#can you tell i'm at the end of my 2020 rope

[mod2amaryllis]

I'm waiting for this migraine to die so I'm gonna tell you guys about Marshall, the dog who made me quit. read on if you wanna learn about extended quarantine and why this job sucks sometimes and other times is the most rewarding thing on the planet, often for the same reasons lmao.

in 2021, the weight of covid was kinda crashing down. i heard this was the case for a lot of health workers. we switched into emergency mode throughout 2020 and powered through, then the rest of the world decided to try and "get back to normal" a year later, giving no regard to the people who'd been working like a speeding train with the brakes off all that time. i was losing it!!! add a few more hay bales to my back when we hired a new doc who was the most demanding dude I'd ever met (still is, but we've come to some understanding lol) and who decided to run me as ragged as possible the first day he was left to his own devices.

that was the day Marshall came in.

i didn't talk about this back then because the outcome of the case was uncertain and the details so specific, but here's the run down knowing that 2 years later, Marshall is living his best life. when he was a baby, too young to have received a rabies vaccine, his owners found a rabies positive bat in the house. the state vet will always recommend euthanasia in these situations, OR, if you can somehow find and afford the option, a 6 month quarantine. this was such a tragic situation the owners were willing to try to save him. my clinic happens to have a decent isolation ward that's rarely in use; we use it for infectious patients like parvo puppies, uri's that have to be hospitalized, etc. so my boss agreed to take him for those 6 months. but the owners' caveat was that if he wasn't mentally adjusting to isolation after a couple weeks, they would euthanize so as not to put him through it and leave him with lifelong behavior issues.

that day, when animal control brought Marshall in the middle of an insane rush, we were short staffed and already at the end of our ropes with this new doc. i was the only qualified person who could talk to the officer. i was the only person who could take him back to isolation. the act of putting a 12 week old puppy in a 4 x 4 run where i knew he would either spend 6 months untouched, or never see the outside again, broke me. last straw.

i was a mess, for the rest of that day and the rest of that weekend having to go in and take care of him, when it was too early for him to adjust so i was sure he wouldn't make it. I'd come home sobbing. eventually jose was just like, "this isn't worth it any more," and i sent in a two weeks notice. i'd come close to doing so many times in the previous 6 years but never pulled the trigger. it took a total meltdown. my managers responded with regret, but understanding.

i wish i could've just felt free and done with it but for those two weeks i was just uncertain. this job is so complicated. the benefits for my pets are enormous; it's my main social network; it's income; I'm good at it and it gives me purpose. it's just also hell on earth! with no pressure from anyone else one way or the other, by the end of two weeks I'd decided to instead try going part time. that's where I'm at 2 years later so guess it worked lol.

but! there was still Marshall. shortly after we took him, we also happened to get a call for the same situation on 2 cats, and decided to take them as well. 3 animals on a 6 month quarantine. very new and daunting for all of us.

that first weekend was hard, but slowly, Marshall figured things out. it was the least ideal situation imaginable and i was at rock bottom and so was he, but i had this moment of like.....ok. if he wants to make this work, I'm gonna do as right by him as possible. and of course all us techs were helping him (one of my road dog coworkers always opened so i referred to her as his "morning mom") but i in particular took a special interest in training and enrichment. it became a passion. i was working less, but i volunteered extra weekends so i could see him more.

he was so young he hadn't even done much basic command training, and the fact that i couldn't touch him at all was a challenge. i started with a clicker to signal I'd rolled a treat into his run, since i couldn't give it to him directly. over those months we went through the basics: sit, down, paw, touch, using a back scratcher for a hand. part of the worry was him getting enough exercise; we noticed that when he'd get agitated, he'd jump on the bars non stop. i was like hmm that might be our only option, so i made "up" a command. i'd basically run burpies for exercise, up-sit-down-sit-up. he was a fast learner, very attentive. seeing him keep his wits about him like that was straight up thrilling. he even "potty trained" himself, barking like crazy whenever he'd go to the bathroom so we'd know right away he needed the run cleaned.

in the ward, there are 2 runs and 3 kennels. i trained Marshall to go back and forth between runs so we could clean. we'd have his food waiting for him in the next run over so he could eat while we'd clean; at the midday switch, he'd have a doggie popsicle. he was such a smart dog i knew toys and treats alone weren't cutting it for enrichment, and i couldn't constantly train him when i still had to be doing the rest of my job.

i started having everyone save every single box and paper-packaging that came in. i'd unfold some boxes for "bedding," so he'd at least have something between him and the concrete (he'd chew and eat any blanket we tried giving him). the rest, i turned into puzzles. i put treats inside and closed them up. put big boxes on their side in his run so he could go in and out. crumpled up paper-packaging with treats mixed in for him to dig through. every day i'd turn one run into a box-toy paradise, let him in, clean the other, and by the time i was checking back in on him he was snoozing in a pile of destruction. success. when other techs wouldn't go to the same lengths, i'd stay late pre-making his boxes and telling people to just throw them in dammit. i also queued several ambient sound playlists, birdsong cityscapes etc, to play on the weekend days when he was alone for long periods.

the months went by like this. i learned more about training, enrichment, and most specifically quarantine than i ever had outside of my experiences with my own puppies. we fell into a routine. we straight up loved each other, he was part of my life. he'd been this horrible trigger and pretty much doubled my workload, but he got to live.

then there were the cats! they were a little easier than Marsh just because they were already adults so didn't have all this energy to wrangle. for them, daily cleaning of course, taking turns going into the 1 empty kennel where i'd have treats, catnip, and other "new" smells waiting for them. for enrichment i focused on reconfiguration. every 2-3 days i'd rearrange things in their kennels, with the big pieces being a litter box, a bed, and an upright sturdy box (so they could either be in it or on top of it, giving them one upper level). it was habitat tetris. we'd play with strings and use the back scratcher for pets. then about every week, i'd switch their kennels to slightly change their view AND traded beds to mingle scents. they were from the same household and we were worried there'd be difficulty re-bonding after not being in direct contact for so long. they also did very well by the end of 6 months aside from gaining a lot of weight (oops). i learned just as much from them, and would love to help anyone else who might struggle with needing to quarantine pets.

i've seen people posting for help about similar situations and just wanna scream from the rooftops: the beginning is very daunting and hopeless, but animals aren't like us!!!!!! they do the best with what they got!!!!! if you work hard and keep them clean and develop a routine it'll all work out!!!!! Marshall walked out of there at 6 months a normal happy puppy in desperate need of a haircut.

it's interesting because i've never interacted much with his owners. i don't think they know i'm the one who kept him from losing his mind in there, even though everyone else at the clinic does, and i'm weirdly ok with that. the other day he came in cuz the dummy ate a bunch of meds he wasn't supposed to; the doc brought him to the back and instantly, Marshall rushed right for me. he still remembers me in a good way. there's still love. it's like...one of the few patient relationships i've had that feels truly deeply personal. in retrospect i think he had a bigger hand in healing my relationship with this career and animals in general than i realized at the time.

so thanks for making me quit Marshall. i feel a lot better now.

