#the queue ate me

[amazingmaeve]

BONNIE BENNETT IN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES | 2.07 “Masquerade”

[bridgeportbritt]

Happy New Year!

Wishing everyone a happy and healthy new year! This has been quite the year for me! Ending with the birth of my son on December 7th! Life has been crazy lately but extremely rewarding! Starting to get the hang of things which allowed me to work on this little project today! It's late in the day but I'm still proud to have done something! A new year's celebration with our couple of the moment - Ella and Eric! Let's see how 2025 treats me and them, shall we?

[fizzytoo]

"I will die a better man with you in my life / I can't wait to tell the world that you're my wife!" (♪)

[stinkrascal]

having a queue is so much fun idk why i didnt do this sooner

[lagomorphics]

wish me luck. trying to render a piece before tomorrow but im not even halfway done with it

[14dayswithyou]

ATEEE

YOU WANT ME TO DIE

My.mengrui got me on my knees I-

HELP

REDACTED I'M IN MY JAPANESE CLASS RN HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME HORNY FOR YOU 😭😭😭

✦゜ANSWERED: HHEHEHEHEHEHE JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE WHAT I'VE BEEN DRAWING FOR REN RECENTLY!!

[atopvisenyashill]

if condal and hess wrote the aegon the conqueror show, what would be the rhaenicent-coded ship there? aegon/orys? aegon/torrhen?

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh now THIS is the question.

see for ME personally, I want desperately for Visenya to have been in love with Rhaenys who is either oblivious/repressing hard like Viserys is re: Daemon or just straight up doesn't return the feelings at all. And we know hess LOVES her girlie pops. BUT I do think there's a lot there for Aegon and Orys - the dragonseed thing, giving Orys an entire region of Westeros to rule over, Orys getting increasingly more violent as Aegon starts mellowing out, I think there's a lot there thematically that Condal really loves when it comes to like, cyclical rot and monarchies I think he would make that one gay as hell. We're never getting a gay Stark imo bc HBO is too far up the ass of the targnation fans even tho that's what we deserve!!

[eueclid]

ásgeirr

[melanodis]

henry and charlie dump for ur consideration.

this is my daughter and her name is um. big ass left handed bear

[supes9]

Rick Astley & Whitney Houston

⮑ She Wants to Dance with Me / I Wanna Dance with Somebody

Finally come back with a new post and it's something quite random. I mean, not entirely random, since it does involve Rick. 😜

For years I have been wanting and searching for a good mashup of these two songs, especially recently, after finding out Rick wrote She Wants to Dance with Me with Whitney's I Wanna Dance with Somebody in mind. Then I kind of all the sudden jumped in to trying to make one up myself a few days ago, and so... here we are. 😅

I didn't attempt to blend the music of both songs together, since that would probably prove to be beyond my capabilities, but I overlapped Whitney's vocals from her song to Rick's song and went back and forth between both vocals to balance it out as much as possible.

I ended up being very happy with the end result and wanted to share it here for anyone else who may enjoy it as well! 💜

[ilbound]

@distortedkilling has requested a story :

Slides a cupcake over to Kaen. Except... it doesn't quite look right. And it's... angulating. A transfigured human, no doubt. Condensed and reshaped into a tasty looking treat. He even added icing and sprinkles!! And if that wasn't tasty enough, the poor soul was sweating... oh, right-- crying. It was crying. For added flavor!

Mahito rested his chin on the table and smiled wide. Of course they'd receive his gift well!

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Long has it been since this god-curse thought to consider the company of own kind ( verily , it shows for the way once-mighty instincts have been smothered & forced dulled , for how brazen brilliance has gone dormant ; for humanity , it says , as if it could ever truly play the part ) .  And one might think the pair of them dichotomous ; opposed , in truth , but it is their differences which has founded a f r u i t f u l accord.  Mahito is … Quite something , if Kaen had to describe him.  In the short time they have known him , he has become something of a LIFELINE , a reminder of precisely who and what they ought to be ( each encounter proves temptation stronger , the favor blessed upon humanity growing further & further distant every time mahito manages to provoke the misguided god’s true nature ) .

This , too , seems just another one of Mahito’s gestures to goad them into returning to NATURAL COURSE ( always so adamant , he is , but isn’t that what a friend is for ? ) .  His smile is met with a suspicious l e e r from the already wary redhead.  Kaen regards him with a narrow-eyed scrutiny before glancing down upon the confection resting between them , writhing and silently sobbing as if STILL LIVING .

Ugh , how unpleasant !

Yet , there w a s a time when they consumed whole the being of man ( soul & all ) ; they are not so innocent as they presume to be , they are not without their violent histories.  And rather than chastise him , they remain remarkably contemplative , quiet , their gut churning not with disgust … BUT HUNGER ( one which has gone neglected for well over a millennia ) .  Something in them , they realize , has already begun to change ( to be restored ) .  So , what would it hurt to finally , after so very long , EAT & BE SATED ?

