#AND WE GET TO DO MORE TOMORROW!!!!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

pros of doing Physical Labor: i feel like a real person! i accomplished something!! it was rewarding work!

cons: Ow Ow Owie Ow Ouch Ow Ow Ow

#also cons: im a fucking dumbass and did not eat like. Anything #before doing uhhhh 6-7 straight hours of intense box-throwin' dolly-totin' heavy-liftin' #but hey! we stayed hydrated! #and we got a nice dinner to reward ourselves #also because we were both lowkey dying but yk yk #nah im kidding it wasnt that bad #we were both just exhausted overworked and nauseous #AND WE GET TO DO MORE TOMORROW!!!! #though this time we Know Better. we will Consume Energy before Spending It. #im very not excited #i want to lay on the floor and dissolve #absolutely unprompted #BUT!!! aha!!!! another pro!!! #despite my arms feeling like theyre about to pop right off at the socket #i got Art Motivation #i Scribbled! the ideas Flowed! #i only did like two things tho #one of which i will finish coloring tomorrow #the other will be queued #yall are getting some laughingstock in the morn' #a crumb.... i hope its tasty #the Spiteful Motivation after a full day of not being able to scribble is unparalleled #like HA! HAHA! YOU COULDN'T KEEP ME AWAY FOREVER!! #now if yall will excuse me im gonna answer One ask. go eat some leftovers. and pass out #i have so many bruises... so many.... everything Aches <3 #wish i had some Special Gummies rn smh

[transmascissues]

gay trans men: isn’t it fucked up that so many cis gay men proudly talk about how disgusting they think our bodies are, get violent when they realize they were attracted to one of us, push us out of community spaces because they don’t think we belong there, invalidate the orientation of the cis gay men who enter into relationships with us, accuse us of raping the cis gay men we’ve had sex with, aggressively misgender us and make assumptions about our bodies, act like their personal lack of desire to be with us means we must be fundamentally unattractive and morally reprehensible, and generally treat our existence like a personal attack worthy of a violent response when all we’re trying to do is exist?

those cis gay men & their friends: oh my god, you’re literally trying to force your disgusting female pussy onto gay men! this is conversion therapy! you’re a predator and a rapist and you deserve to die!

gay trans men: …we literally do not care if you have sex with us. nobody said anything about that. a lot of us are t4t, asexual, and/or already in a relationship, and the rest of also don’t want to have sex with you that badly because we would much rather be fucking someone who actually likes us; this has never been about who we personally want to sleep with. we’d just really appreciate it if you could treat us like human beings and not actively try to make the gay community hostile toward our existence. you don’t have to be attracted to us, just don’t be awful to us? and maybe, once you have that part down, ask yourself why you were so quick to assume a subset of queer people are all violent predators?

those people: HOMOPHOBES! EVIL GROSS FETISHIZING RAPIST HOMOPHOBES!

#it really is like talking to a brick wall. an aggressively bigoted brick wall #i promise none of you are such spectacular lovers that we’re going to those lengths to fuck you #the more mad we make you the more likely it is that none of us would touch you with a ten foot pole #like. ​me and my five year committed gay relationship do not want to fuck you #and even if it ended tomorrow. i still would not want to fuck you personally #bc i 1) am primarily t4t. 2) have fucking standards. and 3) have no interest in fucking people who don’t want to fuck me #this was never about wanting to get in bed with you #we just want to exist in peace #transandrophobia #transandromisia #transmisandry #virilmisia #virilphobia #anti transmasculinity #transmascphobia #trans men #transmascs

[b4kuch1n]

sunstroll

#pokemon #swsh #rival hop #professpr hop #communication coming thru from the 32 degree C midday land #it is. kind of summer. not really but its at the door #gods. disgostang. time to draw in orange #Ive been chippin away at this one while drawing the comic so I dont like. lose my mind #and now this is done! and the comic has three pages left!! #I am Going to Do It tonite. I am Going to Get That Shit Done #tomorrow there will be sad monster for ya #but for now. theres hop in more clothes. bc I really do not give him enough #coloring this one was a Challenge lol... I got too used to the kind of color aggression goin on with leon #hop has more harmony goin on in his vibes so I had to pull some weird plays for this lmao #and then everything still ends up hypersaturated bc. well its me. this is just how I am #but I'll take it!! it was pretty fun once I sussed out a way forward. coloring is always a Time #have a good day! wish me luck! boy oh boy we sure have an evening in front of us

[ryonello]

funky little frog guy !!!!!

