#i'll reblog it tomorrow or something

[hwiyoungies]

welcome back kang younghyun 💕

#day6 #young k #youngk #ok so i thought about doing something more complicated but also i'm So burned out from this series LMAO #so i did my best for it to look some what cohesive and uuh man what's the word #smooth? yeah smooth #can't even say my proper feelings in the tags yet because i finished this 25 days before he's actually back LMAO #b.edits #missing yonk #day before but i need to add tags now because i don't trust myself tomorrow LMAO #but thank you SO much for accompanyingon this silly gif making journey #it was. honestly a bit exhausting and i'm never doing it again only 50 days or 30 LMAO #and thank you so so so so much to everyone that reblogged every single set #i was genuinely looking forward to your tags and reblogs and if you didn't i was worried like omg are they ok #but our boy is back!!! he's finally back and i can't wait to see what's in store for him #i just. appreciate him so so much and i'm just so grateful for him i know i've said this before #he just. means a lot to me and i'm so so happy he's finally back #yeah i'll stop or i'll cry for real LMAO

[kanerallels]

Okay I gotta go to bed but someone remind me to look for a jewelry box online and message those friends I've been meaning to message when I get up tomorrow

#literally just reblog this or comment or something #i'll see the notif tomorrow #k thanks love you guys

[tblsomedoodles]

idk

by the time i got to my tablet tonight, i no longer had ideas on what to draw for Good Omens. So i ended up just redrawing one of my favorite frames from an old animatic of mine. B/c i just wanT TO SEE THEM HAPPY, DAMN IT!

old frame under the break

i thought i was going to have to put an actual screenshot from the video here. but, as it turns out, this is the only frame that i still have the original for. which is very surprising considering it's one of my first animatics and, as of july, four years old.

it seems i have learned a thing or two over the last four years lol

#good omens #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #my doodles #redraw #link for convenience #i wasn't going to #but i'd rather include it now and not have it be needed #than try to link it after the fact #i shouldn't be posting this at stupid oclock in the morning #but my impulse control is shot rn #(and i said i'd try to post something so here it is) #i'll reblog tomorrow #at a more appropriate time

[druidberries]

hihi! i've started a sideblog (@mixdberries) where I'll be posting other games !! it's still being set up and there's literally like one post on it rn but give if a follow if you feel like it 🥺

#druidberryspeaks #i plan to post stardew and anch for sure #and like #pretty much any other games i play #im always playing something so it'll be fun to share whatever it may be !! #i was so proud of the name #bc its a blog for mixed games... #but then mixedberries was taken 😭 #its okay its still cute #anyway im posting this late i'll reblog it tomorrow ok cya ive got gaming to do 😁

[that-angry-noldo]

"Why did you choose them?"

There is a cold, almost dark curiosity in Eärwen's voice; she tilts her head, glaring at her husband in the light of a poorly lit room.

It is an unfair question, Eärwen knows. Whatever answer Arafinwë gives, she won't be satisfied with it. She watches him struggle, watches words flying through his mind, thoughts racing eachother.

She waits.

What will you say, she thinks, how will you answer? Will you make excuses, will you deny it all?

Arafinwë looks to the window. It's pitch black outside - not even stars shine through the heavy fog of clouds. Eärwen can notice him biting the inside of his lip - a gesture she's all too familiar with; it is ironic, something so well known feeling so distant. (She feels satisfaction. Dark, vengentful satisfaction - true, he hides his nervousness well, but Eärwen still picks up at his signs: how his fingers tug at his sleeves, how his head is just a tad bit tilted, how his lips are slightly pursed. Good, she thinks. You should be nervous.)

"What do you want to hear?" he asks quietly, and looks at her.

Eärwen wants to laugh, or maybe to strangle him. She can't quite decide.

"The truth," she finally says, and smiles sharply. She's hurt, and the wound she was healing all these years is opening again; she's desperate, desperate for her husband to break, to admit he was wrong, to beg for her forgiveness on his knees.

Arafinwë's eyes look straight through her. Eärwen hates it, how he can read her so well after all this time of estrangement. He lowers his head.

