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project-sekai-facts · 3 months
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When the spotlights malfunction at the end of the Filament Fever 3DMV, they briefly use special spotlight effects seen in a previous WonderlandsxShowtime 3DMVs.
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Namely, the flowers from Niccori Chousa-tai no Theme, the multicolored ring from Sekai wa Mada Hajimatte sura Inai, and the knives and forks from Okochama Sensou.
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glowingsand · 3 months
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woke up at 7am on a saturday to try out life drawing…it was fun once i finally got the hang of it :’>
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disappointeddyke · 4 months
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part of the collection I made for my final undergrad review awhile back
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howdoyousleep3 · 9 months
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meep, me again 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
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torchickentacos · 3 days
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shima-draws · 1 year
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Told my boss that NO I cannot take over customer phone calls because my anxiety will literally not be able to take it. And I’m being SO brave about it,
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virgoevenus · 5 months
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thekidsarentalright · 3 months
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feeling post-concert depression when i literally have another fob concert in a month is sooo funny like girl calm down can we get sad abt no more fob when it actually counts 😭
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stinkrascal · 5 months
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dont think i’ll be able to finish editing n begin posting the vlad/brie backstory reprisal by the 31st like i hoped i would 🤒
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whumpacabra · 5 months
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Angst, referenced past captivity and character death, vaguely implied past noncon
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Harrison felt like he woke in a dream, the blue glow of a nightlight softened by the first grey light of morning seeping through the blinds.
He wasn’t in a concrete cell where he could smell wet dog and blood and death. He wasn’t in the cramped chilly Dark of the Box. He wasn’t in the Red Room held under cruel hands.
He knew it wasn’t a dream because he wasn’t home, but he was happy to remember he wasn’t in Hell either.
The soft snoring to his right came from Wolf, propped up against the side of the bed with his chin tucked to his chest. Harrison’s sleepy brain connected the dots and his gaze softened, careful to get out on the opposite side of his cot.
Maybe Wolf would be more comfortable on the cot tonight? God knew he had a good enough reason to hate the bed. And Harrison would be lying if he wasn’t a little jealous of the soft mattress and plush pillows.
Wolf shifted as Harrison crept from the room, but he didn’t seem to stir. Harrison hoped he got some of the rest he clearly needed to heal.
Harrison for his part felt stable. The sickness in his lungs still rattled, but his fever had broken. His stomach had kept down the water and mild meal Dan had provided the night before, and now the hunger in his gut was alive and well.
It was still early, Dan’s bedroom door closed and the kitchen dim. Harrison didn’t want to ransack the poor man’s fridge and pantry or make too much noise getting himself food at this hour. Any amount of time with a clock he could watch was a luxury compared to the maddening Dark of the Box.
(It was 5:30 - Harrison used to get up around this time to go for a run with Elias and Orson. Elias was always the fastest son of a bitch on the team.)
Some rummaging in the kitchen drawers produced a pad of paper and a pen. The perfect weapons in his shaky fingers.
The tangle of dog tags from his coat pockets rattled softly on the table. He wrote down his own squad’s first, along with rough estimates of their deaths.
(Harrison had met Merrick’s wife before. They had a toddler named Alex - she was Deaf but learning sign just fine.)
He choked down the sob in his throat, taking a breath to steady himself. He couldn’t drown in nostalgia and grief now. He had work to do.
The tags weren’t detailed: name, rank, and ID number on one side, blood type and religious affiliation on the other. Harrison tried not to keep track as he wrote them down, but he could tell they were mostly low rank officiers. Greenhorns and fresh faced recruits - often minorities based on the names and religious affiliations. The rage curdling in his gut was addictive.
For a moment, he didn’t care what consequences his family could face; he needed justice for these people. For Luca Karim, for Riley Siebert, for Mahmoud Al-Bashir -
He flinched at the creaking of a door, looking up as Dan wandered from his bedroom to the kitchen. The old man’s thick white eyebrows were furrowed above curious eyes. Harrison went back to his task. He was nearly done.
“Christ alive…” His accent was thick as he muttered. The table was all but covered in tags, neatly lined up in rows. Harrison finished writing and sat back with a sigh, Dan hovering over his shoulder. “How many?”
“Too many.” Harrison’s eyes skimmed his list, taking up two pages of the college ruled paper. “Hundred and one. Like the Dalmatians.” That was all that came to mind as a her wrote an circled the number. It was too many.
“They won’t get away with this, son.”
“I think they kinda have.” Harrison scoffed, carefully collecting the tags, his own burning against his chest.
“A hundred odd soldiers don’t just go missing.”
“A squad here, a patrol there…they add up. And it’s easy to lose track of bodies, especially these days.”
“Could there be others?” There was a thread of Crazy Dan’s intensity, that sharp and focused mania that Harrison had been on the receiving end of when Wolf was bleeding out in his garage. “Others still alive?”
“Not where we were at.” Harrison rubbed Elias’ tags between his fingers. “It wasn’t very large - not where we were being held.”
“Then all of these…they were before you?” Dan had the same question in his eyes Harrison had been asking himself as he ran through the names.
Was one of these dead men Wolf?
“I assume so.” Harrison held the tags in his hands. How many families buried empty caskets because the government they were sworn to serve stabbed them in the back? He scrubbed a hand over his face with a sigh. “Wolf…might know more. Maybe.”
“He still asleep?”
“Think so.” Harrison nodded to the door, though he was unable to hear the soft snoring that had woken him. “Didn’t like the bed - his neck’s gonna be killing him later.” Dan huffed, tossing old grinds from the coffee maker.
“Well, if you’re up for it, I was thinking of taking you two down to the diner for breakfast. Get some good food in ya.”