#overwatch #lucio #lucio correia dos santos #my art #new print for this weekend!! #wanted to get more done but iont have the juice ........ we shall see if i can catboy cypher #but its my bday tomorrow :3 #so i will be VIBING #and hanging out with my boyfriend #hehhhehhehhehhhe #HOPE YALLRE WELL!!!!! #mwah

[tame-a-messenger]

UUHHH GUYS!!!?

I SWEAR, If Angela isn't in this... (unrelated to the picture lmao)

#lets just say ill be gone.... for awhile #Smoshblr #smosh #damien haas #olivia delaurentis #Syd Heller #MUSICAL TNTL TOMORROW!!!! #I CANT wAIT #🤞🤞🤞🤞plz let angela be there! PLEASE🤞🤞🤞🤞 #OH GOD I CANT FLIPPING WAITTTTT #WE"LL PROBABLY BE GETTING MORE DAMANGELA !! #BROOOO WHAT IF THEY DO A DUET>??????? #I WOULD DIEEEEEE

[zeb-z]

I’ve made a billion fucking drafts and can’t find the words to talk about cellbit and bagi from today. how the fuck do you explain the intricacies between a brother who has lived a life that has sharpened him to cut what he touches, and a sister who had to live with his absence? a man who has to see the childhood he never got to have whenever he looks at the woman he now knows is his twin? said twin who cannot understand why her brother would be anything but glad they are reunited? how do you get across that tangled mess of emotions cellbit had to get him to burn his old pet worm? the paradox of longing for what could have been while desperate to get rid of any reminder, with a healthy dose of paranoia that anything could be a federation bug. or the pure devotion bagi has to decide to stick with her brother even though he is not close to the same as he was when he went missing? the unfairness of it all, of cellbit being taken and made into a killer before he turned 14, of bagi looking for him at the detriment of her own safety and self, of ripped up childhoods and everything that could have been? the fact that the first thing cellbit asks is what he could have done to deserve it? the disgust he holds for himself for what he’s done, and the anger he has for the federation that’s taken everything from him, and the resentment he has towards bagi no matter how unfair it is because she never had to go through what he did? how after bagi swore to help him burn the federation down, cellbit went to bad instead, because bad was there and fought alongside him, and he trusts bad because he’s seen him at his worst, and all he feels like doing is his worst right now? the two of them so similar still because they’re consumed by their need for revenge, while bagi just wants to leave the island? how the fuck can you summarize all this and the emotions that accompany it?

#adding this here a lil too late but bagi’s own resentment because she’s been looking for years and he’s been doing nothing even though he #doesn’t remember #like great! you put more childhood trauma and the feeling you get coming home to a place that isn’t home anymore in my minecraft rp :/ #like. fuck what do we do with all this??? #there’s such a specific visceral anguish around ruined childhood and knowing that things will never be like the good old days again yknow? #especially when said childhood ruiner is ‘I was taken from my home and made to fight in a literal war’ like wtaf #or when it’s losing a sibling and missing them like a lost fucking organ #sorry if this is too train of conciousness I’m tired and word vomiting and emotional at all this pfkdjfjs #idk I have thoughts I cannot verbalize about this. tv static in my chest #all this lead up to tomorrow where Cellbit will finally meet hatsune miku #mcyt #qsmp #cellbit #q!cellbit #bagi #q!bagi #q!bbh #z speaks

[thehappiestgolucky]

Seeing this around makes actually wanna do one myself as well

Hey Rain World Fandom, you should totally reblog this with versions of your Rivulet (anthro, normal scug, human, yknow the drill)

I wanna do a silly doodle even if it takes me a while

EDIT:

Damn that blew up quickly, like I said, won’t be taking any more rivulets now but thanks everyone who’s sent in their funny lil guys!! They’re all sopping wet creatures I love them

Sketch time-

#rain world #rw rivulet #rivulet #i think it’s fun i wanna do one as well #can we get a collection for each kind of scug? (<- hopes rivulet hasn’t been done already) #yes i’m known for hollow knight but if this becomes fun i might do some for hk as well #you have like….10 or more hours. basically until tomorrow morning for me

[sagau-my-beloved]

Death At The Hands Of A God

Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you die/are killed (by Venti), angst

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It seemed as if the rain was particularly heavy, almost unusually so as it fell in sheets, occasionally catching the light of the moon, making it look no different than strands of silver.

That should have been a sign, the rain, the fog, the agitation of the weather. Mondstadt hadn't faced a storm this bad since before their current Archon, even the winds of Dvalin paled in comparison.

Venti was so ignorant not to pick up on the clues laid out before him by his own nation as he trudged through heavy rain, his bow at the ready and a sinking feeling in his chest.

