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#and inspiration always be near
littleevil0ne1 · 10 months
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I'd like to take this time to thank Chloe Liese for gifting us the autistic rep we deserve and the hot bisexuals making out in a bookstore scene that we NEEDED
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hammity-hammer · 9 months
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steve harrington realizing that he’s got no purpose if he’s not protecting the people he loves from outer-dimensional beings, and has a minor (read: major) spiral about it post-vecna & the party fixing everything. he’s just a regular ole 20 something with no purpose— his friends are all in school, except eddie, who managed to pick up an apprenticeship as an electrician; putting all of that wire knowledge to use (just not in cars, he hasn’t hotwired one since 1986 and he’d like to keep it that way si vous plais) and making the rich houses have even cooler guts than they deserve.
the kids end up graduating (their first tries) and heading as one little pack to the same school (don’t ask me which, i’m a college drop out) and steve, eddie, and rob end up staying just outside of indy. rob finished school early, because of course she did, and she found that she may have a knack for hanging around high schoolers, so why not teach them how to become polyglots like she is?
steve still doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing— he bartends at a little club in the gayborhood, because they went there so often that the bartenders just kind of pushed him into it, and don’t get him wrong— mixing drinks and flirting all night is super fun, but it also… is kind of depressing? even if he gets to be around people like him and see them happy— he knows that a lot of alcohol and drugs causes that happiness and he wants so badly for his people to be out and proud and not murdered for it. but he can’t do that,, so he does the next best thing.
he talks with one of the regulars, andy, who owns a little tattoo shop on the corner, and andy invites him to come check it out. so he does the next day he’s free, and holy fucking christ. tattoos aren’t his thing— at least not on himself, but on other people they’re gorgeous. and they’re painful, but you’re turning the pain into art and you get to live with it in your skin and look at it and think about the fact that you’re here and you made it and you fucking survived. and people purposefully put scars into their bodies? and not in the i-battled-literal-other-dimensional-beings-and-won kind of way, or the i-battled-my-personal-demons-and-won kind of way, which both are things he’s dealt with so fucking intimately— but in the i-will-decorate-this-flesh-prison-and-make-it-a-castle kind of way, and that’s fucking beautiful. queer people taking their bodies and making them into art with ink and hot metal and needles and the love that they have for each other and the passion and the fucking spite at the world that keeps them going and making their presences KNOWN.
and maybe he gets some piercings while he’s there— it’s fascinating and feels so weird and freeing when the needle punctures his flesh and the jewelry goes in— and now he’s got a shiny little ring hanging through his earlobe; his nostril; his lip.
he learns that piercings take time and effort and care and that he has to treat himself with love to be able to heal— and that he is deserving of that love and care and dedication, especially from himself.
he keeps going back, maybe not always to get stabbed, but to watch others have it done. to see how different people’s anatomy takes different piercings, how he can’t have a piercing through his cheeks because he bites them too much when he’s anxious, but the girl that just left got both of hers done and they looked good. they fit her face, like little shiny dimples.
eventually, the piercer, killie, asks steve when he’s going to help them with their needles and their piercings— and he doesn’t know how to react because he hadn’t even thought about it and yet… maybe he could help other people fall in love with themselves and their bodies and help turn them into art one day
maybe he could be a pretty boy with his scars and his metal and his missing chunks and his polos and his jeans and his sneakers.
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nessguts · 8 months
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thought u guys might like to see this dumb lil animatic i made lmfao its pretty rough and i kinda gave up at the end but i worked on it for like 3 days so whatever xP
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amatres · 3 months
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i dont think azata path would leave much behind physically if you go legend, but i do like to think laylas eyes went from red to like, a kaleidoscope of color that is always changing. i like when the pths they took have lingering effects!
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sysig · 7 months
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Noooooooo
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chasing the sun, for you
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thepavementsings · 1 year
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dilf pierre but :(
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xiyade · 2 years
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a lot of so-called chivalry is just sugarcoated control
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arsenicflame · 1 year
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little wrap up of day one of the ofmd bird skirt!
i went into this one with a clear plan for once, even having a cutting plan and an order of operations written in my journal (wow look so prepared. expect to never see this again)
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i have faith that this one will actually be a quick project, ive basically achieved all i can do for the moment- which isn't a lot, but its all the prep work at least! ive got to hang my skirt panels for several days now so they can stretch (which is more important than ever because its the /seams/ that are on the bias, rather than the center of the panel)
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all my cutting out is done (a MINOR deviation from the cutting plan was made- i wanted to use my mega pocket pattern and i couldnt fit it in the top piece of waste fabric, i needed the extra smidge from the curve of the skirt) ive overlocked my pocket pieces, and stay stitched my waist line on the skirt (though i didn't cut it out as im not sure the pattern fits me absolutely perfectly, and i thought itd stabilise it more!)
i also started on the waistband! i had to re-teach myself how i like to do a petersham waistband, but its still my favourite way to do one! the petersham essentially acts as an interfacing, but itll never fold over on itself!) ive basically followed that as far through as i can too- given that the fabric is velvet i cant press it down so ive topstitched the inside edge but im not sure i want it visible on the outside, so im leaving that one for now
see you all next week when the bias has (hopefully) finished stretching for pockets, invisible zip and the rest of the waistband!
