#this is basically only for me and april

[quirinah]

ummmmmmm guys this dungeons looking a little dark here..........................ummmm..... hello??? guys??

[turtleblogatlast]

Mentioned this before but as much as I adore the medic Leo headcanon, my favorite type of it is when it’s basically just Leo knowing the most surface level of stuff and carrying around a super basic first-aid kit in his pack. So he knows how to use gauze, and he’s got a ton of Jupiter Jim branded bandaids, and if you really needed it then he can hit you up with some ibuprofen but other than that? Nothing.

But. I love the idea that that changes post-invasion.

They’re pretty sturdy, all of them, so they can take more than one beating and really only need a bandaid for the fun of it. But the invasion hit harder than ice packs and “lots of rest” would help with, and I can bet that a post being beaten to a pulp Leo would have a lot of time on his hands to reflect and, maybe, learn a thing or two as he waits to get better.

It’s nothing excessive, not at first, but he watches veterinary videos, and live surgeries, and other videos in that same realm (because the books are, uh, a bit too jargon-y for him) multiple times over. Just so he knows. Just in case he needs to know.

In his pack, there’s a first-aid kit. With the use of a mini portal for extra space, the kit has grown to include everything from scalpels to butterfly stitches to sutures to even fiberglass patches.

And obviously the Jupiter Jim brand bandaids stay too.

[calciferstims]

izzy hands big naturals stimboard

with themes of mommy milkers, huge badonkers, and carnal lust!

sources: 🥛🥛🥛 | 😳😳😳 | 🥛🥛🥛

[katsdoodles]

It was fun watching frapollo's face reveal stream :] Didn't expect my funger hot take to get the most flamed, though that's purely on me. Clickbait thumbnail to commemorate the lovely time I had trying to explain away and yap about my beloved.

[Here's the part of the stream I was in] [if link doesn't work properly, it's at 3:52:20]

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

I am so... empty and happy and idk... experiencing withdrawal after that baldur's gate 3 epilogue yall

I can't get over everything around the endgame scenes with Karlach and Astarion (and I mean the "good" endings!), I am literally still processing it days later 😭

Plus Gale being a professor, free of the orb?? Shadowheart being at peace, finding herself and able to adopt the Owlbear?? Her visiting Gale and Tara for tea??? Making her own cider and wanting to do a reunion party every year??? Being invited to lecture Gale's students and bring Astarion too and also stay and chat in his tower??? Halsin gets to be a dad like he's always wanted with all the orphans??? Karlach has hope for a new engine and may return home and might be more than friends with Wyll??? Lae'zel raging her dream, riding red dragons and learning to be more diplomatic? Jaheira being Jaheria and Minsc visiting Astarion much to his dismay (and somehow when he's not with my Tav in the Underdark or looking for a cure lol)?? Just... everyone living their best lives??? All of the hugs!???? My heart is so full the more I think about it but I also want to see it in the game and not my head 😭

Only issue is who gets Scratch??? Where has he been the past 6 months and where is he staying afterwards?? Did I miss this detail??

Basically that epilogue is so so wholesome and hopeful. Got me feeling like this once again

[transmechanicus]

Woke up from my little power outage nap and couldn’t even manage to eat a full box of macked cheese, grad school will fuck you up for life kids, do it at your own risk.

[badpancakelol]

“Have a nice day!”

Eddie doesn’t hope he has a nice day. The guy was a dick and tried to short him on credits, despite being so obviously well off. Like, c’mon, man. Not even trying to hide the Nabooian silk robes? Or the Coruscanti accent? Offhandedly mentioning that his girlfriend was a senator? Just because he works in the middle of a shit ship-port on Tatooine doesn’t mean he’s thick. He wipes the grease off his hands onto the already-dirty rag, but there’s no use in using precious water on a midday clean. Instead, Eddie dabs the sweat from his brow, and contemplates buzzing his hair short again.

Nabooian. Silk. Thousand threaded, cool-to-the-touch, Eddie’s-favourite-colour, Nabooian silk. The guy had to be taunting him. Had to be. In this heat? In Eddie’s port? With his favourite colour?

(Does it matter that it wasn’t his favourite colour until a certain someone had shown him in-colour holos of the fields? No. No it does not).