He would never say he disliked the rain, despite what unpleasant memories linger in the back of his mind from those times. But everything carried a harsher weight when was faced with his current task, one assigned to him by no other than his creator.

Venti stopped to rest a moment, leaning against a tree for partial coverage, though it did little to shield his already soaked clothes. He felt something heavy and unpleasant in his chest as he reflected on the situation, an unshakable sense of wrongness, one that clouded his mind and dulled his senses. You were what he was after, you who posed a threat to the divine order simply because of your face.

He thought back on his creators’ honeyed words, a sickeningly sweet tone that he had never heard them use before, not that they very commonly addressed him at all, which made this particular summons out of place, a mixture of excitement and worry bubbling in his chest as he walked through their temple. To kill someone impersonating them, that is what they ordered him, hinting at the possible consequences his nation may face if he didn't comply with the utmost enthusiasm, the threat of which rang particularly loud when faced with what they had done to other nations in fits of anger.

He knew deep within him that this wasn't remotely justified, that he might as well be punished alongside you if the crime was simply stealing a face. If only you chose to look like another human, or even an Archon, he would have taken your mimicry of him as a complementary. But alas. Those feelings were pushed down and covered by the vow he made to his nation, one born of nothing but love and a promise for a brighter future.

Venti had considered alternatives, confronting you with your motive, begging you to make yourself scarce, making his own judgement on your reasons and framing his response accordingly, but those were all fleeting thoughts, quickly pushed away as soon as they arose. He couldn't get attached, he couldn't afford to think of you as human, and he certainly couldn't afford it getting back to his creator that he failed them.

He had heard about your existence from other sources, apparently being so bold as to walk directly into Mondstadt. You weren't met with pitchforks and torches, his people were more civilized than that, but the hostility was as sharp as a knife. You had left of your own accord after having no luck obtaining food or a place to stay, he had only heard after the fact from gossipers drinking late into the night, the faces of which were forced into his mind as he once again thought of his creators’ threat.

Venti was pulled from his thoughts due to a subtle noise, one almost unnoticeable through the heavy onset of rain, but it was there. A branch and a pile of leaves, something big enough to break them, and no one in their right mind would be out in this weather, except...

He swallowed what little apprehension he’d not already buried, reverting his mindset to something it had been five hundred years ago with the quick draw of his bow. The Archon saw you in the distance, just as soaked as he was, clothes tattered and foreign, scared. A quick death was the least you deserved, one free from suffering, and maybe your next life would be more forgiving.

He aimed for your head, a clear shot even now, but it seemed the moonlight that glinting off his bow caught your attention as you quickly turned your body to face him in a defensive stance, eyes wide, fearful, as if you could see what was about to come to fruition.

Your mouth moved, only fragments of the noise it produced were carried to him, broken syllables and muffled notes the very wind urged him to listen to.

You had said his name.

Venti faltered before the arrow released, for the first time in centuries, its' path no longer as steady or sure as it had been.

It hit your throat.

Venti's legs were moving before he consciously realized, forcing his body to where you fell, as if collapsing in on yourself, until he could finally see you clearly, drenched in rain and golden liquid, mixing together indiscriminately as they soak into the ground below.

There was a feeling of shock, which developed in his throat first, spreading evenly throughout the rest of his body, as if it were in his bloodstream. He looked at your terrified expression, a pained and now lifeless one, holding only fragments of the fear you felt.

What had he done.

Venti felt himself fall to his knees, hands immediately going to where his arrow lay firmly lodged, feeling for a pulse in an act he knew to be worthless.

"No. No, n-no— no. Please!" His voice cracked as his mind caught up with what his eyes were forcing him to behold.

You were the divine creator, Teyvat's one true God, and he had—

No. He couldn't even think it, the word that was on the tip of his mind carried nothing but pain, anguish and insufferable heartache, the likes of which he hadn't felt, well since...

Without thinking, Venti wrapped his arms around you, laid his head on your stomach, forced his eyes closed, and prayed. For your return, for forgiveness, and if not for any of that, then simply for a form of retribution.

He hadn't realized he'd started crying, tears and rain alike falling from his face onto your form, pooling at his eyes until the world around him became harder and harder to see.

The position you both rested in was not unlike that day long ago, forever etched in his memory and resurfaced through reflections.

Was this simple his fate? To find himself holding in his arms the corpse of someone he loved so dearly, over and over again. Was it written in his very being that all good things would be torn violently from him with little care to how it left him shattered, scrambling for the pieces of what little piece of mind he had left.

There was no coming back from this, no form of atonement. He could feel the shackles encasing his wrists, invisibly tying him to this moment, to where you had stood alive moments prior. His days of living freely died with you, forever encased in the space between where your souls had briefly met, and it was no more than he deserved.