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thestarmaker · 1 year
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No but I get when people talk about sculptors (especially from rock/marble/etc) and they're like "the artist knows what they want to see and they shave it away to get that and release The Art" bc my god can it feel the same for writing. What do you mean I spent an hour on 50 words that I had to make sure were Just Perfect to get the scene to reflect what I can see in my mind. Sometimes it really feels like I'm chipping away at stone to make it Perfect
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ishades · 2 years
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#I don’t know guys I just feel so… bereft of meaning in life.#I know better than to do anything stupid as long as people care for me but I don’t know why the anxiety#and depression is hitting me full force again.#I’ve done everything to stave it off.#I just feel like there’s this house I’m building inside of me completely normal feeling right?#Except mine is the goddamn haunted Winchester mansion.#Full of unfinished nonsensical rooms and driven by a near divine fervor to keep at it.#For what though? I have to ask myself for what I’m doing all of this?#Am I a terrible person and trying to construct living spaces for the people I love so confusing they’ll never escape?#Or am I trapping myself within the halls separate from the world around me?#Am I currently in love and denying it or am I just so terrified of people leaving that I’m twisted something pure into something abhorable?#I feel repulsed by my own incompressible feelings I don’t focus on myself because I don’t care enough#I listen to others and do what they want. Say the word and I’m yours as long as you’ll have me.#It’s a hell of a way to live in all honesty. Nothing good ever comes of it and yet I persist like this…#Everyday I wake up and it doesn’t matter what I do…#I’m still just as physically and personably undesirable as I’ve been ever since I’ve been legal.#I don’t inspire pity muchless something far sweeter.#It’s so hard talking to people when I get like this I want to talk to people#I want to share the love I feel for everyone in any form it comes but I can’t. I’m just me.#And I’ll always be haunting this home I’ve constructed myself.#Anyways I’m just going to direct all my energy into gearing up for the zine I’m in and my personal projects for Homestuck / Supernatural.#digital digital i wanna get digital
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spocksmalewife · 2 months
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Club night I normally go to found a new home last night but the sound quality is shit 😔 Unfortunate too cuz they were playing absolute bangers but I honestly didn't recognize most of the songs until about a minute into each the muddiness was that bad.
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swordmaid · 10 months
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still thinking about the haikaveh 13 going on 30 inspired au .. like imagine kaveh going home drunk and upset after a bad meeting with a client. he’s presented his 8th draft of the project and there’s still something wrong with it. kaveh doesn’t want to compromise his own vision, and the client is adamant with his own, so they ended up just arguing instead of working on a compromise. then he goes to the tavern to cheer himself up but after a few drinks the bartender refused to serve him anymore since he still hasn’t paid his last tab and the bartender had been putting his current one under alhaitham’s. so kaveh goes home, drunk and upset at his client and also at the thought that he’ll owe alhaitham even more.
and when kaveh goes home alhaitham is lounging on a sofa and the books kaveh asked for him to clean isn’t put away yet. that little detail ticked him off - here’s alhaitham who doesn’t have any work to do at home and yet he doesn’t even bother to do the one thing kaveh asks him for. meanwhile kaveh has to go home late from a meeting that didn’t earn him anything and he’s even more in debt after alhaitham finds out about his tab. so, kaveh’s already drunk and upset and NOW annoyed he starts to argue with alhaitham. first it’s the fact that alhaitham hasn’t cleared away his books yet. then, alhaitham points out that he’s over-exerting himself for a client that’s not even paying him (he doesn’t need to be reminded of that!) then, kaveh argues that instead of trying to point out his failings why can’t he just console his clearly upset and stressed roommate like everyone else and if he was more compassionate about other people, maybe he’ll get along with other people better!! then cue the petty argument exploding into something bitter. kaveh is upset, drunk, and rambling, going on and on about how he doesn’t want to keep sacrificing his artistic integrity, and why can’t people just appreciate his art, and it would’ve been better if he never met alhaitham to begin with so he won’t be indebted to him and maybe his life wouldn’t turn out so badly. the argument only ends after alhaitham goes into his room clearly upset – the kind of upset kaveh was all too familiar with all those years ago — and now kaveh feels shitty and hurt and drunk and he wants to vomit so he passes out on the couch.
then, he wakes up in a room clearly different from their house.
the architectural style of the room is a marriage between the tumbling vines and glass windows of sumeru and the rigid structures and flow of fontaine’s. the couch he’s sleeping on isn’t the green divan alhaitham is fond of ; it’s a blue chaise with velour fabric that’s half as soft.
kaveh panics, looks around the room, then finds achievements displayed on the wall: articles and papers praising his name, pictures with the liyue qixing infront of a renovated and expanded golden house, one next to the fontaine archon besides an opulent theatre. there are articles of his latest creations, interviews with the man himself headlining the steambird, written papers and thesis about architecture published in the akademiya. kaveh learns that he’s not the light of kreshrarewar anymore ; he’s the most famous and accomplished architect in all of teyvat.
but alhaitham is not here anymore.
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