#screw my computer

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Icarus but not at all, you know what i'm saying? Does that make any sense? Do you see him? Take my hand, we're watching him fall.

Also a bonus little alternate that I drew first but wasn't satisfied with the emotional choices at ALL. and an alt color of that lol cause you know i'm gonna abuse the hell outta that green color as much as possible lol

[helloyellowsunflower]

*.·:·.☽✧🕸🗲𝕊𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕜 𝕩 𝕊𝕜𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤🗲🕸✧☾.·:·.*

!!Spoilers for: lost in the book with tim burton's the nightmare before christmas!!

Their dynamic

Both are very passionate people, being a bit (a lot) loud and dramatic.

They are both very devoted to their interests, something that has alienated them from others, so they can understand each other in that area.

Quiet weirdo (kinda) x loud weirdo.

Trouble in paradise (not) + Confessing

The only people qualified to give relationship advice are Jack and Sally, and they are how they are so you can expect the kind of presents Skully is going to give the other boy.

As expected, Sebek is considerably weirded out by Skully giving him shrunken heads or a jar full of eyes; and let's be honest, Skully doesn't really know what he's doing, but if Mr. Jack tells him to do it, he will.

Sebek, on his end, doesn't really want to acknowledge his feelings for the other boy, as he still has a hard time letting go of his prejudices against non-fae people.

Idia has called him out on his tsundere behaviour 1000 times and has been yelled at in response about 1000 times as well.

Fighting against Skully? More like marriage trouble arc.

Poor man looks like a raisin after the fight because of how much he cries.

When trying to lift his spirits after the fight Sebek accidentally confesses his feelings.

The silence following that moment is deafening.

And then Skully breaks down sobbing.

He is so confused. How can someone as noble as Sebek like him? How can he accept this confession? He had already assumed that his feelings were not reciprocated???

Everyone thought they wouldn't get together bc how dense they are

They made bets

Jade won, of course because he knows everything (he spied them)

Kissing

Both want to kiss the other one (on the lips) but feel incredibly awkward and shy, so they stick at hand holding or cheek kisses.

When Skully finally musters up the courage to ask Sebek if he can kiss him the other nods so frantically it looks as if his head is about to fall off.

The first tries suck, which is to be expected since they have 0 experience.

When they get how to do it properly (without scrunching their faces like a cat who ate a lemon) they won't stop.

Lots of short kisses and pecking on the lips and cheeks

And hand kissing on Skully's end, obviously. He loves his knight's broad callouse hands, loves how they fit his slender (slightly dry) ones.

Sebek loves staring at his lover's eyes, loves how bright they are, resembling sparks of magic, and loves his fluffy hair (though he'll never admit that last one).

[sakura-chandaneko]

Guys.. I think I might be in cahoots with a computer </3

[apologetic-artist]

Nobody could make me hate you, Colin dhmis :]

(Close-ups under cut)

I like how on the tiny drawing it looks like he's walking on the path hehe X3

[greetingsfromuranus]

Shrine is going to be EPIC!!!

Still need to add friends to the friend section (where the yellow paper is)

All the art (excluding the random paper cutouts) is by @raveneesimo !! Thank you very much!!!

[quicksilversquared]

So the "down" arrow hasn't worked on my computer since September, but I've been too busy to be able to spare my computer for several days while being fixed, so I've just been working around it. Until this morning, when I discovered that the program that I now need to use for my research (....because the old version of it relies on a program that's been discontinued) requires that I scroll through options with the arrow keys, and I can't just scroll up and loop around. Which... is lovely.

My advisor's solution, while I'm trying to find a place that will do a fast repair: connect an extra keyboard to my laptop. Pretty sure I can hear my remote sensing prof (who has already criticized my laptop for being old, my external hard drive for being outdated and slow technology, and my mouse for randomly turning off) screaming in the distance.

[sn0tcl0wn]

Pray to the divinity, the keeper of the key. One day everyone will believe.

[debeste-prosecutor]

Very self-indulgent Raphael (Rhythm Thief) stimboard!

All images from Pinterest ^^. I love Rhythm Thief! I'm on chapter 8.

