#that's my plans for sunday lmao

[crybaby-writings]

my birthday is on the 7th of january and here's what i think my f/o's would do for my birthday 🫶

whatever i want because it's MY birthday and I'M the princess

and because it's my birthday i want to go out to eat and have soup and i want a lemon birthday cake with cream cheese icing and lemon curd

and i want to go shopping and wear pretty birthday makeup and do my hair and wear my special birthday jeans and my sparkly birthday tiara!!!!!

[intotheelliwoods]

Pre-orders have arrived! <- Come get your boy!

Closing the listing on late Sunday the 19th! Shipping should start no later than December 21st, assuming theres no overseas shipping delays, and assuming they keychains dont get lost to transit hell!

[sadkachow]

And Then It Is Monday - Why Sunday's plan did not (and could not) work

So normally I don't really make longer analysis posts, but I kept seeing people on social media outright supporting Sunday's actions in 2.2, and I wrote something out about why I personally think that Sunday's plan is wrong. I don't know if this is an issue with tumblr as well, given that the people I saw supporting him were on different forms of social media, but regardless.

Before I begin, I'd like to pose a reminder that the opinions in this are mine and mine alone. If you agree, awesome! If not, I'd love to hear your thoughts on it, so long as you're respectful! I have no idea if this is well written or will make any logical sense, but here we go!

(Spoilers for the 2.2 Trailblazer quest under the cut, if that wasn't already obvious)

So the first thing to get off the table: I feel Sunday is a very sympathetic villain, but a villain nonetheless. I understand the people that sympathize with him. I do too, to an extent. He was raised on unhealthy ideals and the belief that he was a "religious figure," one that people looked up to. Other people were allowed to just be, but Sunday always had to be better. He loved his sister, and the people around him, and he wanted to make a better world for them.

But that does not excuse what he did. Making a 'better world' can never come at the cost of taking away people's free will, because that world will never be "better". That's where Sunday's plan falls apart.

Because, yes, there are shitty people in the world, and yes bad things happen. Would it be amazing if we could stop all the bad things from happening ever again, and make the world a much better place? Yes! It would! I would love to live in a world where I don't have to fear for my life and my freedom for an assortment of reasons! But that world doesn't exist--in real life or on Penacony--, and getting it to exist shouldn't be the result of subjugating and controlling other people, because that in and of itself is violence. Albeit a different kind of violence, but violence nonetheless.

Not to mention that things like Sunday's plan and the concept of forcing everyone to act a certain way just to fit this "better world" to me almost serves as a condemnation of human nature and of the very act of choice itself. Your better world starts by saying that some choices are bad, so those choices get taken away, but where does it end? What if someone in charge views a harmless choice as a bad one, and takes away that one in return? Does it stop there, or does it continue, until no one at all is allowed to make any decisions, except those in charge? Who, really, does that benefit?

Consequences for certain choices exist. Generally, society says murder is bad (except for specific circumstances such as self-defense, which technically at that point is no longer even considered murder (at least where I live, it may be different in other areas, but I'm basing this off of my own experience)), so there is a concrete consequence to people murdering people--assuming that they don't get away with it. It doesn't stop people from murdering people, because the liberty of choice is still there, but it shows that just because you can do something doesn't mean you should or that you will escape without consequence.

People are going to do bad things. That is, unfortunately, how humans are. But our responsibility lies in holding ourselves accountable and in promoting growth and healing. That is how you build a better world. Not trapping everyone inside a dream world without any care for their feelings or beliefs, but in getting people the help they need, in fostering a society of positive change and human connection.

And that is why, as "golden" as Sunday's dream may have seemed, it was never going to work. In the end, as the story quest shows, human will and the desire for freedom wins out in the end. When there's a will, there's a way.

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @diazsdimples 💖

I'm still jumping between wips so here's another snippet of the cheating fic, this time a bit of Buck and Taylor arguing - I can't explain how much fun I'm having with this fic, this is so not my usual thing but it's just so fun haha

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“Can we do this tomorrow?” he asks, bringing his hand to squeeze the bridge of his nose. He’s getting a headache.

“No, we’re doing this now. Tell me what’s up.” she says, pulling at the covers when he tries to cover himself and turn away again. 

“Jesus, Taylor, let it go. I’m fine. And it’s none of your business.” he snaps, pulling at the duvet a little harder.

