#not sure it worked haha

[plumadot]

secrets to keep. to take. to never return

(foolish elf)

[rendevok]

Act II ~ The Challenge

A tapestry for chapter 2 of Let No One Sleep by @azalawa-scroggs on ao3

[aterfish]

Show me how to be whole again

[erabu-san]

He didn't want to remember.

[inkskinned]

100,000 dollars is not a lot of money.

it is also a lot more money than i will ever have. my student loans make up half of that - they're coming back, i'm told, like we all bounced back recently. the other day while paying for gas to go to work, i overdrew my account without knowing it.

i sat in the car and looked at the charge and tried to do the math. where the fuck is the money even going? i don't live extravagantly. i live in a hole in the ground, in an apartment the size of a sneeze; covered in ants. yes, i wanted to live close to a population center. maybe that's my fault. i've downloaded the apps and i've spoken to the experts and i've cut back on excess. i can't help the pharmacy bills or the medical debt.

i have a good, well-paying job. when i googled it to see if i was getting a fair salary, i found out i'd be making "upper middle class" money. which doesn't make sense - is "upper middle class" now just "able to afford a one-bedroom without a roommate". when i was younger, upper-middle meant a nice big house and a backyard and vacations and not flinching about eating at a resturant.

i was talking to my friend who is a realtor. he said 100,000 dollars is extremely cheap for housing. he's not wrong. 100,000 dollars would change my life. 100,000 dollars also won't really buy you anything. it could get you out of debt, potentially, if you were lucky and had a certain amount of scholarships to tack onto your degree. you could pay off the car and then have enough left over for "spending" money. how fucking amazing. one vacation, maybe two if you're thrifty. and then - like magic - the money would evaporate into nothing. people would sigh and tell you see, you should have put it into savings! like "upper middle class" people can't afford to value "actually living" over squirrelling wealth. you should spend your life only in scarcity. like that is what made the rich people all their real "actually a lot of money".

100,000 dollars would literally set me free. it also would just set me back to "earning normally" instead of paying down debt into infinity. god, do you know how many of us just want that? that our first thought is we could stop scrambling and just be free of debt if we won the lottery? that we don't even necessarily need to stop working - we just wouldn't have to worry about failing or falling?

and. at the same time. 100,000 dollars is next to fucking nothing.

[tsuyonpuu]

I've been working on a LOTR Themed Deskmat!! Coming Nov. 17th 👀

[ganondoodle]

Empress and her Bodyguard (2)

(OCs, Zaphira she/her, Shargon he/they)

(close up)

[vaguely-concerned]

the mourn watch background gives you such a GIFT in having other characters notice and call out on-screen that rook code switches like a motherfucker. the whiplash of hearing my snarky 'heeey I'm just a little guy! :>' funnyman rook speak the heightened ritualized phrases of the mourn watch with perfect seriousness and gravity completely naturally and/or break into an academic tone that can keep up with emmrich at the drop of a hat never stops giving me such endless delight. truly their real mind is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside some hideous mourn watch casual wear

[keferon]

Isn’t Vortex a fucking torture freak tho? 👀👀👀

Yep. He is. He is a lot of things actually. The more you learn about him the more fucked up it gets

[soosoosoup]

He's got a lot of hug times to catch up on.

In case you wanna see w/o background :)

[skizabaa]

Magma Doodles of Ghost in the Machine! AU by the wonderful @venomous-qwille <3

[aro-arttorneys]

Happy "it wasn't christmas yet!" to those who celebrate 🥳

[blgls]

Do you come here often?

[tartagliove]

Tartaglia working out with Reader who is not as fond of exercise as he is looks a little like...

Glaring up at him as he pushes down on your shoulders to make sure you squat down far enough. Your thighs are burning. You want to stand up, but he doesn't let you until you hold the squat for five seconds.

“Screw you, Tartaglia,” you snarl at him after you straighten up.

He just flashes you a cheeky smile. “Five more left.”

You scowl at him but start the next squat anyway, making sure to bend enough. He lets go of your shoulder and circles around behind you as you do another.

The next time you sink down into the squat, warm hands wrap around your waist and slide down to your hips as he mirrors your squat. Tartaglia applies pressure, firmly weighing you down so you keep the right position. When he lets you up, his hands travel with you, sliding back up to your waist, his thumb slipping under your shirt to rub circles across your skin. You shiver.

“Two more. C'mon, I know you have them in you. Make them good.”

You groan at him in protest but squat once more with his hands holding down your hips. Then as you sink into your final squat, he lets go to circle around and stand in front of you. His blue eyes track your every movement as you complete the squat on your own, straightening up with an exhale—just to end up chest to chest with him. “Good job,” he croons, taking in the way you pant for breath and your legs tremble from the exercise.

A whine escapes your lips. “Can I be done now?”

“With squats? Yes.”

You sigh in relief and take a wobbly step back from Tartaglia.

He closes the distance, refusing to let you retreat. “Ah, not so fast. You have weights to do. Time to work on these arms!”

You cross aforementioned arms defensively, glare returning instantly. “I hate you.”

“You love me,” he fires back.

“You’re delusional.”

“And you’re going to complete this workout your boyfriend prepared so he can cook dinner as you take a nice, hot shower.”

That does sound nice, even though you know you’re in for at least another half hour of pain. “Pasta?”

“And garlic bread.”

“Fine. I’ll finish your stupid workout.”

You press a quick kiss to his lips. The fond look that appears on his face makes you turn on your heel and stalk off toward the rack of weights, leaving him before he realizes you aren’t too upset about exercising with him after all.

[monstermonger]

Aaa... it's been a while since I talked about The Messenger.... this funny little comic I was working on...

For those curious, I'll have something written up tomorrow about what's up and my finalized plans for it :") I hope you'll like the direction I take.

[totally-not-spani]

it is them. it is their meme

(pretty sure this one was already made by someone but uhhh!!!)