[gumpistol]

     ❝ man, Shanks is old. ❞

[sadiecoocoo]

Guys… I have to go back to school… in twelve hours

[darkpitlesbian]

bedman.EXE

i love giving him bed traits 👍

[philcoulsonismyhero]

I keep getting rejected from conventions that I've been doing for multiple years this year and I heard on Friday that I didn't get Scotland Comic Con, which I've relied on for the last two years to be able to pay my fucking rent over the winter when there's no events, and it makes me want to scream because what the fuck am I supposed to do about it?? I'm making new stuff reasonably regularly, I make really good sales when I get into cons, I go out of my way to be reliable and show up on time and do everything they want exhibitors to do, and it's just flat rejection after flat rejection, sometimes without even the courtesy of a spot on a waiting list or a cursory 'sorry, we got a lot of applicants and we've got limited space'.

I don't know what I'm doing wrong, I don't think I even am doing anything wrong, I'm just getting repeatedly fucked over by event organisers who just see me as a way of increasing their own ticket sales rather than a human being trying to make a living.

And, like, part of me gets that I've been doing this for a while and folks who are new to it deserve a chance to get a foot in the door, but my ability to be charitable runs out when the biggest convention in the country decides no, we don't have enough room in our fuck-off huge venue for everyone so bye, fuck you, that ~15% of your yearly income that you rely on making at this con is just going up in smoke.

I like doing conventions, I'm good at it and it's fun, but it's getting Really Fucking Stressful to have my ability to eat and pay bills decided increasingly arbitrarily by the same five events companies who don't seem to give the slightest shit about anyone.

And I don't know what to do about it because the reason I'm doing this is because I'm too fucking autistic to get a real job, and I got kicked to the kerb by the benefits lot a few years ago because that system's fucking broken too, and the more effort I put in the less work I seem to actually get and frankly I want to fucking break something

[totallyawesome123]

tumblr people would never lie to me dearest tumblr people I need a new laptop- for casual use. I don't play a bunch of video games- I do want the *ability* to play a few, but I'm not looking for some high performance whatever for that- but still mine has gotten so slow using my browser is a pain. Thats probably my fault in no small part (this machine is an animal and I am NOT making sure it gets the proper exercise or nutrition) buuuut as far as I can tell theres no malware and I just cant find whats making it run so slow. But also its missing its fucking spine (someone help this baby its missing multiple keys and some of its casing and the cd player is hanging on by a thread)

help me computer side of tumbl

[theladycarpathia]

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below

Prompt: Microwave Dinner

Billy doesn’t even hear Max until the microwave dings.

“You’re going to burn it,” she grumbles, as she waits for him to pull the crappy microwave dinner out. Billy bites back a curse as the steam singes his fingers.

“It might improve it,” Billy mutters, because the charcoal might actually add some flavor to the mounds of dry potato, carrots and turkey. That was all Neil and Susan had left behind in the fridge for them and Billy wasn’t about to waste his limited funds on grocery shopping.

He waits for it to cool before he tugs off the film and hands it to her. She doesn’t wait for him before she bolts back into the living room and whatever show she’s chosen.

Of course not.

He shoves in the second tinfoil tray in the microwave and puts in the allotted time. While it spins slowly on the plate he leans against the kitchen counter, ignoring the faint sounds of Max turning the TV volume up too high. It would be fine if her choice of entertainment weren’t such trash.

He didn’t know exactly what he was expecting but it wasn’t this.

The microwave dings again and he yanks open the door, tugging the tray out onto the counter and staring at the bland dinner that is apparently all his eighteenth birthday is worth.

He hadn’t expected a lot. But Neil and his stepmother vanished out of the door, leaving him with a microwave dinner and babysitting duties wasn’t it.

Even Max has barely acknowledged the date, instead piling into the Camaro after school, flushed and ten minutes late after the bell. There was a vaguely shifty expression on her face when he’d asked why she wasn’t on time, a defensiveness in the way she’d hauled her skateboard onto her lap. Billy figured she’d just been caught up with that boy and let it go.

At least someone has friends who care.

He grabs a fork and follows Max into the living room. She’s curled up on the couch, legs tucked up underneath her. Her red hair is twisted into two thick plaits and that alone probably says something about how much she’s grown. When she was little, she never used to bother, keeping her long red hair loose around her face. But these days, she wears cute t-shirts, twists her hair into little knots, keeps a lip gloss on her bedside table. 

“Slow down,” he mutters, carefully juggling the hot tray while he peels off the film. Max barely blinks as she shoves dry mashed potato into her mouth.

“It’s fine,” Max says, licking her lip.

