#not in the best mood rn

[dxrkl1ght]

Accidentally deleted the post-

But yeah, still pretty overwhelmed, the day is going horribly again

Comfort doodles of these two because apparently they became my comfort characters

[cecenyss]

I make friends that can be happy when I’m not

[ithinkimightbeagoose]

hey. your old sillyguy goose isn't in the best of spirits right now, your old sillyguy goose needs some cheering up

[harritudur]

"I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things…"

(lotr quote + romance dawn trio, yes i like to make myself cry ❤️‍🩹)

[krysmcscience]

Saw this post and couldn't resist because,

1.) @tesscourtes' human!Bill is a lil cutie-patootie menace that I very badly wanted to draw, and,

2.) I have a - M I G H T Y - N E E D - for any version of human!Bill to find any way he possibly can to annoy Ford a whole lot :D

Also, 3.) I like to headcanon that Bill's knowledge in The Sciences is mostly limited to 'Ways I Can Make A Really Cool Doomsday Portal', and everything else he knows is just a slapdash mix of the stuff he remembers from whatever schooling he went through on Euclydia, a whole awful lot of lucky guesses (which he WILL gaslight you about if you tell him he's wrong), and - naturally - conning all the rest of the answers he needs out of any more educated saps who are unfortunate enough to be around him at the time (answers which he will then proceed to take credit for), so as far as I'm concerned, this "outfit" is perfect for him.

Ignore the shitty backgrounds, I am sick to death of doing backgrounds, I just want to draw goofy shenanigans, okay???

[enii]

I am doing the best that I can💕

[laswells-ashtray]

Hello Miss Ashtray, may I humbly request that you write something incredibly self indulgent? Write something that YOU want to write! I love your work, and I wanna see what gets YOUR brain worms wiggling :3

Watching Nikolai tinker about with an old radio is a gift. The man may as well have a satin red bow holding his black locks out of his eyes as he unscrews the back panel of the radio, tongue poking out between his lips in a sign of concentration.

If John could stop breathing, he would. Unwilling to let something so inconsequential as his breathing interrupt his partner when the other man is so relaxed. His posture is loose, breathing calm and melodic with his attention focused on the task in front of him, barely aware of John's presence. If it weren't a dreary day in England and the sun was shining through the blinds, he would say he could see the liveliness in the Russian's eyes reflecting in the light.

But the grey painting the sky outside offers the streets a dull, abiotic look and it warms something in John's chest to know that he's hoarding the warmth of Nikolai's presence to himself in a selfish act that he can't bring himself to apologise for.

Watching a man whose knuckles he has wiped clean of blood, his own and that of nameless battered bodies, take apart an Eltra RM-407 is a blessing in its own right. Millions of years of evolution have led him to this very moment in which the man he loves takes apart a Polish radio and scatters the pieces over their coffee table.

John wants to run his hands over Nikolai's shoulders, savouring the warmth of the other man's skin under his fingertips. He wants to nuzzle against the other man's shoulders, desperate to cover the pilot in his scent in an announcement to the world that he's mine. He'd spend hours of his time nipping and sucking Nikolai's skin, bruising it in colours of his own making just to see his claim on the pilot.

In another world he'd crawl into Nikolai's ribcage, shielding his heart with every vulnerable bit of his own boy just to ensure that his partner remained whole throughout the bloodshed of their jobs. John would let the pilot devour him whole, feast upon his very flesh and bone just to ensure that Nikolai wouldn't starve.

Watching Nikolai in the process of repairing a vintage Polish radio is like watching him smoke, John can't take his eyes off it. Watching him tap the ashes off of his cigarette as the embers rapidly race towards his fingertips while he inhales smoke.

Watching the tendrils escaping his mouth as though he were breathing flames, a mythical serpent whose very presence could encompass a room but his predator gaze would fall upon one man only.

John would offer himself up as a pincushion, letting the other man sink his claws into the fragile flesh protecting his bones. He'd let his blade-like teeth ravage skin until he tore a bloodied mass of tissue from John's carcass. Nikolai would walk away from his rotten husk of a corpse and yet John might never have felt so full.

Watching Nikolai in his attempts to rewire a worn, fragile piece of machinery feels like looking into a mirror. Feeling the Russian's calloused hands run over his body in an attempt to find a loose screw that he could utilise in his mission to crack John open and find his endostructure. Burning his hands on the very core that powers a captain-shaped wall of mechanics in an attempt to reconfigure him into a man capable of humanity at its very simplest.

Nikolai's ability to craft those around him into better people, shaping them into souls capable of devotion and tenderness as he had once succeeded with John was an art few have mastered in the way few achieved.

He creates life out of walking cadavers, he drags souls back from sequestered lands and gives people a sense of being again. And he does so with scarred, aching hands.

Watching Nikolai repair a radio on their coffee table is worth the knowledge that their coffee table is going to be covered in loose screws, dusty plastic and at least three screwdrivers. It makes John want to kiss him silly.

