#that's what i'm up to right now

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[irhabiya]

there's few things i hate more than people watering down what it means to be antizionist. it's in the fucking name. if you believe there's any capacity to reconcile palestinian liberation with the existence of israel you're not an antizionist, you might as well take that watermelon emoji out of your bio.

it is not enough to be "pro-palestine," we're over a year into a live broadcasted genocide, recognizing and denouncing the genocide and siding with its victims is the bare minimum and should be the standard at this point. after 15 months of live streamed genocide, you'd think that would prompt people to investigate what led us to this point, how we all failed palestinians, and what it means to truly stand by them, but no not really. some dumb fucking cunts really think they're well and truly antizionist by advocating for a ceasefire and politely asking israel to pull their rabid, bloodthirsty settlers out of the westbank. as if the settler colonialism started in '67, and the ethnic cleansing that preceded is always either left not acknowledged or outright justified.

palestinian liberation means the abolition of the settler colonial, apartheid nation state that is israel, and giving the land back to its rightful owners, nothing less, not even an inch less.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

real talk having the 2nd worst new years eve yet 🤢🤢🤢 (throat infection, twisted neck, banged-about-foot, ego AND the rest o' me all bruised like misjuggled peaches 🍑🍑🍑)

im bent outa shape and suspectin the universe owes me 8 buck if anyone wannsa chip in

[rocketbirdie]

face value

[illiana-mystery]

WIP Whenever

Thanks for tagging me @eclecticwildflowers!

I have two WIPs going on right now: Chapter 12 of Sugar Baby and Chapter 5 of The Art of Seduction.

Also I am planning on updating He Won't Hurt You and Space Oddity real soon. 😉

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Sugar Baby

"What you cooking?" Alicia asked before Malcolm turned around to face her. Like at breakfast, he was playing SWV on his phone and was humming along before Alicia showed up.

"Oh, well hello," he greeted in a teasing tone. "Glad to see you gave the old man a break."

Alicia laughed unamusingly.

"Yeah, we called a time out so he could catch his breath. He'll be down once he does."

"Good, don't want the boss to hurt himself trying to keep up with a pretty young lady," he playfully retorted. "But to answer your question, I'm making burgers and hand-cut fries. I'm making the pea protein kind though, since you have different dietary needs. Would you like to help?"

"Sure. I have nothing else going on," she replied before the older man began to laugh.

"Well, alright. Wash your hands first though. I know what you two were doing up there."

Alicia playfully rolled her eyes.

"I wasn't raised in a barn," she remarked before walking to the sink. That was when she also got a whiff of the dessert he was making.

"Are you making a dessert too?"

"Yeah, I'm making my grandmother's famous peach cobbler. It's a favorite of Ed's. It was gonna accompany dinner, but since you're gonna be at a friend's house tonight, I thought I would make it now so you can try it fresh."

"Oh, well thank you."

"You're welcome," he said as she walked back over by him. He glanced at her again, which is when he noticed her hair style. It looked familiar...too familiar.

"Say, when did you change your hairstyle?"

"Oh, this? Ed styled it for me after our pool time. He was telling me how your grandmother was a master of styling her and your mother's hair. And he learned from watching her."

"You don't say," Malcolm hummed.

His mind was racing once she said that. This whole time, since Ed started his sugar daddy life, he always made sure that he never let his past life be known to any other his flings. But now, here he was, letting everything slip through the cracks for this one Sweetie.

What kind of spell did she have him under? It must have been strong for him to have the audacity to give her a similar hairstyle his mother had in the 90s.

It kinda made him mad too. All this time he had to keep the secrets his father figure had and refrain from calling him "Dad", just for him to blow cover himself. It wasn't fair and if anything it was foolish.

Sure, he liked Alicia but could she be trusted? What if she was too good to be true?

"Malcolm, is everything okay?" she asked concerned. She could tell he was deep in thought.

"Yeah, everything is fine," he assured her. "It's a nice hairstyle by the way. It really fits your face."