(i don't have any pics of him from that time (tragic ssd card accident) but he was an overgrown doodle puppy so he looked like this.)

#vet med #vet tech #work stuff #m2a #I've always wanted to tell this story it had such an impact on me

[piratejenna]

DGS 2 (The Great Ace Attorney 2) Spoilers

Prompt: fic you read when you need to laugh

Title: An English Breakfast

Author: @enisywrites

Fandom: DGS, The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1199

Summary: “Mr. Prosecutor, you must come up and try my special blend! Tell him, daddy.” “Indeed, Mr. Asogi, there is no sense in standing around like a wax model! Especially if you have not been afforded the faintly glimmering promise of remuneration…”

Kazuma finds himself adopted by the 221B Baker Street family.

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As mentioned, I got really into Ace Attorney in 2020, so I was incredibly hyped for the official English release of DGS. And even less of a surprise, once I finished both games, I immediately went looking for fanfic.

This fic is one of a small few that satisfy my desire to read about Kazuma interacting and having a dynamic with the London gang. The way he gets roped into having breakfast with them, basically without realizing it, is so fun. I love the way Iris and Sholmes interact with him. It's just so sweet.

But the key thing here, as the prompt says, is that this fic is so freaking funny.

Kazuma's inner monologue is wonderfully packed with dry wit. Sholmes is written incredibly well, and thus is hilarious.

I'm really not sure how else to explain to you that the fic is funny, so I'm going to just drop a few of my favorite lines here.

“Indeed, Mr. Asogi, there is no sense in standing around like a wax model! Especially if you have not been afforded the faintly glimmering promise of remuneration…”

Witchcraft, he thought, but in the same register he might have thought, this is a very large potato, or would you just smash it already, or are you actually going to drink this one? Already, London had inured him to a lot of things.

I also adore the ending (which I will not spoil here). My favorite line is a part of the ending, and is such a beautifully in character Sholmes's line. And of course, the actual last line, while not exactly funny, is one of my favorite things in the world, because it hints at what I really really want to see happen (and have yet to find a fic that provides such).

Finally, I will admit to being a bit snobby when it comes to DGS fic. While I'm generally up for any narration voice style, when I read DGS stuff, I want that older, "Sherlock Holmes" esque sounding narration. And this fic completely delivers. Not only is the dialogue perfectly in keeping with the characters who deliver it, but the narration follows along excellently. And not just in regards to generally being a similar voice, but it also matches Kazuma's dialogue in a way that you can tell that it's from his point of view.

If you're a fan of DGS, please check out this fic! If you've ignored my spoiler warning to this point, I would caution that there is at least one more major spoiler in the fic that I haven't mentioned here. But if you're still game, please give this delightful fic a read!

#october fic recs 22 #dgs spoilers #dgs 2 spoilers #tgaa spoilers #kazuma asogi #herlock sholmes #iris wilson #i cannot stress enough to y'all how much this fic makes me smile #i have this one on hand when i just need a pick me up #it has such good feelings packed in you can't read it and not smile

[braindead-virtually-tv]

Caught up on last night's RAW this morning thoughts under the cut, all things I wrote as I was watching 😂:

- Listen Randy is a legend, but hearing the the crowd go feckin' wild for him in 2022 is 😍😍😍😍

- Glad they're keeping the Street profits relevant but it seems if you're not chasing a belt there's nothing for you in the tag division. They feel like a cliff note for the Usos & RKBro

- I have no doubt this US Title match will end in DQ as the Cody/Seth feud doesn't feel finished. But also the US Title does seem perfect for Cody. I need Theory to have little longer with it now, all that build would feel for nothing if he was to lose it now

- People are all like, "Oh that's dumb, we all knew Rhea was gonna join JD." Here's the thing, we all live in an IWC bubble the casual audience isn't going out of their way to read a Dirtsheet or keep up with backstage info, for them this is a surprise.

- EDGE CUT HIS HAIR. His hair kinda matches Rhea's 😂

- Edge shoots on the Hall of Fame and your friend Mark lololol 😂

- I said this last week, but for Edge a Hall of Famer, a Legend, to pull this amount of heat from an audience is nothing short of spectacular.

- I feel like Rhea could have delved into the Liv thing a bit more instead of doing the 'Audience sells my autograph shtick' but it was fine and I'm very excited to see where this goes

- Edge broke up Goth girlfriends how dare you sir

- Liv getting some very good offence in beginning & end and not just being squashed you love to see it

- The image of Morgan tryna struggle to the ropes while in that Clover Leaf submission is POWERFUL and ugh so good, I feel so bad for Liv 😭

- Finn I'm glad you came Liv is struggling 😭 Uncle Allen you're here too, one of you help Liv please

- They just gonna stand there and do their entrances huh? 😂

-Oh Finn v Damian we've seen this but I'd gladly watch it X10 more times

-Ngl my knowledge of the bullet club is about next to nothing, but regardless excited for the prospect of Finn & AJ teaming

- LET THE MEN FIGHT RHEA SHE CAN HANDLE IT

- Jokes aside I do understand why they don't often do intergender stuff but if you're not going to do it you're gonna have to work around it a bit better than having Rhea stand around and when she gets involved have the dudes look really goofy.

- Chad Gable is absolute comedy gold. Also Kevin, "You have friends at the DNA lab 😃😃😃" 😂

- Kevin's 'brother' oh god this is going to have me in stitches 😂

- We're finally kicking off properly Omos under MVP I'm hoping for big things as MVP done absolute wonders for Bobby.

- CEDRIC!! I like this character of him clamouring to get back to MVP and it's honestly entertaining. Puts more stock into MVP too as a really great manager.

- I never clowned on Lashley before MVP but I just wasn't all that into him, but now I hear those opening bars of his theme and I just pop! Bobert I love you and only want good things for you

- Adam grow a pair of bawls and just tell Sonya she's fired 😂

- OH SHE'S ACTUALLY FIRED I WAS ONLY JOKING DAMN

-ALEXA'S BACK! Is this like a fusion of the spooky and the goddess gimmick? Oh this is cool.

- I am glad Sonya is getting back into the ring more regularly, she went through an absolute harrowing experience in 2020 and I'm glad she feels fit to get back to in ring action.

-Oh wow Sonya got SQUASHED. Great come back for Bliss but damn that was unexpected.

-Lmao Byron about Sonya, "She'll get over it eventually" 😂💀

- Props to Kevin Owens who has essentially built this Ezekiel gimmick and got it over. It was always going to be hard sell but they've done a really good job.

- IT'S KEVIN IN A WIG. Lmao @ Corey "With a little Just for Men Ken could be Kevin" 😂😂

- "Hello Ken" 😂😂😂😂

- "I'M KEVIN" "WHAT!?" 😂 I AM DYING

- Chad kneeling over Ezekiel "THANK YEWWWWW"

- I love Becky arguing the logistics of getting a title shot

- This version of Becky and Asuka is giving me life, 'YOU DONT ACT LIKE MOMMY' 😂

-I love that Asuka is a thorn is Becky's side and we're not pulling into a full on intense feud it's great.

