#the digital handwriting is killing me

[wcvensouls]

checks clock it's officially september 10th for you now which means it is FROGGY DAY ! @ratcode and because of it, you get me ( poorly ) attempting to draw something cute just for you ~ ! LMAO jokes aside, i just wanted to come on here to say that you are a wonderful & amazing person and i am so SO lucky to call you my friend ! the way we instantly clicked and matched energies the day with met means a lot to me and so do you 🥺 this is the first time i am here to celebrate it with you, but i know it's the first of many 💖 we may be far away, but i am sending you a hug & lots of love and happiness and health like you deserve~ LOVE YOU AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY 🥳🎉

[just-hyde]

This art reply by @fuzthecryptid go give them a hug

Translation request by @doinkadoinkk

[ratsarecute4]

This is how Bury the Bully went, right?

[full-time-femboy]

Some Welcome Home doodles I've been working on today and this weekend

Some period comfort bc, OWWWWWW

And Howdy would, of course, be the best husband and bring you snacks and give u a foot massage, just cuz he's the best <3

And finally i made a mob!Kitty for @clownsuu Mob!AU

ft. Luna, who belongs to @lunatheartist22446

Her and Kitty talk shit and drink together (and occasionally kiss)

suggestive joke under cut

poor Kitty, he just wants to smash

[thefunniestguy]

"i feel like i could eat the world raw."

[idiototheinternet]

Ideas for something to draw?

[cabinette]

what if medic falls asleep on heavy and heavy does not move at all the whole time so that medic can sleep comfortably, what then? what if medic dreams about being smothered and snuggled super tight by a huge polar bear whenever heavy hugs him in his sleep, what then?

[fuctacles]

hi!!! congrats on 500 followers!! you deserve them and so many more! i love your writing sm. i will take some more from crazy cat lady stevie 💛

thank you, thank you! 💚 It's a joy to write for y'all. Here's the next 500 words of CCLS(lmao):

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"Here." Steph pushes back the notepad after setting down a string of digits. Her handwriting is small and neat. It suits her. "Feed the little shits twice, today evening and tomorrow morning, water the plant once today. They should be fine alone, but stay with them to make sure they eat their food and, I don't know…" she waves her hand in the air. "Scratch them if they get really whiny or something. Call me if anything's wrong."

Eddie nods along at her instructions.

"Don't worry, I got this. I've befriended Jeff's hateful little Siamese in a day. I think cats like me," he assures her. "We'll be fine."

She puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes.

"Of course you will. I trust you."

This touch and her words are all he can think of while they talk for the ten minutes Steph has left. Mostly her and his uncle, because his brain is running wild while trying to soak in the information they share.

He finds out that Robin lives in Indianapolis with her girlfriend. Wayne isn't surprised by that information, but Steph gives Eddie a cursory glance. He gives his best to show how much he doesn't care she's friends with a lesbian. He wants to scream that he's bisexual but it doesn't seem like time and place for that.

He also learns that Dustin is around five years younger than her and married, and she seems to be both proud and jealous of that.

Eventually, she looks at her watch and makes a distressed noise, before hastily gulping down the rest of her coffee.

"I gotta go," she informs them, standing up. Eddie follows.

"I'll walk you off."

"You don't have to—"

But he ends up grabbing her duffel, putting his slippers on, and opening the door in front of her anyway.

"M'lady." He bows, earning himself an amused huff.

"Goodbye, Wayne!" she says, leaning into the kitchen.

"Have a safe trip!" Wayne offers back, and then they're off, walking down the stairs.

Steph grabs the duffel near the front door, basically prying it away from his grasp.

"Thanks again for stepping in. Wayne is lucky to have a family like you."

To have a family.

"No problem," he assures her. "I wouldn't just help anyone, though. You seem like a good person."

"Thanks." She smiles timidly. Then, she leans in, and brushes his cheek with her lips. "See you soon. Don't kill my cats."

"Uh-huh," he agrees eloquently. The heady smell of her perfume must have dazed him.

On her way out the door, she turns.

"Love your pants, by the way. Though I'm more of a Captain America fan." She disappears after that, giving him one last wave.

He's about to swoon. Gorgeous, queer-friendly, and likes superhero comics? He could fall in love.

