#now it’s just a normal wednesday

[sob-dylan]

i just got this fucking sick, refurbished bose cd player/radio that got discontinued in 2017 and in just one day it has changed the course of my entire life. i can listen my cds and the radio in my apartment! just like in the days of my youth! my compact discs and and all the radio stations that i love have been liberated from the prison that was my car! they have come home! they have come home!

[noagskryf]

Me: hello teacher, can i confirm that the exam is DEFINITELY on thursday

Teacher: hello Noag, yes, the exam is DEFINITELY on thursday

Me: great, thanks!

*2 hours later*

Teacher: the exam is on friday

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @greypetrel @layalu @daggerbean and @zenstrike (Zen, I've decided I'm just going to post all fic things on this blog from now on, but I will post something that isn't Dragon Age c:)

Tagging @ndostairlyrium @heniareth @pinayelf @buchimgay @brother-genitivi @jtownnn @dreadfutures @inquisimer

I don't have a picture right now, but I've gotten the first two rows of purple onto the Leliana scarf and I'm really pleased with how the color looks so far! It's been really nice to do something with my hands in the evening, especially since I got hooked on a DND show I can watch at the same time.

Here are a snippet from some Mass Effect fic I'm still playing around with, then a bit from a BG piece I've been working on the last month or so.

From "Sure As Night," a ME WIP (535 Words):

The hum of the elevator to Shepard’s cabin had become familiar and comforting, in an odd way. 

The rest of the ship sounded just slightly off to Garrus. It’d taken plenty of hits after they’d gone through the relay, had almost certainly taken some damage from that final blast. The Normandy wasn’t actively falling apart or neither of them would be up here, but the sound of the engine was just one more thing that was…off. Or maybe Garrus was just hearing things. Wouldn’t be the first time in the past few months. 

But her elevator sounded exactly the same as always. It was…nice, for one thing to stay the same.

“Shepard?” he called. After a moment, the door unlocked and slid open. 

It was not immediately apparent where she was when he stepped inside. Garrus glanced at the trail of water on the floor and followed it to the couch in the next room (top notch detective skills there; wouldn’t his father be proud of him now?). He saw Shepard as soon as he walked down the stairs, sprawled over the couch with her feet braced on the bulkhead. Her hair was tousled and darker than usual, water droplets clung to her exposed shoulders, and the rest of her torso was wrapped in a towel. 

“Hey there,” she said, and Garrus blinked down at her. 

“And here I was coming in to give a formal report,” he said drily. She grimaced and pushed herself up, raking her hair away from her face. 

“Tell me that’s a joke,” she said. “Don’t think I can handle another emergency right now.”

She could, of course. They both knew that if there had been an emergency, she’d bolt out of here as quickly as she could and handle it. It’s who she was, after all. 

“You ask the engineers, it’s all an emergency,” he told her. “But I think they’ll hang on for a little longer or Ken would be talking less.”

Shepard snorted and shifted aside, glancing at the open space beside her. 

Well. He could take a hint. He just hoped she wasn’t about to tell him that last night had been a mistake. He’d been thinking about it plenty since then and he’d reached an entirely different conclusion. Racing through destruction with the expectation of certain death could do that to a person. 

Garrus passed the last step and settled beside her as best he could. He still wasn’t used to the human preoccupation with these squishy pieces of furniture. Didn’t they ever get stuck? He always felt like he’d sink all the way to the floor if he sat back too far. He considered telling her this to break the tension and discarded the idea immediately. He could definitely manage better than that.

“How’s the arm?” she asked him, nudging the arm in question. Garrus shrugged and rolled his shoulder experimentally. After taking a rocket to the face, he’d found that his scale for pain was kind of shot. He hadn’t even realized there was something wrong with it before Chakwas had insisted on scanning him. 

“I’ve had worse,” he told her, and she snorted. 

“Tough guy, huh?” she asked. 

“Something like that,” he paused. “And you? You took a few shots yourself.”

“I’ll survive,” Shepard said, looking at him sidelong, and smiled.

And (with a very different tone!) from a piece I am working on for Tav (234 Words):

Hope; a curious thing. She had been bereft of it for so long that its touch burned her then. 

“Be welcomed, faithful paladin,” Lathander had said. “Be free of the bonds that held you. ”

“My Lord, I will serve you for all my days,” she had told him, and only knew that she was weeping when the droplets struck the hands she’d clenched below.. 

