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spaciebabie · 5 months

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auuuugh he has no fucking idea how much i love him

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royalarchivist · 5 months

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For folks who missed today's QSMP Movie Night or want to rewatch it with the original audio intact, I've uploaded the Movie Night portion of several members' VODs to a public Google Drive. I will keep these files up until Monday, December 4th, so be sure to watch and/or download whatever you need before then!

UPDATE: The lovely folks at @mcyt-archives have added all Movie Night 2 VODs to the QSMP Archivist VOD Masterlist. If you're still having trouble finding an unmuted version of the VOD you want to watch, check out their archive!

[ As a side note: thank you to everyone who left such kind comments & messages on the previous VOD Archival post. You're all so sweet, it made me feel really happy and appreciated :') ]

#Mod Talk #QSMP #QSMP Movie Night #Thank you to the person who let me know Tubbo's VOD was having issues #Don't be worried if Tubbo's VOD says ''video still processing'' I had to re-upload it. Check back in 30 minutes or feel free to download it #Aghhh I feel bad that I was only able to get three and a half VODs...#But I was cut short because of that appointment I'd forgotten about and I really couldn't be late to it.#Sorry guys. Hope folks can still get some use out of this at least :(#.......also thank you mcyt-archives for reminding me that archive.org exists why the FRICK have I been using Google Drive LMAOOOOO #Listen I'm working off very little sleep and I got a blood draw today cut me some slack

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sad-leon · 9 months

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just moved an i'm about to start school, so have some comfy, cuddly bois

@intotheelliwoods

#sad•leonart #2 arms left #2al #2 arms left fanart #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rise leonardo #rise future leo #rise future leonardo #between school and work i dont know how much time i'll have to draw until i find a routine #but im determined to keep drawing these funky little turtles #that just means i wont be making an animatic in one week anymore lol #also ignore any weird porportions #i havent drawin in like.. two days and this was done in about 30 minutes

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hood-ex · 2 months

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You know the whole cereal debate surrounding Dick and how some people believe he eats cereal because he's too tired to make a full meal to eat? Yeah, well, I relate to that hardcore now. The last thing I wanna do is wait around for food to cook after working for 12 or more hours. As soon as I come home, I toss shit into a blender and down that smoothie as quick as I can so that I can spend more time showering/relaxing before I have to sleep.

Let me be clear, I 100% reclaim cereal for Dick. That man can eat cereal if he damn well pleases.

#i literally hate the fact that i have to eat dinner after my shift #i don't want to spend 30 minutes eating--i want to spend that 30 minutes lying in bed instead #so yeah give me whatever the hell i can shove down my throat within 5 minutes so i can go enjoy other parts of my night #before having to wake up and work all over again #hasta la vista food #Dick Grayson

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inkskinned · 2 years

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will it ever be enough? when someone loves you, you feel something curl inside of you, sour and whiplike, angry at being unheard. they don't really love you, they love this facsimile you have ensconced in your rabbit body. they will chop up the bits of you looking for luck and never find the good soul you promise - their love slides off. you're viscera; you have spent a lifetime promising the blood is art.

oh but when someone hates you - well, they're right to. and you'd trip over your little grassknot legs for them. begging them to reconsider. you feel it all knifeedge, spinepoint straight through you. they're the ones who see the real you, after all; and if they can love you, you might finally feel worth something.

but if they do love you in the end, after all of that, after your heart like a fawn opens to gutter under them - you've fooled them, and it isn't worth anything anymore. they've just gone and fallen for it. the love slides right off.

once, you heard a line in a musical about being abandoned. you laughed at the time, unnerved. your voice a keen; too shaky to be candid.

will it ever be enough. will the love ever diffuse through your skin and sink into your marrow. are you even capable of feeling that - of feeling cared for - or are you still waiting, even right now, for the hunter to draw the bow and arrow. if you trust that love, even once, and are wrong, you know exactly what will happen.

and somehow you know - you'll never be able to fix that, once it's been broken.

