#so. idk if I’ll make the cut

[tomwambsmilk]

Nobody has stronger opinions about the state of the Canadian healthcare system than people waiting to register at the walk in clinic

[dykecubes]

Tazercraft mental link but make it a lil bit weird, they’ll have a conversation mostly in their heads but partially out loud which from an outside perspective is just fragments of words and half sentences, they go dead silent for hours at a time only for them to suddenly start shouting out loud, very clearly mid-argument, Pac says something but it comes out of Mike’s mouth, Mike starts speaking with his mouth and finishes speaking with Pac’s, sometimes their thoughts become so tangled that they’re unsure who a thought belongs to so they both express it at the same time like horror movie twins, do you see my vision

[tj-crochets]

I’m still going to get started on the cuttlefish this weekend, but my scrap fabric is getting ridiculous again so it’s scrap management time!

I meant to try a square-in-square block but I cut the first pieces wrong so now I’m doing a simpler patchwork lol

[prisonpodcast]

My assignment is to write a prayer that incorporates song lyrics into the prayer which sounds kinda cool but also there is nothing I want to do less 😭

Like prayers are sorta like poetry and I’m so unbelievably dogshit at writing poetry or anything remotely flowery or metaphorical or anything like that and then also I just don’t believe in God (💀) so that makes it even more difficult bc idk what I’m even writing about I don’t feel anything towards this

[bilestat]

insane how quickly something small can tank my mood

[oddtripps]

“ He’s got the whole world in his hands “

“ It was nice to know ya “

“ We’ve all been damned ! “

. . .

“ WERE ALL GONNA DIE ! ! ! “

“For Ŗ̴͎̬̠̳̹̳̘͆̉̓̈́̊̑̐͑̈́̀̄̄̑̌̌̈̾̀͒͗́͌̋͐̄͊͆̀͂̚̕̕͝͝͝O̷͑̀͗̈̈́̈́̈́͂̓͘��̡̧̢̧̨̞͓̼̳͉͍̬͚͔͈͓̬̻͇͈͖̣̥͕̻̹͑̈́̀̆͊̏͌̇̈͒̓̊̈́̔͌͐̚͝͠͝Ÿ̵̨̧̨̢̯͇̬̖̖͇̥̳̘̰̳͙̭͖̤͖͓̖̦͎̼̖̳̝̮͓̙̺͕̺͎̙̲̌̅ͅͅ so loved the world, he gave his only son”

[lunalikestowriteanddraw]

So I don’t condone the usage of ai in regards to art or writing, since it takes away the soul and the whole purpose of creating the piece of work. However, I saw a couple videos of Novel AI creating some unhinged shit, so I got curious. This is almost certainly gonna be the only time I ever use this program, and it’s literally for curiosity sake.

Anything in brackets is what I have pasted in (coming from bits and pieces of my oneshots)

[Kremy can’t pinpoint the exact moment his feelings for Gideon turned romantic, nor could he pinpoint the moment his crush burned into love. What he could pinpoint, however, was when Kremy himself acknowledged that he loved the genasi.]

It had been a week or two since the gang had taken care of the problem with the dragon, and Gideon had insisted on accompanying him and his family on their trip to the nearby market. Kremy wasn't entirely sure why he had insisted on coming, but he couldn't say he minded. In fact, he was enjoying it a lot. He had gotten to spend the day with his friend, and now he was watching him interact with his family, and it was...adorable, really.

Gideon was the perfect example of a gentleman, always holding doors and helping the ladies cross the street. Kremy found it endearing and heartwarming. He didn't know what was up with the genasi, but it was nice to see him acting so polite and friendly towards his family. His mother adored him.

"He's such a nice boy," she said. "He'd make a fine suitor."

"Ma," Kremy laughed. "That's not what he's here for."

"I know," she said. "Just letting you know, you could do worse."

Kremy just chuckled, shaking his head and leading her to another shop. They had been at the market for hours now, and the sun was beginning to set. Gideon was in a deep conversation with his sister about a book they were both reading, while Kremy and his mother perused the selection of clothing.

