#but we'll get to that tomorrow

[cuteiemonster]

HI. IM PLAYING CATCH UP 24 DAYS LATER DONT MIND ME HERMIT A DAY DAY 1 - ETHOSLAB

#mcyt #hermitcraft #ethoslab #hermitaday #cuteiecreates #im going to limit myself to an hourish on these i just need to get back into colouring so bad #didnt think taking classes would burn me out this bad but it did and now i am here scribble colouring ^-^ #its v relaxing. scribbling my favourite part of art #its also. way faster than fully rendering things. i got from point a to point b in 50 minutes. help. #im going to bed and we'll see how many i can do tomorrow </3 #im also poking at how i draw all the hermits so if they look weird. sorry LOL runs and jumps into bed

[shootingstarrfish]

too busy for my regularly scheduled bs but i couldnt resist drawing @katboykirby's idea rq hehe

#sorry i still dont know how to draw satan we'll get em someday lads #sleep time now i have work tomorrow and i havent gotten any of my shit ready gn gn!!!!!! #GRRGGRGRG freedom is so close i can almost taste it prepare for 50 asmos and belphies per day to continue soon #obey me #omswd #obey me satan #om satan #om lucifer #om asmodeus #obey me art

[willowser]

katsuki manages to take halloween off for the first four years of your daughter's life but he has to miss out on her fifth and he won't show it but he's devastated 🥺

#he's like 'she'll see me everywhere all night and i ain't gonna see her 'til tomorrow' 🥺 #he doesnt want her to look at people in dynamight costumes !!! and think that's him !!!!! he's pissed !!!! #and he's so worried about her getting snatched up like SO WORRIED ABOUT IT #and he doesn't want someone to scare her #you're like babe. we're going to a small little party at the park a block away from our house so she can get some candy. we'll be okay. #he could be across town and she could sneeze and he'd come RUNNING #aww he's so sad he'd rather she not got but he can't say that skgbdjakqk #cw children #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou #✿ theme: domestic bakugou

[razberrypuck]

i know the people who specifically got to the boat on time probably doesn't matter too much, but the visual of seven or so people on this giant cruise ship, knowing how many people got left behind is something that can drive me so insane. when the bomb goes off, they've gotten far enough away for the damage to be minimal. none of them really feel anything at all at first, just watching all hell break loose from the railing of the boat. fit, phil, tubbo, charlie, roier, bagi, and etoiles. maybe mouse as well, if only able to board by the skin of her teeth. for some, the emotion hits like a truck. for others, the empty feeling lingers in their chest for hours on end.

most of them settle in to some extent, eventually. etoiles begins helping phil with his freshly broken wings (tubbo would try to help however he could, but he doesn't have as much medical experience as etoiles.) charlie would show tubbo and fit the control room, to see if they could figure the boat out, lest they drift aimlessly into the middle of the ocean. mouse and charlie try their best to shoot the shit for a little while, maybe look for fresh food, water, and beddings for everyone. bagi helps them with the latter, because even if it fucking sucks, they should try to survive, for all the people that didn't. roier can't bring himself to do much of anything. by sunset, they have a little set-up of blankets and pillows in the bridge. but come nightfall, they're all on the bow of the ship, staring up at the starry night sky. their little group of escapees, left to drift for who knows how long.

none of them sleep that night.

#we'll see how things work out tomorrow (today technically??) i guess. #if im right and more people than just these ones get back to the normal island. new au just dropped. #qsmp #qsmp purgatory #qsmp purgatory event #qsmp fitmc #qsmp philza #qsmp tubbo #qsmp charlie slimecicle #qsmp roier #qsmp bagi #qsmp etoiles #qsmp ironmouse

[factorialsotherfandoms]

"Do you think Philza's okay?"

Fit rolls over to look at Pac, his roommate staring up at the ceiling. He reaches over, cautiously offering his hand. Pac, of course, takes it just as hesitantly.

"Cell's back, maybe after you, and you're worried about Phil?" Okay, so Fit is worried too, but his point is well made. Pac had only told him some of the situation, in whispered tones and terrified whimpers a few hours ago, and he was worrying about someone who was at least safe?

