#which is a goal i have for 2024

[takethistoyourstardust]

gonna do a fun new thing called Limiting Screen Time <3 not really but like. just giving myself some dedicated time AWAY from computers/phone i think will help with, if nothing else, my god damn sleep schedule which has been in a fuckin disarray for the past few. years.

[misstoodles-doodles]

Safe & Sound 💙

I just really wanted someone to give Echo a blanket so why not let it be Rex

Closeups T-T:

Bonus Doodle:

[larrylimericks]

30Jun24

Cos the footy match wasn't on view, One festival set made the news: A telly on trolley (Rocks carried by Oli) — Hail the new God of Glasto: our Lou!

[novelconcepts]

Drawgust day 31: portrait of the disheveled gay artist; unsteady as fuck, but still breathing

[54bpm]

Incredibly Official and Professional Hiatus Notice

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Jinn-Bot of Shantiport

set in a cyberpunk Calcutta-inspired city, loosely inspired by Aladdin

chaotic monkey bot who wants to fight in underground mecha/bot tournaments and leave to become a space hero

his human sister, the daughter of failed revolutionaries who has been working her whole life to free their city from oppression and inequality, especially with the recent rumors that their planet is scheduled for destruction

and an old unearthed bot whose function is to observe & record the story of a client who meets the siblings and quickly becomes involved in their lives

and a treasure hunt to find an old and powerful piece of alien tech that has the power to radically change their city

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 11 / 31 * BAKING JOEY'S CAKE 」

October 24, 1985, Twin Pines Timeline

Do you know how embarrassing it is when the whole town knows your Uncle’s a criminal, Mom? It sucks!

It wasn’t your Uncle’s fault, Linda. He got involved with the wrong people a—

And went to jail! Ugh! I can’t even pretend we’re not related because we’re the only McFlys in a hundred miles!

Lorraine sets the eggs down on the counter, wrenching a sigh from deep within her soul as she stares down into the empty porcelain bowl. Somewhere beyond the thinning haze in her mind, a sneering voice asks why she even bothers. Why go through the trouble of baking a cake, only to put the kids through the same song and dance as the last time? Joey wouldn’t make parole—you know that—and in a year, three years, five years, whenever they scheduled the next hearing, they would go through the same hopeless endeavour all over again, forcing her to suffer the looks of disgust and disappointment thrown at her from her kids.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Her and George, the kids—

She dumps the first cup of flour in the bowl and watches it settle.

Finding even a small shred of optimism to combat the pessimistic voice in her head proves a Herculean task and she glances out over the bowl and into the living room, to the backs of the heads of her three children seated on the couch.

Dave turns, catching her eye, and Lorraine throws him a weak smile that he acknowledges with a nod before muttering something to Linda and Marty that she can’t hear over the television.

She would have to try for them.

This will be the year Joey gets released, she tells herself, compounding lie upon lie, building a shaky wall in her heart between reality and this flickering hope because something has to go right for her family. Difficult as it was, she would cling to it, willing God that the news in the morning would be favourable.

That her little brother would come home to their mother's chocolate cake recipe.

Poor Marty hadn’t seen Joey since he was a kid and he adored him, always so full of life and sunshine every time Uncle Joey showed up, bursting into fits of giggles and laughter when Joey would scoop him into his arms and raise him high above his head—she misses those days.

She misses a lot of things, things she fears she never truly even knew.

Lately, Marty just seems—

Lorraine reaches for the glass that’s always there, always within reach—her one constant companion throughout the years—and chugs until she’s drowned every one of those thoughts in liquid fire.

Functionally numb, Lorraine sets to work, burying the last thirty years underneath generous heaps of sugar.

[themyscirah]

Just gonna put this here.

[baellielurk]

attacks i made this 2024 artfight :3 in order of images, the characters belong to: @maripapercat, @adxmanial, ~AHHHHHhhhhhh664, ~M_the_little_mouse, @returnflame, @jules-makes-stuff, @gothoctopus, ~Sarahfox14, @mx-lamour, faun.draws, ~alkanones, @nouveaumoon, DevotedlyStar, ~Faildemon, cute-l0ve

[algenart]

Most of my Art Fights fer First Half of Artfight (1-14).

My first piece and piece for @krtart , Sandydash and a Spire Cat named Brownie.

Nearly 3 pieces in a row for @salmonseelie

A first attack and then a revenge for @gooseeatsholywater / GooseEatsHolyWater

Fellow Beachcats w/ @cozyscarecrow

And an animal-loving wizkid (they/them) from @big-green-wall w/ my medcat Meadowfleck

[red-and-white-and-black-and-gold]

Insane things are happening in Belgium v. Slovakia

[deklo]

hmm. trying to put together my art vs artist for this year and i like. barely drew anything

[tomatoluvr69]

Sitting down to floss and brush my teeth has been lifechanging. On a completely unrelated note how the fuck am I supposed to have this skeleton for several more decades. It’s all over for me lads 😔

[peanutdream]

😎 i finished reading my first book of the year hell yeah

[queer-reader-07]

self control is knowing i want to reread good omens because i want to annotate the fuck out of my physical copy but deciding against it because i have an embarrassing number of unread books on my shelf that need my love too

[here2bbtstrash]

the amount of long-ass fics i have bouncing around in my head 😭