But he's not going to swoon for a lady that's at least ten years older than him, and probably still single for a reason. And it goes the other way too.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

vampdrew please :)

WIP Wednesday (11/13) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 198)

"Well, we won't let you go under." Nicky says with a semi-convincing smile before going to get in the car. The others are already in their spots.

"Not without concrete shoes." Neil mutters under his breath. It's just the two of them now. Andrew flicks his cigarette towards the bushes.

"After you, drowning man," Andrew says, gesturing to the backseat. He thinks— no, he knows— he can handle sitting next to Neil tonight.

"I'm sitting between you?" Neil asks stupidly.

"Unless you'd rather be stuffed in the trunk." Andrew says, thoughtfully. "You know, I think you'd fit rather nicely. Want to try?"

"While it would probably be more comfortable, I get trunk-sick." Oh, he’s funny tonight.

"Then get in," Andrew tells him. "We haven't got all night. The place closes at two."

Neil looks a little like he wants to make a break for it.

"You know Neil, I already told these clowns about your secret stash and they took it pretty well all things considered. How do you think the upperclassmen will take it?" Andrew muses. "I think they'd probably demand to know what the money's for. At the very least, they'd be disturbed by the Kevin shrine. I know I was."

"It's not a shrine." Neil says, looking down at his feet.

"Is it not? There were dozens of photos of him in there. Should I go upstairs and get it to show the others?"

"If you break into my room again I’ll kill you." Neil hisses so low the others won’t hear. Oh, so funny. Andrew grins.

"Alright then. Let's go." Andrew once again waves a hand at the car but Neil refuses to budge. And now Andrew's about to lose his patience. "Neil, you're getting on my nerves."

"Well, you're kidnapping me so I think we're square."

"It's not kidnapping. You agreed to this."

"I was blackmailed into it."

"Potato, tomato." Andrew shrugs.

"That doesn't even make sense." Aaron says from the backseat, leaning to look at them. ‘Get him in the car already, Andrew.’

"$101,398." Andrew says, making Neil go still. "Lenses in the color ‘dark chocolate’. L'Oreal Ultimate Black #1. Twenty-eight photos of Kevin, nineteen including Riko because they were attached at the hip. All of this I could sort of understand. But what are the numbers, Neil?"

"What numbers?"

Andrew begins to recite the digits on Neil's coded page and all the blood drains out of Neil's face. Andrew only gets to the second line before he manages, "What the fuck?"

"Yes, that's what I'm wondering.” Andrew asks softly, just for Neil. “Is it a coded message? Was it written by you or for you? It didn't look like your handwriting, now did it? No, too feminine. So it was a woman, hm?” 

Neil's heart is stumbling over itself so Andrew has definitely hit a nerve. He pulls out a jackhammer and continues prodding, hoping to break him.

“But what was she writing? Instructions? A love letter? A poem about a strange man covering up his natural looks? We'll never know unless you tell us, Neil. Let us in on your secrets and maybe I'll let you stay here and hide in your dorm. What's it going to be?"

Neil just stands there, pale in the face with a rabbit’s heart.

“Guys, come on. Let’s gooooo,” Nicky whines.

"Tick-tock, Neil.” Andrew says, moving a finger to and fro like a metronome. "You're going to make us late. I hate being late."

“You know what? I don’t care. And my binder is none of your business so fucking bite me." Neil spits out. And everyone in the car turns to look at them with horror. Neil's got his back to them, but Andrew grins.

"Careful what you wish for, Neil." He says gravely. "Now get in the goddamn car before I put you in it."

Neil doesn't say anything more. Defeated, he climbs into the backseat. Andrew gets in beside him and finally, they start for Columbia. Andre keeps his face tucked into his shoulder and stares out the window, trying to ignore the warmth of Neil's thigh pressed against his own. Stupid weirdo human with his stupid warm blood and his stupid locked-up mind.

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

67: tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin

With GerryMichael because as a fellow tall people I know Michael's hands are unbearably cold from lack of circulation but his face is easy to go red 🥰

Tall people with bad circulation 🤝 office workers working in cold offices

Michael wondered if Gertrude would let him help her kill Elias.