- Hello mr.jobber, you're significantly larger than Veer's last opponents but you're still gonna die. Ah going with the 'I have kids' promo I see 😂

- I do wonder with Gunther, Raquel and Veer in this jobber loop who are going to be their first actual feuds? Veer's been at this a while so I wanna see him moved out of this soon.

- Cody cuts a good babyface promo here in WWE, seems like his heads a bit straighter than in AEW. Putting over your opponent while just edging your way just above them in regards to Seth.

- The little kid tryna capture Cody's entrance on his phone, kids are the best wrestling fans man 😭

- This match started off great where both opponents are tryna get a read on each other.

- Theory doing the Stardust taunt!!!!!💀

- This match has been really competitive so far I'm loving it. I like Theory's character work of working his way out of offence

- Double Crossbody? I've never seen that before it made me giggle 😂

- Ah Seth I knew you would be here. God this was good they timed it PERFECTLY.

- In this week's episode of my weekly bullying of Seth Rollins, why is he out here looking like Michael Jackson 😂

- I was afraid the table was gonna collapse during that curb stomp 😬

- Nikki and Doudrop, this gonna be cool. I haven't seen Doudrop since her Bianca feud. The women's tag division is in desperate need of teams

- I glad Sasha and Naomi are getting so much TV time between the two brands, it's what they deserve 💅

- Lmao Nikki, "Don't worry about it I've got it!" 😂 *proceeds to get pinned*

- This might be end of Nikki A.S.H gimmick, which is sad because there was lot of potential in it. But let's see what's going on going forward.

- Miz special guest ref, there's going to be many shenanigans.

- I like Ciampa feuding with Ali first before he hits the US Title, but still keeping the Theory feud in the back of everyone's minds.

- I just need Ciampa to talk I NEED TO KNOW WHY'S HE GOING FOR ALI SPECIFICALLY

- I feel like Ali is gonna finish up with Ciampa pretty quickly and have him head into a feud with Miz @ HIAC

- Lashley going for a steel cage match yes!!!!

- Tamina and Dana divorce, run off together ladies!!!

- "He got you candy and some limp flowers" "She got something for you" "DIVORCE PAPERS!?" 😂😂😂

- CGI Big Time Becks isn't real it can't hurt you 😟😟

- Asuka sporting that Jason mask I live 😂

- Asuka is just back and we're already in an Asuka v Bianca match my life, my love 😍😍

-Becky was great on commentary, but it did distract a little. But furthering Asuka v Becky which will probably be a HIAC match (maybe?)(hopefully?)

- OH SHE WENT FOR BIANCA NOT ASUKA

- oh now she's going for Asuka

- Good ending tho keeps Bianca & Asuka at the top of the game

#wwe #wwe raw #aiobh.html

[monsterritory]

JAZZ ANON HERE!!!!!!

HOW ARE YOU MY DUDE!? :D!

I apologize for not responding for a while. It’s just that seeing people leaving the fandom got me down in the dumps. I am still as inspired as I was when I came into the fandom in 2020. But man, seeing things like this brought me down. But I am slowly learning to cope with this and cling onto the fandom (and especially Cc!Tommy and Cc!Dream. XD)

Anyways! Enough about me.

The secret third option has me intrigued.

Hi Jazz, I'm doing good!

And I get feeling upset about that. This fandom is pretty dramatic, but that also makes if a perfect space to practice not giving a fuck more. I've got my blorbos and I don't really care what happens to the sources. I'm gonna sit here and write my own little gay stories, and maybe they'll make someone out there happy.

As for the Restaurant AU. I... didn't actually have the third option in mind, I was leaving that one up to you. But if you insist, I shall start typing and see where that takes me.

Tubbo goes missing and Tommy looses sleep over it. On day three, he receives a message - a collage of letters glued together - telling him exactly where he can find out more about his friend's disappearance, but only if he comes alone.

Tommy knows it's a trap. But he takes the risk. Tubbo is that important to him. He doesn't notify the police, he doesn't tell his boss. He just goes.

He finds himself in an abandoned warehouse outside of town.

He finds Tubbo, blindfolded and tied to a chair in the middle of it.

He finds a man he's never seen in his life before (not Dream), coming closer to Tommy with a gun tucked in his side.

And Tommy hates that moment. Because he knows what's gonna happen next. He didn't bring anyone with him, but he brought a pocket knife.

He's always felt like it was him against the world. He knows the law enforcements would care very little for cases such as his. He always suspected that one day the matter of delivering justice would fall to his own hands.

He already knew he was coming here to shed blood, but it still doesn't feel like his own choice. It doesn't feel like his hands are pulling the knife out of his pocket. It's not him waiting for the man to turn and get distracted by Tubbo's whimpering. It's not him stabbing the man in the back.

But he might just be the scared little boy whom the man tries to grab and suffocate with his bare hands, forgetting the gun by his side.

Tommy might just be the little boy that's scared for his life, and the life of his best friend. The survival instincts kick in. He reaches for the gun on the guy's side.

Tubbo has no idea what's going on, he's been sobbing too loud to hear much, but he gets a vague sense that Tommy got lured in. He hears the gunshot and he swaps from crying of fear to crying of anger. He swears he'll get out of this alive and make those fuckers pay for killing Tommy.

But then Tommy takes the blindfold off his eyes. Then collapses to his knees - to undo the rest of the ropes binding Tubbo to that damn chair. His eyes are tired and his hands are shaking. There's no blood in his veins, just pure adrenaline, and he knows he's going to collapse once he's safe. But he has to get there first.

No. First, he needs to dispose of the gun. Of any evidence. It's not likely he'll get a pass of self defense. He needs to take care of himself alone. He always has to.

Tubbo says nothing, other than how happy he is to see his best friend. They hug it out. He takes Tommy's hand, and they walk by the corpse on the ground in silence.

~ ~ ~

Dream is more than happy. Everything has gone according to his plan. It's a shame he had to feed a pawn off to Tommy, but if the rest of his chess game goes according to plan, it will all be worth it in the end.

Tommy has tasted his very first blood. It's only a matter of time before Dream can teach him to love the taste too.

The boy can keep Tubbo, for now. It's a little treat, from Dream.

