#sorry these take me so long

[cass1x1]

💋 (sonia/miles)

send  “💋”  for four times my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they actually did. 

i.

It's so late by the time they make it to Sonia's apartment. The night is cool and still and extremely private, as though they are the only two people left awake in the entire city. Despite the hour, and despite the fact that she'd worked an entire shift before Miles picked her up, she isn't even tired. No, she'd become energized spending time with him. She could've danced-danced-danced all night.

"So..." Miles says, not finishing the sentence.

Sonia rocks back on her heels. "So...thanks for walking me home."

"Yeah." The word hangs between them, waiting for one of them to do something.

For a moment, Sonia does. She thinks--she knows--that from the outside, this looks like the end of a date. It certainly feels like one. She rocks forward slightly, and then thinks better of it. "So..." It feels like they have gone in a circle, now. "I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."

Miles answers slowly, like he didn't realize she was speaking. "Yeah, see you tomorrow."

She turns and puts the key in her door, and doesn't look to see if he watched her go.

ii.

It is, Sonia tells herself, a mistake she makes because she is tipsy. She is warm and the edges of her world have softened, making them something she can hold. Tonight, she does not feel too childish or pathetic for believing in love--how can she, when it is all around her? And so, with her defenses down, when she sees Miles walk in, she hops up, throwing herself around him.

"You came!" she cooed into his neck, where she has buried her face. His hands come up to hold her back. "I'm so glad you came."

Miles chuckles, and she can feel it against her whole torso. "Of course. I wouldn't have missed it."

There is something in his words, a tone that her off-kilter brain can't process, and so she leans back to read it on his face. The mistake; not only is Miles notoriously hard for her to read, but at this angle, she knows she could just--

Something brightens in his eyes, and she sees herself reflected in it. Catches herself. Pulls herself back down, the unnamed decision still swimming in her brain. "I'm so glad you're here," she reiterates, as though that might explain her behavior. "Come on back! We've got tequila and....hmmm rum, maybe? I forget."

Miles chuckles and allows himself to be pulled over to the makeshift bar. If he noticed her little almost slip-up there, he doesn't say anything.

iii.

Sonia wants to kiss Miles. Both in the general sense--she has for a long time, no matter how hard she tells herself not to--and in the specific sense. Right now, right here, in front of all the diners and her coworkers, Sonia wants to kiss Miles. It is an urge that has struck her so hard, so suddenly, that she finds herself leaning down toward him, despite every reason that she has held this desire back for months.

It's something about the way his face looks this morning. Kissable. He looks so kissable, that it has clearly knocked the sense out of Sonia. His mouth is relaxed, the shape of his lips not quite forming a smile. His soft, pillowy-looking lips. His jaw isn't set like it is on a bad date or straining like it is when work isn't going well. It's just relaxed. His forehead, his eyes, he seems so at peace, and Sonia wants desperately to kiss him.

She may well have, if he hadn't spoken up when he did. "Hey, you, uh..." He reaches up to brush something off her arm. Sonia didn't see what, but the moment shatters around her, and she feels heat rise in her cheeks. She hopes, perversely, that what he'd shooed off was a fly, so that she has something to be embarrassed about.

"Thanks," she says. "You need a refill?" She glances at his cup, only about half-drunk. "I can get that for you." She turns away, forcing herself to take measured steps back to the kitchen.

iv

She loves this feeling, being wrapped in Miles's arms. He's so warm, and she can feel the soft beat of his heart against her back. She can hide when the on-screen action gets too scary. She can be as close to him as she wants, and pretend for a moment that she doesn't want it to be something it's not. In a way, she doesn't. Being tucked into him like this is perfect, exactly as it is.

The only problem is that it has been a long week, for both of them, and she can feel him start to lull above her. It's not a problem for her comfort, per se, but it feels more intimate, if he is asleep. She doesn't know why; it just does. For a moment, she considers pretending not to notice. But guilt nags at her, and eventually, she realizes she must do something.