#spilled ink #warm up #...............#...#okay to be honest #i had half a gummy and couldn't sleep #and i was like. how is it possible #i've never tried writing under the influence #psa: im 29 and in MA it's legal #i mostly take them to sleep so i haven't had the brainwave of like.#''....... other artists probably get high ...."#im too busy being like .#okay so if i take meticulous notes on the effects of each carefully measured portion i take per diem #i might be able to find the optimal amount for sleeping #if i'm held at a 45 degree angle and ive worked out for more than 30 minutes and ive walked a lot #and all of my work is done and my floor is clean and ive had a shower AND i have been able to find the right rain playlist #THEN i can sleep for a total of 7 hours #(i usually get 4. i know. trust me when i say I KNOW)

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bigmammallama5 · 5 months

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Speaking of a previous fandom post I just shared: I have Not stepped away from fandom this fall, I’m just dealing with some health stuff and I’ve been pretty short on the energy I usually have. I’m doing okay and should be all the way better soon! But energy has been going to real job and pottery (which is also real gig job with taxable $ involved but pottery is the art form I have consistently fallen back on for comfort the past decade). I still have so much interest in unfinished fics and art I hope to return to in the new year. And I’m still hoping to noodle out some drawpiles with @sango-blep as my body and energy level allow. But yeah, still here just working to keep my nose above the water.

#arting #stupid rant is stupid #i miss u supercorp i think about u all the time #also the few minutes i usually nab writing during work jobs has been nuked with lots of product photography #so then when i get home im sore and exhausted #also new worry unlocked #the adhd drug shortage has finally hit me and i could only get 20 of my 30 pillss this month #i still have a chance to find those missing 10 but i have to wait until im almost out and get an additional rx from my dr #which is not stressful at all and eating into my energy reserves #anyways

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marblerose-rue · 7 months

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click for better quality!

must be fall

#my art #eye contact #tw eye contact #scopophobia #scopohobia tw #furry #sfw furry #oc #let me know if i need to tw tag this more or give me the proper tags if im not using the right one!!!#i do not remember my oc tag bc when i went to look NOTHING would pop up . so maybe i'll edit this later and see #I HAVENT DONE ART FOR [ME] IN A REALLY LONG TIME which is why ive been working up to posting this AHBDFKU #BUT YEAH i am really happy with this. im having a fun time switching between the first sketch and the final product #im also eating a bag of blue raspberry sour patch kids like my life depends on it theyre so good #my hair is also getting pretty long i think and im debating on just letting it grow out or buzzing it again or a Short haircut #we'll see i'll probs figure out by the time october is over #ive been stalling the last 30 minutes to post this LMAO

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puppyeared · 5 months

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its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

#I have an assignment that was due a week ago and I really really dont want to do it. I have to but i dont want to #im probably making it worse because my brain has built a wall around it so now i can’t do literally anything else until thats done. but #because I don’t want to do it I’m just kinda stuck. turns out this is what they meant when they said emotional regulation is part of #exec dysfunction.. I’ll have a thought like if I get a little bit of it done now i can get it over with. I can just submit something #and then not even 5 minutes later itll be like ugh but I have to draw all the assets out. I have to write things and make spreads ugh #and its just flopping between those two things. i hate it when ppl are like well how much time do you need to work on one thing #because BOY id love to know too. I’d love to know exactly when my brain wants to cooperate with me and work around that but I cant #even my period can’t decide when it wants to punch me in the stomach. which is kinda funny in the grand scheme of things but still #its so weird im just lying on my bed thinking abt all this like damn.. the time will pass anyways no matter what I decide to do.. damn….#if I submit that assignment now and take the L I literally won’t die. it’ll just be a deduction on an assignment nobody will ask me about #I know this but I’m still stressing myself about it so my thoughts aren’t really connecting to my body. weird #maybe its because Im having a hard time looking forward to things. theres definitely a lot I should be living for but I don’t really feel #a strong attachment to it I guess? it’s been like this for a while with holidays and meeting with friends so I just don’t #I kinda figured its because im pretty passionless and its more like passing interest. but it’s not very fun when it feels like I’m going to #be living distraction to distraction for the next 70 years or so lol #idk it kind of feels like slowly bleeding out. which is funny because I actually did experience blood loss this week #had a 30 minute nosebleed and literally could not stand. also it felt like someone was pinching the back of my brain which was interesting #yapping #does this count as vent #vent #Ive just been making an oc carrd and contemplate changing my blog header for the past 3 days honestly

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luminarrow · 3 days

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elfilin but as a little guy from toontown‼️‼️

