So recently in Discord we watched the 90's Romeo + Juliet and it was really kind of a masterpiece and the OoT developers 100% modeled Link (and probably even Zelda??) after Leonardo DiCaprio & Claire Danes so I hadta redraw this shot--

(ref and WIP shot under the cut, if you're curious I guess)

“I’m a six foot man. Basically. Basically a six foot man”

So I finished the collar thing I was sewing over the past few days, here is my kinky little bear posing with it haha.

I'm not too proud of how it turned out, but the good thing is, I have more of the materials and can salvage the metal parts if I want to make a new, better one. I'll just take it as a learning experience. I'm just happy that I actually did something after a long time. I hope my motivation stays :3

I want to buy 2 more buckles and make hand cuffs like this. Also want to add D rings to be able to attach a leash.... uhhhh... FOR FUN, yeah!

But next time (note to self!) don't use super glue to secure diffi ult edges bc it turns the fabric hard and sharp on the skin. Also, fix the damn sewing machine, handsewing takes too long. Try to make the seam allowance shorter or something bc studs are stupid hard to push trough multiple layers of denim. I dunno how to make them not-as-crooked.

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heartbeats becoming synchronized (stay that way forever)

Dream/George || Dream & George || Post-Dethronement, Angst, Fix-It of Sorts, Protective Dream & George, Soft Dream & George, DNF being DNF, Literal Sleeping Together, Hopeful Ending

8.1k || Complete. || pt. II of unlucky ones

Summary: George's quest to wring an explanation out of Dream over his dethronement has gotten him this far, with this far being the miraculous, surprising concession Dream made to come home.

With one hurdle jumped, countless others still remain. Including the dreaded reaction of the server to finding out they aren't as broken up as they'd appeared at the time. That's an issue for another day's George, though. Right now, he can set that can of worms aside to focus on how to not just get Dream home but how to get Dream to stay.

Because he certainly hadn't expected to manage the first and what victory he's won will ring hollow if he doesn't manage the second.

Tough luck for all those people, George isn’t about to let Dream go again.

Come what may, they’ll have to pry him away with force and he’ll fight tooth and nail to keep Dream. Whatever arguments they have, whatever tactics they pull, whatever they try, he’s not going to roll over and let the server continue to ruin Dream piece by agonizing piece. Not when the burdens of all that’s gone wrong on is not, as many seem to think, laid squarely at Dream’s feet. Not when destroying Dream is a fool’s illusion of ‘bettering’ the server and George suffers so very few fools. The server will just have to fuck off if they don’t like it but he’s more than ready and willing to play dirty if he needs to.

What’s a little challenging the world to protect what matters most?

(an easy victory)

Maybe they’ll realize just what and who George is, then. Maybe Eret will realize assassinating him should have been done to be rid of him not because it would hurt Dream and give them power but because he’s George.

Read on ao3.

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery

they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

you know he would have been one of Those kids

inspired by this pic:

Ya know when people told me "when you're finally safe enough that you can leave survival mode and start to let go of and process your c-ptsd/trauma things are probably going to get really, really bad before they slowly start to get better" I thought that was reasonable. I did not understand that by "things are going to get bad" they meant "you're going to find yourself in the worst mental state of your entire life, but dw, that means it's working" and tbh I simply wish someone had been more clear.

Edit: If everyone could please take a minute and think about what it must feel like to be struggling and then have multiple strangers say to your face that they find the prospect of going through what you're going through so horrifying that they'd rather kill themselves and then stop leaving comments like that I would greatly appreciate it.

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

i do think there is a degree to which certain kinds of Instagram activists have convinced themselves that traumatising themselves in solidarity is a useful form of activism. "I'm having nightmares and crying so much I want to be sick because of all these videos of dying children but I can't look away while people are getting hurt" I mean don't you think you'd be able to help more if you weren't having nightmares and crying all the time?? don't you think this is a one-way trip to burnout? don't you think maybe increasing the amount of trauma going around is counterproductive? I dunno bro there's something to be said for bearing witness but there comes a point where you gotta look hard at yourself and go "am I helping, or am I just making myself suffer so I don't feel guilty for not suffering while somebody else is experiencing bad shit"

google help me

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard

"I want to eat you" is their love language and you can't change my mind