eye contact with Jungkook through the glass. He see's you tense up for just a second, then you turn back to Jimin, looking like you're about to make a quick exit.
He can't have that.
Jungkook shimmies through the crowd and slides through the door. Jimin notices the change in the very air out on the terrace.
"Jungkook, long time no see," he says, trying to keep it light and charming, but the thick cloud of awkward is expanding by the second.
You look over the terrace out into the darkness, taking a long drag off the joint and blowing it into the air.
"Yeah," Jungkook shrugs, "I've been working a lot, not really had the energy for hanging out."
"For sure," Jimin nods. Then silence ensues. The noise from the party, lulled by the closed terrace door buzzes and beckons. "I'm going to go find Seokjin, see how drunk he is," Jimin jokes and the two of you offer up some forced laughter.
"Here," you say, handing him the joint, "I think I'm good."
Jimin takes it, offers it briefly to Jungkook who shakes his head no, then places it between his lips before retreating indoors like the terrace is on fire.
"Hi," Jungkook finally says.
"Hey there," you reply.
"Why is this so uncomfortable?" he laughs, taking the spot beside you to look out into the night. City lights dot the horizon like blinking stars and he focuses on one that seems to flash on and off every couple of seconds.
"I don't know," you finally answer, "I think these things are always awkward."
"What things?"
"Seeing your ex at a party for the first time since splitting," you clarify. "Though you'd think a years time would've papered over some of those cracks."
"I'm sorry," Jungkook offers, the list of things he owes you an apology for is too long though, "Sorry for letting a year go by without speaking."
"It's fine," you say flatly. "How have you been? Seeing anyone?" you mentally slap yourself for adding that last bit. That opens up a whole conversation that you'd rather not have.
"I've been fine, I guess. Kind of just going through the motions of life, really. Neutral I suppose is the best way to describe it," he says, "and no. I was seeing someone for a bit, but...I don't know. It just fizzled out as quick as it started."
"That's too bad," you say, though you don't sound the least bit interested. You take another sip of your drink and you wish you'd asked Jin for an extra shot of vodka now.
"How's Taehyung? I didn't see him tonight," Jungkook wonders, waits for your answer with bated breath.
"He uh..." you chuckle dryly looking into your cup, "He's in Japan. Took a promotion in the company but had to relocate. He asked me to go...but..."
"You didn't?" Jungkook finishes. "Why not?"
"You know how ill my grandma is," you smile sadly, "I didn't think it was a good idea to leave."
"Are they not taking good care of her at the assisted living place?"
"They are," you nod, "but still."
"So, did you guys like, break up? Or are you doing the long distance thing?" he presses.
"Is this why you came out here? To ask me if I'm still seeing Taehyung?" you wonder, not bothering to hide the confusion or irritation.
Jungkook shakes his head, "I came out here to just talk, ___. That's what I'm doing."
You sigh. "No. We're not doing the long distance thing. We decided it would be better if we ended it, well, he decided," you laugh bitterly. "Though to be fair I think it was less of a 'hard versus easy’ issue, and more of a 'he wanted to be able to fuck whomever he wanted without having to feel guilty for it' issue."
"I'm sorry," Jungkook offers genuinely.
"Why?" you snap your head over to him, "I figured you'd be pleased with that outcome. After all I basically did the same thing to you."
"You didn't dump me so you could fuck other people without feeling guilty," he reminds you, then after a long pause adds, "Right?"
You laugh. "No, that's not why I broke up with you."
"You weren't happy," he says.
"I felt like I was your parent, you treated me like someone who was supposed to cater to your every need and like my job, my dreams were second to yours. That made me unhappy. That wasn't very fair."
"No, it wasn't. I acted like that because that's what I thought a grown up relationship was, that's what I wanted it to be."
"That's unhealthy," you tell him.
"I know," he nods, "and you told me that then as well."
"You never seemed to hear me," you recall. "That's why I left."
"I know," he nods, "You weren't the villain, but I made you into one for a long time. I've always been taken care of, with my family, with my friends - I'm always the one taken care of, and it took me a long time to grow out of that. To realize that a relationship is partnership, you hear people say it all the time but it's easy to gloss over what that really means. I should've realized then, I should've heard you, but instead I just acted stupid, clueless."
"Thank you. That means a lot," you say, trying to fend off the tears.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"If I had asked, would you have stayed?" he looks at you, faces his whole body toward you so you do the same.
You think about it for a moment then shrug, "You didn't ask Jungkook. So I guess we'll never know."
You finish off your drink and turn the empty plastic cup over in your hand. "I need to go throw this away. I should really get going anyway."
He stands there defeated and nods.
"It was good seeing you Jungkook," you lay your hand on his shoulder, "Take care of yourself."
He stands there, listens as you slide the glass door, the dulled party buzzes to life, then lulls back out again, signaling you've made it inside and left him out on the terrace alone.
"Wait!" he yells, turning on his heels and pulling the heavy door. "___! Wait!"
