#tell me i'm weird and cool

[bobothefuckingfool]

🌀🃏.

[jessicas-pi]

y'all got me all hyped to do more merfolk AU art so I finished the Love's Lights scene

[thefishdeath]

Never feel more masc then the times I try to look fem

[tempests-bards-and-birds]

i'm not sure how i feel about the archon quest as a whole but one thing that i can say is that i really like mavuika. so far throughout the story we've met archons who are all gods (in the eyes of their people at least) - and godhood, whether it ends up demanding devotion or fear, is something that undeniably seperates these archons from the people of their nations, as there's always this big "something" that people seem to believe makes a god "more" than them, and a lot of the time that seems to boil down to the idea that the gods are without flaws that are inherently human. obviously this is very much not the case in practice - it's arguably one of the main themes of the entire game that these systems of worship are flawed because the gods are inherently human in all the ways that actually matter - but the point is that people believe them to be flawless, so there's always this level of insincerity in their characters, whether they're in their role as a god or pretending to be human.

mavuika, on the other hand, almost seems to be the complete opposite of that - she is so, so sincere, to the point where it makes you suspicious of her intentions, because it's nearly the polar opposite of what we've gotten previously. and maybe she is just an incredibly honest person, which in and of itself is still very refreshing when it comes to archon characters, but i think a lot of it comes down to one thing - she's human, and the people of natlan see her as such. yes, she is still the archon, but she's not a god, and so they don't really revere her or worship her - they just extend the same level of respect to her that you would see people in other nations extend to their human leaders (take ningguang as an example.)

i think that having an archon who is so plainly honest and sincere - not just about their plans but about themselves, too - due to the fact that they are already seen as human and therefore don't need to maintain the perfection of a god is so useful for looking at how the archons are just as flawed and just as human as anyone else, and by extension how these systems of worship are flawed and almost redundant. we got another pretty obvious angle through furina - a human who was forced into the role of a god, and who played it perfectly - but having one who's just obviously human from the get-go is just. so nice.

[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

[chaos-potat]

I feel like being mutuals means so much less than everyone makes it seem

You literally just follow each other, that's it

Most of my mutuals probably don't even remember who I am after I stopped drawing for them

Edit: the rant in the tags is more about being annoyed with people who tell me they like my art and follow me, but that's it, no art support at all

[maximura]

Is it weird to read and re-read your own writing and enjoy it? I feel like some of my old works (I'm talking like 5-6 years ago) were written by a completely different person. It honestly just feels like reading someone else's stories. It's kind of neat to see how I used to write and think back then. Photographs are one thing, memories are intangible but writing? Ah, that's a whole history book right there.

[ace-and-sleepdeprived]

does anyone else just daydream about your ocs being friends with other people's ocs?

just me?

okay.

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[darchildre]

So far, the funniest and my favorite of the Count of Monte Cristo's wild-ass machinations is his bribing of the telegraph signaler.

Telegraph signaler: Yeah, this job is pretty great. I get every foggy day off, I get to work in my garden all the time, and the work is super easy - I just sit in a chair and pass on messages. I don't even have to know what they say! Basically, things are pretty perfect.

M. le Comte: (to himself) Fuck! This guy doesn't want anything and my only super power is having more money than God. I can't bribe a guy who doesn't want anything! What am I going to do?

Telegraph signaler: Really, the only problem in my life is that the damn dormice keep eating my nectarines.

M. le Comte: ...what if you had enough money to quit your job and grow many many nectarines? So many nectarines that the dormice couldn't eat them all?

Telegraph signaler: But - but my job -

M. le Comte: (waving an absurd pile of banknotes) Also peaches!

[itwoodbeprefect]

forever thinking about the absolutely incredible troy bolton meets hmm watcha say meets domino day energy of this coming out scene

[sysig]

I somehow forgot how fun Spider Bites is to draw ♥ (Patreon)

[goodluckclove]

Snapshots from Adolescence

I'm not even waiting for that poll I posted to finish because I remembered like half my audience are teens and I can take this opportunity to prove my credibility as an Adult Weird Kid.

So I grew up in San Jose, California. Specifically like south side, right by the hills. I think I was middle class? I honestly can't tell. My dad was a civil servant with a six-figure salary but my parents were terrible with money to the degree that when Riley found my dad's salary online I was shocked. I had a bike and a weekly allowance of like 25 bucks that I made cooking dinner for my older siblings during the week. I am also learning I had a pretty loose leash - a choke-hold in terms of emotional abuse, but in terms of being allowed to go places alone it was essentially non-existent.