It's not clear to her exactly what she's going to do--just that she's going to do it--when she twists to face him. It is, apparently, enough on its own. Miles stirs. His eyes flutter open, so strikingly blue that it hits her in the gut again. He mutters something too soft for her to hear. Sonia tilts her head up to listen, and then realizes how close they are. There's barely any distance between them. If she arches her back up slightly, there would be none at all. Face to face. Skin to skin. Lip to lip.

She turns away almost as soon as the realization hits. Almost. She gives herself a moment to relish that feeling, to memorize what it's like to be in his arms and know that she can close that distance. And then she twists back to facing the TV before sliding herself out from his arms slightly. An immediate chill slides through where his body was, a moment ago. "I should probably be heading home," she says, voice barely above a whisper. "It's pretty late and I have class in the morning." It's a lie--she doesn't have class until late in the day--but it saves him from having to apologize for falling asleep on her, nearly literally. "Good night, Miles."

"Night," he whispers back, so bewildered that it fills her with confidence that he has no idea what happened.

v

Miles lights up a room when he is animated. Well, Sonia thinks he always lights up a room, but never more so than when he is animated. She can feel energy radiating off of him as he describes the new design technique, the way the solar panels can be inlaid to work seamlessly into the roofing. He is is own sun in these moments, absolutely glowing with energy.

She listens for a moment before she feels that same stir inside her, that dangerous feeling that she has fended off so many times before. She has told herself every lie in the book--that she is just lonely, that she's out of practice having friends like this, that everyone feels this way about their friends sometimes. That she doesn't want to kiss him.

Whatever lie she is about to conjure for herself begins to bubble up when a realization stops her. She doesn't need to do this. Instead, she cups a hand on his cheek, which does stop him talking for the moment, leans in, and catches his lips with hers.

It's a gentle kiss. Miles is not much for PDA, but he leans into her, kissing back. There's no tongue or hands, just a sweet press between them, and when she pulls back, she is almost laughing.

"What was that for?" he asks.

Sonia smiles, knowing full well that she is flushed despite how soft the kiss was and not even caring. "I don't know, I just wanted to."

[hotdogmchiggin]

Company Mandated Fancy Fits on the Tulpar 😏

Also had to include the REAL star of the show (and a bonus)

Based off of this and this. Thank you very much joetastic for being inspirational 👍

The REAL reason this is late

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[stil-lindigo]

mumbattan's one and only pavitr prabhakar!!

prints

[n0ahsferatu]

haven’t watched the star treks in five million years but this is what happened in In The Pale Moonlight right

(credit to @/sweepswoop_ on twitter who drew the original Labru meme!)

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[quixoticprince]

When your medic leaves to go pocket another man or something

[cowardlykrow]

Stop light shenanigans

Extra:

[technovillain]

*chronic-fatigues your doctor*..... i was so fascinated with seeing a doctor in a wheelchair in the zero room story arc.... i loved that he struggled with excessive fatigue after his regeneration and couldn't get around for a while. it was interesting....5th doctor you are an ambulatory wheelchair user... in my mind.

[aquanutart]

I was talking and I mentioned that I have my old Game Boy and original Pokemon cartridge. I said, "I think they still work."

I was told, "The internal batteries on the Game Boy cartridges have run out. They're all dead."

"Oh," I said, trying not to show how crestfallen I was. I felt like I was losing nerd cred for not knowing that, although I never kept up with that type of info anyway. I'm here for the fantasy and imaginative aspects of games, and tend not to follow the competitive or technical details.

I tried not to feel anything as I went home. If they were real animals, I reminded myself, I would have had to say goodbye long ago.

But like so many other people, Pokemon was my childhood. It was all I thought about and dreamed about, and the closest thing I could imagine to heartbreak was the knowledge that they weren't real. I spent nearly all my time writing longhand self-insert Pokemon fanfiction--far more than I spent actually playing the game. My Pokemon were with me in my imagination wherever I went. I started playing Pokemon Blue when I was 5, and the last time I had played it was probably when I was 9 or 10. I remembered I had turned it on again one more time after that, not to play it, but to look at my childhood Pokemon.