It was only a moment later that your body was gone, dissolved into the stardust it was born from, slipping through his arms and carried by the wind that no longer obeyed him. That didn't stop him from reaching desperately, gasping and clawing at the air for what remained, heart in his throat as he begged for mercy, for anything but you depriving him of your vessel even after death.

You couldn't really be gone, not fully, you who so powerfully morphed this world from willpower alone, who disappeared for an infinite stretch of time only to descend again. Even if your vessel may have been no stronger than human, your soul was as old and powerful as existence itself, it would linger on in whatever form it had existed before, watching, waiting.

He would be ready for when you decided to give this world a second chance, he would wait an eternity and more to see your face again and repent a thousand times over, bear any hardships in the time between only to fall to his knees in complete acceptance at whatever you deem an acceptable punishment when faced with your light again.

But first...

It seemed as if there was a loose end to tie up, a deceiver bearing the ultimate sin, one much more deserving of his arrow, and one that would suffer a fate worse than death in your name.

Venti roughly brushed the tears from his face, eyes darkening as he shakily pulled himself from his knees, feeling as if his body couldn't decide between flying or collapsing.

His ‘creator’ would soon face all the fear and pain that was forced upon you, the wrath of a god who had lost everything for the second time, a goal he planned to pursue till his dying breath.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #sagau impostor au #genshin angst #my attempt at imposter au cause why not #I didn't realize there was like no dialogue until editing whoops #kind of set up so that I can do a part 2 where you come back and we get that fun dynamic #don't know if i will tho #also hi #it's been a minute #how you guys doing #school sucks that's how I'm doing #despite that I'll probably be posting another oneshot tomorrow #not as sad thankfully #anyway yeah this was more just a self challenge to see if i could do imposter au without breaking the characterization I've got going rn #luckily he's just so full of trama that i can make constant references to that to help tie things together #anyway lantern rite how we feeling

[skunkes]

going to be trying to fully organize/clean my room soon (maybe) and why's getting rid of stuff so hawrd like what if i really really want to reread thru books i read in middle school someday

#talkys #YKWIM.... #also struggling with everything again #like i could get things that wld make living here easier but all i can think of is how that's succumbing to living here forever #ykwim.... like #in my room there's a desk built into the wall. its too low for me #it doesnt bother me actively but i mentioned it and my mom said we COULD rip it out and get a new desk #but in my brain its like. im not going to live here forever. in my mind i leave here Tomorrow every day #why wld i do that to this house i wont be here forever in. #why would i do that if i didnt think i was going to live here for 10 more years (<- he doesnt know that this is the reality of things) #but i feel this way abt everything #i moved homes a lot #my room has never been decorated whats the point #i like the thot of decorating but will likely be hopping in between apartments for the rest of my life...why bother #putting things up if youll have to take em down...

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I feel like barnabys favorite drink (alcoholic) might be a old fashioned? And non alcoholic mixed drink. Might be a Shirley temple. (Which Is my favorite non alcoholic mixed drink!)

(Of course this is all my opinion! But yea!

he Does feel like a classy guy, huh? but who's to say! Who's. To. Say...

#ohhhh dont say shirley temple thats one of my favs as well.... #dont put that thought in my head... #oh what i wouldnt do for one rn. its been so long </3 #catch me going to the bar and getting one of those instead of Anything else #rambles from the bog #but yeah. who knows maybe he'd enjoy just plain whiskey #a nice Quality bourbon perhaps... #we're probably way off the mark here! #no wait he seems to have a sweet tooth given his hotdog order... as well as a lack of tastebuds... #idk. you know that guy who makes hellish alcohol concoctions in bathtubs. bathtub jungle juice #maybe barn would enjoy That. absolutely absurd concept.... #but as always! what do i know! #lmfao im picturing him swirling whipped cream on whiskey aaslcnjalscnslkd + a cherry.... maybe some sprinkles.... #actually that doesnt sound too bad. hm. #we Do have whiskey i think... maybe ill have some fun tomorrow #nah actually im not a big fan of straight whiskey #im more of a rum guy... maybe ill do that to some Rum...