"Are you going to buy something?" his mother asked.

"I don't know," Kremy replied. "It's getting late, and I don't have that much gold."

"Hmm," his mother mused.

[Kremy shouldn’t have felt jealous. He was the one who put the whole plan in motion, after all.] The one who suggested bringing Gideon along. But here he was, staring at the two of them, his sister and Gideon, the pair talking excitedly about their book. And it just felt wrong.

His sister was always the more reserved and intellectual of his siblings. She didn't get on with others that well, and didn't have many friends. She and Gideon, it seemed, got along well. Too well.

His mother had to nudge him a few times to get him moving again.

"Come on, Kre," she said. "We should probably head home. It's getting late, and your father and brother will want supper soon."

"Yeah," Kremy replied.

She was right. It was time to go home.

But he still couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy and sadness that was gnawing at his gut.

When they returned to the house, his sister and Gideon continued talking. Kremy couldn't bring himself to join them, so instead, he helped his mother with supper.

"What's wrong, Kre?" his mother asked.

"I-I'm not sure," he said.

"Something's bothering you," she stated.

"I'm not sure what," he replied.

"It's about your sister and Gideon, isn't it?"

"What?"

"You're jealous."

"Why would I be jealous? He's just a friend."

"No, you're jealous. I know that look. I wore it when my sister was talking to your father before we got married. And when she was flirting with him, and he was flirting back."

"She...what?"

"Your father never acted on it. I knew that. She did, too. But she had to try."

"Oh."

"Kremy, if you love him, tell him. If he loves you back, great. If not, well, you'll have your answer."

"Ma, he doesn't love me."

“How do you know?"

"I...don't. But why would he love me? I'm just an old half-elf with no future."

"Nonsense. You're young, and smart, and handsome, and kind. And he doesn't have to love you right away. Love takes time, and patience. But you'll never know unless you tell him."

Kremy was silent for a long moment, contemplating his mother's words.

"I'll...think about it," he said.

"Good," she smiled, kissing his cheek.

After dinner, Kremy and Gideon retired to his room, the genasi immediately sprawling on his bed and sighing contentedly.

"Man, I'm beat," he groaned.

[The way the light hit Gideon made him look so ethereally beautiful, more so than he already was.] Kremy could have stared at him forever, but he couldn't. That wasn't how the world worked.

"How come you were so quiet at supper?" Gideon asked.

"Was I?" Kremy asked, feigning innocence.

"Yeah," Gideon replied. "And you're quiet now. What's up?"

"I..."

What was he supposed to say? That he was jealous of his sister? That he was afraid Gideon would leave him for her? That he loved him?

"I'm sorry," he finally said. "I've just had a lot on my mind."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I...I don't think so."

"Okay."

They were silent for a moment. Kremy sat at his desk, fidgeting with his quill, unsure of what to say.

"Hey," Gideon spoke up. "What was that story your mother told us about the dragon?"

"The one about the farmer?"

"Yeah, that one."

"Oh, well, the farmer had a daughter," Kremy began.

"Yeah, she was the one who went to the dragon," Gideon added.

"Yes. She had gone to the dragon because her family was starving. She had heard that dragons were very rich, and that they might be able to help. So, she went to the dragon, and begged for its help."

"What did the dragon do?"

"The dragon agreed to help. He gave the girl and her family a year's worth of food, and then told them to never return. He was a powerful dragon, and could not be killed, but he was not cruel."

"But what did the dragon do?"

"I was getting to that," Kremy chuckled.

"Sorry."

"It's alright. Now, the girl took the food back to her family, and they were grateful. They had plenty to eat for the rest of the year, and could focus on their work.

"But then, the girl heard that a powerful wizard was traveling through the area. She thought, 'if a dragon could help, a wizard would surely be able to.' So, she left her family behind, and set out to find the wizard."

"Did she find him?"

"She did. He was a kind man, and he agreed to help the girl. He was a very powerful wizard, and had lived a long time. He knew many things.