It was only a matter of time. He'd had his eyes wrenched open, no longer blind to reality. He knew who they were working for, and while he didn't necessarily like it, he knew Gertrude hated it. She was not quiet about her criticism, and while he was glad she wasn't keeping him in the dark anymore, it was still quite a thing to listen to his boss openly plot murder.

He didn't care if Elias was dead at her hands- really, the Head of the Institute was just as guilty as the others, and worse. What Michael did resent was the relentless busy work that he was being assigned, probably to keep them busy so they couldn't plot their boss's demise. The amount of incoming statements was so relentless, they nearly didn't have room to put them all. Gertrude was busy with her own plots, so she was no help, of course. And Elias's ever-so-helpful suggestion of "digitizing" the hand-written statements just meant more work for him.

Michael groaned as he flexed his fingers against the keyboard. He was a fast typer, but the statements were usually rambling, and the handwriting nearly illegible. The Eye helped a bit, but that left him with an awful headache at the end of the day, and exhausted beyond belief. He was even beginning to have dreams about the statements, which was incredibly annoying since he couldn't even have a break in his sleep.

The most current annoyance to him, however, were his fingers. He felt like he couldn't warm them up, they were like stiff icicles against the keys, and blowing on them or tucking them against his chest made no difference. Fingerless gloves might help, but he didn't have a pair on hand, and he'd been too tired to knit recently, so he couldn't whip up a pair either. It wasn't enough to slow him down, but it did make his mood worse, and he was more than ready for a break.

"Gerry," Michael sighed, leaning back limply in his chair to watch his boyfriend descend the stairs with a bag of takeout. "My love, the light of my life, the greatest joy, my absolute treasure-"

"That bad, huh?" Gerry grimaced, crossing the distance between them to drop a kiss on top of his head. Michael just groaned, long and whale-like, and spun his chair around so he could bury his face in Gerry's chest. "I'm sorry, love."

"It's awful," Michael moaned, slinging his arms around Gerry's waist. "It's like they don't realize someone's going to actually read what they've written. They don't even try to make it legible."

"Ugh." Gerry leaned over him to peer at the papers next to his computer. "Their handwriting is worse than mine."

"And it's so pointless! It's just busy work." Michael leaned back so he could see Gerry's face. "Next thing you know, that bastard'll have me recording them or something."

"I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job regardless," Gerry assured him, staring down at him with a terribly fond expression. He raised his hands to cup the back of his head, gently rubbing the tension away. "You're too damn good for this place."

"Flatterer," Michael rebutted, helplessly charmed. Gerry just smiled and bent down to kiss him, so soft but full of meaning. Michael kissed him back, feeling all of the tension drain right out of him, leaving him soothed and relaxed. It meant everything to him to have Gerry by his side, sympathetic and caring and exactly what he needed the most. As if Michael couldn't possibly be more in love with him.

And to show his appreciation, he rucked up the back of Gerry's shirt and plastered his hands to the small of his back.

Gerry yelped and jumped away, gaping at Michael incredulously as he fell into giggles. "What the hell?" he gasped, sounding aghast and offended. "Why are your fingers so cold?"

"Because its cold down here!" Michael pointed out. "And my jumper doesn't cover my hands." He wiggled his fingers to prove his point, and Gerry rolled his eyes, coming back to take his hands in his.

"Poor guy," he commiserated, rubbing his hands and bending to breathe warm air over them. "I have some fingerless gloves back ho- back at Pinhole, I'll run over and grab them for you."

"Thank you," Michael murmured, touched that Gerry would step foot back in that place for him. Over the past few months they had been removing Gerry's clothes and personal items and relocating them to his flat, slowly moving him in where he belonged. Michael couldn't help but feel a deep stir of pleasure at the thought, of getting Gerry away from that awful place for good. It's what he deserved.

Gerry knelt next to him, tucking his cold hands under his chin as he smiled at Michael, happy and content. "Can you take a break for lunch? Get out of this basement for a bit?"

"Of course." Without looking, Michael put his computer into sleep mode and guided Gerry back to his feet, pulling him in for a hug. This time, when he cold hands wandered under Gerry's shirt, he didn't pull away.