[kiddokori]

fuck timezones do you know how hard it is to talk to my friends when they have a different sleep schedule than me. i go to bed at 9pm and wake up at 6 to see notifications from my buddy from literally 5 in the morning. thats a one hour overlap of us both sleeping. there is not a time difference between us theres no reason for this shes just sick in the head and im a 75 year old man with a bedtime

#my other friend will be like hey if we’re hanging out tomorrow just call me when youre leaving so i get up #and itll be like. 2 in the afternoon. he’s literally nocturnal #i get a message while im getting all cozy in bed like hey man whats up because i go to bed as hes waking up because its a sick freak. #all my friends are vampires and im an old old man in my nightgown and sleeping cap with my little fuckin candelabra shuffling off to retire #for the evening #we hangout for one (1) hour and i go guys i am so sleepy i cannot do this #and they go nooo olease dont go to bed we miss you stay in the call one more episode pleeease and im already alseep #staying up past midnight is like medieval torture to me. its not ethical its not humane no human being should be forced to face such terrors

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

yes i’m tired and angry at hbo max for not even bothering to give us scraps and yes i’m miserable and jaded about rainbow capitalism but also if we DO actually get a trailer tomorrow the extreme dopamine hit and the flood of endorphins that i’ll get from seeing new footage of edward teach will probably temporarily override any trace of bitterness about being continually done dirty by corporations for like, at least an entire week

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #txt #j #mine #og #edward teach #edward teach born on a beach #if we DONT get a trailer tomorrow then it’s business as usual and im too exhausted to feel any real way about it aside from “resigned” #not getting a trailer yet is by far. the smallest hardship i am facing rn lmao #it would be nice to have a trailer and have something to be excited about but i’ve been coasting miserably for months at this point #what’s a few months more lol #OH AND ALSO i agree with that one post going around about “we’re not doing rainbow capitalism discourse this year” #im only mentioning rainbow capitalism in this post bc im just talking about my criticisms of hbo specifically rn #and how they’ve been ignoring ofmd entirely #like i said in my tags elsewhere tho i will gladly lick hbo’s boots for a bit if they just give me a goddamn trailer

[mystical-one]

WARNING IM GOING TO BE HONEST AND EARNEST HERE. i really unironically unconditionally liked now and then

#like honestly i listened to it 2794288 times in the shower and came to the disgraceful revelation that like. oh my god it is a fucking beatl #es song and theyre 81 and 83 and 37 and 52 and theyre still ON the same song and fuck shit yes i get the solo is NOT georges and it makes me #a little upset but its still done in his memory and his style andthis is PAUL we are talking about and of course he is going to run away #with a project like this and going to do the solo but EVEN then he made the solo with george in mind and tried to emulate his style whether #it was an accurate representation or not they still care so fucking much. theyre the FUCKING beatles releasing music TODAY what the fuck #i will definitely feel different about this tomorrow morning but ive listened to this thing through on repeat since it released and buddy. #who care. like SO fucking much everyone care but WHO CARE!!!!!!!!! OLD MAN BEATLES YAOI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TODAY IN 2023!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #sorry does this make sense. like im a george defender until i die but i could heard his guitars enough to be moderately pacified and #honestly im too tired and excited and emotionally drained to care anymore. tjey tried so so hard to do something and they DID it #i have a much MUCH more nuanced opinion that i could go into. but i dont want to rn🙏🏻 #emi's meandering jotts

[saintirulan]

your girl has to wake up at 7 am tomorrow to go to the penis festival, but she stayed out with random ass people until 2 am 🫨✌🏻 who would have thought socialising was so fun diwjuwbwuq

#shared a fruit & whipped cream sandwich with with a dude and it was SO GOOD. #japan was made for me with all the whipped cream everywhere <3<3<3<3 #and we're like thinking of booking some place for okinawa together during golden week maybe!!! #id LOVE to go to okinawa it would be a DREAM #anyways. tomorrow ill be gone all day probably and then we have lessons from monday and yea #but ill get some more diary entries on here as well if i manage <3<3<3 #also im distraught. i cant figure out if i have an italian accent or not #two guys told me i do not and i was like :( but other people were like i LOVE your accent #can you like decide please i want to know what you all perceive LMAO #also the russian girl from the other day was like. are you getting in tinder while you're here? #like what kind of question is that please 😭 love her tho shes a serious sweetheart. doesnt like dune 2 tho #irene.🇯🇵

[musicalchaos07]

Typical Thursday Night

#HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON #I MISS HIM #BRING HIM HOME #RETURN HIM TO ME #I NEED MORE THAN ONE BLURRY PHOTO PLEASE #... i know I won't get him tomorrow but it's fine #some lmk if we do tho #jonathan byers #stranger things #st 5

[simonsapelsin]

Late night brainrot about how could Omar possibly go from not ever acting before to being so brilliant and natural in a starring role 😵‍💫

#how does anyone even act #and how does he exist #and why does he have too much talent for one person #he should become a vampire so he has more years to share all his talent with the world #maybe he already is who knows #i hope we get some s3 promo tomorrow #im tired #what am i doing with my life