Pac turns his head, and looks Fit dead in the eye. "You're with me. I know you won't let anyone hurt me. But who's with him?"

"He's safe enough," Fit says. "Physically at least."

"He just didn't seem, ah," Pac struggles with his words for a moment. "Well?"

"It's not really my place to say," he replies. "But he's Philza. He'll be fine."

"Will he?" Pac asks, fretting already. "If the Federation is inside his head, making him see things..."

It's a worry Fit has too, one he really doesn't want to think about. He wants to pretend that his old friend is fine, that going and murdering blazes and magma cubes will have fixed everything. He needs to believe it, because the alternative... The alternative is there's nothing he can do.

"Do you really believe him?" Pac asks. "That there was a book there."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Fit sighs, and sits up. He turns on the lamp and stretches, looking around his room of missing texture flooring and ugly walls - the safest place he could think to bring Pac when he heard the news.

"It's not the first time," Fit says. "Phil... He swears it was a dream, that he was just sleeping. He wasn't. Tubbo and me? We checked every corner of his house. He wasn't there. Then he takes us to where he thought he was taken and he swears there's nothing weird about it? But it's full of parrots - they shouldn't have spawned there. Tubbo even found an avocado sapling."

"Philza has a lot of avocados," Pac agrees. "You think the Federation took him?"

"I'm not sure, it's not their usual behaviour," Fit frowns. "But I don't know who else it would be?"

"The codes?"

"Maybe." Fit cracks his head to the side. "But I know Phil. Whatever he saw? It terrified him. And anything that scares Philza Minecraft is nothing you ever want to see."

"Should we ask him if we can visit?" Pac has a calculating look on his face. "I can cry scared all over again, I just need to remember why. And his bunker is very safe. They might look for me in your house, but they'd never think of his."

"Why? Is my company not good enough for you?" Fit is mostly teasing.

Mostly.

"No! No, no, no," Pac waves his hands in a desperate attempt to be understood. "I just... I'm worried, you know?"

"Yeah..." Fit sighs. "Yeah, I'm worried too... I'll ask him."

Pac nods, and Fit types.

You whisper to Ph1LzA: Can I bring Pac over? We might need to stay the night.

Ph1LzA whispers to you: sure mate

Ph1LzA whispers to you: is everything okay?

You whisper to Ph1LzA: We'll explain when we get there

That's the end of that; Fit shows his communicator to Pac, who agrees.

"I'm not really faking the tears," Pac promises, already tearing up. "I just don't think about it, and then it isn't real."

Pac's not the only one acting like that, Fit presumes; Philza's constant denials even with evidence in front of him... Whatever the fuck happened in that forest, it's nothing good. Something so terrible believing his memory is at fault is somehow better.

"To Phil and Missa," Fit reminds Pac, not really needing it.

They warp together, and at the same time.

---

Philza is waiting at the top of the hatch when the pair arrive. To most people he would look entirely normal, but Fit can see the way his eyes flitter as he waves. Pac waves back, while Fit gives his traditional "oi!!!"

Philza laughs, and leads them down into the basement.

"What's up?" he asks the two of them. "Need more toast or something? I thought you were both asleep."

"No, um," Fit looks to Pac, realising they didn't quite work out what to say.

"Bagi told me more about the murders," is what Pac says, his voice dropping very quiet as he does. "She thinks... We think someone from my past is on the island."

"Shit," Philza closes his eyes for a moment. "How bad is it?"

"Last time I saw him," Pac's pace picks up; Fit squeezes his shoulder as he sees panic come in. "Last time... He nearly killed me. And the messages..." Pac grabs the hand on his shoulder and squeezes it back. "Some of them might be addressed to me."

Philza doesn't ask questions, he just glances around his children's bedroom, then looks at Fit. Fit meets his eyes.

Philza sighs, and caves.

"Alright," he says. "Do you want to sleep in Chayanne's room? I can adjust the door to just the three of us, Missa, and my eggs for now."

Fit knows it isn't for Pac's sake that Philza is changing the doors, he knows it for sure.

They get their beds set up, tucked behind the chests where a casual observer cannot see. Philza doesn't have a bed, but Fit makes them for him and Pac, placing them tucked away.