"I can give it all to you," he says. "I can tell you I was going for our children, because that would be true - I couldn't stand the thought of leaving them alone, I couldn't stand a thought of abandoning them, not after I abandoned you already. I can tell you I was afraid, and it would be true, too - because I am a coward, and I was a coward, and a coward I will forever remain. I can say it was my egoism, and you will laugh, because you surely called me so countless times already; because in my heart, I was as swayed by the promises of new undiscovered lands as my people were. So tell me, Eärwen Olwiel, what do you want to hear?"

"I," Eärwen Olwiel growls, "want to hear the truth."

Arafinwë jerks his head, and there is challenge in his eyes.

Eärwen feels grim satisfaction.

"I will tell you, then," he says, and his words are bitter. "When I arrived, all I saw were flames. I saw my brother stained with blood, horror on his face. And then, in one moment, I felt pain. Strangling, stiffling pain - I'm sure you felt it, too."

Eärwen grits her teeth. (Her heart stings. Elulindo's death was a weeping wound on their house. It still is, though her brother is between the living again - but he's not the same, he'll never be the same, things will never be the same as they were.)

"And it was confusing," Arafinwë continues, dark and bitter. "Because there I was, standing on the white sand, though it was red, and there was fire all around me - yet all I felt was that strange, new absence; what could it possibly be? And I heard my brothers talking and shouting, and I saw my children around me - they were horrified, Eärwen, Artanis was shaking, and Artaresto-"

Arafinwë takes a sharp breath, and shuts his eyes; he sways a slightest bit before speaking again.

"Findaràto was by my side all that time," he says. "He asked if we should keep moving. I didn't answer, because all I saw were flames, and sand, and pain. Everybody went, so I went with them, and I know- I know, I should've stopped, I should've screamed, but- but I didn't. It hurt. I felt like something was torn away from my very core, and it stung. Every step, it stung. I saw ships passing us, and they felt like a dream. It wasn't real - it felt like a vision, a very detailed, a very horrifying vision; but it hurt, and I couldn't understand why. And - I know it's not an excuse, I know I should've known better - but Findaràto was right there, and I thought, if he's going, it surely must be alright. So I went, and it kept getting colder, and colder."

Eärwen is silent. (The wound, she thinks, never even started to heal, and every Arafinwë's word feels like a new one opening.)

Arafinwë takes a breath.

"Then," he says, "came Mandos, and all the pieces fell together - the blood, the fire, horror on Nolofinwë's face; and all of it came crashing back. Every step, every tear, every word. I howled. I howled, no - I went mad. I reached for Elulindo, and I-" he stops again, and his face is pained, eyes glistening with tears - "I couldn't find him. I felt nothing but void."

The room is silent. Eärwen thinks back to her brother, her brave, her brilliant, her reckless brother, and her heart wants to weep.

"I stormed to Feanàro. I saw nothing but him, with that proud, insufferable scowl on his face. I though of a sword on my hip. I wanted to kill him, I wanted to tear him apart, I wanted to drown him, to burn him, to- he laughed me in the face. You came this far, he said, and it's only now you realize our path is marked with blood? And - I looked at Nolo. I always looked at Nolo, you know? Lalwen was right by his side. They didn't move. They looked right at me, yet they didn't move. I turned around, and I saw my children, and they didn't move."

Arafinwe closes his eyes, and Eärwen feels chills running down her spine when he laughs, swaying, high and weak and hysterical. Tears run down his face, and he presses a hand to his mouth, trying to stiffle his reaction, to even his breath; it lasts for long minutes, and Eärwen wants to leave. The wind howls outside, and Arafinwë's eyes focus on unsteady light of the candle. Finally, he turns to her.

"Here," he says weakly, "you know the truth now. I was weak, and I was a coward, and - and I- and you- this explains nothing, that excuses nothing, but-"

There's no hope in his eyes, she notes, detached. He looks frail in candle's light, weary and afraid; Eärwen purses her lips, and hopes he doesn't notice them trembling.

"I don't forgive you," she says, quiet. "I'm hurt. By you, and by your kin, and that wound is too fresh to be healed by one confession."

What was left of light in his eyes fades; he looks away.

"I understand," he whispers. "I thought so. I'm sorry."

