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#i am exhausted
sequencefairy · 3 days
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Ya know, I was gonna be done. I spent hours yesterday talking friends off ledges when people were harassing them for being excited about the watcher announcement, or when their anxiety ballooned while watching the never-ending fucking tide of absolutely entitled morons kept piling on and on and on and spreading baseless bullshit every where.
But like, I cannot be done.
Because I am just so fucking disappointed. I'm so fucking sad to be sitting here watching people writhe with glee over the reactions to the announcement, and fill their little vengeful mugs in anticipation of watching the fall of a fledgling independent media company they are literally standing around lighting matches to throw onto the pyre.
Y'all make me sick.
You profess to love these guys, to want to see them succeed, to enjoy the stuff they make for you. You beg and demand and scream for more time with Ryan and Shane and bitch constantly during periods of the year when it's not Ghost Files or Puppet History time. You complain to anyone who will listen about how this is a betrayal, as if they're your fuckin' friends who you know personally.
News flash, they're not. They never were. You're parasocially attached to the plush puppet and the guy who sticks his hand up it in a way that is detrimental to your critical thinking skills and you know what? Fucking don't subscribe to the streamer. Who fucking wants you around anyway?
I would bet American cash money that none of you have EVER had to sit with your staff in a meeting and figure out how you were going to keep your company afloat. That none of you have ever had to decide to take a risk like this, in this kind of economic climate and be cautiously excited about what it might mean for you and then to have this absolute viciousness being the response.
I'm really sorry that for some people the price is just out of their reach. I completely understand wanting to join in on something and being unable to because of the money. The amount of times I've had to say no to doing something fun because I just didn't have the cash is not a small amount. It sucks. It really sucks.
But you know, the emotionally mature response to not being able to afford something is to be like, well is there a way that I can save up for this? Something else I can cut out? And if the answer is no, then, unfortunately, sometimes, you just have to be left out. This is a fact of life.
Do you people also get bitchy with artists who charge commission prices that mean they can afford to live?
The comparisons of Watcher to non-network television streamers are laughable. Like, Watcher is absolutely not on the same level of operating profitability as other streaming services. They are an independent production studio that gives a shit about making content that they like to make and taking care of their employees and the other people who are associated with them. And in order for them to continue to make the stuff we like (Ghost Files, Puppet History, et al), we're gonna have to buy-in.
Seeing people say with their full chests that they should just fire people? Are you fucking hearing yourselves? Who should they fire? Their queer employees? The people who write and do sound and edit? The people who make Ghost Files or Puppet History look the way it looks? The people who are the reason the shows work?
And, I'm sorry, but if you think that the solution here is that they should just ... make worse shows, I don't even know what to say to you at all. Sorry that Steven and Ryan and Shane wanna do more than lifeless unsolved copies for the rest of their lives. Go watch fucking unsolved if you want that, watcher has always wanted to do more, do better, make bigger things. And you know what? They are for sure allowed to do that.
I am also utterly enraged by the racism. I cannot even imagine what it's like to be any Watcher employee of colour today, watching the hate and the cruelty roll in. Y'all are just fucking mean, and gross, and I hope you all walk on legos in the dark in bare feet.
Everyone who is acting like this is some fucking personal betrayal needs to go smoke a bowl or do a bong rip and chill the fuck out.
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averageludwig · 17 days
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Its my birthday.... so I get to draw demoman as meiko..... !!!!
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yudol-skorbi · 1 year
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FINAL PART 3 OF EDDIE'S UNFORTUNATE CRUSH IS HERE there will be a couple of bonuses in the future by the way
part 1 part 2
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thebroken--soul · 3 months
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It’s 2024 and Margot Robbie wasn’t nominated for the Oscar of Best Actress for Barbie and Greta Gerwing got snubbed for the Best Director but Ryan Gosling got nominated for playing Ken ?! Looks like everyone has still not understood the message behind Barbie…
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blackkatdraws2 · 8 months
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Another drawing featuring Stanley whispering to Narrator (Grey.) He's annoyed and flustered every time Stanley does this.
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rainydaygt · 2 months
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[click for better quality]
“Come along, my friend, we’ve much to do”
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charmwitch · 7 months
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I’ve been traveling for 18 hours I am losing my mind right now. Here’s everything I’ve drawn in that time. Planes are so uncomfortable.