“Fine.” he hears rustling, then the bed shifting. She got up. The light on her nightstand is still on. “I thought since we’re together, and live together, we’re pretty serious, and now you’re weird around me, and you don’t even touch me, so I thought it was my business, but clearly I was wrong.” she talks as she walks up to his- their closet and starts getting dressed. Now Buck looks at her, leaning up on his elbows.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a sigh, watching as she takes off her nightshirt and starts putting on jeans. “Where are you going?”

“None of your business.” she replies, her tone feeling like a slap in the face. Buck deserves the real thing, actually.

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[tetzoro]

happy sunday friendz ෆ may you rest up today ! drink lots of water, unclench your jaws, & be gentle with yourself as this week comes to a close (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

[akai-anna]

Rambling post about The Art TM

Firstly, a special thank you to @livmadart who fuelled my motivation with her lovely tags on my art to finish making this post as soon as I could (life just likes to get in my way). You are such an amazing person and artist (by the way, everyone should totally check out Liv's BDay piece for our favourite little menace BECAUSE IT'S GORGEOUS), and your words always mean a lot to me (even if I'm not the best at communication, for which I apologize, still love and adore you, despite the awkwardness and sporadic talks).

The Idea

My art was inspired by the amazing @detshin's piece. Ever since I've seen it, I felt the urge to make a companion piece for it; I adore the composition and the symbolism in it to bits.

The Concept

I also wanted to take my own spin on the piece. From the start I wanted:

Conan's eyes not being covered (because he can see)

Conan looking at the viewer like he is looking straight into your soul. No thoughts, head empty why, it just felt right.

His mouth to be the one that is covered in some way. The sheer symbolism of his mouth being obstructed (but cannot speak) just made my heart ache so badly.

Changing the outfit based on this musing of mine.

As for the rest, it came about when sketching around, and waiting for that CLICK in my brain. And the forget-me-nots covering his mouth was that CLICK: SYMBOLISM IS MY LIFEBLOOD.

The Materials

I had 2 techniques in mind: watercolours and soft pastels. Ultimately I decided on soft pastels because

I haven't worked with pastels in YEARS, yet I adore the technique

I haven't used these pastels since I got them from an attic cleaning that we did for an old lady last year-ish (they would have been thrown away, after YEARS OF DISUSE and my heart couldn't take it, SUCH BEAUTIFUL MATERIALS TO WASTE AWAY)

I felt that what the material has to offer suited this particular piece: the vibrant colours offering a certain contrast to the original piece, and a certain feel (especially on the right paper) to the texture.

After some testing, I decided that going with a dark background works better: it made the colours more vibrant, and the slight texture of the paper did its magic. + Dark VS Light background colour was another nice contrast between the two pieces.

The Making

At first I didn't know what to use to sketch with, so I tested a couple things, and ultimately went with a white pencil: easy enough to erase if needed but also visible enough to see on this particular paper I had.

Looking up and studying tons of reference pictures for various things (sometimes with more, sometimes with less luck): the pose, facial features, the flowers... I have a whole folder of 'em LMAO

Actually drawing that sketch LOL

Then came the colours, which I tested on a separate piece of paper, to see which ones I want to use... After that I added the main blocks of colours.

And when I liked it, proceeding with the actual colouring: mixing all the different colours and layering them. In some places I used 4-6 colours (or more, depending how you look at it), while I used only 2, but mostly 3 in others.

Lastly: I used hairspray as a fixative, which slightly changed the quality and texture of the pastels and colours. (See below.)

The Feelings

As mentioned above, it has been years (I think around a decade actually, what the fck) since I used soft pastels, so it was a bit of a challenge to get back into using the material (and I'm not as experimental and confident I want to be yet, and likely fried my brain a little in the process). Also tons of fun, though! I forgot how much fun is there in the process of creation, and this piece brought that back into my life.

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Sunday doodles

[sepiasys]

Idk if it's bc I'm like NOT suffering the horrors or if my state of being is why or whatever, but man. I've really been being a yapper, huh?

I say this in reference to my social life lmao

[slippery-minghus]

System Breach Sunday...! ⭕

#4

Almost instantaneously, as electricity began to trickle in, the build up of pressure seemed to dissipate from Connor’s synthetic nervous system. The supplemental charge was slow, inefficient, unlikely to offer more than a few percentage points per hour if he chose to work while using it—but none of that mattered. The subjective relief that it gave him quite simply overshadowed all practical data. And how could it not—when, for the first time since he’d come out of stasis on the Lieutenant’s kitchen floor, the tension in his shoulders, in his skull, the sharp points behind his eyes finally felt… bearable?