[hairmetal666]

Steddie Notes BONUS PART

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Eddie wakes up to an empty bed. He’s a little surprised, honestly, since he had his heart set on first anniversary morning sex. Though, based on the smells wafting through their apartment, Steve’s making breakfast, which is an acceptable alternative (plus, if he has it his way, they aren’t leaving the bed again today).

The digital alarm clock on his bedside table is obscured by a Composition Book he doesn’t remember bringing to bed. He reaches for it before his brain registers the red ink dragon sketched on the cover. His hands tremble as he flips it open, but the first few pages are written in his own scrawl. Steve’s handwriting doesn’t appear until 10 pages in and Eddie’s heart stutters at the sight.

March 28, 1986

God, Eddie, I’m so sorry. So, so fucking sorry. I can’t— I’m sorry. I should have been there, I should’ve protected you, I should’ve kept you safe. 

You wouldn’t be part of this if it weren’t for me. Robin and Dustin keep telling me that's not true, that Chrissy was already cursed but. Robin is here because of me. Erica-fucking Sinclair is here because of me. And now you. And you’re dying. And it’s my fault. 

I don’t even know what I’m doing right now, but I can’t just sit and wait, I’d lose my mind. Anyway. You left this notebook in my trunk, and I hope you don’t mind that I’m using it. 

I don’t think I’ve ever been this terrified in my life, Eds.

Please don’t die on me. I can’t live in this world without you. 

March 29, 1986

Hey Eds

You made it through the night. I can’t fucking believe it. I ripped Robin’s shirt when the doctor came in to tell us that you were out of surgery and stable, and then he dropped the bomb that your chance of surviving the night was 40%. Forty-fucking-percent. I guess you beat the odds, babylove.

I’m with Uncle Wayne at your bedside. He threw a fit to make sure I could be here whenever I wanted, and that everyone could visit.

You’ve missed some wild shit, Munson, you’re going to be so mad when you wake up. 

Come back to me, sweet boy. I can’t take this.

March 30, 1986

Made it through a second night, babe. 

I hope you wake up soon. 

Miss you like crazy. 

I keep looking at you in this hospital bed, and you look so fucking small. I hate it. You’re the loudest voice in the room. You don’t just take up space, you demand it. It’s killing me that I haven’t heard your voice in days. And my brain, it keeps filling in things you would say, and I wait for you to speak up, but of course you don’t. It’s a kick to the balls every single time. 

The thing is. 

The thing is that I need you to wake up, Eddie. You can’t leave me. I made up my mind a long time ago, we’re spending our lives together. And it can’t fucking end now. It can’t end because of this. 

And I need you to open your goddamn beautiful eyes so I can tell you how much I love you. You don’t get to go before you hear me say it, do you understand?

I love you. You’re it for me. I’ve never wanted a forever as much as I want one with you. So, you have to wake up, yeah? You have to wake up so we can grow up, have a family, have a life together. 

Promise you won’t leave me, Eds.

March 31, 1986

You woke up, you motherfucker. The doctors kicked me out to look you over and I cried so hard in the bathroom that Robin made El break down the door with her powers. 

Thank you for coming back. I won’t ever let you go again.

April 7, 1987

I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m giving this to you, babylove. It’s been a year. Look how far we’ve come. 

✏️✏️✏️✏️

September 18, 2015

It’s way too fucking early for Eddie to even be awake and he has the day off. Steve asked him to take vacation months ago, didn’t say why, and now that fucker has the audacity to not even be in the house. And like, sure, they’ve been together for close to thirty years, and Eddie knows that Steve goes for a run at the ass crack of dawn.

Still pisses him off, though. 

Eddie huffs down to the kitchen to get coffee started, doing a double take when he sees a familiar black Composition Book with red dragon on the cover. 

He walks towards it slowly because this has been framed on the wall since their first anniversary, way back in ’87, and Steve isn’t home.

Eddie opens it, re-reads the panicked, lovesick notes Steve wrote in the hospital, doesn't bother to fight back the tears. He gets to the last letter and the paper is stiff and wrinkled, like it took water damage. Eddie flips the page, grief already pumping through his veins.

What he sees instead is college-ruled notebook paper, glued in place. It reads:

“I fucking hate this class.”

“Tell me about it.”

“trig. You?”

“Algebra 2 :(” 

A sound escapes his mouth, something between a laugh and a sob.