#Anonymous #Restaurant AU #tw blood and dead dove do not eat #Tommyinnit #Dreamwastaken #Tubbo #(unofficially the Hannibal AU but we're gonna pretend this is an original story)

[beautifully-lumpy]

the beautiful person's journal - #15: a history of caddicarus merchandise

before i post my proper review of the collectible world of caddicarus, i thought i would do a post about the channel's history with merchandise!

like most youtubers of his genre, caddicarus has put out plenty of merchandise. and before 2020, it was all pretty standard stuff; we had all kinds of t-shirts, with a poster and a phone case thrown in there for measure. caddicarus merchandise has gone from being offered on rodeo arcade, to the yetee, and finally to the pixel empire.

the very first piece of caddicarus merch dropped on november 17th, 2013 - the hideo freaking kojima shirt! the "cyoar!" t-shirt and gums unleashed poster were released in early 2014, and the lorne lanning and 2nd edition hideo kojima shirts were released that june.

from november 2013 to march 2018, all the t-shirts, as well as the gums unleashed poster, were designed by nico vliek/whaddupnico. the partnership suddenly ended in early 2018 - these days nico is mostly known for designing the scott the woz branding and being rosie caddick's boyfriend. nico's connection with the caddicks runs deep!

with the sudden ending of this partnership, and after the release of a bandicoot month shirt designed by cerys, caddicarus merchandise as a whole came to a grinding halt. there used to be t-shirts that would release regularly, but throughout the rest of 2018 and all of 2019, no merch of any kind was released.

...well, except for that mysterious "cyoar!" t-shirt. not the first one from 2014, but the second one released at the near end of the old caddicarus era. i don't remember exactly when this t-shirt dropped; i don't recall him advertising it. it possibly dropped sometime in late 2018 or early 2019, around the time i initially left. since this was after his and nico's contract ended, i assume cerys designed this shirt or someone else. maybe dylan west or some other PE designer.

he tried to find new designers to work with in 2019, but it seemed like this didn't go anywhere.

after the channel's rebirth, however, we had our adorable youtooz figure come along! unfortunately, i was absent for this one - i hugely regret not watching the 2020 videos as they released as i'm sure i would've been roped back in and i would've bought this figure. but hey, at least i can listen to this catchy song about it.

in celebration of the channel's branding refresh in 2021 - the first branding truly unique to the 2020's era of caddicarus - we got a displate of the new title card. and fun fact: you can still get it! before the merch box was announced, i was actually gonna ask for the displate for christmas.

then of course, we had the most ambitious and unexpected piece of caddicarus merchandise yet - the collectible world of caddicarus! as far as i can tell, this was unprecedented for this general community of game reviewers; other reviewers have definitely released blu-rays before, but this is the first time a reviewer has released a blu-ray packed with completely new and exclusive content inside a box set with many other goodies. along with the blu ray we had adorable stickers, pins, and a poster.

rejected merch

it's interesting to see what could've been. the three pieces on top, as well as the "but with shaaahks!!" are discussed on nico's behance post of the 2015 merch drop, and the hideo freaking kojima shirt redo and the cyoar shirt are discussed on the 2017 merch drop post.

the poster on the top left is such a wonderful buzzcut-era poster. i would've loved to have owned this poster as it's emblematic of the era i started watching, and i was very proud of my buzzcut/flat-era roots. also the haircuts poster is so funny because if it was designed today, it would have to be like a 3-part series.

this beta design of the slaughter or salvage shirt is nice, but overall i'm much more of a fan of the shirt we ended up getting. it looked so badass and i love how it accidentally predicted the brick wall motif the show would go on to have in the far future.

to be honest, between the two cyoar shirts we've gotten, i actually think this one is the best and it never even got released. i definitely would've gotten this one back in the day, even though current quickies wasn't one of my favorite shows (i and lots of others really only cared about it for quick J. and the "cyoar" catchphrase lol).

and the fact we didn't end up getting a "but with shaaahks!!" t-shirt is absolutely criminal.

my experience with caddicarus merch

you can bet your bottom dollar i wanted a ton of these shirts back in the day. unfortunately, i was but a young teen at the time, and my parents couldn't find out my major special interest was a sweary, raunchy youtube channel. so you can probably assume that did wonders on my mental health!

and it's a shame, because i really, REALLY wanted the slaughter or salvage shirt very badly when i was 13. that shirt, along with the 2.5D shirt, was the first merch drop that happened while i was a fan. i remember visiting family in missouri for thanksgiving on the day this dropped, and seeing the notification for the above announcement video pop up on my phone - funnily enough, it was exactly 7 years before the blu ray set came out.

it was the only caddicarus merch that dropped on the yetee. and honestly, my parents probably wouldn't have even gotten it for me regardless of the show's sweariness, because they used to not trust any website that wasn't amazon. now my mom gets disney-themed candles from small businesses on instagram.

by the time his merch moved to pixel empire in 2016, i wanted a shirt of the new-at-the-time logo. then in 2017, we had a multitude of t-shirts that i clamored to own - a got miluk? shirt, a donk! t-shirt based on a bit from the wipeout 2097 video, an adorable pappy rappy shirt, a stanley shirt, and a bubsy 3D holiday sweater. heck, i absolutely HATED the miluk joke back in the day, but i still wanted that shirt because it looked so damn cool.

fun fact - the stanley and bubsy 3D shirts dropped together in late 2017 and i posted about it on my snapchat. someone in my biology class who followed me saw it, and he told me he was a fellow fan. he was the only caddicarus fan i ever found in the wild at my high school! and you gotta think - that was a HUGE deal back then, especially during the stagnation period. caddicarus fans are much easier to find in the wild these days, but it wasn't always that easy.

the one phone case we've had dropped in 2018, and it was just the thumbnail art of the time. if i was able to get it, the thing that would've turned me off is that i used popsockets back then, and if i put the popsocket on that case, then it would've gone right near his...yeah.

as i said before, i was absent for the youtooz and displate releases. however, the collectible world of caddicarus released two months after i became a fan again, and i could NOT pass it up. now that i was 20, and my parents have chilled out about stuff like this, i could finally have caddicarus merch!

i recieved the box in march 2023, and i stayed in that living room from 8PM to 2AM, taking in absolutely everything this disc had to offer. i was exhausted by the time it was over, but it was worth every minute. it was quite possibly the most important and symbolic night i've had as a caddicarus fan, considering my past struggles. needless to say, i slept like a rock that night. it was as if 10 million weights were lifted off my shoulders. it was the first merch from any youtuber i've owned, and now caddicarus finally gets to officially sit upon my shelves and my walls with the other special interests i've had. it's like i found the missing piece to the puzzle.

but of course, i can't discuss the collectible world of caddicarus in detail without this post becoming too long. the next BPJ will be an in-depth review of the box set!

taking a broad look at the evolution of caddicarus merch shows us just how much the channel has evolved in just the past few years. no caddicarus fan in the pre-2020 days would've ever even dreamed of having a blu-ray set, simply because it wouldn't have been possible. it's even crazier when you realize the channel wasn't even supposed to exist after 2019, but through sheer luck and will, the show is still being made today and it's the best it's ever been!

#caddicarus #the caddicarus show #jim caddick #the beautiful person's journal #the BPJ #hiddenblock #hidden block

[vivisextion]

I first saw Slipknot at age 14.

No one knows how I managed it. I'm not sure I even remember. These days, you have to be 16 or 18 to get into Standing areas. I do know I had to buy tickets on the phone, back in the old days (2005, that is). A singular ticket, too - none of my friends, not even the classmate who had gone with me to see Linkin Park the year before, was that into Slipknot.