"Would you stay with us?" Fit asks, before his old friend can slip away.

Philza looks genuinely surprised by the request, "why, mate? I'll just be in the eggs' room."

"Safety in numbers, right?" Pac asks, glancing between the two. "I would... Feel safer if you were here too."

Fit knows its a manipulation tactic to convince Philza to stay, to make sure the old crow is not alone. It still rings so very true - and so very against everything ingrained within Fit's soul.

It's fine. For a few nights he can manage it, if its what his two closest friends need.

"Alright," Philza hesitates, but comes over and sits on the edge of Pac's bed. He takes off his backpack, and leans his scythe just in reach. Pac and Fit take the opportunity to remove their prosthetics, hastily reattached to travel over here, and stretch.

When Philza stands again, both of them can see how unstable he looks.

"Let's push our beds together," Fit says. "If we put Pac between us, there isn't an angle they can get him from."

Philza looks at Fit, and knows exactly what he's doing. Still, Philza crafts up a third bed, and squishes it between the two.

He nearly falls as he walks around to do it; Fit catches him, helps him steady, but is brushed off before he can say a word.

"Alright," Philza says. "Pac in the middle then. You won't get too warm, will you?"

"I'm Brazilian," Pac says. "It's always too cold here now Mike is gone."

They both see how heavily Philza drops to the bed, curling himself back to Pac and defensively ready. Fit, on his side, curls close to Pac - his one arm over him.

It's not really a surprise how quickly Pac falls asleep, with the sheer trauma and strain of the day on his back. He quickly falls into dreams, and Fit can only hope they are kind.

"Phil," he asks, once he knows Pac is asleep. "Won't you sleep?"

"You needed a guard," Philza says.

"You know we don't. You and I? We'll wake if anything so much as tests the hatch."

It's true, and they both know it.

Philza, however, doesn't speak.

At least, not for a long time; Fit considers conversation a lost cause and is about to give up and call this good enough when he hears Philza again, voice broken just like it was in the garden.

"If I sleep, will I wake?" is what Philza asks, whispered almost silently. "How will I know when the world is real again? What will I see this time?"

"I'll make sure you wake up," Fit promises, because he can. "And I'll do something to make you absolutely certain its really me."

"Promise?"

Philza sounds so weak, so small like this. Fit... Fit cannot stand it, not at all. He reaches a little further, and manages to put his hand on Phil's shoulder.

Philza's own hand reaches over, clinging to it.

"I promise," Fit says. "We'll wake you if we leave. We won't let anything weird happen, its just sleep."

Philza turns, and his eyes do not seem to trust Fit. But they are also exhausted, and desperate, and terrified.

"Go to sleep, Phil. I won't until you do."

"I'm sorry," Philza whispers, sounding absolutely broken. "Thank you. Both of you. I know... I'm sorry."

Fit squeezes his shoulder again.

"It'll be alright," Fit replies. "I've got you. I've got both of you. It's going to be okay."

Nothing else is said before they eventually fall asleep.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp fit #qsmp pac #this is what I actually wanted to write today but working out the stuff with Bagi as well was hard #coping mechanism: worry about someone else instead of yourself #none of them are okay and they all need a hug #they got one in canon! #this is some more #and now my hands are completely dead #fuck three minifics in a day ow #brain really is just on nyoom today #it will not shut up #ao3 might take a bit see hand complaints #i'd like to get it up before bed but we'll see if I can handle the mouse #else it'll be... sometime tomorrow I have meetings

[duskerot]

i disappear inside myself / my friends don't know it can't be helped

[Pure You - Nothing But Thieves]

#my art #mysme #mystic messenger #v mystic messenger #jihyun kim #ummmm hi guys #^-^ #fanart from me?? posted directly to this blog ??? or at all??? Well. #i was looping this song and i had the idea for this and then sat down for about four hours and here it is #im on like day 2 of v's route for the first time AND this song just came out like right as i got into his route yknow #and i was listening to those lyrics like.... huh..... #this soundssss. familiar. #anyway. politely i did NOT think that if i made fanart of this game after returning to it for the first time in like 6 years. it would be V #i adore this song though. and it compels me #i havent ever seen his route before so i still don't know how it ends idk how accurate this vibe even is #i would say try to avoid spoiling me in the tags but im gonna be real say whatever you want kings #i love u mysme fandom thats still around in 2024 you get me #anyway im drafting this at about 3 in the morning and i need to be awake earlyish tomorrow SO. #we'll see when i post this #its been so long since ive posted art i just do nawt make fanart until i get divinely inspired #iffff its blurry please click to see it its supposed to be crisp ^^; #been on this site how long i still pay no mind to their suggested image resolution #OH and by day 2 of V's route i mean like day 6 overall. you understand