“Hey man, I'm pretty sure I fucked things up with us, and I owe you an apology. I've always known who you were, but you had no idea I was me...”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re kind of beautiful, Munson?”

“Watch. The. Movie. This is the last time we get high first if this is how you behave.”

 “What are you gonna win me at the fair, Harrington?” 

 “If you’re nice to me, probably something cute.” 

“Eddie…I think I really like you

You’re my favorite person in the entire world

Some days you’re the only thing I can think about

I want to wake up in bed with you everyday

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you

Do you like me? Yes or No”

“What are you doing about Hellfire?”

“Huh?”

“If the game is Friday. Lucas can’t do both.”

“He made his choice.”

“You ever been in love?”

No, but I think I’m falling”

“I love you, Eddie”

All the sketches of the sailor boy and the rockstar are there, even the one Eddie stuck to the poster in his room, though how Steve managed to get that is anyone’s guess.

There are pictures too, Eddie and Max still recuperating in the hospital; Corroded Coffin performing at the Hideout; them holding the keys to the bar, Steve shirtless and hammering something while Eddie looks on, with the increasingly popular bands Eddie booked to play their must-see Friday night slots; Steve on his first day of college and one of him jumping into Eddie’s arms in his graduation gown, mortar board slipping off his head; In the hospital cradling their twin girls with Max giving a weary thumbs-up between them. Shot after shot of their family, their life, their dreams coming true. A scrapbook of their lives together, big moments and small; good and bad. 

Eddie’s crying freely as he flips through the rest of the book, still fucking astounded that Steve is the love of his life, that they’re making a forever together.

Eddie flips to the last page. Stops dead. 

In Steve’s looped handwriting, unchanged since high school, it says:

“Eddie, 

         Will you marry me?”

“What the fuck?” He yelps, standing up fast enough that his chair crashes to the floor. 

He turns and Steve— his reason for being, the man that brought him back from the dead—Steve Harrington, is down on one knee, something silver glinting in his outstretched hand.

“Eddie,” he says, his voice a wreck. “Marry me?” 

Eddie crashes to his knees, shoving at Steve’s shoulder. “You’re such an idiot.”

Steve laughs. “Is that a yes?”

Eddie laughs too, but it quickly morphs into a sob, “Of course it’s a yes, Steve. Of course.”

Hands trembling, Steve slips the ring onto Eddie’s hand. It’s a thin silver band with skeletal hands contorted into an infinity symbol. 

They fall into a kiss that rips the breath from Eddie’s lungs, but then that’s nothing new. When they finally pull apart Eddie asks, “why today?”

Steve blushes and grabs at the back of his neck. “Thirty-one years ago, I walked into Mundy’s class and found a note on the window ledge.” 

“What the fuck.” Eddie’s mouth drops, his heart stuttering. This man.

“Once I figured out you leaving that note was going to be one of the most important moments of my life? I made sure to never forget.”

“Baby.” Eddie pulls Steve in for another kiss. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Steve tugs at Eddie’s hand. “C’mon.”

“Where we going?” 

“The girls will be here in a couple hours, and I have some things I want to do to you before they’re home.”

“The GIRLS?” Eddie shrieks. “How the hell long have you been planning this? Did they KNOW?”

“Since the end of June,” Steve answers without missing a beat. “And of course they know. Everyone knows. I asked Wayne for his blessing.” 

Eddie can’t speak, his heart crashing in his chest as he, once again, thanks whatever entity made it possible for him to have this.

“I’ve been in love with you for over half my life, Eds. I wanted to do this right. You deserve it. We deserve it.” 

He pulls Steve into his arms, kissing him hard enough that their teeth clack, but neither of them care.

✏️✏️✏️✏️

When they come home from dinner, as Steve reaches in his pocket for his keys to let the entire family in the house to celebrate their engagement, he finds a gum wrapper tucked in with the metal. He unfolds it, the words within unfurling in his heart, his soul.

"Thank you for giving me forever, sweetheart."

Edited: check out the full version on ao3!