I spent a lot of time alone. That was fine. I still think it's super important for any person to be able to be comfortable with their own company and actually be able to have fun by themselves. I'm still totally psyched to go out to a restaurant or a movie by myself, which is something other people I know seem to hesitate to try.

In middle school, though, I would pretty much spend all day biking around the weird business neighborhoods by my house. I would tell my mom I was leaving (She wouldn't ask where I was going or when I would be back) and I would usually bike to one of a handful of places:

a large field on the side of a busy road where the wheat was tall enough to hide in

a parking lot near the transit station where someone ditched an exercise bike and a broken dishwasher

a separate, adjacent lot where i would sit in a shopping cart and stare at the nearby overpass

These were all crazy sketchy places for a young kid to be in alone. Obviously that didn't occur to me at the time. I would listen to music - usually DEVO, I think. DEVO or like Pink Floyd. Maybe Bauhaus. I would also make a stop at the liquor store on the corner for Pringles and soda, or to the Nob Hill for fresh fruit. I would snack on my snacks, loiter shamelessly, and vibe out to music for like eight hours. My mom knew about the field and was like flaccidly resigned to me spending so much time there, but didn't actually stop me from doing it until I lost my school backpack in the sea of wheat and it was gone forever.

I got considerably more classy once I was like 13 and started high school. After that I started taking the light rail downtown. Parents were slightly more restrictive about this, making sure I knew not to wander around. At first I would only go the San Jose State University Library (which kicks ass and is eight stories tall), or the art museum, or this bakery Bijans that sold fancy little cakes. After a year or so like that their restrictions were dropped completely and I was just free to bike the city at will. Once again - cool at the time, in retrospect pretty insane to me.

It was cool, though. I spent a lot of time at Caffe Frascati, this Italian cafe that unfortunately doesn't exist anymore. I'd also stop at Cafe Stritch, a sort of bar/lounge venue that sold the best fries I've ever had in my life. Also great live music. But holy shit great fries.

By that point I was also spending a lot of time in hotel bars. I was maybe 16-17. I'd sit right at the bar and order a virgin mojito. I have to imagine I was able to do this with virtually no one ever giving me guff mainly because I looked a lot older than I actually was. I have theory that there's also a grey area in a hotel bar versus an actual bar where right out the gate they'd ask for a card. And I'm sure it helped that I never asked for actual liquor. Once a server accidentally mixed me a real mojito and I took one drink and immediately sent it back.

Putting this all down in writing sounds both quirky as fuck and also totally dull. Because while I realized early on that the average 16 year old was not getting a mocktail alone at a while enjoying a jazz quartet at the AC Lounge, I also never considered it a huge brag because in a real sense I was just sitting and listening to music. The alternative would be being at home and watching movies I guess.

Pretty much all I would do when I'd go downtown as a Hip Teen was write for like five hours for whatever novel I was working on before going to get lunch or a Little Treat (Usually CREAM, or the ice cream place at San Pedro Square Market). If anyone is ever in Downtown San Jose for some reason I still have a ton of recommendations.

I also have things I wouldn't recommend, such as the amount of time I spent biking the Guadalupe River trail through the city. Not a safe area at all. i would also literally wade in the river sometimes which - Jesus. In the current day I can't tell if it's more of a shock that I never got kidnapped, or avoided stepping on a needle or broken bottle.

I think by the time I was a Senior in high school I would sometimes lug my typewriter downtown and sell poetry for strangers. I charged like three bucks a poem. Sometimes people would pay in coffee or, for the employees of the movie theater I sat in front of, a huge bag of popcorn. I think I made like 70 bucks in a day once. Use part of it to buy dinner for my friend at our favorite Chinese place. The waitresses were really nice and once gave me a double serving of egg rolls for free.

By then I had my first job - Exhibit's Specialist at the Children's Discovery Museum. I think 17-18 was around the time I started taking the train to San Francisco to stay in one of their hostels for the weekend. I stayed at a few around that time. My favorite is probably the Adelaide Hostel.

I have a lot of mixed feelings about recounting all this. It sounds like a younger person might look at this and find it cool, maybe consider it a point of envy. But I've apparently developed into a perceptive and empathetic adult, because when I imagine a person that young doing all of that the first thing I think is wow - you really don't want to spend time in your own home, do you?

So it goes, I guess. It turned out essentially okay.

[loverboybrightsideghost]

"reblog for something lgbt to happen to you" at this point i'd be grateful if something straight happened to me

[hiding-under-the-willow]

look at my fanfic boy

[icewindandboringhorror]

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