#procrastination am I right??

[myshipsintheharbor]

tbb & tumblr posts

+ bonus cody:

[lifemod17]

:::)

[alicornze7]

Sequel to my first ever post on tumblr which I’m not linking cuz it’s so bad and cringe

ignore the fact that it’s march:D

it is valentines day in my heart/j

Bonus:

[evelili]

life imitates art and all that

[veinsfullofstars]

👑 Sworn Partners ⚔️ 

(ID: Kirby series fanart of King Dedede and Meta Knight being cute and in love. Top panel - bust shot of DDD scooping MK up into his arms, smooshing the flustered knight against him in a great big hug as a little flurry of hearts bursts from them. Middle panel - bust shot of DDD holding MK in his arms, gazing down at him with an easy grin as the knight pushes his mask to the top of his head, a fond smile on his face as he gazes back. Bottom panel - bust shot of DDD and MK leaning in together to meet in a kiss, eyes closed and faces flushed, the king holding his knight tighter, the knight gently cupping his king’s cheek. More little hearts hover around them, the biggest just above their heads. In all panels, DDD's crown and MK's armor are - as usual - touched with white highlights and dusted with sparkles. END ID.)

Sketch started some time early 2024, render started 03/18/24, finished 04/15/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24.

[incorrect-league-of-villains]

Tomura: Fuck off, old man.

All for One: I'm not that old. How old do you think I am?

Tomura: The last number.

[eatrockstheyrock]

Concept for all you writers out there. Wolverines (the animal) naturally secrete a foul smelling oder from their anal glands when provoked or frightened, now imagine Logan comes home to live with Wade and he absolutely stinks. Like seriously, not even the fanciest of soaps keep the smell away for long. And then all of a sudden, one day after a few months of living together the smell suddenly goes away. Wade doesn’t know why but yippee I guess, no more stink, and then one day he does Google it to figure out what that smell was and realises the smell stopped because Logan finally felt fully comfortable living with Wade.

And maybe he makes fun of him a little bit or he never tells anyone and uses the smell to gauge Logan’s actual emotions.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hello! I loved the ghost girls from the comic you drew... a while ago and finally decided that if I don't draw them now, I'll never have time to do it. So. Here they are

Also thank you for your continuous propaganda of tiger tiger!!! I finally sat down to read it yesterday (the tab has been open for weeks? months???) and this was the best way to procrastinate uni homework, I don't even feel guilty. You have great taste

GHOULS NIGHT!!! They look amazing!

[spoopieere]

Idea: Asa wanted to set up traps at a gay bar but got distracted by the *gay* part in "Gay bar" instead.

[soundleer]

Can. Can I. Can I pretty please request smth of Simon cus I've only seen his jellybean design and he already looks so cool wit them cyan colors I'm. AUGGGG screams in Simon fangirl😭🙏 /nf /lh

wheehee i was feeling in a mood to draw him so here's a simple simon drawing hyee!!

lemon boiii :33

[erinwantstowrite]

Erin HELP. How do you get out of writer’s block. Please. I’m stuck and I have NO idea how to continue on and I’ve already rewritten said scene twice 😭😭

i have to break it to you now... writer's block is a bit of a misnomer. instead of a writer's block (or art!!) i would call it a "writer shift" or "level up," when you feel like everything you're writing is terrible, it's because you're growing as an artist! you're just seeing your art with a more critical eye, learning and adjusting. which i can probably get to another time because that's not what you asked

so!!! what is probably happening is that you don't like your outline as much as you think you do. this happens to me ALL the time. i go into a chapter thinking that i've got everything i want all set up and then i'm surprised when i procrastinate or i rewrite it several times (my record is 8 times). a good 86% of the time i end up changing my outline and trying again and it goes much better for me

if that isn't what's happening or you just REALLY like your outline, there might be another problem and here's some ideas:

go back and read your set up to that scene. you might not have given it a proper introduction/natural progression into what comes next, or you might be forgetting something

try drawing out a map of your setting and imagine your characters walking around it. there might be some white room action happening and it's bothering you

it could be something about your dialogue! try acting out your dialogue in a one person play and see if it feels natural for you to say (as in like, technicality. if you can't literally say the words then it might be hard for your reader to read) and if it feels like something your character would say

[aromantic-academic]

Me: wow I sure do love academia and learning about all the wonders life has to offer!