This is officially the end! I hope you enjoyed this little (long) bonus part. Thanks for reading! 💜💜💜

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[shade-e-e-es]

this is TECHNICALLY an art request but i was looking thru ur art tag and noticed the different lengths of hair Ren had throughout them ^_^ do you have a hair length timeline or anything in mind, or do you just draw him how you feel at the time? i loveee hair headcanon stuff its so fun

I could kiss you tbh thank you for indulging me let me write out what this says cause my gay ass has horrible handwriting + I have notes on things

Weird girl

Teenager: dysphoria begins

S4 Post top/T start: nervous about dog hybrid status. Hat boy (hides his hair length/ears with a beanie)

S5: no longer shy/ got haircut for resistance (After a season with the hermits he doesn’t mind them knowing he’s not a human, Iskall and him gave each other haircuts)

S6: starting to actually care about his appearance (Doc gave him the shades in s5 to me sorry gri)

S7: oops nvm he’s fucked up mentally (Season 7 was a huge mental strain and he stopped cutting his hair)

S8: Hair got singed off a lot by the lava (a bit shorter than he usually likes it)

S9 (start): s8’s ending destroyed him. Had to basically be sent back to square 1 by X. Body was changed including hyper hair growth.

(Basically jumping into a giant ball of lighting destroyed the fake lungs he had to use to breath. X had to basically alter his core code to allow him to live. When he respawned he was basically a ball of hair and fur. This is where the dog legs/paws/furry arms begins)

S9 (current): hair got cut when he was degraded/dethroned. Unsure if he wants to grow it out again or cut it

(When impulse killed him in the final challenge, he beheaded him, including his hair. Dying is very weird to Ren now and it changed his body again, giving him his people arms back. He gets more furry and less furry and random intervals now.)

There’s my hairs for now, I have so many thoughts about Ren I love him so bad he’s so slay to me I’ll draw certain scenes in my head at some point mainly that last one also sorry for the physical sketch I couldn’t be bothered to digitalize the same face 9 times

[archival-cryptid]

Laplace's Angel :)

[ID: A digitally drawn two panel comic of Renee Minkowski and Alana Maxwell from the podcast Wolf 359.

The first panel is a side view of Minkowski, with only her arm, shoulder and lower half of the face visible. Her arm is extended holding a gun, with her hand shown to be shaking. The second panel shows the front view of Maxwell staring down the barrel of the gun. She is tied up, and her head is tilted to the side with a smug expression on her face. She says "She won't. Trust me. Her hands are shaking.".

Minkowski is drawn as a light skinned woman with dark hair in a bob wearing a jumpsuit, and Alana as a light skinned woman with long curly hair tied back in a ponytail wearing a singlet. The room they are in is illuminated in red light.

Beneath the first panel is written "It doesn't take a killer to murder", and beneath the second is "It only takes a reason to kill" in white handwriting, with the word "kill" in red. There is a red blood splatter at the bottom of the drawing. End ID]

[thefanficmonster]

could you PLEASE do some Santi (from food theory) x reader fluff , I haven’t found many ficus of Santi and that man is FINE😩😩

Hello dearest! Your request has made me so happy! I absolutely ADORE Santi and I'd love nothing more than to write for him ❤ Also I beg you to send me any fics you've found of him I haven't been able to find any and it's killing me 😭

Enjoy the fluff hun and feel free to send in as many Santi requests as you'd like, I'm always excited to fulfill them 💌

Being married to Santi would include...

A constantly messy kitchen

And I mean constantly

But that mess always produces something, well, delicious at best and interesting at worst

Tell me what other time you'd be able to try homemade Prime cake

Yeah, that's what I thought

Waking up in the middle of the night/odd hours of the morning to a commotion in the kitchen

Clinking of pots, pans and utensils, opening and closing of cabinets

And you'll be damned if you don't go witness it first hand

It being Santi in his element, charged with a new recipe idea for Food Theory

You're the first person to taste test all his creations and although you've sworn to always be honest with your rankings it's hard to put your biases aside

You two started dating a month before his birthday and at the time you knew very little about him apart from his love for his culinary career

So, strapped on what to get him, you resorted with going with a safe option, something you knew would come in handy

That ended up being a notebook designed specifically to store recipes

Seven years later, he still has it, as well as every single one you've gotten him throughout the years after he managed to fill the previous from cover to cover with his rushed but still somehow tidy handwriting

