#so reply with your to dos for today

[ashyblondwaves]

Good Morning!

What’s on your agenda today? For us it’s continuing to paint the living room and dining room, I have work (of course -_-) and I’m also getting my new work computer today.

How about you?

[moonkhao]

hi.

[isbergillustration]

1.5 min wip to reiterate how deeply open for commissions I am, how very much all my originals are for sale, etc

[vaxxman]

I'm sorry, but your Medic is the most appealing design I've ever seen of him!! You just draw him so.... shaped??? I dunno, it's just very good!!

This is such a cute message to get, here take this panel I drew today, it encapsulates my flushed reaction.

(There's no way you'll be able to guess the context to this panel)

[cozylittleartblog]

:)c

queen pin real. we all have to be a little self-indulgent sometimes 💙

[hyperbolicgrinch]

✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨

rules: post 7 sentences or a snippet of an unfinished work

@theotherwhybietoldmeso & @killerandhealerqueen .... I return (but at what cost) <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

I aggressively scrolled down and picked the part it randomly stopped at so ,,,,

Law found himself far too focused on that last part. He hid it away, nodding.

Dammit. The less he talked about or to Eustass Kid, the faster and cleaner this would go.

They reached another door, this one cut into the length of the hall, and Heat pulled up.

"Give me a second to give Boss a head's up." He stopped with his hand on the handle and glanced at Law. “Dont need to tell me. I'll make it quick.”

Law didn't argue. There was no use rushing in if he was going to hit the roadblock that was Eustass Kid's idiocy. Faster to let his crew get it by him. They seemed to have a system for worming things into his thick head.

Bepo gave a nod of acknowledgement on Law's behalf, and Heat headed in, slipping through the door and leaving it open a slither.

“Oi, Boss.”

"There you are, Heat.” Eustass' voice was pitched far flatter than usual. Less grating screech and more deep tremors below the earth. Lower than Law had heard it all night but close to how he'd spoken when they had been, if he was generous, strategising to use their awakened powers to finally take down Big Mom. “Did ya track down a quack yet? He keeps drifting off."

"We’ve got one,” Heat said, “but you're not gonna like it."

Blushing slightly, Bepo glanced at Law. As though they were eavesdropping instead of waiting like they'd been instructed to.

Law zipped his jacket up further, bringing it to his chin. “You don't have to stay.”

Bepo’s face set, becoming painfully determined. “I’m not leaving you here alone, Captain.”

Law hid his smile on the opposite side of his mouth to what Bepo was standing on, letting the corner twitch up.

"I don't care who it is,” Eustass said on the other side of the door. “Get them in here. Killer's—"

"It's Trafalgar Law."

The silence was stark. A shockwave climbing out of an impact crater, or the remnants of a bare seabed after the waves had been dragged out by the hand of mother nature. Promising ruptured ear drums or terminal drowning if you didn't get far enough away.

Bepo turned his determination on the gap between the door and its frame. Apparently trying to scare off the tension leaking out.

Ignoring the urgency growing in his hands and the impatience in his sternum, Law tapped the toe of his boot on the floor.

“Trafalgar?” As always, Eustass pulled Law’s name apart with his teeth as he said it. The meat of it coming off the bone like something slow cooked.

Law ignored the usual spark it ignited in his gut and tapped his boot again. Getting worked up wouldn't get him through this without a bigger headache.

“Wire figured he was closest,” Heat offered.

Gonna tag @schwazombie and @lolacouldnotcareless incase they've got anything they feel like sharing (but no pressure, of course) (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

[fakeoutbf]

five stages of grief but it’s five stages of social anxiety

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[truethes]

munday question! tell me either the last song you have added in your muses playlist, and/or a song you had added in your most recent muse playlist and why you have added them / how it relates to your muse. mine are below the cut:

the last song i added to one of my muse playlist's was brand new city by mit.ski for kuro's. the repeating bridge is hard to explain but the verses in between sum it up nicely, the state of depression he found himself in for the past 500 years, the feeling of knowing hes rotting from the inside and being unable to do anything about it. the line that ends up standing out the most is, ironically, the titular one's: But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn't know how to be alive / I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die. pretty is a placeholder here when the message is clear: this sadness / depression / lingering feelings of negativity ruled the majority of his life, all brought down to the count. going to japan and murdering him, at the risk of his own immortal life, was his own way of trying to kill that.

the song that comes from my newest muse playlist i nominated was art by chonn.y jash for tills playlist: an immediate add from it's first line disrespecting the audience that listens to it, encapsulating the entire theme of the song, as brought up by the first verse: I don't do requests, I'm not your clown / Fuck you all / Who cares about broader reach? / This is not about you, this is all about me / And my tiny, little conscience / And staving off unease. at the end of the day, it's a song that sums everything up nicely, a musician who has love for his music, has confidence in it, but is brought towards an audience that holds everything in the balance - he'll work hard, sing from the heart, feel strong for doing as such, but deep down it's fickle, it's dependant. just like his own life, in the end.

[k-issclub]

ik it’s kind of a hardcore blog, but i am still a person & talking to me like this isn’t okay😥 i blocked them after i said no, so they won’t bother me again but like PLEASE be aware that im actually human & should be treated & talked to like 1😥❤️

[nervousmonolith]

thinking about the whole twt scam situation ™ again ough

[gremzon]

I might have OCD actually

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[deus-ex-mona]

“i’m all alone, but i’m as happy as can be!”

[araneitela]

Me here casually: I should probably type up a quick and short post about Kafka and care/feelings/etc. My brain: 'Quick and short'? Yeah, you're funny (and short is true).

[face-breaker]

the best thing this hell site ever implemented was post auto saving —