[annoyingloudmicrowaveartist]

nene omori #2

#tbhk #jshk #nene yashiro #yashiro nene #pluto's art #art tag #doodle tag #ok this one is actually part of the au #tbhk omori au #i finally get to make it a tag yay #don’t zoom for better quality it was made in ms paint you won’t find it lol #immediately after finishing i remembered nene's actual white space equivalent is nothing like this but i am not drawing a whole theatre #and this is more recognisably omori anyway so oh well #i think i might hate this by tomorrow.... we'll see =_= #happy to have proof of this au at last in any case

[royalarchivist]

Quackity tweeted (then very quickly deleted) this tiktok video, but not fast enough.

As a reminder: tomorrow (Tuesday 4/11) at around 2pm PST, Quackity will be streaming with Luzu and introducing him to Tilin. He'll also, apparently, be taking a DNA test to determine whether Luzu or Wilbur is Tilin's father. 🤨

#Quackity #QSMP #Luzu #Beanieduo #Luckity #Beanie duo #Me looking at him tweet this out and delete it at the speed of light like #''Oh that's adorable. You really think I'm too slow to get a screenshot AND video capture?'' #/hj #anyways Quackity is hilarious and this tiktok user has good taste #I love Luzu and I love all the characters he plays I am vibrating with excitement I'm so happy we'll see him and Quackity hang out tomorrow #and so help me Quackity if you cancel on him (AGAIN) I'll never forgive you #The video creator is @karinapcakes on tiktok

[hotvintagepoll]

Did you expect this blog to have so many people in a chokehold? I had no idea there were this many classic movie nerds on tumblr

No I REALLY didn't. I was expecting, like, 10 notes per poll. I'm so happy to find all these nerds salivating over the same hotties

#as a side note i fucked the queue so we'll be getting more polls tomorrow! oops!!

[bigmammallama5]

gonna go get the new covid booster tomorrow ya girls gonna feel like SHIT

#stupid rant is stupid #yeehaw #i mean like hopefully i wont feel like shit for too long #we'll see lmfao ugh #better do my chores and cleaning today and tomorrow before i crash #also for my new people #i am a case where my body had decided to make me feel like covid when i get the shots #like the second shot of the first wave of vaccines put me down 5 days lol #that time has since reduced but its been a year since my last booster #so #mmmm #trepidation lol #but i would much rather feel like shit for a few days than make my current problems worse with getting sick or long covid

[front-facing-pokemon]

#galarian mr mime #i got this one working also. just because i was tinkering with galarian farfetch'd i figured i'd do this one too before i forget how #i did that one so you get this one too. maybe i'll work on mr rime tomorrow‚ if anyone likes that. we'll see. for now i should eat

[aseuki]

Celebrating Meta Knight's bday in the most fitting way possible which is collaborating with @humming-fly in the worst (best) bake off possible to make silly little mk themed cupped cakes (Nailed It)

#you can really tell the ones in the back were made first #and ended in the front when we started getting tired adsjgdgfj #kirby #meta knight #I want to say they're delicious but tbh I ate so many sprinkles during their creation that frankly the idea of eating More Sugar #makes me feel a bit sick #so we'll see tomorrow!! #(<-loves sweet things but has the worst stamina alive for them)(can only handle like 2 milligrams before they perish)

[hope-ur-ok]

Just so everyone is aware, the upload times for the surprise songs for this leg of tour are going to be at weird times cause I unfortunately have work :(

but I am still going to do them, it just might take a bit longer than usual!!