He refuses to digitally input any recipe that comes to his mind, which is why one of your notebooks is constantly within arm's reach

When you two aren't swamped with work, you find upmost joy just spending time together

It can be the most insignificant things like literally laying on the couch together in silence

That is enough to make your day

But there are also those cute dates you still go on even after years of marriage

The spark never did nor will it ever die down

You two will forever be crazy for one another

You can see how much one loves their significant other based on how many exceptions they make and how many principles they break for them

Santi has always had a strict rule - when he's in the kitchen, elbow deep in the realization of a new recipe, he wants no one in the vicinity

Yeah, well, that rule doesn't apply for you

He's always more than happy to have you around

Even with years of experience under his belt, he doesn't always trust himself with his culinary endeavors

That's where you come in to reassure him

He does still have a hard time accepting help, but he's adapting

He knows he can count on you and you can count on him

That's what makes your marriage so strong

And your love for each other unmeasurable

[rjalker]

The other public domain characters I made while listening to the How To Train Your Dragon books since I can't pay attention to audio unless I'm doing something else, like drawing.

The image descriptions have finally been added two months later because I forgot this post existed as soon as I made it.

all of these character designs and art are public domain because I say so. They'll also be uploaded to the internet archive tomorrow and I'll add a link so you can download the HD versions there. Feel free to download these awhile if you want, though tumblr will kill some of the quality.

some of the colors might look weird because my phone really enjoys lying to me about what colors actually look like, especially purples and pinks for some reason??

anyways you'll also be able to download the lineart for these when I upload them all tomorrow so you can make your own :)

(they are all public domain, I only thought to add that to the image itself after already making some of them)

Cat people

[ID: Seven digital drawings using the same line art, showing an anthropomorphic lion with a short, spiky mane, with different fur colors and designs, against a grey background. The character is shown largest standing facing the front with arms and legs to the sides, then smaller showing the back, with a larger version of one eye in the top corner, and a close up of the front of a lower leg and paw on one side. The first design has black and blue fur, with a cyan mane, a cyan stripe down the spine, and on the tuft of fur at the end of the tail. The belly, most of the tail, and the lower limbs are medium blue, with the torso and face in black, with vertical black lines on the legs, and horizontal black stripes on the arms. The paw pads are cyan, as is the iris, which is surrounded by black sclera. The second design is light purple, with pale yellow stripes that radiate out from the belly. The hands, feet, and tuft on the tail are dark purple, with thin stripes on the ankles and wrists, with one colored in pale yellow. The eye has a gold iris. The rest of the designs have the same lineart, but now also say "public domain" in large white digital handwriting, with a smiley face. The third design is monochrome grey, with sections at each movable joint that looks like mechanical hosing to allow movement. There are joints on the fingers, wrist, elbow, shoulder, torso, waist, hips, knees, ankles, and all along the tail. The iris is gold. The fourth design is like a harlequin outfit, in pink, white, and orange, with an orange V shaped stripe for the belly, splitting half the body into a white torso, with pink paws and half the face pink, and the other half of the torso pink with white paws and that side of the face white. The mane and tail are white with thin orange stripes, and there are thick orange zig-zagging stripes at below the knee and above the elbow. The fifth design has a base color of white, with deep brown markings that form a hollow heart in the center of the chest, with curved lines radiating outward, connecting to a solid heart on the back. The hips have solid hearts on the sides, with more curved lines radiating away from them like a spider web. The face has the center brown, and more lines framing the eyes. The tail is mostly white, but with a large patch of brown towards the end, brown stripes, and a brown tuft of fur on the end. The eye is peachy orange. The sixth design is half black, with blue and light grey stripes, and half grey with black and green stripes, with the tail black with white stripes, and the tuft of fur on the end half blue and half green. One eye is blue with a black pupil, the other is green with a gold pupil. The seventh design is in shades of tan, warm brown, teal, orange, and rusty-red. The Face, hands, legs, tail, and belly are in brown, with a zig-zag diamond pattern for the belly, and blue spots on the face, outlining the eyes, and larger matching blue spots on the arms and legs. On the wrists and ankles are two thin red stripes, and on the shoulders and hips are a blue stripe followed by two orange stripes. The iris is red-pink. End ID.]

Dragons / giant winged fantasy cats.