But I HAD to see them. This was the Subliminal Verses tour cycle, and Vol. 3 was my first and favourite Slipknot album, even to this day. It's the reliable old warm blanket for my soul whenever I need it. It's on right now, as I write this.

My memory isn't that good, but luckily I unearthed a livejournal (livejournal!) diary entry about the event I made the next day.

August 16, 2005. I went right after school. I went to a very conservative Anglican secondary school, too. I tried not to get caught in the bathroom, as I coloured my nails black with permanent marker (I know, don't laugh) and changed into my standard metalhead baby outfit - Slipknot band shirt, black cargo shorts, and my pride and joy: steel-toe boots I somehow managed to cajole my parents into letting me own.

I caught the bus to the open-air war memorial park where the gig was going to be. I got there at 4pm, 4 hours early. A couple other maggots were already hanging around. I found myself surrounded by tombstones, and I read them all. It was the middle of the Hungry Ghost Festival, too - a very fitting time for Slipknot to pay a visit to this godforsaken hellhole of a small town I lived in. (Especially given the paranormal circumstances surrounding the making of Vol. 3.)

While I wandered around the venue (no security or sound guys were around at all), I spotted two white vans pull up to the stage, in the middle of a clearing. It was them! I spotted Joey and missed him by a hair's breadth. I was quickly ushered behind the stone archway entrance by security then.

(Funnily enough, while walking around, I got mistaken for Joey more than once. I am the same height as him, had the same long black hair, same pale skin, and was wearing almost exactly what he had been. One person claimed from behind, I was a dead ringer, apart from when I turned around, and they realised I was Chinese.)

It was soundcheck time. A sound guy testing the mics would say random things, like "testing one two three two one.... fudge fudge, I like fudge...." The band even did Purity, so us earlybirds were given a rare treat, and we screamed along from the entrance, and drummed our fists on the sides of nearby porta-potties. I hope no one was in there at the time. Whenever we got a glance of any of them, we'd scream and cheer. Finally they left again, but were soon to return.

This was the first time I'd been a part of the metal community. I was barely allowed internet in those days. But here, random strangers were friendly, striking up conversations like they'd been friends for years. Two big guys, called Trevor and Ted, looked out for me the entire gig after, keeping other big dudes from crushing me too much (I'm 5'3, remember). Other people commented on me being so baby, because I was only 14, and said they would take care of me.

When we were finally let in, right after the usher cut the rope, I ran in, screamed "WOOOHOOO!" along with a few friends I'd made. I only briefly stopped to receive this RoadRunner Records compilation CD from a roadie, then resumed running like a madman screaming and dashing into the VIP cage.

I was right up against the barricade - the first time I would ever be at a gig. People from assorted magazines and press took photos of us, and I think I got my photo taken about 10 times at least.

(This is how I got in trouble with my parents the next day. My photo had ended up in a local paper - you can see examples of that here. They had no idea what I'd been to see the night before, and were horrified when they saw what Slipknot looked like.)

We saw Sid filming us from the stage with a camcorder and screamed at him. We saw Jim and screamed at him too, and he flashed the victory sign back at us. I remember Metallica playing at the time, another one of my favourite bands.

The concert was a brutal religious experience I will never forget. People with their arms outstretched, crying and screaming out loud, moving like the devil possessed them.

The new friends around me made sure I was alright after every song! There were huge guys fainting behind us who had to get carried out, but I endured, a tiny 14 year old child. We got a family speech as per tradition, of course. "Are you guys out there all looking out for each other? We're all one big family, and we gotta look out for each other." What Corey said held true - strangers hugged, shook hands, talked, and made friends. I was heartened by how close-knit the maggot community was. It really did feel like a family, and it's felt like that ever since.

Of course, I did my first Jump The Fuck Up. It is possibly the most euphoria I've ever experienced all at one go. (Later, in 2020, I was extremely disappointed that I didn't get to do it again in London.)

They did the death masks for Vermilion, and I remember Chris helping Sid fix his mask and shirt when they'd changed back. Sid hung out near Clown's drums for most of the time too, and hugged him from behind and just latched on at one point. It was pretty adorable.

Fun fact: The version of Eyeless you hear on the 9.0 Live album is from Singapore, as is Eeyore. There are very few photos and videos from the crowd of this gig, because in 2005, very few people had camera phones. The crowd at the Slipknot gig in 2020 was a sea of arms with phones, filming the gig rather than experiencing it. Yes, I'm going to be that cranky old geezer who complains about the good old days.

Joey as usual, was fucking amazing and never failed. However, due to the fact that I was right up front, only his tiny head was visible behind his vast drum set, I couldn't see him the entire gig.

Amazingly, the government told Slipknot they were not allowed to do obscene gestures, curse, vomit (possibly due to the decomposing crow pre-show ritual), simulate humping on objects, throw faeces, or jump off stage (looking at you, Sid). I don't think our totalitarian government knew who they were dealing with, because watch what happens next.

Near the end of the gig, Corey tells the crowd “your government has given us a laundry list of things we aren’t allowed to do, your government has told us we are not allowed to swear”. Crowd goes “BOOOOOOOOO” and Corey goes “BUT WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!” And they launch into Surfacing, the last song. Everyone riots. Best night of my life.

You can find the setlist from that gig here. It had everything I wanted and more.

This story later got immortalised when Kerrang asked maggots for gig stories, for an article which came out in 2020. I had forgotten entirely, until people began messaging me to tell me, and one friend sent me a scan of it!

On the way out, I managed to get a shirt. I remember calling my best friend at the time, and got everyone at the merch booth to go "IF YOU'RE 555 THEN I'M 666" for her. This shirt has since been lost to the landfill, because my Christian mother took it upon herself to dispose of it the first opportunity she got. Needless to say, our relationship is not very good.

After that, I even managed to get that Roadrunner compilation album they were giving out signed. The band was staying at the Carlton. Unfortunately, Joey wasn't there, neither was Clown, and Mick was swarmed by guitar nerds so, 6/9 it is. It is a great regret of mine that I'll never have anything signed by him, nor will I ever get to see him perform ever again.

The next day, I went to school, my head swimming. Yes, I went to see Slipknot ON A SCHOOL NIGHT. I was a giant bruise, from my ribs and my chest, to my hips and knees, from being slammed into the barricade like a screen door in a hurricane. Most of all, my sore, headbanged-out neck could barely hold my head up. Classmates thought I had been in a fight. I was torn between battle-scarred exhaustion and hyperactive ranting about the most amazing gig of my short life (it still is, to this day). When teachers spoke to me, I wanted to reply, "Fuck trigonometry! I've just seen SLIPKNOT. Do you not understand that my world is different? Do you not understand that *I* am now different?"

My country was a small, conservative town that Slipknot had graced with their unholy presence. Corey Taylor once said that where he grew up in Iowa had a way of making a 16 year old boy feel like a 36 year old man (or something to that effect). I felt that in my weary bones as a teenager, being from a place just like that. Years later, Watain would run into worse trouble, and wouldn't even be allowed to perform. The Christian stranglehold is stronger than ever. It was a good thing that back then Slipknot had the element of surprise, striking serpent-fast and choking this society by the neck for a too-brief time, before they departed.