And then he had some wannabe bounty hunter from his block try and threaten him to fix his ship, which? Hello? Does Mr Blonde Mullet really think that threatening Eddie is gonna make him want to fix his shit faster? I’ll break your hand if you so much as put a scratch on her. It’s not like he can even do anything to hurt Eddie. A broken hand slows down the work, as does a fractured leg, or a black eye, or a concussion, or a blaster burn, or a vibro-wound, or a—

Ah. You get the point. All bark and no bite, and, dank farrik did he have a stupid amount of bark. Enough bark to fill the entire four hours it took to fix his hunk of junk. 

So, really, you can’t blame him for the mood that he’s been in all day (or, you could try, but if your engine takes a little bit longer to retune, or your fuel is a little more expensive than normal, well. Have fun trying to trek your way into the shitshow of the other side of town), when he turns to find the stupidly shiny Naboo royal starship spluttering its way in. Because, seriously? What the hell has he done to the people of Naboo to deserve this?

Eddie thumps his head against the makeshift table, shouts before the ramp has even extended to let whoever-the-fuck out of the rich ship, “We’re closed!”

The sharp click of heeled boots grate on Eddie’s brain, and is only dulled when he watches the way they sink slightly into the ground through his curtain of hair. 

“I don’t need any work done.” Rich Naboo Man says, and— 

He knows that voice.

“I just need a place to park for a little while — I’m visiting a friend around here, actually.”

Eddie lifts his head, peeks up at the person in front of him. The person who is very much Naboo royalty, who is wearing those stupid bright red robes, and the stupid headpiece that he said was too heavy and impractical, with makeup that he said highlighted his broken nose too much, is shuffling out of the starship. His head is held high, and there’s a crease in his brow that’s been the same since they were stupid foundlings with Eddie reading out the aurebesh on the flimsi that their teachers handed them.

No. Fucking. Way. 

“Steve?” 

“Eddie?” His head moves so fast that the jewels dangling from the headpiece almost whip him in the face. And then Steve is shuffling forwards, back straight and face smoothed to a soothing smile, before he’s already apologising. “I’m sorry that I didn’t make it on time. There were duties that I had to attend to, and they ran longer than—”

He bolts from his seat, taking long strides in his ratty grey jumpsuit before he’s caught Steve around the middle twirling them around, because he’s waiting fifty-seven rotations for this. Fifty-seven. If Steve says one more damned apology Eddie is quite literally going to explode. The laugh that Steve lets out is so hearty and so full — warmer than both of Tattoooine’s suns — and, Force, if Eddie has to go another almost-two-months without seeing him, he is quite literally going to overthrow Naboo.

“Hey! It’s okay, Hop. You can put the blaster down.” Steve places his hands onto Eddie’s shoulders and— did he hear that right?

“King Harrington—”

“—Please, Hop, not while I’m off-duty—”

“Steve, the guy ran at you and hauled you up.”

Steve turns around, and Eddie feels like, then. His royal robes create a silhouette of patience and strength, and tower over Eddie, if you count in the headpiece. There is a part of Eddie that whispers how he should very much be letting go of Steve, because his guard still has his blaster aimed at the only bits of him that stick out from behind Steve’s ornate dress. But it’s been so long, and there’s a larger part of his soul that says that he never wants to let go.

“Hopper,” Steve says, and Eddie can just feel the commanding tone of voice bleed through his usual casualness. “This is who I was meeting.”

Eddie lifts his head over Steve’s shoulder, and ignores the small huff he gets in return for the grease he undoubtedly just smeared across Steve’s very expensive, thousand thread Nabooian silk robes. Maybe it’ll finally give him a reason to change out of them. Hopper lowers his blaster, shoves it into the holster with too much and too little force without-a-capital-F all at once. If Eddie was a lesser man he would have snorted. Or, if Eddie was a lesser man he would have let the guard hear his snort.

“This is the guy you’re courting?” “Force, you make us sound old.” Eddie sighs at the same time Steve full-heartedly responds “Yes.”

The guard — Hopper — just pinches his brow and adjusts the hat on his head. “Well, I can’t say anything for your taste in men, but at least he has a respectable job. And he gets paid.”

“Stevie’s still dealing with the Naboo’s Royal Pocket Money?”

“Don’t remind me.” Steve says, moving a swift motion so that he holds Eddie’s hand underneath one of the long red sleeves of his gown.

When Eddie turns to look at Steve, he’s already turned. There’s a mellowed out look on his face that Eddie reads as is your work finished? Let’s clean up and lie around and do nothing but be near each other. And who is Eddie to deny such a request?

“Well,” Eddie says, in all the hospitality that a man from Tatooine can muster, “We best not keep you any longer.”