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wolfy1298 · 2 months
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My school hosted an animation event over the weekend. 48 hours. No prep. No sleep. One goal: to survive. And this was the result! I’m proud of what my friends and I managed to put together and I hope you all enjoy!
If you want to see all the films that were made, click here.
I swear I’m surrounded by geniuses….
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brutalhonesttruths · 1 year
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Me too, shoma...me too
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bigfatbreak · 8 months
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Another day, another total stranger screaming at me abt my mask
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tteokdoroki · 2 months
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the pink palace is approved by his majesty
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paradoxolotl · 6 months
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Me: pls don’t let it be 7 am pls don’t let it me 7 am
The clock: 3:45
Me:
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cowboylor · 1 year
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taking up your mouth
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you and matty have a mid-show ritual.
wc: 1.4k
warnings: (18+) smut, oral (m. receiving), semi-public sex, light degradation, underlying dom/sub dynamics, saliva also feels like a warning
note: this is basically sloppy’s twin sister. but on crack. the cocaine kind. ok bye guys.
For the first part of every show, you always pick at your nails and nurse a drink. Every crew member had their own concert rituals and they were yours. But usually by the third song you’re too wound up and the picking becomes more erratic to the point where you’re chipping away at your cuticles and the cup in your hand starts to empty.
You’ve never been sure what to do with your hands when you’re not working. When you don’t have hair to touch up or pleated pants to smooth out before they go on stage.
But you can’t help it. You get utterly restless when you watch him from the wing.
Watching Matty on stage is a love hate-relationship; it practically fills you with every emotion possible. 
The rest of the band is already off stage, quickly passing through your section before making their way to the main wardrobe department. You fiddle with your nails again, shifting on your feet as you watch him from the side.
When he’s finally off the main stage butterflies are in your stomach. It’s embarrassing how high school you feel when you look at him – with his disheveled hair and his blown-out expression from the first half of his show. With his chest heaving from the culmination of everything. You’re sure its a feeling unlike any other.
And speaking of everyone’s own personal concert rituals–
His eyes dart around before he sees you, and then when he does he’s rushing towards you. He ignores the towel one of the roadies offers him and waves off another to make it clear that he wants no one to follow him. 
Before Matty can even reach you he’s already ushering you backward, past the corridor before backing you into the corner of the vacant tech area. You pull on his belt, whining into his mouth when he harshly crashes his lips into yours.
Privacy was minimal but it was enough for both of you.
You break away from him to rest your chin on his shoulder, peering behind him to make sure no one can see you. He takes the opportunity to nip down your neck, pressing hard kisses against your skin until he reaches your collarbone and bites down to make you whimper. 
“You only have four minutes,” You remind him breathlessly.
Your grip on his shoulder tightens as he spares another bite on your chest. It was all time could afford before he moves away from your neck. 
“I know that,” He says gruffly, pushing your head with his hand. 
Your lower stomach heats at the way he guides you down, with your knees hitting the floor and your eyes becoming level with his crotch. You glance up at him, pupils blown just by looking at his tousled hair and heaving chest high on the adrenaline of a show. He stares back at you, his eye contact not breaking while he fumbles with the buckle of his belt. 
“But we always manage, yeah?”
But it’s never exactly you that manages. It’s Matty who grabs you by the root of your hair and brings your mouth down on his cock. He’s the one who sets the pace. One that you’re happy to indulge him in.
Your lips stretch around him as he parts your mouth. The corners of his mouth quirked up at the sight of you. 
“Like that?” He asks.
You nod. 
Your moan is muffled when he fucks into your mouth once with an experimental thrust. 
“Good,” He says, his fingers threading through your hair. Then as an afterthought adds, “Gonna make you love it.”
Your nails dig into his clothed thigh as you steady yourself, peering up at him the best you can while he ruts into your mouth. When he hits the back of your throat you gag and inhale sharply through your nose. His pace is sloppy, quick, and you can’t bring yourself to dislike it. 
You want him to come. You want him to get off with you. 
“Fucking look at you,” He chuckles but you don’t miss that it sounds pitched like he’s holding back a moan every time you take him deeper. “You’re fucking made for me.”
You can’t find enough dignity to disagree.
Because he’s adamant about bucking his hips, you compromise to just let him meet your mouth halfway. 