Eärwen wants to say something else - that her heart bleeds not only for her people and family, but for him too; that her empty bed is unbearable some nights, that she misses his touch, that she craves his presence oh so badly some days; but she purses her lips and orders herself to be silent, to be proud, to be cold.

She turnes away and leaves the room.

They part ways, covered by night.

Eärwen sits in her bed. She wants to shut her marriage bond completely.

She sits, and sits, an she never does.

#eärwen #finarfin #finarfin × eärwen #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #haaaaaaa #hey guess who started writing the prompt that won on the latest poll and got HORRIBLY derailed by these two #eärwen has all the rights to be hurt. as does finarfin. the flight of noldor was something that hurt them both horribly #eärwen's grief is anger and finarfin's is guilt #i wanted to write something for eärwen because i mostly wrote her as finarfin's companion before #but she deserves ALL the spotlight #like i know this is based around finarfin's monologue - he's still a fave i can't help myself #but eärwen's hurt plays major role too #so anyways feedback and reblogs are appreciated as always <3 i'll work on my other arafic tomorrow

[unopenablebox]

blocking lace is. so difficult [ETA: this is about knitting. thanks cham for reminding me that blocking is an ambiguous word lmao. anyway here's the. passive-aggressive parenthetical from the original post.]

(if we are strangers please don't reply to this post by explaining blocking methods or technique to me, or with encouragement. i am aware of many tips. i read the blogs. but sometimes you are doing a thing for the first time and you do it with knowing compromises and a clear-eyed understanding of one's own limited resources and experience. and i want to complain about it here, in my own blog, despite that, without people who don't know things about me showing up with assumptions that they are simply intrinsically more knowledgeable than me bc if i was as good as them i wouldn't express any frustration ever.

if we're buddies it's cool because i invited you here to hear me complain. the vibes are different)

#so much KNEELING #did not have enough pins #had to leave one in every seven picots unstretched. but truly i couldn't face up to unpinning it and retrying tomorrow #did not measure properly to make sure it was even. am sure it is not even #did not stretch it aggressively bc i didn't have enough combs to keep the edge straight if i did that #so instead. it's. it's fine #someday i'll get way more functional blocking tools and redo it #or i'll have to redo it in a few months regardless. something #box opener #sorry about the. parenthetical aside. im going to turn off reblogs and probably no one will see or reply to this anyway #but tumblr showed a personal post about my DEAD GRANDFATHER to someone who REBLOGGED IT recently so like. nothing is safe #i have to go back and edit in the knitting tag afterward on things i don't want to get ADVICE ON. to protect myself

[b4kuch1n]

Fic Has Started Posting. Ink Comms Reopening This Saturday (03/06/2023) At 9AM Hanoi/Jakarta Time. I Will Be Putting This Nib Into A Fire

#bakuspeech #hi I am going to eat something and then pass out now #maybe I can scribble something from the chapter I wrote tonite.... the thing with improv writing is #you dont have visuals for Shit until you start writing #fksjdhfkj there are like seven or eight robots I need to figure out what look like and such in this one #well. miya's robot is kinda settled. tho it'll keep changing bc its like the one brand fighter #and reki and langa's robot is basically the movie version of atom. with paint. so thats done with too #on! the subject of ink comm! I'll be easing myself back into it so itll probably take a bit longer than it did in previous bouts #but the content should be the same. youve seen it u know it #Im happy :] my thing on todays to do list done :] thats great for me I am chillin #have a good day lads. will reblog this tomorrow to remind etc #if ur in summer like me. eat something sour. my message to u

[tahtahfornow]

hello tumblrinas just dropping in at this slightly ungodly (my time) hour to say. i wrote something here it is:

our stitching and unstitching (7k, the raven cycle, pynch)

. . . but how many pounds could synchronize this man’s breaths with his own?  Which diamond would carve Ronan’s name into his marrow?  What gold or silver key might unlock the cage of Adam’s ribs and let Ronan hold between cupped hands his beating bloody heart?

(or: the one in which Blue is a prostitute, actually. Dublin, late 1930s.)