After that, my desire to play the drums only grew like a weed. Joey Jordison had, has, and will always inspire me as a drummer, and seeing the beast live (or what little I could spy behind the massive riser) had only spurred me on. I had always been a noisemaker, be it driving my parents mad with chopsticks on pots and pans, or driving my teachers mad with pencils on my desk. But of course, my parents wouldn't have any of it. I'd have to wait a good 14 more years before I'd be able to afford lessons and later, a kit of my own. Better late than never, right?

There will never be enough words to describe the impact Joey has had on my life. And it isn't just Slipknot, either. I could write another essay on his time with the Murderdolls and its influence on my own gender-non-conforming ways. Suffice to say, my wardrobe doesn't look too dissimilar to his during the early Dead in Hollywood days.

I told my boss I could not come into work today. I was grieving. I said that my music teacher died, as I didn't think she'd understand the magnitude of my loss. In a way, it's true. And I am not the only one Joey has nudged on the path to being a musician, that much is certain. To the rest of us, I wish strength and love for you in this difficult time. The best way to honour Joey, who truly loved music, both the creation and appreciation of it, is to pass that gift on. Teach it to someone. He is the reason I picked up the sticks in the first place, and one day, they'll be handed on, the heavy metal baton for the next generation.

And finally: remember that the ones we have lost are never truly gone.

Vinnie

P.S. See if you can spot me in the crowd photos in this post!

#Joey Jordison #Slipknot #Murderdolls

[penname-artist]

Today marks a very special achievement of mine, something pertaining to a personal story of overcoming loss and trauma.

I'm proud to say my traumatic experiences no longer affect me in the way that they used to. Yes, some days are better than others. Yes I still think about her. But I am far better a person now than I ever was then, and I'm proud of making those steps to self-betterment.

I'll cover this briefly if only to give context. In spring of 2020, I fell out with a friend. I was given a note two years ago today that basically changed everything, telling me that all this time, after all these art pieces and collaborations and times we hung out...yeah, I was lied to. I was blindsided. Blamed for something I wasn't even aware had been happening. And their choice was to walk away for a bit. A bit, meaning...telling me they might come back in a couple of years.

I was an asshole. Yeah no, not gonna sugarcoat that one. I was mad as fuck. I blew up on her. Several times. Over the course of about eight months, I was in the lowest point of my life. I was depressed, suicidal, I developed psychotic symptoms like seeing figures in doorways and around corners, and delusions that symbols meant greater things. And that she was watching it all. Of course she was. Why wouldn't she be?

And yet I'm still alive after that. Somehow, some way, I saved myself. Or others saved me. It was a little bit of both. It was me, wanting better than this, not wanting to just crumble under someone else's thumb. It was friends, people I never expected to stay that did anyways because they knew I needed them.

And I turned around. Eventually, anyways. Got over a good thirty-something triggers. Sought mental health professionals a few times. I cut my hair. I changed my username. I made a new name for myself, a new face, new everything. And I owned it. I I was going to be me, whether people liked it or not.

And I learned kindness. I learned how to listen. I learned how to be the shoulder for others that I needed then, and I've made hard decisions in the name of protecting the people I love and care about. I left someone I loved for the sake of my own sanity. I learned how to stand up for myself. I learned the strength of self love. And without those experiences, without the pain that pushed me to become a better person, I wouldn't have gotten the opportunities I have now. I wouldn't have the friends I have now.

And this is my biggest achievement today. This isn't just raising a glass to two years remembering the incident that forever changed my life for the better.

This is a toast to one year completely dry of this individual. No messages, no stalking, nothing. I've been completely unaware of their wherabouts for a year now. Given where I came out of, that's a really big fucking deal to me.

So if you've read this far, thank you. This post is more for my own benefit, my own personal pride, but, thank you if you decided to sit in and listen to it. And if you're like me, if you've had to make some hard decisions and you're stuck at the end of your rope, I hope this post can give you some encouragement. Here's to further bettering ourselves, if not for the people around us, then for us. Some people may not always deserve forgiveness, but we deserve peace.

[lady-divine-writes]

Good Omens Secret Santa 2020 - “Lights Will Guide You Home” (Rated PG13)

Summary: While watching the kids for the night, Crowley takes them all on an adventure, which includes a trip to the states to look at the Christmas lights. He drives them around to see bigger and gaudier displays, but Aziraphale is a little confused when he finally gets to see Crowley's favorite. (1556 words)

Notes: Written for Micha (@one-with-the-floor) as part of the Good Omens Secret Santa 2020 gift exchange.

Read on AO3.

"How about this one, kids? This might be the brightest one yet! ... Kids? ... Kids?" Crowley looks in his rearview mirror and scowls. "Oi! When did the little buggers fall asleep?" 

Aziraphale turns away from his window and the house beyond covered in every twinkle light available on the Eastern Seaboard (he suspects) and gives Crowley a confused look. Then, remembering that they aren't alone in Crowley's Bentley, he peeks over at the seat behind them, where five children snore softly, heads leaning on shoulders, fast asleep. "About five houses ago, I believe? Give or take? That's the last time I heard any ooo'ing or ahh'ing."

"Which house was that?"

"The one with the nativity scene made up of inflatable dragons breathing fire and wearing Santa caps."

Crowley's brow draws together as he tries to recall. "Oh, yeah. Right." He looks over his shoulder so he can see the pile of children properly: Warlock dressed in his stiff new Christmas suit, Adam a bit less formal in khakis and a pale blue polo, the rest of The Them a hodgepodge of wrinkled trousers, thick-soled shoes, and shirts of various fit alongside Pepper's red velvet gown, which her parents forced her to wear (a fact she stated numerous times throughout the evening) and which she accessorized with a faux leather jacket and a bulky pair of Doc Martens. "What's the deal with them knocking out so early? They're kids! They're supposed to be boundless founts of energy, aren't they?"

"Early? It's close to one in the morning!"

"Yes, but if you take into consideration the clan of gingerbread people they decimated, then washed down with a gallon of cocoa, they should be bouncing off the ceiling! We've been out for, what? An hour? Two?"

"Try four," Aziraphale says, checking his watch to be sure. "Did you have to miracle us all the way to the states?"

"Yes," Crowley says definitively. "They do Christmas a little differently out here. Bigger. More grandiose."

"That's an understatement," Aziraphale mutters as they pass a house so festooned with lights and animatronic creatures, he can't see the structure they're affixed to. "As is, I'm not sure how exactly you're getting away with miracling the lot of us abroad."

"When Hell finds out I used my magic to take five children across borders without passports, they'll be ecstatic!"

"But will Warlock's parents? Or Adam's?"

"Who's going to tell them?" Crowley shoots his angel a significant look, but Aziraphale matches it, arms crossed over his chest, glaring sternly, and Crowley backs down. "Look, their parents ditched them with us so that they could go off drinking and regaling and having a good time."

