#wish there were rain

[every0letmecook]

Rain.

I wish there's rain in Vietnam the sun's turning me into a whole roasted pig

So have this to refresh

[omegalomania]

the way mania haters talk about mania is so funny they're like "this album almost KILLED fall out boy's CAREER this album lost them SO MUCH MONEY mania FLOPPED everyone HATED it" they talk about it like fob had to sell their kidneys to keep touring on the thing. like. mania? the album that debuted at number one? the album with last of the real ones on it, the song that fans loved so much that they got it certified gold despite the label doing absolutely nothing to support it or push it for radio in the slightest? the album that got fall out boy a grammy nomination? that album? you can call it polarizing if you want but you can't say it didn't do a hell of a lot for an album that had a first single with such an eclectic reception

[weepbly]

i love him i wish he was real

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[0hmanit]

When you think about it the memory crypts by concept alone are like a graveyard, and the cabinet beasts are like some kind of tombstones. Lifeless tissues manipulated to contain the memories and experiences of beings far gone, in ways that we are unable to fathom. Well the last time I checked graveyards didn't have giant scissor birds protecting large plant like beings with the qualia of the deceased, stuck in cabinets. But there is still a comparison to make, like graveyards the memory crypts are a grim and dark mark on the world, a constant reminder that even the cycle is not eternal, since the ones once roamed the world found a way to depart from it, leaving stories and memories never to be experienced again, inserted into bio-engineered tissues purposed to this and this alone. Perhaps the cabinet beasts vividly dream of it, the same life over and over again, but I highly doubt it. They are like the physical bodies of those who ascended in a poetic way, since while ascending there isn't a body left behind, but their earthly possessions are. Maybe it was their way to store memories of specific individuals, knowing well after ascending that only their superstructures and the leftovers of their civilization will be left, a general look on their culture and accomplishments as a civilization but not enough detailed about their day to day lives. So they left physical traces that are even not part of their own, with the memories of faceless individuals, in hope to bring their memories to rest but not entirely forgotten, placed in grey boxes scattered around, like tombstones. Buried under the shadows casted by one of their greatest achievements, where they used to live before.

[katiekatdragon27]

Me when I have Rain World brain rot but I use (custom) Rayman skins for gameplay and I have baby Minimus in one game and baby Rayman and Globox in another.

So the answer is more Ray World art lol.

Also, I want this to be my response to people asking, "Can you draw anything other than teensies?" Like, yeah, I can *sweats while drawing slugcat teensies instead*

Minimus is a tough leader and hunter on the surface, but in reality, he's just a cuddlebug friend who is unaware of many things and forgets boundaries on occasion.

Goth is a young, skinny, small, malnourished scug who's body physically can't withstand a lot of pressure (thanks dying and Rubicon), so this is very painful for him. However, he does like the physical contact, so he keeps his pain squeaks to a minimum (usually to his detriment).

He'll... probably be fine, I'm sure. He'll just respawn next cycle no biggie.

Progress photos below cut:

Have a good one, and feel free to ask any questions :)

[nyaskitten]

Ma'am please I love you so much I will do literally every single thing you ever wish for you are the most gorgeous angel in the world I love you.

[theduckseeksduck]

Femstiel

[daily-slugplush]

NOO SLUGPLUSH BLOG TOO BROKE TO BUY SLUGPLUSHIES.....

i will spread the news tho chat the downpour plushies are back in stock

except spearmaster apparently ?

[himetarts]

Farmer / Sterling commission! ❤ 🎀🌷

[maiios]

What do the iterators do in their freetime? do they have any hobbies, like drawing or singing? -star anon!!

part (1/2) - suns & moon

yes! they have multiple hobbies they enjoy to pass the time :]

[museenkuss]

AUGUST. the scent of blackberry bushes. rustling pages at the library. stifling humidity. the caffeine-thrum of sweetened black tea in the early afternoon. unread messages. stealing threadbare old shirts to sleep in. rose bushes dripping with scent. smudged ink. the awkward weight of an umbrella you might not need stuffed in your book bag. sticky thighs. reading in bed at night while rain is pouring down. freshly baked plum cake. a restless hunger for change.

[icewindandboringhorror]

examining a seemingly normal image only to slowly realize the clear signs of AI generated art.... i know what you are... you cannot hide your true nature from me... go back where you came from... out of my sight with haste, wretched and vile husk

[exasperatedoctopus]

I wasn’t gonna talk about this, but it’s been bugging me so here we go.

When Kira is talking about why she wants to arrest the cardassian who ran one of the most awful labor camps during the occupation, in English she says it’s to get satisfaction.

In French she claims it’s for <<soulagement>>. Relief.

I think I like that better.

[clerichs-xi]

hi g,uys iforgot to post here. i miss them head in hands

[videogames-i-wish-were-real]

Videogames I wish were real #86

An open world survival game set in a desolate world where the only food and resources left grow on colossal kaiju beasts (imagine Godzilla with a forest on its back. Also, I know what you must be thinking: wait, if it's a desolate world what do kaijus eat? Well, they get their energy from the sun and sometimes if they get a craving they eat other kaijus). After a kaiju dies, the resources they were sustaining quickly degrade, so the best bet is to harvest resources from live kaijus. The best way to do this is to climb the kaijus, since their skin is thick enough not to notice a thing. No two climbs will ever present the same challenges, since there are many types of kaijus, and you never know what might happen: it could start raining, or some of the creatures living on the kaiju might see you as easy prey and attack you, or the kaiju could decide to run, sit, sleep, or even fight or fuck another kaiju. Once you manage to climb on top of the kaiju, you'll need to gather resources: wood, fruit, plants, flowers, mushrooms... instead of forests, some kaijus might have rocky formations full of metals and minerals on their backs, or other types of biomes. The only animals that are still alive on this world also live on the kaijus, so if you feel like hunting, you can also take out your bow and arrow or your handheld weapon and get some fresh meat or hides. Once you're done gathering resources, you can take out your glider and fly off to safety... although, in a world populated by kaijus that love to fight each other, safety is always relative.

Similar media that actually exists: The Wandering Village (a game suggested by @thebazilly), The Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi (the book that partially inspired this post)