You stop and turn towards his voice, along with the entire room. Everyone goes silent as they all look between the two of you.
"I'm asking now," he says, disregarding the audience.
You stare at him, skin hot from the gazes around the room. You rake your hand through your hair, letting it fall like a curtain around your face.
Jungkook crosses the room, eliminating the open stage that your interaction has turned into. He walks you back into a hallway that leads to Jins bedroom and bath. He backs you all the way up to the wall, his tattooed arms caging you in, shielding you from the onlookers who slowly, but surely, turn back into their own conversations.
"Are you drunk?" you ask.
"What?"
"Are you drunk?" you repeat, breathlessly.
"No," he shakes his head, "I had a coke, I have to be at work in the morning."
You nod. Your hands find purchase on his forearms and you uncage yourself, your fingertips sliding down his arm, tracing over your favorite, familiar ink, then intertwine with his.
You look up into his dark brown eyes, and smile, "Then drive me home."
#bts fanfiction#jeon jungkook#jungkook fanfic#romance#Jungkook x reader#writing#BTS fanfic#ignoring my current projects#trying to write through the block of cement my brain has turned into#exes to lovers#ex boyfriend Jungkook#these tags are wild af
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👑 for Jake as well if that's ok.
Do you have any idea how long i've been wanting to draw Jake on a throne made of tacky, spray painted trash? TOO LONG that is
#Drayreplies#mrlimes#and i'm slightly underselling it cuz i wanna finish the pic#like for real i saw this music video a long time ago#with the singer on a throne made of tires cinder blocks n tacky ass lions#all of it spray painted gold#all of it in a nasty ass abandoned hallway only illuminated by the sun peering through broken windows#and the image has stayed in my brain like a shitty water transfer tattoo stamp that refuses to let go kjfvnf
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We all know Timmy is Wanda’s mama’s boy but we need to keep in mind he’s still Cosmo’s kid too and that Cosmo would love him just as vehemently as Wanda
#fairly oddparents#not that anyone has portrayed him different#certainly not distance he loves Timmy he probably says it the most in the show and in fanon#but still- watching New Wish there felt like there was a disconnect with Cosmos character-like he wasn’t as well defined as he was in OG#that’s in part due to them toning him down from being an idiot plain and simple but I feel like it wasn’t fitted with something else it was#simply taken away#just to say he didn’t have as much of a presence to me in New Wish as Wanda did and I crave spinning Cosmo around in my brain#I want to see Poof being his Dad’s Boy yknow and I want to see cosmo doting and I want to see when he gets like. parental rage for the sake#of his kids#yknow? Yknow? part of him feeling detached in a new wish has translated into him not wanting to get as close to Hazel as he did Timmy-#to try and play it more like godparents are supposed to- just a presence for a couple months#but also because like. he got SO attached to Timmy and he’ll never regret it and he’d never do anything different#but idk. if it were me I wouldn’t have the capacity to go through losing my godkid again after becoming that attached#that’s not even mentioning that they don’t HAVE to be in hazel’s life the same way they were in Timmy’s because Timmy was going through#neglect and Hazel has loving family and friends all around her at all times- her blocks are mental#in that way cosmo and Wanda just have to do the Typical Godparent Job of aiding her- not becoming people she desperately needs in life#which also bleeds into why I think Peri was having such a. difficult time#godparents aren’t supposed to be attached the way his family was to Timmy and that how he learned it#but his first godkid is Not Easy and lends immediately to the issues Timmy was having where he HAS parents he HAS things (though . Timmy#was not rich and would sometimes not be fed… dev’s dad also forgets to feed him but dev is still able to eat you know)#and how he grew up with his parents as godparents and how he’s been taught are conflicting and it’s nature vs doing a good job quoteunquote#I didn’t mean to ramble so damn much in the tags I’m really sorry#told myself if I had more to say I’d write it down and post it later but I must be heard.
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what kills me is that asa spent god knows how many hours in the library studying for this date, 100% believing denji would fall for her if she cosplayed a fax printer and spitting to him the twenty pages of information she memorized about starfish when the boy just wanted to see irl happy feet
what kills me even further is the fact denji actually listened to her
and she listened to him to
to be loved is to be seen, man
#and they say romance is dead#denji is so caring and smart and he doesn't get enough credit for that as he should#i know this has been pointed it out one hundred times but honestly my dear? i dont give a damn#he gets inside the aquarium with HER shut the fuck UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP *PULLS HAIR*#DENJI DESERVES SO MUCH MORE AND FUJIMOTO KEEPS MAKING HIM SUFFER I HATE THIS SO MUCH#im rereading this part because the fic im writing is lightly based on this part and it kills me every single time i just love them so much#writing from asa pov because denji seems too complex for my tiny brain to write. and even asa is making it hard too#BUT i will fight the writer's block devil and WIN#the fact fujimoto CAN write romance but actively chooses to make it evil is just insane to me. he's evil.#csm#asaden
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