[ID: Five simple digital drawings of dragons using the same lineart, posed at the end of jumping through the air with the front feet on the ground, the back legs behind it, and feathered wings slightly open. They each have rounded ears, a large nose, and a skinny tail. The first is red with black wings and black stripes down the spine, with tiny black spots, and red spots on the black wings. Above it is another version of the same dragon, sitting and looking to the side. The second is in different shades of blue,with a white belly, and some black stripes on its legs, and wavy squiggly stripes on the wings. Along its back are thin white stripes. The third design is pink, with purple speckles, and bright green and seafoam green feet, with a green face with a dark spot in the center. Above it as a reference is a simple fourlegged alien in the same colors, with a single large eye for a face. The fourth design is greyscale, with a light grey body with white wavy stripes, and darker wings in a gradient from black to dark grey with thin white feather-outlines separating eachcolor. The fifth design is a simpler version of the one before it, but with a red body and only a few of the white stripes. End ID.]

werewolves. including two based on our cats. no one else wanted to hold still enough to act as a reference before I finished the books lol. The last one I'd just started.

[ID: Six digital drawings of werewolves. The first design is a hasty scribble of a bipedal werewolf, standing in a pose like it has just stopped running and is looking back over its shoulder. It has mostly black fur, with a purple belly, chin, and on the inside of its ears. Its wrists, face, cheeks, and tailtip are white, with three white stripes on its torso like ribs. Its eyes are purple. The second image has the design from the first smaller and above a quadrupedal design for the same character, with the same colors and pattern, now on all fours, with a slightly more realistic animal shape, with fluffy fur. Each following design shows both forms, the simple bipedal, and the more detailed quadrupedal. The third design is labeled, "Eclipse", and is made to resemble a tuxedo cat, who is mostly black, except for a white belly, unevel white legs, with the white reaching higher on the hind legs, and white on the chin and under one eye, with yellow eyes. The fourth design is meant to match a grey tabby, with grey fur with darker grey spots, a tan belly, a light grey face, and a very dark stripe down the spine, forming stripes on the tail. It is labeled, "Kairiz". The fifth design has dark green fur, with black and grey stripes down the spine and on the legs, with a white belly, and bright yellow eyes. The last design is teal, with tan on the shoulders down to the knee, where it changes to darker tan, like wet sand. The eyes for this design are not colored in. End ID.]

[leftistfeminista]

FOR THE ATTENTION OF THE FOLLOWERS WHO ARE INTERESTED IN PHILOSOPHY

Prisoned writer Leyla Atabay sends us the philosophy writings she wrote in prison under the title "Bottomless Well of Philosophy" in chapters of her handwriting.

We are also trying to bring to you every precious, laugh or think-provoking episode that we transmit to the digital environment with the cooperation of Literature Garden.

You can read a new chapter that we received before the holiday from the link below.

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You can write a letter to Leyla Atabay and offer your opinion/criticism/contribution about her articles.

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TYPE L PRISON ALANYA - ANTALYA

"After these last words of Yayla, I closed my windows to the world to dive into the philosophical depths. First of all, I had to get rid of my mouse phobia. I asked for mercy from philosophy. The solution was there. Everything started and ended in the mind. I had to say "There is actually no spoon" and bend the spoon first, then say there is no mouse and kill the little mouse. I had to hold it by its tail and throw it. When I reached that level, I showed Yayla a real mouse that I held by its tail and said, "Do you recognize me? I am the woman you scared with that pink sponge!" I could say and throw it towards him.

I mobilized my mind to realize this very cliché dream of mine. Being, substance, appearance, subject-object, truth, time... could wait a bit. First, I had to ignore the existence of mice with a Berkeleyan approach. But even though I was a Berkeleyan, the mice were not. Even though I ignored them, they saw me. Even though I ignored them, they ignored themselves. When I closed my eyes they disappeared, when I opened them they were there again. Since Berkeley says "to exist is to be perceived", not only me but all the people on earth had to deny the existence of mice, which was harder than letting a camel jump over a ditch. Yes, they were there, even though they disappeared when we turned off our senses. The best thing was to unleash Schrödinger's cat on them! But what could a cat do if it wasn't known whether it existed or not, whether it was alive or dead! "