“Fine, choke, see if I care,” Billy says flatly and Max smirks.

“You wish,” she retorts. She chews furiously on her last carrot and stands up, empty tray in her hands. “Can I go? I’ve got homework. Here, you can have this.” She doesn’t even wait for an answer, instead chucking the remote control down next to Billy. Billy feels oddly empty as she vanishes, leaving him alone with the jarring sounds of the TV and his rapidly cooling dinner.

He tries not to care. No one’s really given a shit about his birthday since his mom left. Neil certainly didn’t. For a few years after Max and Susan turned up, there was at least cake and a few wrapped presents. Usually shit that Neil thought was an appropriate gift, rather than Billy actually wanted but at least the day was acknowledged. There was a card waiting by his plate at breakfast this morning and that was it. No tapes, no basketball, no socks, or any of the usual shit he gets stuck with. 

It would have been fine, except he’s not heard from…he’s not heard anything all day. He half expected the BMW to be waiting for him in the parking lot - not that with his expected babysitting duties, they could even have gone to the quarry like normal - but it just wasn’t there. Billy had kept an eye on the road while he was waiting for Max, just in case it pulled in late.

But it didn’t and Billy was well and truly crushed.

He gets it. The day Billy Hargrove was born was a celebration to no one.

He morosely eats his meal, barely even tasting any of it. When he’s done, he gets up, figuring that he may as well clean up. If Max is in her room for the night maybe he can watch something decent.

He gathers up both containers and retrieves Max’s abandoned cutlery from the side. He knows the drill. His birthday will not save him from a bruised eye if the kitchen hasn’t been cleaned.

Max sticks her head into the kitchen just as he begins to run the tap. He tries his best to ignore her but she walks over to him like it’s any other day.

“What do you want, maggot?” Billy grunts, because he fully expects her to ask for dessert. Which, aside from a few old bananas and some stale chocolate chips from Susan’s last happy homemaker baking binge, they don’t have any of.

“Come with me,” Max says firmly. Billy digs his heels in, because he can, because he’s had enough, because he’s eighteen and no one cares.

“Get lost, Maxine,” he says, slamming the cutlery into the sink far harder than he really needs to.

“No, you have to come with me now,” she insists and actually grabs hold of his wrist. Her fingers are thin and delicate around his skin, faint flecks of blue nail varnish on her fingers. Billy stares at her resolute face and wonders how much Susan would mind if he tied up her only child and strung her up from a flagpole outside the high school.

“And I said I don’t want to,” Billy repeats. “I have to clean up.” Max looks behind him at the few items in the sink, the discarded packaging from their dinner and makes a face.

“I’ll do that. Seriously, we only have an hour,” she says, pulling on his arm like she thinks she can move him. “Will you come on? It’s for your birthday.”

Stunned, Billy lets her pull him out of the kitchen and down the hall.

“You got me a present?” he asks incredulously, and Max raises her eyebrows.

“Sort of,” she says vaguely and Billy winces as she twists his skin as she tries to bolt headlong down the hallway. “I had to sort it, that’s why I was late. I didn’t know Mom and Neil were going out for sure until this morning and then I had to use the phone…”

To Billy’s confusion they pass right by her room. Max stops in front of his door, her eyes unusually bright.

“One hour,” she instructs, turning the door handle. “That’s all. I’ll set a timer. And I’ll put the radio on.”

“What the hell do you…” Billy starts to say, as she opens his door and pushes him inside. She slams the door behind him, shutting him in darkness.

“What the hell?” Billy starts, before his words are cut off by a rap at the window.

He nearly shits himself when he sees the face at the window.

“Steve?” Billy hisses incredulously, hurrying across to undo the latch and yank the window up. Steve heaves himself up onto the windowsill and grins.

“Happy birthday,” he says and Billy has to take a step back to let Steve slither into the room.

“What the fuck?” Billy says, because apparently his boyfriend and his sister have been conspiring behind his back all day. Steve lands awkwardly on the carpet, a tangle of limbs and hair and good humor, despite his bad landing. Billy quietly shuts the window again and turns around. But he’s not dreaming and Steve Harrington is really standing in his room. Polo shirt, denim jacket, a lump of car keys in his pocket.

“Thought I was going to get arrested,” Steve says, brushing back his hair from his face in a motion that never fails to make Billy’s stomach dip. Steve’s windswept, his face flushed from the cold and the illicit trip through Billy’s window. “I swear I was going like seventy down Cornwallis.”