It was during high school, after a move overseas that completely upended my life, and I was struggling with the crushing blow of being taken away from everything I knew and trying to make sense of anything (least of all adolescence) in another language. All I wanted was to go back to childhood and have everything go back to how it was before.

Seeing my Pokemon, just as I'd left them, had comforted me. I had looked at their stats pages, taken photos of them with my digital camera (that I don't even know if I still have), and then turned it off without doing anything.

That was probably 9 or 10 years after the games came out. It had been a long time since then. I had long since taken the AA batteries out of my Game Boy Color and left it untouched. I didn't even have AA batteries anymore.

It had worked then. But now it had been 27 years... I thought about not trying to turn my cartridge back on. As long as I didn't turn it on, I could believe my Pokemon were still there, the way I remembered them.

On my day off, which happened to be Pokemon Day, I googled and read that some people on forums and Reddit were still able to play their original Pokemon games.

Then... it was possible. I went out to buy toothpaste. At the store, I asked where I could find AA batteries.

It was a big thing for me to be able to go to the store and buy things myself. When I moved at age 13, I felt like something went wrong with growing up. It was difficult to follow what people were saying, and people didn't always understand what I said either. I had been introverted even in English, but now I had enough negative experiences that I became afraid and stopped trying to talk to people altogether.

I threw myself into video games and reliving childhood memories. The internet was where I could communicate in my first language and understand. I lived online and didn't interact with the real world. On the internet I felt like I was understood and could find people who shared my interests the way I did, but in the real world it always felt like I could get hurt if anyone knew me.

I realize now that I could have had a better experience overseas if I'd known how to adapt and socialize, but this was not something I knew even in English, and trying to learn in another language made it ten times harder. I'm sorry now for missing out on interactions that I know I could have had, but I just didn't know how. I wouldn't know how until I learned, and it took me a long time to learn.

I grew up online, in the company of others who had trouble fitting in with the real world, even in their own language. Those experiences shaped me, and the friendships I've made and support I've received online are invaluable to me. The internet gave me a way to live, and through it I learned how to interact with others. But in many ways, for many years, it felt like my life was put on hold and I stopped growing up.

Several years ago I moved back, to not far from where I was born, and I was able to work for the first time. I began to interact with people and feel like I had a place in the real world.

After shutting myself away for so many years, every little step I made out in the world felt terrifying. But every little thing I did on my own made me feel like I was living for the first time.

Even something as little as going to the store and buying a pack of batteries.

I was directed to a shelf at the end of an aisle, and found myself looking at a rack of lithium AA batteries. Did they not sell the old kind anymore?

I walked around to the other side and was relieved to find the familiar black and brown Duracell batteries I'd known from my childhood. I felt more confident about putting in a battery that looked the same as I remembered. The smallest pack they sold was an 8-pack for $12.99. I really didn't need 8 batteries. I didn't have any other devices that used them.

I thought, what if I turn it on and it doesn't work and I'll have wasted $12.99?

I also thought we might already have batteries. I might be able to say, "Mom, do we have any batteries?" and she'd pull out two AAs from a drawer somewhere and I'd save my money.

But somehow I felt like part of what was important about this was being an adult and being able to buy my own batteries.

Yet... what if it just ended up making me sad? Was it better not to know?

I went to the checkout with just the toothpaste and stood hesitating at the edge of the checkout line.

If I didn't get the batteries now, and it turned out we didn't have any batteries, I wouldn't try it. I knew I would just put it off until even more time passed, and then... "Are you in line?" someone asked me.

"No," I said, and I turned around and went back to the shelf.

I bought the batteries.

At home, I took out my original Game Boy Color from the drawer where I left it, the one my dad had surprised me with when I was 5 years old and that I had brought overseas and back.

I put the batteries in and turned it on without a cartridge first to make sure the batteries were inserted correctly. The Game Boy logo scrolled across the screen and it made the familiar blinging Game Boy startup noise. I turned it off again, satisfied.