Me the second I have to research a topic I am not interested in: life is meaningless. I should drop out and go live in the woods.

[ireadwithmyears]

Hey not to sound desperate or anything but can someone please tell me that they’re proud of me for applying to college?? I’ve literally been putting it off for months 😟 and I finally did it this morning🙌

[dreamingonmyown]

Watching the s2 finale again and want NEED to talk about how the final episode has multiple angsty vi parallels to s1e3 (aka the worst day of vi's life)

Her face when she sees the shimmer injected soldiers and that blonde freak 

(I'll put bigger spoilers below and also so this isn't too long)

Then she is pinned down and forced to look at a friend dead (Loris and Mylo/Claggor), who btw also probably reminded her of Vander

and then her sister is about to die and her not being able to do anything about it despite trying her hardest

anyways....

also sorry that some of the photos are bad quality, some of them I had to take of my computer screen on my iPhone because I wanted very specific frames that fancaps didn't have

[1650-1793-1941]

Aziraphale had always been able to feel when a place was loved. As an angel, love was very much in his remit. Often it was just a sense of warmth in a local coffee shop, or the infusion of countless weddings into the stone walls of a church keeping damp at bay. Tadfield had been a special case, Adam’s love for the place multiplying the feeling to almost unfathomable levels, but every close-knit village across the country hummed with a similar, albeit it far subtler, joy.

It was therefore not particularly strange to settle into the Bentley, reading himself for the drive to Edinburgh, and feel a wave of love from the vehicle. Crowley had loved the car for ninety years. That kind of attachment couldn’t possibly not leave a mark. Usually when Aziraphale was in the Bentley, he was sitting beside Crowley, whose terrible emotion processing skills worked hard to suppress the feelings, but now Aziraphale was alone he could tell the car was so clearly cherished. He couldn’t help but smile, running his hands over the leather of the steering wheel to reassure the car that he’d take good care of it, because it clearly mattered to Crowley so deeply.

It was thirty miles out of London that Aziraphale started to become aware that there was something slightly different about the love infused into the Bentley. Usually it went one way, a place was loved but it couldn’t really love back. The car, however, seemed almost fond of him. It played classical musical when Aziraphale asked it nicely, the horn honked merrily rather than with the aggression Crowley usually forced from it on the rare occasions he thought it worth using at all. The travel sweets and the new yellow detailing, the comfortable and warm leather seats, the safe driving speed – Aziraphale could feel the Bentley desperate to please him.

It was only after Crowley checked in through the radio that Aziraphale realised what was going on. It seemed mad to even think it, but it was the only logical answer. Crowley’s love, not just for the Bentley but for Aziraphale specifically, was laced into the fabric of the car, so strongly it was echoing back. He would never have believed it, but the same feeling he got from the car was threaded under Crowley’s words. He might have complained about the yellow paint and the travel sweets, but really he was checking in to make sure Aziraphale was alright. After millennia of existing together, Aziraphale had learnt to read between the lines. So when Crowley asked him to drive faster, he knew that didn’t mean put yourself in danger to get my car back to me quicker, it meant get yourself back to me as fast as possible, because I feel better when I know you’re safe. Aziraphale knew better than to point it out, but he also wasn’t going to protest – he loved a good caper, but he knew he’d also feel better when he was back at the bookshop. Back with Crowley.

[slozhnos]

okay so jeremy’s concert on wednesday.

he started it by singing ‘broadway here i come’ and joking about how the show got cancelled right as he joined.

he then sang ‘moving too fast’ and mentioned the first time he sang it in a concert was not long before the movie came out, and some people in the audience were there at that concert. he said that concert was the first time anyone else heard him sing it outside of ithaca’s practice rooms and his kitchen.

after that he sang a bonnie and clyde medley while wearing the clyde hat from broadway. it was thrown to him, he caught it. he tried to tuck a rose from the vase on the piano into ben’s blazer pocket.

after that, there was the first ✨hair check✨ bc apparently the night before his hair got messed up from the hats.

he sang ‘for her’ which was beautiful and i loved it so much, he talked about how much he was going to miss the cast and the backstage pranks.