And I forget sometimes I'm just flesh and bone.

As he stands in the ruined bathroom, all Rook can think is, At least now I can breathe.

shine shine shine!!

(objectober day 9: glass)

A lucky, local find for me this week is this framed and signed windowcard from Broadway. It includes the show ticket as well, dated to 07 November 1998, one month after the 16th anniversary of production.

The seller was only about 15 minutes away from me and this cost only $20! At the point he asked me if I enjoyed the show was the point he knew he could have made me pay more for it.

It is fairly uncommon for anything like this to come up for sale around me, so I was pretty chuffed to get it!

hey that's not supposed to be out there (uploaded wrong version at first haha whoops)

suptober day 15 - abstract ✨

reminder to hydrate and exercise. Don’t set impossible standards for yourself. Breaking and forming habits is hard.

Walking is exercise. Dancing is exercise. running is exercise. Lifting is exercise. You don’t need to drink 64 oz water to be a success. 8 oz can be a success, so can 108 oz.

don’t sell yourself short. Every day is a new day, time and deadlines are a human construct. Live life 24 hours at a time; not 12 months. no one can make changes for you but that doesn’t make you any less deserving. Your body’s not a temple, your body is a home.

🌹?

“What do you want to be told, hm? That you are a monstrous creature? That you are hideous for these desires you harbour? Is that it, love?”

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little excerpt from a Saint Morpheus sequel/role reversal but Make It Darker i literally forgot I'd started but was hugely inspired by a gorgeous playlist @wordsinhaled made for me. trading stained glass light and warm wood for cold darkness and old stone, trading hob asking forgiveness for dream thinking himself unworthy of it, and refusing to beg for it, but hungry to perform penance, stoic and needing and still. hob extracting words from him like blood from a stone, hob undoing him with his own hunger and offering dark promises but giving only tenderness. dream genuinely wanting to tell hob his sins and have hob sharpen his knife. hob doing something else instead.

This was lots of fun, thanks for the excuse to draw glass shards.

revived this simple animation test

learnt the hard way how many frames csp: pro gives you.

Incoming, Outgoing

Angels’ trueforms in their most memorable moments [24/?] - Zachariah in 4x22 Lucifer rising

inprnt | society6 | redbubble | ko-fi

Baeine Perceptor who has been sharing a lab with BL!Wheeljack just making an in deoth PowerPoint about why they should take SG!Shockwave.

After him BL!Wheeljack also has a PowerPoint about the same thing.

Yes

Yes they are

as per earlier tag asides:

astronaut winston with an opaque / reflective helmet does a face reveal for merperson taylor, because they’re in love (and then they kiss)

prior art of this au

I’m stressed by my work schedule. Thankfully I get paid on Friday and can hopefully deal with the speeding ticket issue. I know my dearest friend is also stressed by their work schedule. I feel so distant from them. I want to spend time with them and do activities with them in the evenings when they get home from work but they’re usually more interested in playing video games or staring at the internet than actively engaging with me. I had brought up to them that I feel distant from them and they said they’re trying to distance from me so it’ll hurt less when I leave in a few weeks. It… was an emotionally confusing response, like why did they ask me to stay longer if they’re just going to distance from me? I feel stuck in a place where I’m desperately trying to connect with someone I care very dearly for and like they want to connect with me but just can’t, doesn’t want me to go despite knowing that they can’t be present in my life the way I need. I kinda feel like my brain is being ripped in half again. I hope that things will be easier when their work schedule lightens up. But just the same I don’t quite know how to handle the growing stress of my own work schedule when I don’t even really want to be here where I increasingly feel ignored. The ambient sounds of the city stress me. The grinding gears of capitalism stress me. The long work hours and irregular schedule that doesn’t respect the one fucking day of the week I requested to always have off stresses me. I want so much to be out in the woods again. I stay because of them. I would stay as long as they want me to. But I just wish they would act like they actually want to spend time with me if they want me to stay.