"Ditched them?" Aziraphale chuckles at Crowley's skewed point of view. "We offered!"

"And we promised these kids a good time!"

"You definitely delivered," Aziraphale says, smiling at his memories of their night: the snowball fight that ended with them crashing an outdoor service; the horde of snow zombies they built in the yards of a quiet and unsuspecting neighborhood; the hills they zipped down using trashcan lids as sleighs. Aziraphale was horrified by most of these to begin with, but that didn't last. Not when he saw how thoroughly the children enjoyed themselves. 

Crowley, too. 

But driving around, looking at lights? That was an unexpectedly tame suggestion. And Crowley was rather insistent. "But why did you want us to see Christmas lights?"

"Because it's important."

"How?"

"This is the only time of year you get to see this," Crowley explains, gesturing vaguely.

"And what's that? Enough wattage to coax down passing aircraft? Or are you perhaps referring to the eight-foot Santa mooning passersby?"

"No," Crowley replies. But that Santa was hilarious! The children spotted him from miles away and made Crowley drive over. They spent a good fifteen minutes pointing and laughing, making the kinds of off-colored jokes that make parents shush! But more hilarious was his angel's scandalized reaction - his dramatic tut, followed by an even more dramatic, "God Lord." "Humanity." Crowley sighs. "I know I talk a lot about Christmas becoming vulgar and over-commercialized. And come the day after, it'll be back to the business of not giving a shite about their fellow man, trampling each other in the shops to get the most ridiculous garbage at seventy-five percent off ..."

"Something you earned a commendation for, if I recall," Aziraphale points out.

"... but when humans light their houses like this, invite their neighbors to gather 'round, they're saying 'All are welcome! Stop on by! Let's celebrate together!'"

"To me, it's more like they're saying, 'Look at me! Look at all of this useless bother I own! Who cares that I'm diverting migratory birds from their destinations? Astronauts can see my house from space!'"

"Agree to disagree then," Crowley grumbles, then goes silent, and Aziraphale knows he's teased one step too far.

"The children falling asleep will make it easier to transport them," Aziraphale says, easing into a new subject until he can think of a way to apologize. "We can miracle them into their beds when we get back to the Dowling's. Then we can do a little regaling of our own."

Crowley grins. He can't stay stung by his angel forever. He's just too sentimental tonight to have a sense of humor. "Sounds about perfect. Been a while since I've done any regaling."

"Tonight's as good a time as any to start."

Crowley turns down a street with fewer lights and no neighbors milling about, preparing to snap them back to London. "Which house was your favorite?"

"Oh, none of these," Aziraphale says snobbishly. "I'm not the biggest fan of modern-day extravagance. I would have to say my favorite out of all the displays was that abbey down by the river: fairy lights reflecting off the water; tasteful nativity out front; evergreen trimmed with simple decorations - wooden star atop, red velvet bows, paper angels ..."

"Leave it to you to choose the one holy place we found, and only because we took a wrong turn."

Aziraphale wiggles happily in his seat. "You know what they say - there are no accidents."

"Yup. And four rights make a left."

Aziraphale pulls a face. "I ... don't think that's correct ..."

"Don't matter." Crowley turns in his seat, looks at his angel. "Do you wanna see my favorite?"

Aziraphale smiles, all thoughts of turns shelved for the moment. "Of course." "Alright. It's back in our neck of the woods, so hold on tight."

Aziraphale reaches to the side, takes Crowley's free hand in his, gives it a squeeze. "Ready."

Crowley snaps his fingers. 

For a single second, the world stops. 

A bright light surrounds the Bentley, engulfs it in its brilliance. In the amount of time it takes for Crowley's fingers to slide across one another, they're home. 

Aziraphale blinks, looks about as his eyes adjust to the lower light. He expected to see a house pulsating with a glow equal to a thousand suns outside his window, maybe with Virgin Mary riding a motorbike behind the abominable snowman while the angel Gabriel wrestles an alligator. But the shapes around him are familiar. His brow wrinkles as he tries to understand what he's seeing. They're not just back in London, they're in Soho.

Right outside his shop. 

"Which one is it?" Aziraphale looks up and down the block at darkened storefronts, most of them as frugally adorned as his own - a rope of garland, a wreath, a silver bell or two, but nothing special. Nothing noteworthy. Nothing even close to the houses they spent the night ogling. 

"This one right here." Crowley points past Aziraphale toward a set of wooden double doors.

Aziraphale frowns. "But ... that's my bookshop."

"A-ha."

"I didn't do much in the way of decorating."

"I know."

"And I don't like when people stop in, so it's not as if I'm encouraging my neighbors to gather."

"Know that, too."

"So, why is it your favorite?"

"Because ..." Crowley scoots across the seat, puts an arm around Aziraphale's shoulders "... it's home."

"You consider a dusty old bookshop home? When you own that mansion of a flat in Mayfair?"

"You consider the bookshop your home, don't you?"

"Yes, but that's because my books are there, my liquor cabinet, my snuff boxes - everything I'm fond of. Everything I adore."

"What a coincidence. Because everything I'm fond of ... everything I adore ... is at your shop."

"And what would that be?" Aziraphale asks sarcastically. "My bottle of Hennessy Paradis Imperial?"

"No. You, you pair of walnuts," a grumpy Warlock responds in Crowley's stead.  

Crowley glares at his young charge over his shoulder. "Rude."

"Look, could you guys take us home first and then make out?" Adam asks.

"Yeah," Pepper agrees. "My entire body is numb except for my right eyelid."

"Plus, listening to adults flirt kind of grosses me out," Brian adds, the rest mumbling in agreement.

"Alright, alright," Crowley growls, sliding back into his seat and putting the car into drive. "We'll drive you ankle-biters home, and then ..."

"We regale! Which I'm confident will include plenty of 'making out'? Right, my dear?"

"Absolutely," Crowley says with a smirk. Aziraphale snorts when their cluster of pre-teens groan.

"I think we're making them uncomfortable, angel." 

"Serves them right," Aziraphale says, straightening in his seat. "I could have happily gone on for another six thousand years without seeing Santa Claus's rear end. Vengeance is mine."

#good omens secret santa #good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley

[summoner-chan]

[𝕊𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝔻𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 2020✨] P3

Woo!!! Finally got the the last one everyone!! I've been delaying this for so long so I'm really sorry for that (´；ω；｀)

Let's get into it then!!✨✨

[TIDDIES warning because we all know Housamo characters has them 🖐️😔❤️✨]

Ok, I'm an absolute simp for Tanngrisnir and the Battle of Bells Ikebukuro Christmas Event just increased my love for him a thousandfold!! (●♡∀♡)✨✨ Truth to be told, I drew this before the night of the release of the said Event so I'm just!!!! Happy!!!!✨✨✨✨ Ded Moroz out there really be giving my early Christmas present 🖐️😔❤️✨

In this piece, I drew a cough cough towel only adorned teacher because I felt that LW did him dirty from not giving him a sauna skin variant for Mystic Christmas Event which would actually showcase his tiddies that was hidden away in his tracksuit skin variant-

I don't mind if he only had a split moment of appearance but dear GOD give him and the others (Jugo, Marchocias and others I can't remember their names but know their faces well-) SOME DESERVING SCREEN TIME AND SKIN VARIANTS ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

Same reason as the previous piece!!! I just wanted to do more skin variants for my goat hubby and once I'm finished with some current works, I'll work on the sprite making for the skin variant!✨(Besides, i have a thing for my F/Os in sweaters..👉👈...they just suddenly look so ❤️❤️) I'm pretty much excited for it but we'll have to see if IRL businesses will try and kill me or not (・–・;)ゞ💦💦

Also!!!