Hop hums in the way that Wayne used to when he knew that Eddie was just trying to weasel his way out of things. Maybe it was just one of those sixth senses that fathers-who-aren’t-biologically-fathers gain when their children start dating. Or maybe Eddie’s just obvious.

“I can give you a rundown of your ship in the morning. I think you’ve dislodged something in your engine — I could hear it rattling before you even landed.”

Steve tugs on Eddie’s arm, lip quirked up at the corners, and crows feet showing through ornate red and white makeup. “Eds, there’s nothing wrong—”

“Stevie, I love you, but you’re terrible at lying.”

[belovedcherie]

UPDATE NOBODY ASKED FOR I SURVIVED THE DAY (context in tags yippee !!)

[the-physicality]

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[rainofthetwilight]

I have so much math hw I gotta do but I keep getting distracted someone pls help

[lynxgirlpaws]

I wasted all day waiting for a chance to record, seethed and malded for like 40 minutes, and am now finally recording.... And someone is Loud Talking on the phone in the kitchen and it's so loud in fact that it comes up in recordings so I have to wait [and even when it quiets down, I am extremely uncomfortable doing girlvoice talking to myself when someone is not only here, but also in a conversation next to me]

I am so, so normal at the moment

[potatoesandsunshine]

if anybody has podcast recs let me know 😎 got a nine hour drive tomorrow that i'm trying to fill asdfghjk

[collecting--stardust]

Guess who's spending Eid away from home again next year lol

[majorshatterandhare]

You know, if I had a nickel for everytime a podcast has resulted in my music taste expanding, I would have three nickels; which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened three separate times.

[mechahero]

@gazelessmenagerie asked- 👥 What's your take on Lambda and Broly? Aha

fusion meme (old meme, no longer accepting)

Brolda? Laroly? (I don’t know and neither does he)

What relationship are they based on?: He’s based on whatever kind of thing these two have going on. They hate each other and yet, they can’t seem to stay away from each other. It just happened that they quite literally ended up stuck together this time.

Pronouns?: He/Him, refers to himself as “we” and not “I”

How stable are they?: Very unstable. He’s only held together by the Metamo Ring and pure willpower.

What’s their personality like?: He’s bloodthirsty (obviously) and incredibly full of himself. He knows he’s the strongest being around and will not hesitate to rub it in. If he wasn’t capable of wiping out entire mountain regions with a swipe of his hand, it’d be a lot easier to punch him for being a smug asshole. He’s always looking for an excuse to get into a fight, or to start one without much provocation. (Basically, think Broly but everything is turned up to 11 and it’s worse.)

Extra info!

He doesn’t want to unfuse and good luck trying to get him to separate. It’s not just the Metamo Ring keeping him together. I think the Broly part of him would really like the massive boost of power that comes with being a fusion. I don’t know though, that’s just an idea I’m kicking around.

He’s basically a hyper, I don’t know, twunk? But hyper in the bad way? You get what I mean?

His back is all metal. It ends past the base of his neck.

I don’t have any other info so here’s some concept art!

Here’s a piece of concept art from when I considered making him a Potara fusion. He’s still a bitch though.

[goldieclaws]

So I'm thinking I might put my comic on an indefinite hiatus once it has exhausted its current pages (which will be only 2 by tomorrow) bc I started this comic well ahead of schedule (the original intention was to have a backlog of at least 15 pages, but I started uploading it when it only had 4 bc I felt pressured to do so) and it keeps making me anxious to keep up, and ofc I hate that.

I will work on said backlog as well, I do genuinely want this comic to be finished, because I'd feel more comfortable having 10-20 pages (which adds up to 100-200 days bc of my upload schedule) as a backlog than a measly 4 (and it COULD have been 10 during a month hiatus I took between chapters, but my depression said Haha. No).

In the meantime, my current focus, for now, is making a platformer game in Unity about a young dragon going on an adventure to see their grandmother bc I want the coding practice to make ANOTHER game that is 2nd in line behind this one.

Here's one of my devlogs from when I started adding in my own assets (apple, gem, statue) to the game:

My book Blue Bones is currently existing in limbo bc it's difficult to work on it for a few reasons, and I do want to keep the number of projects I'm working on at one time to only 2 bc I am very VERY bad at handling my burnout. Once the dragon platformer is complete though, I would like to return to working on this book. I'll figure out a compromise of actually writing it sooner or later.

So, yeah! If you've learned anything from this post, please GOD manage your projects and expectations or the burnout will go for your throat like a rabid animal. It's annoying and not fun. Work smarter not harder etc etc.