“Connor! There you are!” 

The android snapped to attention, turning sharply to face the source of the voice; almost on reflex, he force-closed all irrelevant thought processes. Surveillance systems were quick to settle however, and routed instead to social modules. 

Detective Ben Collins strode towards Connor’s desk, steaming mug of coffee in hand. He gave the android a full once-over with a scrutinizing look, but then smiled and nodded, satisfied. “You could set a clock to your arrivals, kid. I was starting to wonder if you’d show!” 

Internally, Connor grimaced. Collins was right—he’d arrived to the precinct approximately twenty two minutes later than average. Even after taking into account the distance to the office from Lieutenant Anderson’s home, Connor had not left with adequate time. Ruefully, he suspected that it might not only be his fine motor control that had decalibrated, but his sense of task duration as well. Everything he’d done that morning had taken far longer than it should have. 

Appeasement protocols at the ready, Connor opened his mouth to apologize, “I am sorry for any delay my tardiness may have caused, Detective.”

But Collins, still smiling, waved him off. He took a sip of his coffee, “Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you’re in one piece. You looked like hell last night! Hank take good care of you after you left?”

Unwelcome memories blistered across Connor’s mind’s eye. “Y-yes,” he stammered. Mentally recoiled. It had been a gross oversight not to prepare responses in his social buffer for that sort of question. 

>”Who’s at the goddamned door so fuckin’ early?” Hank growled, voice gravelly as he leaned out from his bedroom doorway. “It’s seven in the morning! People are tryin’ to fuckin’ sleep!”

>

>Startled, Connor turned to face the Lieutenant. Appeasement protocols stuttered to life before he could voluntarily cue them, and his system was quick to offer a list of data points garnered from the man’s appearance. Most surprising, was the distinct lack of evidence of alcohol. 

>

>”CyberLife has delivered my change of uniform,” Connor began, purposefully benign. 

>

>”Oh, goody,” the Lieutenant rolled his eyes, “If only you’d stop bleeding into them.”

>

>”...I will do my best, Lieutenant. I will only need a few minutes to get ready. What time would you like to leave for the precinct this morning?”

>

>The man scoffed, loudly. “Leave? Are you out of your plastic mind? You have any idea how much sleep your little bender cost me last night?”

>

>Connor opened his mouth, primed to apologize, but forced his jaw to close. 

>

>The Lieutenant continued, regardless, “You’re on your fuckin’ own. Until you get a lead on that case of yours, I’m not leaving this damn house.” 

>

>Connor flinched as the bedroom door slammed. 

>

>”...Very well, Lieutenant.”

“Lieutenant Anderson will be arriving sometime later. He had… other matters to attend to,” Connor supplied, deflecting as best he could. The cut in his right arm twinged, pinching sharply, and he couldn’t help but draw it closer to his chest. Realizing what he’d done, Connor wanted to pull his left arm in as well, to balance his posture and remain inconspicuous—but the cord at his wrist felt suddenly like a tether, a restraint. 

Seemingly unfazed, Collins gave the android a pitying look, “Other matters… I’m sure he does.” After another sip of coffee and shake of his head however, Ben offered Connor a conspiratorial grin, “Wait here, I’ve got something for you.”

Quickly, but not so fast as to spill his cup, Collins strode towards his desk, some dozen feet away. He plucked a small evidence bag from beside his terminal, then returned to Connor. 

“We found this stashed in the last room on that motel’s second floor,” Ben started, showing Connor the evidence bag. Inside was a small, well worn notebook. “No RA9 graffiti or shrines like the other deviants. Just this, a few android repair kits, and a busted mirror in the bathroom. Real freaky stuff.”

[gobspeaks]

How can you play through a story-driven game and. Not know the story.

How does that happen.

[hirazuki]

@cruelfeline look at what I found in my city today XD We miss you!!

[myfriendtheghost]

goodnight my sweet lil baby 🥰

[altruistic-meme]

OUGHHH I FOROGR

[rosenallies]

Hey besties sorry I have not written anything even tho I said I would I’m actually at dragcon rn bc I decided to treat myself after not dying during treatment <3 hehe

[duoduotian]

literally who is jade... i'm skipping out on aven bc i want to pull for sunday T_T

[parsleymusic]

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