"Thanks," she cooed.

"Alright, watch it with the flattery, son," Ed teased. "Alicia is my Sweetie."

"Eddie," Alicia chirped before she ran over to hug him. "He was just being nice."

"I know," he said before kissing her. "And thanks. I can't believe how much I learned just from observing your grandmother."

"Me either. Alicia told me."

"Do I smell Miss Mae's Famous Peach Cobbler?" Ed excitedly asked.

"No, you smell Malcolm Edward Matthews' Peach Cobbler," the chef clarified. "I know my attempt isn't even close to hers. And I wouldn't dishonor her in such a way."

"Oh, son. Don't say that. Your Cobbler is just as good as hers. I love it all the same," he told the chef before looking at Alicia. "You're gonna love it. I'm glad he's making it now so you can try it fresh from the oven."

"Well, I'm excited to try it now," she said. "Now, go and relax, Eddie. I'm gonna help Malcolm with the food."

"Okay, Alia," he replied before leaving her with a little smooch.

He made his way to his living room afterwards and sat down on the sofa, just pondering what he was going to do while he waited.

He thought about playing one of his records, but that would have given him the urge to pull Alicia away from his chef to dance with her again.

So he quickly ruled that out before he looked up at some of the pictures on the wall. A short smile appeared on his face, before his mind was flooded with more good memories. Memories that led him to suddenly thinking about Wanda.

He hadn't thought of her in years, but for some reason, now he was. So subconsciously, he pulled part of his rug up and unlocked a padlocked tiny door to a small compartment underneath.

Inside was an old scrapbook that hadn't been touched in years. It was covered in dust, but he could still clearly see the picture of him and Wanda on his old childhood swing that was placed in the little compartment behind the cover.

Her striking crystal blue eyes were still highlighted on the old photo, even more than his. It almost brought a tear to his eyes.

Carefully, he picked up the book, closed the door back, and readjusted the rug. He blew the dust off and then began to look at the photos.

His smile lingered on his face as he went down this bittersweet path down memory lane. It was hard to look at what he used to be, how young and vibrant he was, but also how harmful he was to Wanda.

He knew he led her on and deserved her betrayal, but it still hurt all the same. Especially since she included pictures of him and Lou when they were still friends and roommates.

Sometimes he wondered what life would have been like if he just forgave them and remained friends.

But that ship had sailed years ago.

And he still didn't think it was fair for them to get their happily ever after years ago when he didn't.

But the question was...was he now getting that happily ever after he so desired now with Alicia?

Guess time would tell.

---

The Art of Seduction

The next morning, the sound of a joyful hum filled the room, while a nicely thin crepe was placed on plate.

It was a sound that was quite unusual coming from the usually stoic man, but quite welcomed by him. He smiled as he noticed how well the pancake sat on top of the gold-finished, white china that once belonged to the late Madame.

He treasured the plate as well as all of the other diningware he inherited from her, sentimental items that she knew her son wouldn't have wanted. But she did love how much he liked her plates. He always smiled and had a nice comment about them when he saw them.

Her taste in the plates and utensils was reminiscent of his dear mother, Joan. But he wasn't privy to her old sets due to them all being in lost in a fire that also claimed her life.

The thought always crossed his mind when he focused too much on the plates. But he would always remind himself that he had the Madame too and he appreciated her much more than Dmitri for the short time he knew her.

After he snapped out of his inner musings, he decorated the crepe with creme and berries abound. Carefully, he wrapped it and then placed two eggs next to it, cooked sunny side up.

He wasn't really sure how you liked your eggs, but that's the way he liked them. The last thing to fix was his vitamin-enriched milk, a luxury he still had despite the war. And he was more than excited to share it with you.

Once poured, he put everything on a wooden tray and made his way upstairs to surprise you. He wasn't sure if you were awake or still asleep, but he figured the sight of him carrying your breakfast would make you smile either way.