“I would kill for some decent coffee.”
“Diner it is then. Assuming Wolf’s up for it as well. Mer and Tom’ll be down there.”
Harrison’s gaze flicked to the bedroom door as he nodded, running his fingers over the names on the notepad. These folks wanted answers. Harrison did too - and if anyone had been in the bunker long enough to know it’s dirty secrets, it would be the Wolf.
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(An AU of my Freelancers series)
Taglist: @i-eat-worlds @whumpy-daydreams
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anti-dazai-blog · 6 months
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 2500 likes!
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kicktwine · 4 months
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snaps awake. I was right about the mind electric. Hold on. Hold on
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deus-ex-mona · 5 months
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starting the year ✨wrong✨
#(this is about work ok. long rant in the tags bc auauauauauauauuauauauauauauauaaaaaaaa)#i’ve worked for just t h r e e (3!!!!) days this year and i think im already all burned out lmao#first i was stuck doing 2 workstations bc this freakin’ b o z o of a coworker decided to take the week off without prior notice#and *t h e n* the internal components of one of said workstations kicked the bucket and was only replaced today. sads.#rip to our wasted time and futile fixing efforts though. flashtag wetried#that’s not all t h o u g h i was told that i have to jump to the other work shift bc one of my coworkers is resigning#b u t the thing is. all of the other dudes in that shift are from [insert bordering country] and always speak in their nation’s language#so i won’t be able to communicate well with them for the most part ​esp s o bs#and if [insert country here] has a national holiday and a l l of them decide to take the day off..#well. um. ahahahaha. im ✨screwed✨#(but speaking of taking the day off… one of said guys on that shift has an approved leave for cny. which is funny bc he’s not even chinese)#(rips if the actual other chinese dude on that team has his leave request rejected bc of that guy lol. happy cny to him ig)#a n d also i was made to (sorta) teach these two new coworkers (of sorts) the workstation i’m at for the week#b u t the thing is. i do everything here by left (didn’t receive formal training either lmao sadge)#and i also couldn’t explain anything well in general bc it seems like my flow of thoughts can’t streamline itself ig#so i think i confused the poor guys more than anything. but like. why me??????? aaaauauaaaaaaaaaa#idk why one of them came back for more ‘education’ from me thoughhhhh#i’ve tried teaching ‘em stuff at another workstation before this and my feedback was ‘wait slow down you talk too fast’ s o o o o .#ig i’ll have to guide them though again in the morning though. sighs. this wasnt in my job description :(#speaking of job descriptions though… this h e l l a annoying guy no one likes who resigned a few months ago (to much rejoicing)…#is!!!!! coming!!!! back!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#w h y. like. w h y. why is he so attached to this company he l l o? why is our manager so attached to him helloooooooo????? why him???????#our workloads literally t r i p l e when he’s around bc he’s just the way he is. auauauauauauauauaaaaaaaaaaaa#aaaaaaaaaaa i dont wanna work aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#science industry (derogatory) questionable laboratory conditions (derogatory)#felt cute; thought about retiring early idk
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grittyreadsfic · 5 months
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besties, we’re so back
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lesbiansanemi · 11 days
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Bad day. Horrible awful terrible bad day
#there’s not even a reason. nothing bad has actually happened#it just FUCKING SUCKS#I want to walk into a lake and never come back#I want to take my brain out of my skull and throw it at a wall and watch it splatter#I know today sucks because I’m so tense and upset that my back HURTS so fucking bad#cuz when this happens I tense up and my back muscles decide to coil around my spine and squeeze like a starving snake#it’s spreading through my shoulders and even to my chest which is a first#I just 😭😭😭 I want to go home except home also sucks cuz roommate#and I know he’ll be out in a few days but that feels like forever#and I’m so tired and I’m so upset and I want to curl up in a ball and cry and hide from the world#but I’m working a 7 day stretch at my job#and I have to transfer the power and internet to my name sometime before Wednesday#and I’m so sick of takeout the idea of eating it makes me want to vomit but I can’t physically bring myself to cook while they’re there#and I just. ugh. UGH#I’m so sick of existing#why does my life only allow me small handfuls of months at a time#where I’m not living in some form of disaster and stressed to all hell and back and just wanting to lay down and die#what did I do so wrong. what have I done to deserve all this shit#in my short terrible miserable fucking life#whatever I’ll just go home and stare at the wall#and then go to bed and come to work and come to work and come to work there’s always going to work#I’m going to fucking scream I hate my brain#why can’t it just regulate itself in a normal way cuz that’s the thing I know I’m being insane and nothing is actually this bad#but man if it doesn’t fucking feel that way#and being aware I’m being batshit really doesn’t make it better actually I think it makes it worse#kaz rambles
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bright-and-burning · 15 days
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[for context one of the more senior staff said he’d do something for this project (due TOMORROW) with that Hell Database that im kind of in charge of. like volunteered for it.] literally this morning i told one of my fellow young people coworkers like “im kind of worried [senior staff guy] isn’t gonna be able to figure it out and it’s gonna get dumped on me last minute lol”
just got a message from senior staff guy. “are you familiar with the process of pulling [hell data] for this project? from running the scripts to making the map. and do you know where all the output files are saved?”
like. lmfao. lmfaooooooo. what did i sayyyyy. what did i SAY!!
he just sent a follow up (i explained the process. well no actually i said hey if you look at the documentation and code it kind of explains what to do. and then explained a little more. and then half offered to just do it myself) and he was like “it would be great if you could do it. once you figure it out, could you let me know? i think [boss] wanted it tomorrow. i will keep exploring and check back in later.”
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