#kirby #toontown #i can do whatever i want forever....... ANYTHING i have ultimate power i can make silly little crossovers if i want #anyway isnt he a cutie..... i spent like 30 minutes with my wife trying to figure out an export problem #when i exported this drawing it got like weirdly desaturated and we went on a quest to find out how to stop it #medibang is squite weird....... it worked out in the end at least

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iguessitsjustme · 11 days

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Babe and Charlie raising a toddler: Pit Babe 2: The Terrible Twos

North/Sonic/Kim get together: Pit Babe 3: Finally Poly

A Vampire Shows Up: Pit Babe 4: Retcon Some Lore

#pit babe #pit babe the series #pit babe series #pit babe 2 #i have to go back to work in 30 minutes and i do not want to #i need to inhale this mac and cheese and go grab a coffee

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zensations35 · 3 months

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Off-Air (Alas/tor)

Stuck in bed for days, watched this show twice. Wrote a quickie drabble of my super bae (spoiler, I usually pick the ace character to mess with bc relate) so, here's our resident asshole Radio Demon being a little shit with some snz--anywayhereyougoenjoy!

Alastor was taking a stroll. Just a stroll. Leisurely. Perfectly natural. It just happened to route him to VoxTek. Coincidence, of course. Of course.

He grins up at the jutting, gaudy building--nothing like the unobtrusive yet classier radio tower he himself owns--and enters.

The demon workers attempt to stop him. Or, he supposes, they would, were they not so taken with such scandal--all gaping mouths and stretched jaws. Tactless.

He cruises on, not breaking stride, even as his curling smile fuzzes the monitors as he passes.

As expected, Vox cannot restrain himself enough to wait patiently for his arrival. Vox storms onto the second floor, grainy white noise snowing his screen. The attempt to surprise Alastor fails, as the much less cranky of the two reclines on one of the dime-a-dozen roller ball chairs, his lips forming a perfect V in a way only a demon’s lips can.

“What the electric fuck are you doing here?” Vox spits, his decibels rising feverishly.

Alastor sprouts from the chair and languidly flows around the room as if inspecting it. He hums, the amplitude of his voice slightly distorted. “You could do with better maintenance, my good fellow.”

Vox's left antennae twitches in annoyance. He pulses a reverb of angry signals. “Always. With. The Damn. Insults.”

Alastor ignores him. “I had an idea that might interest you,” the radio demon trills.

“If you’re here to make a deal, fucking forget it. Get the fuck out of my office,” Vox jabs an electric blue thumb over his shoulder.

Alastor glides along the edge of a desk, tutting disappointedly, his sleek clawed fingers skating across the cool surface before rubbing them together with a staticky cluck of his tongue.

“Such filth,” he rolls his fingers as if coaxing a spark to life.

“What’s it to you? I didn’t invite you, and it’s my--”

“You know,” Alastor shorts out his sentence mutely, “I was once quite riddled with a fierce dust allergy.” He turns a bemused expression, finally meeting the screen’s gaze. “It was rather…” he taps his daggerlike teeth with a red-tipped pinky, “capricious.”

Vox scoffs, but he visibly stiffens, fists curling, “You wouldn’t. You’re not even…”

Alastor snakes a sharp finger under his nose, head tilting to the side impishly, “One never truly knows when…hhh--!” his pitch jumps, throat buzzing as it leaps into the speakers on the desks, the walls. A whine sings from the hallway, piercing a dozen ears.

“HZZT-!” Another deep hitch stretches the limits of the bandwidth before the decibels crank higher. “H’pT٨ـZz٨ـzZT٨ـﮩ!”

A violent pop and two of the speakers in the room begin emitting smoke. All the screens flare blue, code running in a tizzy. Vox spins his head in a 360, eyes flashing red with rage.

“You mother--!!”

“My deepest apologies,” Alastor clutches his cane to his chest, giving his nose a coy knuckle rub and a staticky sniffle. “Such a shame,” he tsks.

Before Vox can demand it, Alastor picks up his heels, spinning the cane and strolling toward the door. “Perhaps I should return when you have upgraded to more…ah…durable equipment.”

He saunters toward the elevator, lazily waving the back of his hand. “Ta~”

Vox’s eye glitches, his teeth all fangs. “I. Fucking. Hate him.”

There is no venom quite like lies.

And no art like deceit.