[maerhiya]

in regards to the constant dismissal of his aroace identity, i hate it when alastor 'fans' say and use the excuse: "he's fictional, he won't get offended."

like, you're right, but it can and will offend us.

when you see yourself being represented on screen, of course you'd feel enthusiastic about it — representation allows individuals to see themselves reflected in the media they consume, validating their identities and experiences. but when so many people take that representation and decide to disregard and discard it, it is so fucking frustrating. we finally have another character to be part of the tiny amount of representation we have, but then people don't even care about how much it means to us? like yeah, alastor won't get offended because he's not real, but it frustrates and annoys us. do you realize that it's also technically invalidating the aroace community? that you're invalidating our feelings? imagine feeling like you're finally being seen because your orientation is finally being represented in media, and people just decide to blatantly ignore, discard, and invalidate it.

media has such a powerful influence on real life, representation being a prevalent factor of it. there are numerous posts that dictate how people went to watch a movie/show or read a book just because a character depicts their identity in it — obviously, being represented is an incredibly uplifting and validating experience.

which is why seeing an aroace character in a popular show is so meaningful to us because we live in a world where romance and sex are literally everywhere and prioritized above all else. (and it's pretty obvious that alastor's on the repulsed end of the spectrum, but even if he wasn't, at least make an effort to acknowledge his sexuality instead of continuing to portray him as allo; aroace folks can be in relationships but it's not going to be the same thing with allos' experiences.)

any and every representation matters, but why does that seem to stop at people under the aroace spectrum? like y'all can't even let us appreciate the scraps of representation we have. we barely have any, so are we really that dramatic for being upset at how people easily disregard and dismiss our identities that are being depicted on screen just like that? is it truly wrong of us to want to defend and maintain the little representation we have?

[livindeddreamz]

💥 💥 💥

[silvialightning]

To the people wanting to be informed about politics but are being overwhelmed with information, anxiety, stress, and uncertainty. Doom scrolling, seeing clips, trying to get the latest snip-it of what’s going on can be information overload (especially to someone newly paying attention to politics.)

I would really recommend people looking into left-leaning podcasts and political talk shows. It’s an environment where people who have like 10+ years experience can not only tell you the news, but these people also have the ability to break topics down and explain the possibilities going forward.

It can be educational. It can make certain topics easier to understand. It will be cathartic to see these people reacting to news stories. Because they can say, “this could be very bad,” then take a step back and also say, “here’s how this might be impeded,” or “here’s what people can do to prepare.” Hearing a calm response will help people not be overloaded with doomerism, and also keep people informed (and hopeful).

(My recommendation is The Majority Report with Sam Seder. On YouTube/Twitch. I think it’s a good starting point. I listen to it while I work. But try some stuff, look around for something that works for you.)

[justaz]

big fan of klance being the best of friends circa s3-beginning of s4 and then having a falling out when keith joins the blade. so during their bff phase, they are attached at the hip and spend nights together in lance’s room (its completely platonic, they swear. so what if they wake up most mornings cuddled together? as long as they shift back before the other wakes it doesn’t count). they do facemasks and paint each other’s nails and talk about life before getting abducted into space and their dreams for the life they’ll build once they get back to earth. they sneak out at night and go swimming or train or try their hand at baking with alien ingredients. sometimes they don’t really do anything and will just sit in silence together while doing other things. keith will lay on lance’s bed and read while lance sits against the wall, their legs tangled together, and sews. anyways, they’re the best of friends, lance even made them matching friendship bracelets to prove it. when they go to planets, keith will go search in the market for charms to put on their bracelets while lance goes scouting for rocks to give keith for his rock collection.

i got carried away, my actual point is this: lance has this stim where he fiddles with the bracelet on his wrist while anxious/homesick and keith has this stim where he makes a loose fist and curls his pointer finger to brush it with his thumb (this is actually canon he does it in his little video diary on youtube). they both know of each other’s stim and take note of it so they know when to intervene and either comfort them or take their mind off it or even just insert themself into whatever issue has arisen to ease their burden. keith joins the blade and they have this falling out and don’t talk for a while (months for lance, years for keith since the whole space whale business) until keith comes back to the team and all that shit goes down and they head back to earth. things are different now between them as they’ve both changed since they last saw each other and they always seem just offbeat. until a problem arises and keith notices that instead of lance going for his bracelet to fiddle with it, he makes a loose fist and rubs his pointer finger with his thumb. keith is a little surprised until he notices the cool metal between his fingers and looks down to find himself fiddling with his bracelet

[capvenus]

do you ever just feel like you've had enough of astrology. like its so accurate that it feels a bit depressing sometimes to see challenging things in natal or predictive charts that you have no control to change :/

[seventh-district]

babe wake up a new Venti-coded song just droppped

“I’m as sober as a drunk.

I’m as high as rock bottom.

Free as a man with his hands handcuffed to the bar.”

[dangaer]

happy valentines! if you don't have a valentine and are wanting one: we're now each others and im taking you out for dinner tonight at 7pm sharp.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Cyanobacteria my beloved 🖤

[josiegilmorexmariano]