#once my laptop is charged

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[gayfour]

im normal about this guy (lying)

[crazylittlejester]

💛 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome!!! 💛

(also just checking but did you see the thing I for doodled you of War smacking face first into the ice?)

MWAH you’re awesome too :3 💙💙💙

(yes i did!! tumblr is just being fucking evil and making me answer some asks on my laptop so i have a Bunch I can’t answer from my phone and thats so evil and fucked. but i did see it!! and i love it so much, i put it in my “to print” folder because its going on my wall >:))

[ssruis]

Going through a straight up comical amount of irritating situations to get the stupid 4* guaranteed ticket from the welcome to sekai campaign. It Will Be Mine.

[primordial0riginator]

14 hours with NO POWWERRRRRR

[carbonateds-oda]

yall im on the fucking puter man this feels so weird

[mashmouths]

@ god if you don't want me to kill myself turn my power back on i am NOT playing

[dove-da-birb]

*sighs*

Can't go to karaoke tonight :(

[wolkewatcher]

anyways i finally hv a new usb cable for my tab so i dont hv to depend on my mother for a charger so i can use my tab as freely as i want yipee!

[hurricanek8art]

So! Update on my SWTOR woes! I figure putting it in the main tag makes it so everyone that helped me sees it. Thank you everyone for your advice! I was so nervous about asking and you guys are so cool!

I'm planning on just doing Voss and Corellia for now to keep from burning out! This is like attempt three at me making a Jedi Knight because I wanted her to be my Outlander and then I'd freeze up and panic because I wanted it to be "perfect" but y'know what? Perfect's overrated anyway, this is supposed to be fun! I'll keep the other planetary storylines on the backburner in case I need to level up any further, but since I hit level 50 before I was out of chapter one and I thiiiink I hit 54 last night finishing Maelstrom Prison, I don't think I need to worry about my level being too low for a while. 🤣🤣🤣

(side note—thank you so much @greyias I GOT THE STUPID WHATSHISFACE COLONEL GUY WITH THE EYEBEAMS FINALLY 🤣 I do not know why I didn't think of using those crates as a shield before, I am so dumb :P)

You guys were so helpful and nice and I don't know what else to say I'm so bad at this 🥴🤣 but thank you! All of this actually helped me work up the courage to maaaaaaybe share my stuff? At least screenshots and backstory rambles because I have to share it somehow. I can only yammer my brother's ear off about it for so long, and he's the only other person I know IRL that's as into all this as me, so y'know. 🤣 I might make a masterpost to introduce everyone but I gotta gather up all my screenshots first and I'm kinda meh about getting good ones, so :P we'll see. And condense about two and a half/three-ish years of my brain hurtling backstories at me faster than I can write when I'm supposed to be writing other stuff into readable paragraphs. Uh... yeah, maybe don't expect it too soon. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I'm queuing this for tomorrow because I only got the chance to actually sit down and write this at midnight here, it's been crazy. Thank you again, everyone! I'm so bad at social stuff I don't know what else to say but thanks!

I don't know how to end this, so uh... Here! Unnecessarily adding all my Republic side characters in because I love them and I constantly want to infodump when it's not the time or place! 🤣

Aja Verdona, my Jedi Knight; Reilly Hawkins, my Smuggler; Ataraxia Kestis, my Consular (and my smuggler's twin sister); and Ijaaka Ordo, my Trooper. They have permanently rewired parts of my brain and I love them all dearly even though I accidentally play favorites with Aja. 🥴

[amplexadversary]

That's a modern version of his stint taking selfies for the newspaper, I like it.

I have a couple

- Victim of patent theft due to his spectacular spider-luck (as an answer to the ''tech CEO'' hc)

- Runs/works for a barely-getting-by tech repair service (particularly for devices that are designed to be hard to maintain/repair/modify.)

im only saying this once

the only acceptable jobs for spider-man

broke high schooler

broke college student

freelance photographer

high school teacher

unpaid intern

pizza delivery guy

research assistant for doomed scientific project

guy who stands on street and spins sign for quiznos

being spider-man

and thats IT i dont want any of this “hes a genius tech ceo making millions” SHIT. Spider-man is BROKE and he missed rent this month and he has a tiny apartment and thats how its MEANT TO BE. he doesnt make money because he is our Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-man and not fucking Tony Stark.

[oops-ibrokereality]

Ipad's dead. Time to relearn traditional art feat. My Veil Jumper Rook

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Why is pulling an all dayer harder than pulling an all nighter

[switchbladedreamz]

where the fuck are my drafts on this thing??