Just his luck, you were slowly waking up and didn't even realize he wasn't laying by you anymore.

Then you saw him standing before you and your eyes immediately lit up. A smile followed and then a giggle before he smiled back at you.

"Monsieur, breakfast in bed?"

"Yes, good morning, Mademoiselle," he softly said before he put the tray in front of you. "I hope you enjoy."

"Oh, good morning to you too," you chirped before giving him a kiss. "You're too sweet, Monsieur. I've never had a man make me breakfast in bed. And everything looks and smells delicious."

"Thank you," he said with a blush. "I made your breakfast the way my mother used to make it for me as a boy."

"Aww, how sweet. Your mother must be a really good cook."

"She was," he quietly said.

"Oh, well I'm sorry for your loss. She must have been a great woman because she raised such a thoughtful son."

Jopling's blush deepened, although the guilt in the pit of his stomach started to rise. He knew she wouldn't think that if she knew he killed people for a living and did the shady bidding of the dirty rich in Zubrowka.

And if anything, his mother would be ashamed of what he became. But the money and power that came with this new position was just too inticing to not fall into the dark underbelly of his once promising investigative career.

It was that sudden guilt that made him walk away without another word, although you stopped him before he could get far.

"Where are you going, Monsieur?" you softly said.

"I was gonna leave you to eat," he quickly answered as his deep conscious kept telling him that he didn't deserve you.

"Oh," you softly replied in a sad tone. A tone that broke his icy heart.

"Unless," he started as he looked back at you. "You want me to eat breakfast with you."

"Yes, that's exactly what I want. I don't want you to eat alone."

"Okay, I'm gonna go get my food," he said before leaving to fetch said food.

Alone, you took another look at the delicious food before you and gently took a piece of the crepe.

Your fork was decorated with the wrapped piece of pancake as well as two blueberries on one prong and two strawberries on the other three.

Your eyes reveled in how nice it look again before it was placed on your tongue, chewed, and finally swallowed.

A satisfied hum left your lips before you dug in some more. You were in delectable heaven as you munch away at half of the crepe.

And it was quite the sight to behold for Jopling.

He hadn't cooked for another, let alone a woman, for so long. So seeing you enjoy his cooking brought another smile to his lips and deep blush to his cheeks.

"I'm glad you're enjoying your breakfast," he said to get your attention.

You jumped but then smiled at him after swallowing another bite of crepe.

"Yes, it's delicious. Thank you so much."

"You're very welcome," he said before he joined you in bed with his own tray of food. You smiled at him after he adjusted with the tray in front, then kissed his cheek.

He kissed your cheek back then began to eat his crepe.

"Mmm, I really impressed myself with this breakfast," he bragged as you giggled and leaned against him.

"How did you know I liked sunny side up eggs?"

"Lucky guess," he replied. "A very lucky guess."

You laughed.

"Monsieur, you spoil me," you chirped. "I could get used to this."

He laughed.

"If it meant having you in my bed, I would make breakfast for you every morning."

"Then I would oblige. After all, I would never reject the offer to be in your bed," you playfully said. "But I need to have my own clothes...because I totally didn't think of that before I came here last night."

"You can wear some of my clothes," he quickly suggested. "I think you would pull off most of my threads."

"Oh, Monsieur," you started with a deep blushed face. "You're too kind. But I accept. Thank you."

"Of course."

[vaguely-concerned]

the strength it must have taken for illario to not immediately go full 'lmao since when have you even had a kiss hello lucanis' sibling violence mode during the café talk. inspirational. rook and lucanis really were doing all that right in front of his salad huh

[gongyussy]

you think YOU had a bad day at work?

bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera

[salamispots]

something something giant isopod sharing is caring pass the detritus

inprnt

[fellthemarvelous]

Deny. Defend. Depose.

It is clear to those of us that live in America, the only people we truly have on our side are ourselves. The ruling class has made it clear we don't matter to them.

