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severias · 4 months
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Bunch of art I've made after getting ProCreate as a Christmas present!!
The 4 first pictures are all the same person I just can't get him to look the same
And the Louis XV is a WIP
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adastra121 · 6 months
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Every once in a while, I think about how MC and Rime’s dynamic is the funniest and saddest thing ever.
Because…MC stole his life. Then his weapon. Then his job. Then his boyfriend. And then, depending how you play it, MC also steals his heart.
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Try very hard not to be somebody that is so simple that they are a literal walking cliche stereotype of a boring fixation and placing their entire identity around it with multiple projects daydreaming and disorders around it to give them comfort to get through a hell of a pathetic small little life, but it just seems to be in my nature.
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soulsilversprings · 10 months
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(*Meets a couple for the first time*) "Damn so which of you is the Ash and which of you is the Gary?"
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boxdstars · 3 months
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i have a flight today (literally on it rn) and the ONLY thing that’s clutch about drawing on my phone is i can work on projects the entire time >:)
also LOOK at my new cardigan it’s so cute
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moregraceful · 4 months
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accidentally invented a new form of no bedtime called 11pm glass of emergency-c + 4pm latte + 8pm cup of black tea + 9pm cup of black tea
#the real question is can i go to church on less than 5 hours of sleep and still function lol#i unlocked my instagram bc church wouldn't stop tagging me to direct people to me for stuff but that meant i had to delete a bunch of pho#tos AND rewrite a bunch of captions for photos i didn't WANT to delete bc i was too mean to random sharks prospects#which is fine if it is u know the anonymity of tumblr but not public instagram where my church won't stop FULL NAMING AND TAGGING ME#''anonymity of tumblr'' i doxx myself on here like 80 times a day in front of more people than i went to college with#anyway my point is i was going through deleting all evidence of politics pens fandom and legal documents and i was like damn#my attitude towards my team SUCKS. i gotta be way less of a hater!!!#what did my prospects ever do wrong besides everything NOTHING. the system is BROKEN. i am sorry i will be so much nicer guys :(#also if u really want to be humbled. scrolling back to 2012 on your instagram and re-experiencing senior year of college. BAD#i've deleted i think everything that would reasonably get our nonprofit status pulled but what a horrific journey it was#two full hockey intermission periods of deleting shit plus another hour at home doing several more passes and then rewriting captions#so that some poor 21 year old prospect randomly searching their name doesn't see me full ass call their teammate cringe#their teammate IS cringe. but i love him. but the nuances are lost on instagram people don't understand these things they take everything#at face value#don't know why i just assigned shakir mukhamadullin they/them pronouns#i think i need to go lie in bed with a blanket over my head until i suffocate#this ALWAYS happens i get too hype about mackenzie blackwood and start listening to selena gomez and then it's like almost 3am and i'm just#fresno oilers.txt#oh and. a friend sent me screenshots of the girl she's been flirting with on a dating app and they are SOOOOO cute#i hope they make a good run of it i really do bc it was SO cute. living vicariously through episcopalian lesbians as one does#but then i was trying to figure out how to edit my dating app profile to dissuade chasers but still honeytrap guys who are tall enough#or athletic enough to pick the tangerines at the top of the tangerine tree. bc i couldn't reach this week#but there were still like god maybe 150 tangerines on the tree. i was like this could be feeding people but i'm TOO SHORT#and my life will be like this. FOREVER#icb the future of this garden is so psychologically burdensome that i'm having to build it into a dating app profile lol#well now that i'd treated this entire tag set as twitter for and hour and a half#time to go try to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and then wake up in [checks notes] four hours
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yourqueenb · 6 months
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Ok I know we’re focusing on Mal rn, and I’m happy about that. But this right here would’ve been a great moment to give MC a chance to speak on how holding the team together affects her since he just commented on how hard it is. Like now you have a bit of an idea of how she feels, but you still don’t know the half of it because she had to come back, pick up the pieces, and rally everyone together again AFTER being kidnapped and held captive.
And I get that MC being gone was hard for Mal, especially since he’s my LI. But he still ultimately got to move on and pursue something he’s always wanted to do. Meanwhile MC went from saving her brother to saving the world to saving herself to being thrust right back into saving the world and her friends again!
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politelymenacing · 9 months
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I had TedTrent thoughts, and I wanted to share them with you. So obviously, we know what that Trent feels like she's incapable of being loved. What if Ted doesn't think he's good enough for Trent?
I try not to think about it too hard because it makes me sad, but I absolutely think that Ted thinks that he's not worthy of Trent. I see it more as a Ted thinking he is too much for Trent rather than not enough though. Like with Michelle.
I feel like there is something quite poetic about someone who thinks they're not enough and someone who thinks they're too much, but they are in fact perfect for each other.