“How did you…?” Billy starts, but Steve’s looking around with interest and Billy realizes that Steve’s never been in his room before. There’s a flicker of shame in his belly, because he’s been in Steve’s palatial house, slept naked in Steve’s huge bed, and his own room feels small and dingy by comparison. But Steve noses with interest at his assorted hair products, the scantily clad girls on the calendar, the leather bracelets on his dresser, like he’s actually interested in the effects of Billy’s life. 

“I thought you’d forgotten,” Billy says quietly, and Steve sits down on Billy’s single bed. He smooths a hand over the plain blue cover and Billy wonders if that’s why Max was so obvious about the fact that she’d have music on.

“I was going to come visit you at school,” Steve explains.“But Max called this morning and said that your parents were going out. So we planned this instead.”

Billy drops down onto the bed next to Steve, feeling a little stunned that they went through the effort. If Neil and Susan hadn’t gone out, Max probably would have skated to the arcade to buy Steve and Billy some time. But instead, she’d arranged for Steve to come here, ensuring that they’d at least have some time together.

“Your sister is terrifying,” Steve says frankly, perhaps because he can see the gears turn in Billy’s head. He does that - fills the silence with talk when Billy starts to feel a little overwhelmed. “And I say that in comparison to my ex-girlfriend and a kid with superpowers. She called my house at fucking ass o’clock and demanded I get my butt down here.”

“Did she call you again?” Billy asks, suddenly suspicious of Max bolting her dinner. Steve winds his fingers into Billy’s, his skin a little cold from the sharp March bite outside. 

“Yeah, she wanted to be sure that it would be dark and your parents hadn’t come back early,” Steve says easily. “She said I had to use the window…?”

“Mrs Haversham is a nosey bitch,” Billy says bluntly and Steve bursts into startled laughter.

“Yeah, she said that too,” Steve says, fondly. He suddenly starts digging into his jacket pocket with the hand that’s not entwined with Billy’s, finally tugging out a small blue box. Billy lets it drop into his open palm, feeling almost raw. He hadn’t expected more of a present, but here’s Steve bringing him fucking jewelry.

When he opens it, it’s a chunky silver ring, the kind that Billy likes to pick up from thrift stores. Only he gets the feeling that this one is a little more expensive and when he peers at the inside of the band, he catches a glimpse of an engraving in the dim light.

“I thought your dad wouldn’t notice if it looked like all the others,” Steve says, like he’s expecting Billy to hate it. Billy stares at the tiny writing, trying to figure out all of the letters by the slim sliver of moonlight. The delicate curve of a S, the double loops of a B, the matching twin shapes of the two Hs…Steve had their initials carved into silver, instead of into a tree, and somehow it’s just so fucking Steve. 

Billy carefully slides it onto a finger and then, because it’s the only way he really knows how to show gratitude, he flashes Steve a suggestive grin.

“Max said we only had an hour,” he points out, grabbing for the bottom of his shirt and tugging it over his head. “I wonder what we can do in an hour?”

The glitter in Steve’s eyes suggests that he knows what Billy’s doing, that Billy will thank him with his mouth, even if it’s not by words. But he curls his hand over Billy’s ring finger, carefully brushing against the line between skin and silver, and smiles anyway.

“I think we should find out,” Steve says and loops a hand around Billy’s neck to pull him in.

[graveilexxy]

alluka in a headcanon rock band w/ my ocs

[schoenht]

sorry if I wasn’t clear, but we did have stage directors and such, but we didn’t have that many people in crew as a whole because the new director is a bitch (literally the only word I could possible use to describe her.) Anyways, the guy Im talking about is basically just the opposite of what I read. His first reaction after the show was to run off the stage and up to the light booth just to hug me, pick me up and spin me around a bunch. LIKE????? I THINK ABOUT THAT DAILY Also he’s helping me a bunch because there’s this one creepy guy who keeps flirting with me and being all touchy, but school won’t do anything about him. But he agreed to walk me to all my classes, even though he doesn’t have most of his classes even near mine and he’s defending me from the creep. But also idk in general.

-🌺

wtf the duality of tech lives: yours vs mine GOOD FOR YOU IM VERY HAPPY FOR YOU

But technical directors that dont know what they're doing SUCKKKKK