#the turtle speaks #like the concert starts at 4am my time but since tomorrow is a work from home day once i get up i can refresh pages and find videos #but the day after (thursday for me but Friday in Tokyo) i have to leave for the office at 7ish so those will have to wait until i get home #or if im lucky in finding videos i can try to do it from my phone on my lunch break #but doing them from my phone is a nightmare like it could straight up be a torture method so we'll see

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

imagine FL learns to say fuck.

(blame it on ajax)

always blame Ajax /j

Foul Legacy says it for the very first time when he accidentally smacks his head on the doorframe- you hear a CRACK and a sharp whine as Legacy sinks to the ground, holding his forehead with tears in his eye. you rush over to see if he's alright and he promptly shoves his face into your stomach, whimpering softly and asking for consolation pets, which you gladly give. there's a mark on his forehead, a darker red than the rest of his mask-like face, and he flinches when you graze your fingers over it, pouting and grumbling at himself. when you're running your fingers through his hair, you hear it, whisper-quiet and hissing-

"Fuck."

you gasp, leaning back to look Foul Legacy in the eye, and he whines and attempts to nuzzle back up to you. "Where did you learn that??" he merely shrugs, chirping something that sounds like "Ajax" before burying his head in your stomach again. you just stand there, open-mouthed, until Legacy whines and nudges your hand for more pats, crooning when you comply and scritch under his chin. he seems to have completely forgotten what he just said in favor of snuggling up to you and bumping his head against the underside of your chin, careful not to hit you with his horns. Legacy chitters and trills pleadingly, and with a sigh you lean down and kiss the bruise on his forehead, caressing his face with your thumbs as he purrs and coos happily, the pain receeding

you're going to have to have a little chat with Ajax later

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #anon #saw this in my inbox and i just had to do it #things foul legacy knows how to say: your name. ajax. i love you. fuck #checking in a bit late today because my cosplay came in!!!!! #i spent like an hour getting it on it was so cool arghghghh #also might be sick tomorrow we'll see mothlings #short scenario #good evening :)

[dnalt-d2]

Oh no I have a slightly new theory that is TECHNICALLY related to the one I made last night??

For starters, Agent 18 straight-up called the Eggs Bio Capsules

And that's a pretty terrifying implication

Because when I hear that, I think of something that is meant to be opened eventually to retrieve what's inside

Which is making me think the Eggs might be incubators of some sort, that the Islanders are helping to nurture so that whatever's inside those Eggs gets developed as much as possible

And now I'm really wondering WHAT IS IN THE EGGS???

Because I know what I said yesterday, but I think we're all pretty certain about these not being Dragon Eggs at this point

And I said something about the Eggs hatching tomorrow, but what if that's not QUITE what happens?

What if they're broken open to get whatever's inside them?

What would be inside of them?

(And now, time to actually start analyzing the fact that the Federation called them EGGs instead of Eggs, and trying to figure out what that would mean if it were an acronym)

((Also does this have to do with the Crucifixion by any chance? Because Foolish asked 18 about that, and he just told him super casually it was nothing to worry about and it would all be fine. If it's the Eggs being crucified and not the Islanders Foolish, his calm demeanor would make sense because he's basically proven he doesn't actually give a damn about the Eggs in any way whatsoever. It's either that or he has a plan to save Foolish and Foolish alone))

#And what does this mean for the Eggs that died? #DID they die?? #What's the deal there??? #I'm getting pretty anxious for tomorrow now #But also definitely excited #Guess we'll have to see what the deal here is tomorrow huh?? #qsmp #qsmp theory #q!phil #q!philza #qsmp eggs #qsmp prison #qsmp agent 18

[nico-di-genova]

Post Jeddah Strollonso Snippet

There are scars on Lance’s wrists, faint and hardly noticeable. Two even cuts along the bone where the metal pins were put in and taken back out that have healed into pale lines. Fernando catches Lance running his thumb along the scars sometimes, absentmindedly, like a twinge of phantom pain can be felt there anytime he fails. He clips the wall in Saudi, just brushes the corner at turn twenty-two and send it into the barriers on twenty-three. When Fernando gets him alone afterward, he’s running a fingernail along the line on his right wrist.

“Lance, stop,” he berates, sliding off his shoes and kicking them in the general direction of his suitcase that lies open on the hotel floor. They land beside Lance’s slides and a green Aston Martin hoodie that started in Lance’s ownership but has since been rehomed into Fernando’s growing collection of stolen loungewear.