HE!!!✨✨✨❤️❤️❤️❤️ My hubby who's obsessive with stew making (ㆁωㆁ)

I think I did Yoritomo dirty in this one considering I had an art block that time and just wanted to draw someone and why not the new characters from CHP 11? There's a full picture for this but I decided to not include it in since haha anatomy went brrrr-

This was done in the real early months in 2020 and you can tell the improvements I have now!! And yes!! This piece was the first of me drawing Tanngrisnir, there's some errors how it looks stiff and him looking like he's not really going to kick with determination so I'll try to redraw this soon and give it a more oomph to it and it'll be good! Really loved this piece and making the spinning wheels was already a pain to draw-

Not to flex but- I'll be flexing here because I don't have enough artwork of Housamo characters yet so everyone have to deal with seeing my bestie's artwork presents drawn for yours truly! ✨✨

This was from the art challenge that we did together and the pose reference was from a Chinese Romcom movie called Love At First Kiss (it's so comedic that it's frustrating-) and if I have the time, I'll try to post more of her presents she's done for me because her art is just 😤👌✨✨✨❤️❤️!!!

Here's a little progress work I'm doing right now which is my take on the Exiles and the first of it would Euryome, The Exile from Olympus!

Excuse the really messy sketch since lining the art would take time so I decided to fill out the colours first so I don't have to make my head spinning thinking about what colour to put it with- But I'm really happy how it turned out, especially the water! Which happened to be an accident but nonetheless looks pretty good! This work in progress is actually done during 2021 but you'll see why I included it in✨

THIS was the first design of Eurynome which I done in 2020, now flipping through the papers, I saw this piece (while disrespectfully looking away at the very terribly drawn Ophion which you guys can see half of it-) and wanted to redraw it and so I did!

Somehow, the design was toned down, with the rope rings and horns especially. What I had in mind for the first design was how Ophion was her spouse who is also by chance a dragon kind thus I had implemented the horns.

The revamped version however was more to showing the fluidity of the clothes which was taken from how Eurynome is an Oceanid that Iived in the waters so I wanted something that wouldn't be too heavy looking and went something with more simpler and lighter adornments

So there you have it! The end of the Sketch Dumps from 2020 has come to an end! The next series would be Sketch Dumps from 2021 that will be posted from time to time so please do anticipate it!! Thank you to everyone who had liked this and reblogs are very much appreciated!!

Note that my commissions are still open!! If you want a three art pack for just 15$ just hit me up and we'll get to it! Only two slots open so be quick!! 😤👌✨

Summoner-chan, signing off!✨

#housamo #housamo temujin #tokyo afterschool summoners #anime #@summoner-chan #housamo art #tokyo afterschool summoners type 2 #furry #oc x cc #tas type 2 #furryart #tokyo afterschool summoners art #tokyo afterschool summoners tanngrisnir #housamo tanngrisnir #furryxhuman art

[jackandjackiekennedylover]

Ex Husband

Y/N Faithlynn Urban is an American- Australian Singer. She is the daughter of Australian Singer Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman.

September 9, 2020

Born: April 12th, 1990 ( age 30 years ), Whangārei, New Zealand

Height : 5’10’’

Partner : Bill Skarsgård

Sprouse : Jensen Ackles ( 2019- 2020)

Children: Rue Skarsgård

Why are you looking up your ex wife again , ” Jared asked?

I'm just checking up on her , “ Jensen said .

It's more you staking her instead , ” Jared said.

Shut up, “ Jensen said.

She has a child with him , ” Jensen said.

Don't remember that it was over the news back in December. Bill Skarsgård is going to be a daddy , ” Jared said .

Y/n had always told me that she didn't want kids when we were married. Soon as we get divorced and she moved on and gets pregnant with this guy that she is dating now , ” Jensen said.

Maybe Bill wanted to start a family with Y/n, ” Jared said.

I'm curious what their daughter looks like, ” Jensen said.

Both Bill and Y/n probably have their daughter private so nobody will know what she looks like , ” Jared said.

Jensen looked up your daughter .

Rue Skarsgård

Bill Skarsgård Daughter

Born : 2020 ( age one month )

Parents: Bill Skarsgård, Y/N Urban

Aunts: Eija Skarsgård, Antonia Kidman

Grandparents: Stellan Skarsgård, My Skarsgård, Keith Urban, Nicole Kidman

Uncles: Alexander Skarsgård, Gustaf Skarsgård, Shane Urban

I'm so excited to see y/n in the recording studios , “ Alexander said.

I think that you are more excited then me and I am her boyfriend, ” Bill said .

I'm so happy that you guys made it , ” You said with a smile .

I wouldn't miss it for the world , ” Bill said.

Are you guys ready to hear my new song , “ You asked ?

Yeah , “ Alexander said .

This song is called Tumbleweed , ” You said .

Can't wait to hear it , “ Bill said.

You walk into the recording booth and put the headphones on.

The music start to play.

Hotter than a two dollar shot of whiskey

Looking pretty sitting at the bar

Looking 'round the room with the devil on your shoulder

Like you're 'bout to steal a cowboy's heart

I'm your Billy the Kid

So baby, let's giddy-up, gone

I ain't even sure just a where you're headed

But I'd sure like to tag along

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed

Well, I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one

Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed

Let's ride the breeze

Town to town, just a-kicking up dust

Make a little trouble, might make a little love

Teach me your gypsy ways

Come on, baby, show me the ropes

The real world can chase us, girl

But we'll leave 'em in a cloud of smoke

No telling where we might end up

Rebels like you and me

Nowhere, anywhere, everywhere, out there

Somewhere in between

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed

Well, I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one

Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed

Let's ride the breeze

Town to town, just a-kicking up dust

Make a little trouble, might make a little love

Oh, yeah, that's right

Tumbleweed, tumbleweed

I'll roll with you, you roll with me

Tumbleweed, tumbleweed

I'll roll with you, you roll with me (hey)

Tumbleweed, tumbleweed

I'll roll with you, you roll with me

Tumbleweed, tumbleweed

I'll roll with you, you roll with me

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed

Well, I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one

Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed

Let's ride the breeze

Town to town, just a-kicking up dust

Make a little trouble, might make a little love

I love it , “ Bill said as he kisses you on the head.

Thank you , “ You said with a smile.

I love you , ” Bill said with a smile .

I love you too , “ You said .

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