She had never been touched like this. Nobody had ever been touched like this, she was certain of that. 

“You are mine now. The past is done,” he said. “Name yourself to me, Oathsworn.”

Octavia fell away, dead at last and free to rest. The woman she left behind took a deep breath. She had been a child once, and loved. Her family—her family had called her a silly nickname, coined by a brother with too few teeth to say her real one properly. She had left them behind too young, had left behind any hope of belonging somewhere at the same time. 

But—she belonged here now. She belonged to Lathander, as she had once belonged to her family. 

“Tavitha Hallowthorn,” she whispered. “I am Tavitha.” 

“Tavitha,” the god said, already dissipating into countless flecks of light, each of them composed of all the shades of every perfect sunrise. “Be welcome.”

Octavia was dead. Tavitha bowed her head before her god and knew herself for the first time in a very, very long time.

[hythlodaes]

wip wednesday

i was tagged by @coldshrugs and @lavampira ty both <33 i think mostly everyone's been tagged but feel free to tag me in your wips!! here's more emileo :o)

It might be the way Emile watches him, something soft but distant in his gaze. The hovering candlelight paints gold over the shadows of his face, and Leofard can't help but push his hair back from his forehead, fingertips lingering against his brow before they draw down along his cheek, freckles echoing beneath his touch in tiny constellations made of warmth and light.

"I like your nose," he murmurs absently, and he moves to touch the bump on his bridge, smiling at the way Emile's eyes crinkle in response.

"Why?" Emile asks. "'Tis crooked."

"Don't get modest on me now, hero," he returns. His hand traces lower, thumb brushing along his lower lip, and time slows as Emile parts his mouth, brown eyes now wide and fixed on him. Blood rushes through Leofard's ears, his voice breathless as he says, "I have impeccable taste."

[3-aem]

Since the leaks came out on Wednesday literally my first thought was omg how will 3-aem cope with this but I am too awkward and shy to reach out cause you're kind of my favorite artist of all time but after being crushed yet AGAIN today I have to ask: how are you? 🥲

I’m actually so touched that some of you thought of ME??? when the news broke- I’m 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

but rn i’m just confused??? bc initially i thought it was, for lack of a better term, a pretty epic end to his character. but now i kinda just want him back and am questioning why did we bring gojo back just to off him immediately after��� idk i hope gege has a plan outside of generating mass hysteria.

TLDR we should all vote for gojo in the next character poll.

[iero]

Had a panic attack that literally woke me up in the middle of the night last night and lasted until the early morning and let me tell you, that shit is TERRIFYING. Needless to say, I think I'm ready to go back to work.

[daily-oliver-swift]

With taking a break from drawing Oliver everyday and all I think I might continue on my cosplay of him tomorrow because Ive been seriously putting it off and I have Saturday and Sunday off work

[truethes]

watched some of the available scenes on youtube but honestly forgot how often people commented to ku.ro about how 'normal' mahi.ru was for an eve which, at the beginning is rather easy to relate to mahi.ru's simple outlook of life but also equivalates to how, before this, ku.ros life has always been alongside other supernatural beings.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333

[bookinit02]

mildly pissed at the world today

[toytulini]

broke one of my filters last night due to Stupid, but i think i salvaged most of the media worth saving, got them all clean, the fish were Eating Actively last night, and i added meds

[autism-disco]

maybe i’m just like sick and twisted and evil but actually the best part of so many songs (specifically thinking about songs in musicals here) is when they repeat a word or phrase in agony and feelings and . it does something to me idk

[loumauve]

meant to leave work early bc first day back post being on sick leave for a week.. instead ended up staying an hour late AGAIN when I already have too many hours built up, bc there were a bunch of accounts that needed to be set up for folks starting work tomorrow

which.. obviously no one had done while I was absent, amazing. my filter list went from 34 tickets (which I've been keeping it steady at) to 60 in a week and most of the entries are way behind schedule already, jfc you'd think none of the people actually employed to do this shit are doing anything at all, so it all just lays dormant until I get around to it

it's gonna suck for folks when I'm gone for exam prep for a month and half in a few weeks... urgh

[alligaytorswamp]

spine issues

[hongjoongpresent]

Honestly I feel so empty inside I'm trying to fake excitement for things I would usually feel genuine excitement about. I really thought I was more okay than I actually am

[milkwands]

why did i think having a crush again would be fun