[dengswei]

i got a new phone and i'm trying so hard to not overcharge it (because that's defintiely what i did with all my older phones)

[billysgirllol]

after more scream-laughing and pleading, thinking he's going to toss her in the shallow end of the lake he finally puts her down and somewhere in the midst of turning around and checking her surroundings her face hardened. that wasn't joe coming to join them, that was... freakin' billy? river's went off, unnoticed the way branches were breaking behind them a second ago and proceeded to go sit by the bed of flowers to pick a few of them. all the life drained from her face because what the hell was he doing here? he never showed up for any birthday's before? he heartlessly never cared at all for his little brother since the day he left five years ago. and what was he wearing? he looked unrecognizable. he's that full of himself, he'd wear something like that to joe's birthday? like he just stepped off a red carpet? it is like a full blown stranger stalking. especially when thinking of her own outfit, a deep purple skirt with a belt, a white tank top and a pair of brown cowboy boots with purple gems decorating them. and then river's... jeans, a green short sleeve that makes his lime green eyes pop, jean jacket and a pair of tan boots underneath his dirt stained jeans. which is way more appropriate for where they live and cuter in her opinion, but billy made her feel out of place with just that alone. billy looked like someone who was letting fame go to his head and it created even less desire to go up and talk to him, even if she waved at him to let him know he wasn't getting by without being spotted.

"hidy, stranger." the brunette promptly turns, skirt spinning with the movement before walking over to where river sat in the bed of flowers. the irony of him being a true stranger as she placed river's hat back on top of his head, sitting down in front of him while he looked over to see who she was talking to. "who is that?" he questioned in a quiet voice, green hues flickering back on lucy gray. "that's you know who." lucy gray softly replied back and then river slowly nodded since he didn't want to show too much emotion, deciding he'll bring him up later and then she changes the subject to asking what he's doing with the flowers in his hands to he replies with 'making one of those flower crown things you make all the time' which has her softly laughing, smiling affectionately as her hands reach over to reposition his fingers for him and direct him how to thread the stems together.

standing outside the barn, leaning against the nearby fence, billy sticks his hands into the pockets of his dress pants and contemplates for a moment. he’s returned to his hometown after being gone for five long years (no phone calls, no stopping by for holidays, not even a postcard) and a very arrogant part of him has been hoping, expecting everything to remain the same as it was on the day he packed up his bags and left. frozen in time. instead the opposite has happened — everyone’s moved on, carried on without him. he’s struck by a deep sense of alienation and even a hint of regret (like he shouldn’t have come here at all), finally realizing that there’s no way he’ll be able to simply pick up right where he left off. the places are familiar, but the faces have changed and many hold a personal grudge against him. after all, the whole town knows that joe’s been living at mrs. baird’s, his stepfather’s still drinking heavily and spending his weekly paychecks at the brothel two towns over, and people don’t like billy’s selfish attitude one bit. not many can sympathize with him, figuring he should have at least come visit once in a blue moon, and so there’s really no one at the birthday party with whom he could just spark up a fun conversation. his own brother doesn’t want to talk to him, so what does he expect from virtual strangers?

and then, suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere, just as he’s about to climb into his range rover, a familiar sound draws his attention. lucy gray. he’d recognize this laugh anywhere. it sends a chill down his spine. they must have missed each other at the party. he glances toward the nearby trees, thinking he knows exactly where the sweet sound is coming from — their spot. part of him is dreading the moment he lays eyes on her, but then a different part feels a strange kind of pulling. enchanted, he moves toward the forest, the deep, blue lake hidden just past the tree line, the old cabin where they’d hide from rain and thunderstorms. his glittery dress pants and elegant shoes weren’t necessarily made for long walks through woods, but he doesn’t really care, he just wants to say hello. look at her again, talk to her, see what she’s up to these days. he’s halfway through, stepping over brambles and blackberry bushes, cursing quietly as they scratch the fabric of his pants. it ends up ripping, both his pants and the vines give way at the same time, and makes him miss new york… the white tank top that he’s wearing is great, lets his skin breathe in this sweltering heat, but also leaves his arms completely exposed to bug bites and tree branches. he hates this place. hates the judgmental people. doesn’t really hate his ungrateful little brother but… ugh. fuck them all. he’s just going to say hi to lucy gray and be on his merry way. they don’t want him here anyway.

he manages to make it through the woods, finding the dirt path that leads up to the cabin only to realize… is that a male voice that he’s hearing? it’s not billy taupe, but it sounds strangely familiar while also being so completely foreign. he must have met this man before, but — it hits him like a freight train. pale blue eyes flickering down, finding the old dock and the lonely boat, and… lucy gray with another man. jealousy pricks his heart against all rationality, deep down knowing that she’s no longer his girl, hasn’t been his in five years. besides, he’s not in love with her. why would he care if she’s replaced him, too? still, he feels an overwhelming sense of loss. it’s like going back to virginia. the sight of her so carefree, with someone else taking his place, brings a sharp, bitter sting of sadness while simultaneously filling him with rage. is he so easily replaceable? really? it’s their spot. their secret place. and this man… he’s nothing like billy taupe. he’s just like… what the fuck? there’s so many places that they could go to. why would she take him to their spot?