#my poor roommate

[raddestrose]

Whooo I’m mad stressin about round seven

But I do know that the bass will be FUNKY

[more-like-notome]

The marvels of technology

[there-will-be-a-way]

Just went outside to smoke. Saw fireworks, was happy. Heard the fireworks, was unhappy. Then saw a random dude riding his bike when he fell all of a sudden. The random dude didn't get up again. Thought, "Hm, I should get over." Walked towards him in joggers and slippers. Realized the random dude was my drunk roommate. Helped him up. Then his shopping bag broke and his groceries fell out

I just wanted to go for a quick smoke lmao

[possesseddog]

hey why the fuck did no one warn me about sholmes with dyed hair

I just got fucking jumpscared by him I made the worst noise

[mxxstiq]

on a brighter note, i finished my rewatch of adventure time tonight!

missed seeing my fav Marceline and her bb Bumblegum.

[the-thursday]

Tall Halt

Short Gilan

Tall Will, taller than Horace

Crowley with short sandy hair

Everybody blond remains blond.

Halt is also blond.

I want biscuits and caprisun

[mexashepot]

Can this workday be over already please I have sooo much to fangirl to my friends about

[pinwheel-studios-and-productions]

Serendipity! One of my oldest characters

[doctorsiren]

we’ll meet again

[sskim-milkk]

I was trying not to scream, squeal, cry and hyperventilate during this scene yesterday because my roommate was trying to do homework and hasn’t fully seen my unhinged self when it comes to shooty shooty man. Fun times.

Damn Cross is a hell of a shot. Always looking forward to a trick shot of his.

And like the blaster fire of a TANK going off all around him while he stands unwavering. Hawt.

[no-place-to-be-happy]

Literally illegal sooob

[noctude]

tried to write a silly little love song for valentines day but it just ended up being about the end of the world again (again)...

At least before the end of time

Would you please be my valentine?

No need for reason or for rhyme

When everything shrinks and bends

And it begins again 

Pretty sure the weather's fine

For taking the commuter line

Should the sun explode or shine

The minutes are worth to spend

and it begins again again

Then without word or warning sign

It all collapses crystalline

And what’s left of us will intertwine

At the end of the end of the end

And it begins again again

The jukebox needs another dime--

Jukebox needs another dime--

The universe as we define

Will all be gone by half past nine

And it begins againagainagainagainagainagainagain

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Besties give me a diplomatic phrasing to communicate "if I leave for the evening and tell you roughly when I'll be back and text 20 minutes before I'm home on your request, please be done having screaming sex by the time I'm home"

[sensitiveheartless]

your art makes me wanna overcome my issues and just start creating as well after decades of not being able to. anw, just wanted to say you're an inspiration to me < 3

Aaaa I support!! <3<3<3 I'm really glad I've been able to inspire you! At least in my opinion, creating stuff is always valuable — Art art been very therapeutic for me :0 When I was younger I had a lot of trouble getting myself started on making stuff, and I was very on and off with it, especially during more tempestuous times. It's been about...seven or eight years now since I decided to start drawing every day, and admittedly some days all I have time/energy for is stuff like this:

But to me it still counts! Even though most of the stuff I draw in my sketchbook never becomes a finished piece, and it's all very messy, it still helps my brain to create it. Even when I just end up making a page of vaguely dinosaur-like creatures and weird little beasts like these ones from recently lol

Anyway! That was a bit of a ramble, but most importantly: If you do decide to create again, I wish you the best of luck, anon! <3<3<3

[bluestjayy]

Life update:

I didn't make my deadline.

After approximately 200 applications, only 6 (first stage) interviews, 3 (second stage interviews), and more rejections than I could cope with some days, I unfortunately haven't been able to find a job since being laid off in September. This means I can no longer stay in my apartment. Which. Sucks.

I'm lucky enough to have my parents to fall back on, so I'll be moving back to their bungalow until I can find something to support me and save up enough money to come back to the city, so that's something. But it's also not going to be great for me while I'm there.

My hometown is an incredibly small mining town in the rural north-east, it's ridiculously close minded and conservative. I'm not out to any of my family for this reason, so I am for sure signing up for a minimum of a year being misgendered and stomaching casual bigotry from everyone I'm surrounded by.

And I love my parents, but our relationship isn't the best. They have a lot of really unhealthy, toxic, and occasionally abusive behaviours, and the way they treat each other and me is really... well it's not always good. Which is part of the reason I not only moved out but to a city that's 3 hours away in the first place. Their home is not intended for anyone but the two of them, it is incredibly small, and I will be living in a second room that only fits a camp bed and a small desk with very little privacy as this room is also where some of the utilities are. It's something, and I am so lucky to have this option at all vs complete homelessness. But I also know the toll this is all going to take on me physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I have already had to start looking at my current possessions, over 4 years of the life I built here, and decide which parts I get to keep and which I now have to leave behind.

Being back there is going to be... I don't know. I get into dark places whenever I go home for the holidays for a few days so living there again... I really don't know.

I guess the only thing keeping me going is the idea I will be able to come back to the city I'm in right now, the one I call home, eventually. It's just going to take some time.

And I have a plan, I am already job hunting for remote roles I can do back there, I'm open to taking on two or three if necessary, and I've started working on opening an Etsy store for some of my crafting creations that may also help me fundraise the money to leave a lot faster. Perhaps I'll even consider commissions again.

But it's definitely going to be a long long year getting myself back on my feet again.

One of the only upsides currently is how much time I have to be working on fic and art (whenever the muse allows me!) so that's something I guess haha.

Anyway, thoughts and love and support and virtual hugs go a long way for me rn, and if you're so inclined (absolutely 100% not necessary but every little helps) here is the link to my tip-jar:

Ko-Fi

Even just giving this post a share would really help me right now. Those who know me know I find it really difficult to ask for help even when I'm in desperate need of it but I think, after six weeks of this reality slowly creeping up on me, I have reached a point where I am ready to say I really need it.

The fandom communities I have found myself in the last year have been an absolute rock for me. And I am so glad I get to be a part of them with you all.

In the end, it will be okay. That's what I have to keep telling myself. Positively rebellious and rebelliously positive.

Thank you for reading, I hope you have a wonderful day and I appreciate you all so much 💛

[racetrackmybeloved]

genuine question for you theatre nerds: how do you get through the end of carrying the banner without taking a breath??

maybe my lung capacity is just trash but i swear this is REALLY long section to go without breathing:

I was stakin' out the circus and then someone said that Coney's

Really hot but when I get there there was Spot with all his cronies

Heck, I'm gonna take what little dough I've got and play the ponies

We at least deserves a headline for the hours that they work us

Jeez I bet if I just stayed a little longer at the circus

is it just that my lungs suck? its probably just that my lungs suck lol

also, i cannot even fathom the difficulty of singing this while also dancing