Luigi Mangione was arrested and happened to have every single piece of evidence on him that law enforcement was looking for, including the parts for the ghost gun, inside his backpack (that he also got rid of in Central Park containing the Monopoly money???). Either he was trying to get caught or that evidence was planted. And when he was being forcefully pushed into the jail, he hollered back to the press about "injustice" and "being an insult to the intelligence of American citizens and our lived experiences."

The people have now turned against corporate America and the CEOs and billionaires are fucking terrified. Nothing the news stations are saying to us are changing our minds. The American people have finally united over this issue and there is no going back for us. Whoever did kill Brian Thompson (and theories abound on the game The Adjuster is playing because no one plays Monopoly alone) exposed the very real divide that exists between every day citizens and the extremely wealthy. Things were easier for them to control when they were able to divide us, but now that we are aware of how uncertain our future is in America and seeing just how little we matter to the people who take our money, we have realized that we have more in common with each other than the people who control every aspect of our lives. We are waking up.

There isn't one person in this country who hasn't been a victim to the predatory scam that is private health insurance. Medical debt is the leading cause of bankruptcy in America, and many of us are one ambulance ride or hospital stay away from homelessness. We all know people who have died because the insurance company denied them the treatment they needed or waited until it was too late for an approval of a medical claim to matter anymore.

Recently, I decided to be tested for autism and ADHD. Not life-threatening or anything, but my life is still in shambles and I want to know if I'm going untreated for something else. Before being tested though, I was informed that the insurance company (Aetna) has said that they were going to cover the full cost of the testing I was having (which was six hours of testing by the way). She even made sure several times that they were, in fact, going to cover it in full and they said yes.

The same day that Brian Thompson, CEO of another horrible healthcare company, was murdered in broad daylight, I received a call from that doctor's office with the woman telling me that Aetna was now telling her they never agreed to cover my testing and that they are going to bill me for $1600 (where the hell am I supposed to get that?) and she is fighting them, but considering our lives don't matter to the people who tell us what healthcare we are and are not allowed to receive, I don't think they will feel compelled to change their minds because they are bloodsucking parasites who only care about lining their pockets while I don't even have $6 lying around, let alone $1600!!

Corporate America leeches off our taxes. They take and take and take and we see nothing in return. They raise prices on insurance coverage and then deny us the very coverage that we pay for. They poison our food, price gouge our poisoned food, and then force us to pay for the treatment we get when the food makes us sick. Corporate America profits off of our hard work, our taxes, our health, our lives, our deaths.

I don't know if this will reach a larger audience or not, but I wanted to talk about it on Tumblr because this platform seems to be a crossroads for every type of creative soul. I initially brought up this idea on TikTok earlier, but I want to see if it can get traction in other places as well since I have fewer than 3,000 followers on TikTok (and I have seen a small few express interest in my idea in the hours since I posted the video.)

We're busy being lectured by politicians and the news media because while they are clutching their pearls at what happened to Brian Thompson, the rest of us do not give one single flying fuck about what happened to him. As CEO of a for-profit health insurance company, he signed off on denied claims and death for those of us who struggle to make it from one day to the next. The sicker you are, the poorer you are, the more they force you to struggle and pay. The love to deny coverage because regardless of whether we live or die, they already have the money we are forced to pay them.

I don't condone murder at all, but I also don't care that he was murdered because he was guilty of murdering so many more people in this country through legal means because it's profitable. The CEOs are scared and there are wanted posters with their names and faces popping up in places. Every CEO of every healthcare company is guilty of murdering Americans and they continue to go unpunished for it because "it's just business".

So (if you've read this far) all of this previous rambling is to say that I keep thinking about how I want to make an impression. I want to continue upsetting the billionaires and the CEOs because corporate America is full of murderers who are legally allowed to decide whether we live or die based on which outcome will give them more money.

I have thought about the idea of creating a wall/constructing a wall somewhere as an art piece or something (making a statement) that will somehow honor the memory of people who died because insurance denied them care.