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shivvroys · 3 months
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i know this has been done already but since u reblogged a post about it i would absolutely kill for your take on if karolina found shiv scheduling her grief instead of tom 🙏
first off, thank you so much for the ask, and sorry for the long long wait!!
secondly, i've cheated a bit - this was supposed to be a part of the fic that i'm currently writing, but i've had to cut it. I'm really fond of it, though, so I hope you like it :)
it's a much milder take than i'd envisioned, and in the context of an established relationship i definitely would've made it angstier, but i think it fits somewhat close to canon
read below <3
'Indulged child' — seven letters, starts with an S or the healing properties of the NYT Games app
Karolina steps into the meeting room, tension already melting off her shoulders, and almost trips on the poorly installed carpeting when she spots Siobhan sitting at the end of the conference table. Her head is bowed, cradled between her hands, so Karolina can’t see her face.
“Oh, sorry.” she blinks, stopping a few feet away from the table. “I didn’t know you had the room booked.”
Karolina watches as Shiv turns her head, attempting to cover the fact that she’d been crying. She wipes hurriedly at her nose, and only meets Karolina’s eyes after she’s composed herself.
“It’s fine.” she shrugs. “I’m done anyway.”
Then, Shiv rises from her chair quickly and begins clearing her things off the table before Karolina has the chance to say anything. She hasn’t brought many things: some pens, a notebook that’s been opened on a blank page, a pack of tissues, Shiv’s tablet—just enough knick-knacks to make it seem like she’d been working. Shiv’s back is turned to Karolina so she can’t see all of the table, but she knows it couldn’t take more than a few seconds to gather everything.
Still, she stays silent, watching the lines of Shiv’s shoulders like landmines, like birds about to take flight. As if reminding herself of their existence—and reminding herself to control them, she pulls her hands closer to herself.
“Are you—”
“I’m good.” Shiv cuts her off. She finally turns to face Karolina, her things now stacked on top of each other in her hands. “It’s all yours.” she nods towards the table.
Karolina takes a tentative step forward as Shiv starts making her way out of the room. As she approaches the table, she spots Shiv’s phone lying face down. She sets her things on the table, before turning to Shiv.
“Oh, Shiv, I think you forgot—”
As she calls out, the phone begins ringing. She picks it up, turning it around to see the timer notification flashing on the screen.
“Were you meditating?” she frowns, cracking a smile.
She reaches to hand Shiv the phone, pretending not to see the tiny trail of blood pooling at the base of her thumb nail.
“No.” Shiv swallows. A beat. “Crying, actually, yeah.”
She clears her throat, tilting her head as if challenging Karolina to say anything. To throw a punch.
“I—I’m so sorry, Shiv.” Karolina blinks, barely croaking the words out. “I’ll let you—”
“It’s fucking fine, Karolina.” Shiv snaps. “Take the goddamn room. I’m done.”
Her eyes are red-rimmed, and the hand she’s raised to silence Karolina is just shy of shaking.
“I’m just hiding out from Kendall.” Karolina sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “He keeps asking me for feedback on his pitch but all it is, is just—buzzwords.”
She catches the faintest smile flash across Shiv’s face, which spurs her on.
“Dynamic. Innovation. Convergence.” she coos, raising her brows and shaking her hands in front of herself like an old-timey snake-oil seller.
That gets a full-fledged chuckle out of Shiv, and when Karolina drops her hands and sets her face into a familiar scowl it erupts into real laughter. She lets Shiv enjoy this brief reprieve, before gesturing to the room.
“So please, take the room. I have my assistant blocking it as important, so it’s yours for the next hour. I can hide out someplace else.”
She doesn’t give Shiv a chance to refuse, grabbing her things and turning to leave before Shiv takes a step forwards, blocking her way.
“I’m not going to sit here and cry for an entire fucking hour.” Shiv scowls, shaking her head. Then, she nods towards Karolina’s bag and the laptop peeking out of it. “What were you gonna do while you were hiding?”
“Catch up on work, probably, I don’t know.” Karolina pulls her lips into a tight line. “Maybe a crossword?”
“Crossword?” Shiv raises a brow. She looks Karolina up and down, frowning. “How old are you, again?”
“Right, sorry—” Karolina sucks her teeth, raising a pointed brow. “I assume the last puzzle you were able to solve came on the back of a cereal box?”
“Well, yeah, because after that I got real hobbies.” Shiv shakes her head, her grinning. “What, d’you play those hidden object games, too? Look for tiny fucking keys in those weird drawings?”
Karolina looks down as her cheeks start burning. Shiv catches it, and bursts into laughter.
“Oh my god. Karolina, no.”
A part of her wants to believe she’s only doing it for Siobhan’s sake. That she’s humoring the other woman as an act of kindness—some version of an apology for not extending any kind of support after Logan’s death. But she’s apologized enough times in her life to know one rarely finds delight in the act of apology, so when her eyes meet Shiv’s and she lets her lips turn up into a smile, Karolina knows the real reason she hasn’t left the room already is much simpler—she doesn’t want to.
“What hobby should I pick up, then, Siobhan?”
“God, there’s so many.” Shiv’s cheeks puff out. “Let’s see…”
She starts listing what Karolina guesses are her ideas of a pensioner’s hobbies: gardening, knitting, pickling, making jams—getting all the way down to walking around parks and standing all still and creepy to watch pigeons.