#its just a short lil silly lil pynch thing #basically my version of fluff #had to write just a small something abt ronan n adam i love them so much #but after this i promise i'll finally get back to the drag fic!! which i have not touched! in so long! #dont worry :) #life has honestly been a lil rough lately so <3<3 #hopefully this shall harken a positive turn!! #fics #my fic #pynch #trc #adam parrish #ronan lynch #etc etc etc #will also reblog at a more normal time tomorrow i guess

[nuclearspring]

i absolutely forgot to post one of these but... plotting call.

#ooc. #i'll reblog this tomorrow as well i know it's midnight #or uh. the other times. the times that exist in other places. #the non midnight times... #i need to go make a promo or something #(i just want to draw benny but i'm trying to ignore the urge)

[thedoctorsaysimwrong]

i will make everyone regret the fact i've reread gaston's blog and found this god-forsaken news site again. ANYWAY this is a PERMANENT STARTER CALL.

by liking this here wittle post, you are giving me permission to send asks , throw starters at you , tag you in things that relate to our characters , send memes a plenty , in short you're just making sure i don't get a panic attack wondering if i should interact with you or not.

a reminder that : any post, starter, meme, i send or tag you in are not an obligation, a blood contract. you don't have the inspiration, the mind, the energy? just ignore. as for memes, i like to send many for variety's sake but you can answer as little as 0 or as many as sent.

your comfort is more important than this old roleplaying thing.

#( calls. ) #( for the night crowd ) #( i'll reblog tomorrow ) #( for the morning crowd ) #( it doesn't mean i'll send something right this instant ) #( but i'll at least be less stressed if you reblog a meme that my sending something won't annoy the heck outta you ) #( for multimuses ; if there's just one or two muses of yours you're comfy for jack to interact with tell me in the replies ) #( otherwise everything's fine )

[liesonthefloordramatically]

this week is the 9th anniversary of me fleeing my parents’ home, which is. fine. it’s whatever. but more importantly that means that NEXT year I’ll be celebrating a decade of Being Disowned and I really need to come up with a proper way to celebrate it

#I'd appreciate it if people didn't reblog this; thanks #maybe I'll do postcards again...those were fun last time #I feel like I need to come up with something sufficiently queer futurity themed :P #anyway it was pretty intensely upsetting and traumatic at the time but also it changed my life for the better in a lot of ways #leaving is hard but...sometimes it's so worth it #anyway I'm NOT going to write that post about leaving that I keep threatening to write #I am going to go to BED because I need to be AWAKE for MUSEUM tomorrow #Queenie actually says something on this blog

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <33

#woo the last little bit of the genshin event today ^^ #i've been having a lot of fun with it hehe :3 #(though we'll see if i get all the objectives done today or if i need to finish it tomorrow) #other than that... #it'd be fun if i could write something else #or i'll reblog an ask game or smth ^^ #anyways #i hope you'll have a lovely day/night!! <3 #morning rambles

[infectiouspiss]

i'm doing worse than i thought i was lmao i might do one of those bullshit taking a day off from social media things because i can feel myself starting to fall into old thinking patterns and not paying attention to anything i really post whoops. thank you to the anons for pointing it out to me bcs wow that's . not good . yeah i'm . not good

#last time i felt this bad was mid covid when i was fighting randoms online all day every day #i hate the whole ooo i'll take a break thing #but maybe i do need it #so my own nonsense doesn't start causing harm #i would say i know what i'm doing but i do NOT #reblogs aren't the endless scroll of a tiktok algorithm they're what i'm showing people #endless scrolling bad #i'll probably queue some posts and be gone tomorrow unless mcr do something

[maulfucker]

AS PROMISED.

Songs I am considering as titles for this fic

I am translating here part of these songs that I find relevant - to some it'll be just the chorus, to others it'll be almost the whole song. The bolded bits are the ones I like the most as potential titles from each of them

1. Amor Distrai (Durin) by Carne Doce

"Tonight I just want to fuck And not make love, Love distracts From finding out every possibility to satisfy me I want to feel in one spot I want to feel the whole thing I want you wild, And a new way to moan You look great In a new way to fuck And don't turn off the lights And don't close the door And let's find out what excites me, what excites you, What to do to make it better Because I only come like this, Loud and clear"

2. Garoto by Carne Doce

"Boy, I get it, let's not pretend You want me and can barely wait And I want you too, it's plain to see I looked at you with that look Easy Costly Gluttonous Vulgar Hungry Eyeing you up I can already feel myself get wet"

3. Me Beija Com Raiva by Jão

"Throw your whole truth in my face And before you leave I catch you, stop And kiss me angrily, kiss me angrily..."