The bright tattoo just below his sternum commands your attention and you trace your fingertips down the design. His muscles contract every time he juts forward but they tense up even more when you hollow your cheeks around him. This combined with your ghost-like touch on his stomach makes his whole body go rigid. 
His hips fall out of rhythm and you quickly turn to bob your head up and down at your own speed. Sucking and hollowing your lips around him that it elicits a groan that has you pressing your thighs together. 
“Keep doing that, yeah?”
It takes you a second to know that he’s referring to your scratches down his stomach, but you’re eager to indulge his request. You drag your fingertips down until you reach his lower stomach, practically tracing the base of his cock with how low your hands wander. 
The tug on your hair lets you know he’s close – if you didn’t already know from the way his breathing grew more ragged and now he’s throwing his head back whenever you pay attention to his tip. 
But your lips feel swollen. So you slide your mouth off his length to look up at him: “You’re close.”
It’s not a question. You know his body well enough to know when he’s about to climax.
Just how Matty knows yours when your legs are hitched over his shoulders and you’re about to come. Or when you ride him and the way he keeps a tight grip on your hips when he’s edging you on. I mean, you can practically hear the: ‘Gonna let me have it, love?’
Saliva connects you and him, with it running down the base of your chin as you quickly pump him in your hand. 
“Put me in your mouth, love,” Matty almost begs, but he doesn’t need to because your lips are already parting around his cock. Some of his curls cling to his forehead and you wonder if it’s because of you or his performance. “Need to come in your mouth.”
You inhale deeply through your nose again as his hips start to stutter and his eyes screw shut. Your scalp stings when his grip returns to your hair, moaning when he tilts your head back so he can see you. 
Gazing up at him, you bat your lashes as if to playfully communicate some unspoken thing between you two. How this will always be your game. And the sight of you on your knees with his cock in your mouth will always be enough to push him over the edge.
Swallowing, you draw him back into your mouth until his hips stop jerking and his bare chest rises at a steadier rate. 
You make a show out of resting your tongue under his tip so he keeps watching you. And he does. Sighing out heavily and muttering curses when it dawns on him that your time is practically up. 
So instead, you work on his pants while he fumbles with his buckle because you are a professional first and foremost. Faint chords can be heard from the wing and you start to panic, jumping up from the floor (with bruised knees and all) and brushing down his curls in a hurry. 
Matty doesn’t seem concerned with the mere seconds he has left, letting you fuss over his appearance as he watches you with some sort of amusement.
“You may be my favorite part of this,” He says, before pressing a chaste kiss under your jaw. 
It greatly contrasts the way he was in your mouth just moments ago and you have the audacity to grow warm in the face at the simple gesture. He seems to notice but he doesn’t say anything. He just grins before turning on his heel to rush to the other side of the setup. 
You watch him hastily leave but then turn to press your forehead against the wall, letting out your own heavy sigh of adrenaline. 
Wiping the excess spit from your chin, you know for sure you’re done for. 
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queruloustea · 3 months
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Tea is shared, and a dusty house is rifled through.
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: The Hollow Knight | Pure Vessel/Quirrel
Characters: Quirrel (Hollow Knight), The Hollow Knight | Pure Vessel
Additional Tags: The Hollow Knight | Pure Vessel Needs a Hug, Quirrel Needs a Hug (Hollow Knight), Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst, tired bug adopts eldritch void creature, eldritch void creature in turn adopts tired bug, Post-Embrace the Void Ending (Hollow Knight), Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Fluff and Angst, Soup
Summary: A bug and a so-called vessel, both having given everything to a plan ultimately failed, get to know each other.
now with crank-mixers!!
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gmaybe666 · 1 year
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cassettes and leg touches
comic strip inspired by a small scene from @sevensided’s indescribable ‘a dream always the same’ fic. i went way too over the top again but I’m not apologising, also inspired by scott pilgrim comics
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tennis-shenanigans · 4 months
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So just to sum up today:
- dimidrey won titles, they did it for each other, love wins
- Elena and Coco won as well, they did it for women <333
- Andrey collected a new boyfriend, bless
- Rafa withdrew from the aus open, all our dreams are dead
- Poland lost the United Cup meaning the rat won (sorry Angie), Hubi killed us, Iga cried, we all cried
-am I missing something????!?!???
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