I took out my original Pokemon Blue cartridge, momentarily having to remember which way it went in, and slotted it in.

I turned it on, watched the whole Pokemon Blue intro out of nostalgia, and then pressed START.

My heart leaped for joy.

MY POKEMON!!!! MY POKEMON ARE ALIVE!!! 🥺🥺🥺

My original Pokemon, that were with me in 1998 when I was 5-6 years old, are still with me 27 years later. I want to cry!!! I love the old sprites, I'm SO happy to see them again 😭😭😭 the Pokemon look so little and cheerful at the same time, which I love 🥺🥺🥺 I know there are people with many more hours on their games, who have leveled all their Pokemon to 100. But these are my Pokemon who were with me through my childhood, and I spent many more hours making up stories about them than actually playing the game. I'm so happy to see them again 😭😭😭

All I want is to see my Pokemon. My other Pokemon are in boxes. Now, how do I get to the nearest PC? Where am I?

Oh... Oh. I have to confess something. When I was a kid, I was scared of the dark cave areas, and whenever I got to them, I stopped playing for a while. (I was stuck at Mt. Moon until I was like, 7.) So I never actually beat the game.

And here I am on Victory Road, with the team of Pokemon I was taking to the Elite Four, without an Escape Rope.

The only way for me to see my other Pokemon is... to finally make it through Victory Road, after 27 years?!

[jabesa0]

GLOOMY BEAR 🔪💕🩸

Check out the 🔞+ version on my Twitter account!!

[moonsun2010]

If there's one thing I've seen over and over again in the Dracula Daily + Re: Dracula fandom, it's the desire for an animated adaptation. Not of media-inspired-by, but of Dracula itself. And so, I've made:

...something that is decidedly not animated.

Yet.

I'm hoping to get Dracula Reanimated (tentative name) in exactly 1 year from now, by the end of DracDaily's 2025 run, perhaps even the beginning of it if I'm really good. But in all honesty, it could take till 2026 given the teeny complication that 1) I've no animation skills whatsoever 2) fulltime job.

So, I hope you'll stay around for the next 2 years at least to see this completed.

In the meanwhile, if you'd like to support a project by actual professionals, try @theholmwoodfoundation . It's a found footage horror fiction podcast by @georgiacooked and @fiotrethewey set in a time long after the events of Dracula, and yet the characters find themselves haunted (literally) by vestiges of the past.

Goodnight, stay safe, and rest well.

[spoopdeedoop]

Hey! Ive been drawing for awhile yet i still dont like my style. Do you have any tips? About anything. Atnatomy, Hair, Dymanic Poses, Faces. Litterly anything please i beg of you😭

AHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHH

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

An unbothered queen has entered, and subsequently left.

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[bloobydabloob]

Holy shit I love your Dirk interpretations, it's so true and I could talk about this shit forever. I feel like another part of his character that people seem to forget (along with Roxy for some reason) is that he's from the future in solitude in an apocalyptic wasteland. I just see that part of his character always removed which is disappointing because I feel like that's a pretty big part, especially regarding his themes around technology, his brother's theme of Time, his own isolation, and how he plays in the vastness of the universe and spacetime.

Art I drew related to the subject because I like to respond to asks with art.

But absolutely. I certainly understand where the lack of discussion over his isolation + upbringing comes from, considering a majority of the fanbase that I have seen builds their ideas based on their own version of postcanon. I’m not entirely sure how that would be fixed, but certainly even in the somewhat recent past I would see a lot more content regarding his upbringing both literally and symbolically. I don’t have much to add regarding the things you’ve mentioned, because they just are what they are. Dirk being confined to a singular room left to him by a father figure he never met, in a future where the only other person left on the planet is someone he cannot pursue a relationship of because of himself, with purely 3 robots to keep him companion, one being an exact replica of his own brain who is *also* trapped inside a pair of glasses, is about as literal as it gets to me.