Lance blinks, slow and lethargic, but doesn’t indicate he’s heard Fernando otherwise.

“Lance.”

Perched on the edge of their bed, leaning on one arm and looking at the man sprawled out across the mattress behind him, he waits. Lance’s hands are resting on his stomach, rising and falling with each of his breaths in a steady rhythm. He’s still wearing his shoes, and jacket and the blank expression he’s worn since they left the circuit and wound up back here.

“Lance,” Fernando presses, not surprised when he doesn’t receive a coherent answer. Instead, Lance hums in something that is maybe meant to be acknowledgement but could easily be dismissed for the sound of the air conditioning kicking on.

Not for the first time, Fernando finds himself wishing he could follow Lance wherever it is he goes when he’s like this. Back in the car, trying to figure out how he could have salvaged the broken Aston, or back in front of the cameras where he wonders what he could have said to make them see him any differently. Usually, Fernando knows he thinks about the damage, the toll that it’s taking to his father’s credit. It is one of the rare times where Lance thinks about money, the true cost of it, and how much it’s piling up each time he ends up buried in the tires.

Sometimes it’s good to give Lance his space, let him come back on his own terms. Other times the silence scares Fernando, makes him wonder if there will ever be a point where the man won’t come back at all.

It scares him more to realize that he actually cares – that at some point the bosses son had become something more than an obstacle in his way.

Lance breaths, presses his fingernail harder against the scar. Fernando watches as the skin turns white with the pressure before leaning over and pulling the assaulting hand away from where it’s injuring it’s twin. Lance lets him, limp and pliable.

“It was small,” Fernando tries, “an easy fix. You will come back stronger next time.”

Keeping Lance’s wrist in his grasp, he shifts until he’s lying beside the man, his head resting on Lance’s chest.

“It will be okay,” He soothes, bringing Lance’s wrist to his lips and kissing the scar there, warm breath ghosting over marred skin.  

“I crashed,” Lance states, empty. “Again.”

Fernando is not good with feelings, not good with lingering in his mistakes. His motto has always been to keep the past in the past. Lance, no matter how much he tries to make the public think otherwise, does not share this belief. He internalizes, he stews, he lashes out at the cameras, the team, Fernando and then he gets quiet. It is like a cycle, dependable but self-destructive, nonetheless.

 Fernando thinks he should try partying, or maybe alcohol, but that probably wouldn’t solve much either, even if it would be more fun.  

The quiet is oppressive, broken only by the chatter of passerby in the hall and Lance sighing intermittently. Fernando listens to the beat of his heart from where his ear is pressed against the Canadian’s chest, if only to give himself something to focus on. He keeps Lance’s wrist against his lips. They both smell of sweat and rubber, the stench of the track sticking to them along with Lance’s fog of disappointment.

“One-hundred twenty-six,” Lance mumbles, seemingly to himself.

Fernando yawns, “What?”

“A front wing.”

“The cost?”

“Yeah. Thousand."

“Small. Cheaper than the whole car.”

What he wants to say is ‘cheaper than a hospital bill’ but he’s not ready for the argument those flood gates would open. Because it’s not about the car, not really, and it’s not about the bruises that Fernando knows he will find forming when he finally gets Lance to remove his clothes and step under the warm spray of a shower. It’s not about Lance at all, but the man who always seems to find a way into their relationship – Lawrence and his checkbook and the expectation that Lance has taken from the man and placed onto his own shoulders.

Fernando is tired, too tired for a fight, so he stays quiet.

Lance loves his father, and Fernando loves Lance and so there’s no use in fighting over the boulder that has planted itself firmly between them. They work around it, or they sometimes kick against it when they’re feeling particularly bold, but it’s too heavy to move and so neither of them tries.

#wrote this in a rush #so if there's inaccuracies... #no there isn't #anyway we'll see if this gets finished #I have to go to bed now before I regret life tomorrow #strollonso #fernando alonso #lance stroll #strollonso fic #my fic #this also was supposed to be hurt comfort #but it became slightly mort hurtful than intended #the comfort theoretically is on the way