With each finger she uses to enumerate, Shiv’s grin widens. Karolina nods her along, pretending to be impressed until Shiv runs out of ideas.
“Or just volunteer at an elderly home.” she shrugs. “I’m sure the ladies would love to have you over for canasta.”
“Mhm.” Karolina nods, pursing her lips. “I’ll think about it.”
They sit in silence for a brief moment, neither making a first step.
“So, uh, can I see one?” Shiv finally asks.
“See what?”
“One of your crosswords, nerd.” she chuckles.
“Oh.” Karolina blinks. “I mean—really, Shiv, I can let you be—” she points to the door.
“Well, I don’t feel like crying anymore.” Shiv clears her throat, cutting her off. “And I don’t feel like going back out there yet, so… Unless you’re, you know, very private about your… crosswords.”
Karolina rolls her eyes. As she turns around to rummage through her bag for her tablet, Shiv steps closer until she’s right behind Karolina. When she leans forward to put her own things back on the table her arm brushes against Karolina’s. From up close, Karolina can distinguish each thin trail of blood wrapped around the irises of her eyes, and the blue shadows creeping up from under her concealer.
In the months after her own father’s passing, Karolina remembers going through them like candies.
Each week, she would reach into the bottom of her bag and pull up crumpled up receipts for concealer, whiskey, and the occasional lottery ticket—her dad’s guilty pleasure.
She used the same numbers each time, just like he'd taught her: each of their birthdays, twenty-eight, and eleven.
On the last ticket she bought, she put down the date of his death: seventeen, three, twenty, eight, then twenty-eight, and eleven.
It won her $10 that she never bothered to cash in.
So, she knows what it’s like—the make-up, the perfectly timed crying breaks, the split ends, the furrowed brows. The way it would hit (and still does, sometimes, on rainy days) so suddenly it would leave her breathless, like something had dislodged itself within her chest and all day long she’d have go on with her business as if that horrible rattling wasn’t ringing in her ears and reverberating inside her entire body like a war drum.
Karolina knows what Shiv is going through, but she also knows that grief is like a fingerprint. That it belongs so intimately to the person going through it. Defined by the very matter of their being, and from the moment it has formed—defining them in return.
So she doesn’t offer an apology, or a hug or, worse, advice. Instead, she sits down and waits for Shiv to do the same. When she does, Karolina turns on her tablet and opens the crossword app with her upturned hand stretched out towards Shiv, palm open and fingerprints exposed.
Then, Karolina begins explaining the basic rules of crosswords.
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reesescuffs · 1 month
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I used to go on quotev all the time when j was 10/11 years old (i put ago on acciden. I am not that old. I was a small child then.), and I blame it to this day for the reason I turned out how I did
5th grade me had no business reading fanfics and taking sans au quizzes (the sleepover ones hold a special place in my heart (I kinda hate them)) on that site
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shadowgirl-noa · 2 months
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Just finished reading his "when shooting stars fall" and may i just say....
Im not okay I'm not okay I'm not okay I'm not okay--
THATS SO HECKIN SAD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Am i just fated to just keep reincarnating to die in front of him??? Was that the first time??? I noticed the red ring band around his neck in some of the Main Story scenes... homie chained himself forever for me.... q_q
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dressupdragonne · 3 months
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I usually only post stylings and leave the talking to the tags, but I needed to get this out.
I'm so discouraged by the game here lately. I've contacted support several times about the crashes. I tried to make my entry this weekend 5 times and I never even got to the submit button. It was crashing mid styling. Sometimes before I even got to the sticker screen. My device is within their "requirements" for fluid game play. When I proved this to customer support they straight up went "oh we'lllet devs know of this issue" because they didn't have an counter argument against my device or its active storage at all.
My enjoyment in this game is dependent on me actually using the items I acquire. I'm not here for scores, I'm not here for competitive play, I'm here to make pretty pictures. And when I can't even make a casual styling outside of any competition entry or anything without the game crashing halfway through my efforts. What's the point of playing anymore?
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So I was checking to see if Mr Joey Batey has posted anything on insta (for no particular reason, it’s not like anything of note happened recently…) and I noticed something I find extremely funny. Now, I know that he definitely only made that account when he started the show and that it was probably specifically for Witcher-adjacent content. HOWEVER i do find it very entertaining that he still only follows 5 people…
And that he FORGOT TO FOLLOW MADELEINE????
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Sir, you’ve had that account since 2019?? Please figure out how to work Instagram???
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housewifebuck · 4 months
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I need some gifs of buck's lips being the reddest they've ever been . Please I'm on my knees begging
on it boss
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scrawnytreedemon · 6 months
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Haven't posted them in forever. Rest assured, the frenzy is still going strong~
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moonheavens · 9 months
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real question how/why do y'all use the bookmark button on ao3...
I never really use it but I know a lot of people use it to track what they've read, or a place to collect their favourite fics for re-reads, or any other way (tbf I have a spreadsheet for all of these actions)
so if you could all please let me know if/how/why you use the bookmark button maybe it'll give me ideas lol
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