Still they hesitate , the conflict within an ongoing misery as they tentatively reach for the cupcake and lift it ; that in itself AN ACCEPTANCE .  ❝ Y’really shouldn’t have … ❞ They mutter , giving it a disconcerted look before – in single bite – SWALLOWING IT WHOLE ( oh dear , did they even chew ? ) .  As it settles into the pit of them , the poor thing looks like they might very well be s i c k .  After all , they just decidedly did away with their self-imposed oath to never consume humans.  Reconciling that truth against the sudden surge of queer e l a t i o n and r e l i e f is a difficult thing.  Kaen takes a shuddering breath , expelling it heavily in smoke-cinder , their faux human complexion coming ALIGHT with beaming grin all sharp and sinister as they speak ,  ❝ Oh , wow , that’s not so bad at all ! ❞  See ?  They’re l e a r n i n g .  They lean towards him , burning sapphire gaze flickering with renewed vitality ( like a snuffed flame suddenly flourishing back to life ) , ❝ … Is there more ? ❞  Voice is low , caught between a hum and a growl ; eager , excitable.

[engrm]

in the process of trying to get platinum on s/tellar blade because i love outfits and big ass monsters, so my sporadic replies will be coming in random spurts until i get that trophy.

[solarpunkani]

ahshdjfk do we have the same parents? reading ur tags on the mask post was too relatable unfortunately

lollll god I'm so sorry.

Honestly I am the most consistent masker in my entire family, which is funny because one of my top concerns is my mom's health in all of this, and sometimes she just flat out doesn't wear one when she goes out shopping or whatever. Meanwhile I keep several cloth masks in my purse so I've always got one (lately I've been using the KN95s though, we had a lot more of a stash than I thought we did because the rest were in the garage).

Meanwhile my dad never wears masks. I'll offer them. He doesn't do it. Most of the time he doesn't bother me for wearing a mask, so we'll just go into a Home Depot or whatever, one of us wearing a mask the other just not. Granted, most people around here aren't really wearing masks these days so I'm the odd one out in that regard most times.

But yeah asides from one time, my parents don't bug me about wearing masks fortunately. Of course, The One Time, both of them got on my case about it ('we've gotta return to normal at some point' and 'you can't use them as a security blanket' 'if you keep wearing masks you'll get too used to it to stop' 'they're getting better at curing it' and 'its not going away for a few years at this point are you gonna wear them forever?' were along the lines of things said) was A Time, but here I am still wearing them.

Bonus points because when we went to Thanksgiving a week later and I mentioned it, my Mom said that she didn't mind me wearing masks and didn't agree with what Dad was saying that day. Like she wasn't also saying these things that day.

Anyways this is me encouraging you to keep wearing masks! Honestly I have a whole stash of fabric that I should really make more masks with, so I can have even more options to match with outfits.

[meatriarchived2]

im still on my fuckshit but when i think of cc maria ( by extension also nosy maria but specifically noting the isolation aspect of cc );

can you imagine one day skimming the paper. its been a few weeks since all the commotion knowing your friends' had attempted to come find you but then were chased off. never actually heard or saw any of them, but you know they were around.

but you've been moved from the cells to a mattress upstairs. you're given more freedom, more wiggle room, you're allowed to do things - little hobby-type activities - you're given better foods, you're looked after by the older woman at the other house. the man who took you, who terrifies you still to some degree, slowly doesn't feel like such a stranger anymore, you're right to still be cautious around him but as the days, the weeks, pass by, there's simply a different air about him, and in the shack. lighter, in a sense.

you find yourself growing used to the new daily - the new routine. of waking to the sound of him getting ready for the day, of being left alone in there for hours sometimes, others trailing after him like a duckling, around the older womans' property, helping with an array of tasks. and you worry about upsetting her at first, unsure if doing so will earn a knife to the throat. you listen, you do as you're told, you find some kind of way to co-exist - all the while still, in the back of your mind, there's still a ray of hope,

that maybe, maybe, since the rest of them got away - that they're merely licking their wounds, that they'll get word out and even with all the silence since they had been on the property, there's that shred of hope that maybe? someone will waltz in, guns blazing so to speak, and you'll get out of this hell finally.

that is, until that day - that you're skimming through the paper, and you recognize yourself in a little column - and you realize you're staring at your own fucking obituary.

and in that moment everything seems solidified.

you're never getting away.

there's no point in it.

there's no one out there who are still trying to find you, get you back, bring you home, back to your mothers' arms, back to being an older sister, back to the circle of friends you loved so dearly.

you're dead.

not just to the world, but to those you loved - those who claimed to have loved you, too.

what else do you have at that point? where else do you go, even if you still tried to leave? who wouldn't look at you sideways for the blood that's already stained your hands? for the flesh caught between teeth?

who else is there, except the one murmuring encouragement and praise in your ear?

the only constant you've had in all these weeks? whose words rang true - clearly - that no one cared? that they abandoned you? left you there, didn't even care to make sure you were alive or not? only thought of themselves and got the fuck outta there without confirming if you were even still alive.

[anipgarden]

Shout out to all the tiny little bees that were going crazy this afternoon over my salvias and coreopsises in the flower.

Please slow down a little so I can take iNat photos and know who you are.

[araedi]

// prepare for a spam soon >:) not freed from college for the year yet but only one more essay is technically due before January so I'm excited to get to some fun writing at last!!!