The contrast to me involving the flooded, organic world in comparison to the little speckle of Dirk’s apartment packed with the dude and his technics is not only a representation of his isolation and entrapment within himself, but also of his lack of control. I think his obsession with & themes of control are a direct product in the case of Dirk specifically *of* this kind of upbringing. His themes of technology are also related to his themes around control. So much of his character is actually revolved around this to me like so much. Dirk is so deeply disconnected from humanity in every way and so much of his character + symbolism is based around that.

It doesn’t even have to be about the symbolism or anything though. It’s just pretty *interesting* in the literal sense that he lives in the middle of the ocean in the future. There’s not only a lot to theorise on to do with his young life there, but on how it might affect him in the way he acts for the rest of his life. The latter part is probably what I see mentioned the most by people talking about Dirk regarding this, I’m surprised I don’t see more discussion on the former too though. I really ought to actually talk more about Homestuck stuff on here. I will do it myself.

Roxy & Dirk’s relationship is largely ignored though because there is a narrative a certain demographic spreads that Dirk resented and blamed Roxy for her interest in him, and thus too many people believe that their relationship was or would continue to be an abusive one. Realistically, I believe it’s important to acknowledge that the way Roxy treated Dirk regarding his homosexuality wasn’t right while still acknowledging the obvious amount of respect and admiration Dirk had for Roxy. I mean we have a huge piece of dialogue from their post trickster mode conversations on the quest beds from Dirk purely stating how he feels about Roxy that people completely ignore somehow. I think this usually happens to characters that are women though. I know everyone says it, but it is true. Jane gets the exact same treatment of boiling her down to solely her negative aspects. The things I see completely mischaracterising both of them are horrific.

I mean how much more explicit can it get that their relationship is obviously very important to Dirk? But I digress. I think the best or I should say “most interesting” interpretations of their relationship usually come from DirkRoxy shippers actually.

I would be interested to hear about Dirk’s relation to his brother’s theme of time though. I don’t have any thoughts on this and I don’t recall ever hearing anyone talk about it before. If you or anyone else would be willing to enlighten me I’d be thrilled.

[egophiliac]

Serious question.

Do you think we’ll see the parents/family of each of the guys???

Like, We’ve been TEASED with Ace’s brother, that I’m starting to think it’s just a reference to that Alice in Wonderland park character in Japan and nothing else….

Jack’s family, Ruggie’s grandma, Falena, Maleficia, Ms.Rosehearts, Just now Vil’s dad is in the picture which I am really happy but now I’m wondering about his mom, and so Deuce’s mom.

I mean, some HAVE a silhouette!! It could mean they do have a design in the making/ready to show. They could’ve shown us Falena in the Tamashina (hope I said that correctly) event, but didn’t (prolly to make Leona not so σ(▼□▼メ) and it’s understandable)

Anyhow, any idea/headcannon about this? Who do you want to see first?

I'm wondering if everyone might eventually get a travel event? like they've now introduced with Vil's that it doesn't have to be specifically hometowns, so that opens things up a lot! (especially if they have to figure out how to do three separate Coral Sea visits) (how would that even work otherwise)

but yeah, I hope everyone gets a chance! there's a lot of backstory characters I would LOVE to meet. :D :D :D though I do think some of them don't really suit the more light-hearted tone of the events (pretty sure you're right about that being why Falena wasn't in Tamashina-Mina, that would've just been. too much for Leona.) so like...we're probably not ever going to meet the Rosehearts. or Maleficia (although I maintain that this would be THE funniest possible way to introduce her outside of the main story, and actually I would love this a lot, can we please Twst) (I need to see her to put Malleus in a froofy little outfit and tell him what a handsome boy he is). but they've sprung surprises like Kifaji on us, and honestly anyone who shows up and tells embarrassing stories about characters' childhoods is good in my book!

characters off the top of my head who I most want to meet: literally any of the Zigvolts, Azul's mom, Ace's brother, Che'nya's grandfather (<- I think he would be a good one for Riddle) (please just any non-terrible adult in his life), any member of Rook's family because I need to see how they managed to produce him, and...really just whoever they can come up with for Silver.