4. Pilantra by Jão & Anitta

"Lie to me, run from me We swear it doesn't count In this way of ours But it's not because I hate you That I can't kiss you anymore"

5. Escorpiano by Jão

"After trying everything Kissing anyone I found in the world Drinking in parks, calling and hearing you on mute I know... After I swore to forget you Lied to myself until I was convinced When I managed to not think only of you Then you show up [...] 'Wish you well' my ass I'm gonna fuck you up You will remember me 'Wish you well' my ass I am not your friend But you made me like this"

6. Quem Te Fez Rainha? by Lupa

"I closed my eyes to not see you I crossed my arms to not want you But my lips tremble from hearing you arrive My feet take me somewhere else My bones scream for you [...] Everything I did, everything I wanted Everything I am, everything that's left [...] I loved in secret so I wouldn't hear I cleaned up my dreams so I wouldn't remember But this knot doesn't want to be untied The ground starts to quake My bones scream for you Ah, if only I wasn't crazy for you..."

7. Tangerina by Tiago Iorc & Duda Beat

"My destiny Suicidal desire Divine death Sweet tangerine..."

8. Hater by Carne Doce

"You are my favorite coward, My pet hater Who loves me in reverse, Hates me with adoration"

(that's just my favoritest from each, you can specify different bits in the comments if you want)

#hm i should make an original post tag #long post #obimaul #for reference currently the title is throw your whole truth in my face #i tried to use smalltext but i couldn't because it's so fucking broken whyyyyy is it so broken!! #i just want my long post to not look THAT long....... #anyways. wahoo it's midnight!! #i'll reblog this again tomorrow for more people to vote #so sad that poetry is so hard to translate. because how the hell do i translate 'te secando eu já me sinto molhar' #(eyeing you up i can already feel myself get wet) in a way that preserves the dry/wet parallel from the original #(secar means to dry up but it also colloquially means to look with desire) #though not necessarily with dry/wet. could be up/down. or something. but i couldn't think of anything. #hater by beloved hater by carne doce is last because it is sweeping in my mind but i wanted to give the others a fighting chance #i might change the series name to that

[humanmorph]

💤

#^ woah huge #not a good posting time necessarily but i'll just reblog it again tomorrow or something... didn't wanna sit on it any longer !!! #posted on twt already too but not cohost bc it's such a bother . #but iver already saw it so : > #rosa rambles #i'm not actually sleeping though i'm going to finally take a walk. been drawing all day

[twilightarcade]

FREED. Anyways thanks to our sponsor @lemo-nadde. Everyone say thank you Claire. ily.

#wordstag #ARGAGRGGHHEGHHHHHHGHHHJHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGHHHGHHGGHGGHHHH #HUBRIS?!?! #!; #!&@&+&×;+;! #SOMETHRING. SHLORP. NOT SORRY. #anyways while we're here ummmmmmm there's like. An hour left and claire is gone #what are we going to do in this situation. Stare at dash longingly? Sadly accept the fact that I didn't reblog the missing post on time? #that is so deeply unfortunate maybe I shouldn't queue it like. Right before post limit resets. #Unrelated tangent I've been doing some thinking and I know like. Nothing about christianity. #despite being raised christian #like ok there's like. The basics. I think I have those down. But anywhere beyond that is a blank #There were some fiery snakes and a desert there were lots of deserts I think #I have no idea where the saints come in at all #this is scheduled for post limit reset btw but imma keep adding till then #Ummmmmmmm #I still can't draw wings lol #I'm going to bake something tomorrow #I'll tell u how it goes #If it goes well I'll be sharing w the class #post limit is killing me I think what do you mean I can't post anymore. Rude. #also the tag limit is 30 this is number 22 if I can count #ACTUALLY I COULD UMMM. DRAFT POSTS. THAT WOULD BE PRODUCTIVE #yk the posts I've been meaning to reply to for a few days #I might just. Go to sleep.