"So, the wizard set out with the girl, and together, they found the dragon's lair. The girl begged the dragon to spare her family, but the dragon was not so merciful. He told the girl that he would not help her unless she could defeat him in battle."

"Could she?"

"She tried. She was a brave girl, and a good fighter, but she was no match for the dragon. The wizard had seen this coming, and had a plan.

"He cast a spell, and turned the girl into a giant stone statue. The dragon could not harm her, and the wizard carried her back to her family.

"The family was shocked and surprised, but they were also grateful. They thanked the wizard, and the wizard promised to visit the family once a year to check on them."

"Wow," Gideon breathed. "That's quite a story."

"Yeah," Kremy murmured.

"Do you think the girl was happy?" Gideon asked.

"Huh?"

"In the story, was the girl happy?"

"I think she was. She got to save her family, and she didn't have to worry about them ever again."

"That's good," Gideon sighed.

There was silence for a long moment.

"Kremy, are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah," he replied, looking over at the genasi.

"Are you sure? You've been acting strange all day. Did something happen?"

"N-No," Kremy stuttered.

Gideon frowned, getting up from the bed and crossing the room. He sat down next to the half-elf, his brow furrowed with concern.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Kremy mumbled.

"You're not. Something's bothering you, I can tell."

"No, I'm fine."

"Kremy, please. Talk to me."

"Gid..."

"Please."

"It's nothing."

"Kremy."

"Okay, fine. You're going to think it's stupid."

"I doubt that."

"I...I'm jealous."

"Jealous? Of who?"

"You and my sister."

"What? Why would you be jealous of us?"

"Because," Kremy sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I-I love you, Gid. And I know you don't feel the same way, but I just can't stop thinking about you, and I can't stand the idea of losing you."

"Losing me? To your sister?"

"I-I'm not making any sense, am I?"

"Not really."

"I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, it's okay. I'm glad you told me."

"You are?"

"Of course. Kre, I...I love you, too."

"Y-You do?"

"Yeah. For a while, actually."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"But I'm just a boring, old half-elf. You could have anyone you wanted."

"Yeah, I could," Gideon replied. "But I want you."

[er1nnn]

Chat I’ve got a girl crush chat I’m crushing on a girl chat I’m in the trenches chat-

[captaincleverusernamehere]

Oh god. Do I go back to the community theater that’s half an hour away that had a kinda shitty director this summer just because they’re doing Newsies and I genuinely think I have a shot at Davey and I REALLY want to play him?

[peapod20001]

Did sleeping help

No </3

[judasisgayriot]

i promise I’m a huge proponent of blocking and curating your experience etc and yet it also seems like I complain all the time sorry asdgjkhkl but this fandom has genuinely made me paranoid about following or reblogging anyone new lest I be blockt n cancelled yet again for the associating w the wrong ppl crimes I seem to have committed several months ago when I got into foblr. which is kinda a bummer

[gayabeilles]

lowkey fucked up the gloves for my cosplay 👍

it’s not bad but my impatient ass could not wait for the red to dry and the black bled all the way up to the fingertips so I had to daub it off and wound up with a gradient which. isn’t terrible. but it is also not what I was going for.

the claw prints came out good though! they’re cooking under the uv light now :> just gotta prime&paint em, seal em, then glue em on and I’m finished with this cosplay

[autistic-katara]

ha ha i’m owo fuckinf drunk and n

i rlly hop für parents don’t want ice

cause he’d jbe t in tumble and th y tell my parents and i’d get in troubke

cause apparently there t a bad nch of qlchoholi a in our family or smthn idk

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Wow! Me? Venting again????? Who could’ve guessed???

So I’ve realized that I’ve got a thing about bandaids, as in I need to ‘earn’ my bandaids. I don’t know where I got this false scarcity from but in my head I can’t just use a bandaid Willy-nilly it needs to be bad enough to deserve a bandaid, so I either leave my cuts uncovered, go deeper than I meant to, or do way more than I meant to, all because I need to earn my bandaids.

[steviescrystals]

i’m fr gonna lose my mind :)