I know I definitely want it to say something along the lines of "In memory of those murdered by for-profit healthcare systems in corporate America". Something blatant. Loud. Something they are forced to look at every single day. Somehow. The wall could have images of those who are gone, or names of the person who died with the name of the insurance company responsible for their death underneath. Just something to make it clear that we see them for what they are. Something to avenge those who were sacrificed so billionaires and CEOS and shareholders could brag about record profits. Something that shows the whole world that American citizens are waking up to who the real monsters are.

The Adjuster (whoever he is or is not) has fanned the flames of revolution in America. He managed to unite us in a way I can't even recall before. It's not over. We know what happened to Brian Thompson was just the beginning, and corporate America only just now realized how much we actually hate them. A single shooter has sparked an awakening in America that is starting to snowball into something much bigger.

So if there is anyone out there who might be interested in collaborating on something like this, please let me know. I know we are all tired and demoralized and we have no money. I want to make a statement though, and I love doing that through art or writing. Collaborating with other people who have been through this same shit will also probably help us unite even more.

This is a watershed moment in American history.

In the words of Kanan Jarrus, Jedi Knight,

"There is a future for us. One where we're all free. But it's up to us to make it happen."

[keferon]

The tac net crash chapter is one of my favorites so far~

Ah and. Guess what. I just discovered that including this post, I made 50 pieces of fanart for Mistakes on mistakes until.. I’m so sane and normal about this story can you tell👍

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm back in the Tigers cage again.

(You too can join in on throwing a Rat Of A Man into a Tiger cage by reading Tiger Tiger)

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[crows-king]

Doodled some Gelphie ponies for fun (because combining my unrelated interests is my specialty, and for some reason my mind can't stop thinking about this elaborate Wicked MLP AU)~

More details down below!:

Design Details:

They're mostly based on the movie depictions, with some musical and book characteristics mixed in. Elphie has her sharp teeth from the book, and I can never let go of the height difference of the musical OGs lol. (Although I did draw a version with no/little height difference like in the movie, cuz why not~ I like em' both)

Elphie is part changeling (either half or quarter) from her dear old father, The Wizard. It's subtle, and she doesn't have any changeling powers, but her design has some touches of their metamorphosed designs. Like the slightly curved horn and forked ear tips, etc.

Galinda can be easily described as Short n' Sweet (Available now for streaming). Her horn is short and stubby. She often dresses up to hide her blank flank, which she's embarrassed by.

Pony AU Ramblings:

Like in the musical, not many creatures can use magic in Oz. Unicorns are somewhat rare, compared to the other pony species, and almost all can't use magic. They must learn how under the few who do know, like Morrible, which is still difficult to achieve.

Elphaba is unique in that she was born with magic and a lot of it, though she can't control it. Which led her to be ostracized, among her other unique characteristics.

Galinda is the same in that she wants to be a sorceress and learn magic under Morrible. She's insecure about her blank flank, but hides it under her charms and tells others she'll get it when she becomes a full-fledged sorceress.

Everything about the animal plot is the same. The Wizard is an un-metamorphosed changeling that wants to silence and control animals.

[lazylittledragon]

do any other artists feel like. yeah you're a 'good artist' because you draw things that look nice, but like. TECHNICALLY? you're really not great

i really hate that i can recognise that yes, my art is good, but is it VARIED? is it dynamic?? is my anatomy good? is it full of texture and colour theory? do i know how to do This? can i do That? no, not really. and that's quite painful actually

[moon-light-bow]

I don't know how to explain it, but I think it's SO interesting that Fiddleford keeps the photo of Emma-May and Tate visible on top of his desk to "keep him grounded" (whatever THAT means...), while he kept the photo of him and Ford at BMU hidden in his desk (which he brought with him to Gravity Falls for ABSOLUTELY NO REASON).

I mean, the text doesn't outright say that it was hidden, but considering that Ford had to RANSACK Fiddleford's notes to even find it after living with him for MONTHS....