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#im actually kind of proud of this one
mrcsjones · 1 year
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A 4-minute animation I completed in 1 month for a gallery exhibition. Obviously, a lot I would fix and do different, but I’m happy with my work ethic to get this done in time. 
Done as a dramatization of me and a couple friends that went on a 20+ -mile, 11-hour hike around the perimeter of Horn Island as part of an annual trip my school hosted. This was the final official trip before the school closed (RIP) but I’m glad I did it. 
I still haven’t developed the photos from that.
2019.
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whaliiwatching · 2 months
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list of adults who are great with kids
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unfortunately i cant actually make a meme better than the movie
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karinmisono · 9 months
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iimaplestix · 4 months
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I pinky promise the first chapter will be out soon!! So uh take this quick render in the meanwhile. Guess who's winning :3
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funnynamehaha · 9 months
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Squib sithers
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Trick or Treat!
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absoleyes · 8 months
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writing-good-vibes · 9 months
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holy water
do i have a weird thing about baths? maybe. another instalment of the road trip, one day i'll add some plot, but for now all i have to say is: he fucked that old man.
WARNING for corey x michael relationship, smut, age difference (not really mentioned but there are details that make it clear), bath sex in a motel, smoking, implied mentions of murder and maybe some very, very light implications of dubcon(?) but it is entirely up to interpretation and i'm really only mentioning it to be extra safe. 1.3k ish words.
taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (if anyone else wants to be tagged in corey related things, just let me know !!)
Corey groans as he sinks down into the hot water.
It had been a few weeks since they'd stopped at a motel, and Corey was going to make the most of it this time, he swore he'd never take the luxury of a cheap motel for granted ever, ever again. The second they'd settled in their room for the night, Corey started running a bath, stripping off his filthy clothes while he waited for it to fill. He doesn't even bother to add any of the cheap soap, the steaming water being enough on its own to soothe his exceptionally aching bones.
So there he lies, the glass ashtray from the room balanced on the edge of the bath along with his matchbook, and a cigarette smouldering between his fingers. He props one foot on the bath ledge, the other anchors him in place. The water laps up his shoulders and around his neck, and Corey's eyes close on reflex, letting himself be lulled into that empty space between awake and asleep.
The room drips with condensation, steam making the air thick without the aid of a fan to draw out the humidity.
Corey had almost forgotten about Michael, knowing he's perfectly capable of entertaining himself (as far as Michael can ever be entertained) while Corey has his little indulgences, until he soundlessly wanders in. No knocking, no tactful cough to alert him, nothing at all to suggest he's there at all. But even with his own eyes closed, Corey can feel Michael watching, can feel his dark eyes burning his skin like the water in the tub had been.
Now the water is only lukewarm. Corey looks up at Michael, stood in the door way, and his cock twitches beneath the water.
He isn't sure Michael is actually in the mood. Corey's learnt, after having Michael walk in on him more times than he can count at this point, that nakedness does very little for Michael. Years of limited privacy at the hospital have made him indifferent to boundaries like that, was Corey's best guess. And he's mostly right; Michael hadn't taken a bath or shower in 50 years without someone there keeping watch. Corey wonders if that's what Michael's doing to him, keeping watch. Watching him because Corey's emotionally unstable; Corey who can swing from quiet, repressed rage, to screaming hysteria, to childish glee, to heaving violence. Corey who, if Michael doesn't keep him in check, could end up being more trouble than he's worth.
Six months ago, in a motel just like this one, Michael had intruded on Corey while he was in the bath. Unlike so many times before, Corey wasn't pleased to see him. With his knees tucked up to his chin, Corey's face was splotchy with tears rather than the hot water he was wallowing in, and his eyes are wet and wide with some emotion Michael couldn't identify.
"Go away!" he'd wailed, pointing out of the room. Michael went. It didn't matter much to him, in fact he found it rather interesting to witness the ways in which Corey could work himself into a state before he simply snapped. Still, when Michael settled back in the bed, back straight against the headboard, he muted the TV, listening instead to Corey's sobbing pity-party through the plywood door that separated them.
Corey never shouted at Michael so directly; his love for him so strong he'd let him do almost anything to him without complaint. But for once, Corey wasn't in the mood and Michael's intrusion only made him feel vulnerable, made him feel smaller than he already did. He wanted to be alone. He wanted his momma but she was dead.
Two hours later, Corey reappeared, looking pink and tired, but somewhat pacified. There's a look in his eye, distant and pitiful. He'd felt so bad for shouting at Michael that he dropped to his knees on the gritty, once-beige carpet and crawled closer, "M'sorry I yelled, let me make it up to you?"
His fingers were wrinkly from the bath water, and rough against Michael's heavy cock. Corey drooled around him, and any animosity there might have been got drowned out by the sounds he made, lewd and dirty in the quiet sanctuary of their room for the night.
But today Corey is more than happy to shoot his shot, see if Michael is game for it. "Are you just checking on me?" he asks, watching for any of Michael's almost imperceptible tics.
Michael remains totally still. Watching him back.
Corey snubs his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, hand going beneath the water to palm himself. Corey was less subtle, he already had a chub just from the possibility. "Or do you wanna...?"
Michael, leisurely as ever, unzips the fleece he's wearing, then his trousers. As his clothes come off, they get added ontop of the pile Corey's have already made in the corner of the room.
Corey watches ravenously, enraptured by each strong line of Michael's body that gets revealed, from his sinewy biceps to his thick abdomen, down to the V of his hips, he lingers on Michael's cock, unfairly big even when he's soft. Corey's snapped from his reverie when he catches the tremor of Michael's left hand as he drops his boxers onto the clothes pile. Corey jumps up, water sloshing over the edge of the tub as he climbs out, putting a tentative hand on Michael's shoulder, "I'll run a new bath."
They wait in silence while Corey pulls the plug, draining the bleak, tepid water and refills the bath. Steam thickens the air again, ghostly tear tracks mark the mirror as new condensation gathers.
Corey wouldn't dream of helping Michael in -- it'd be too much of an insult to the older man, no matter how stupidly subservient Corey lets himself be -- but he holds his breath as Michael steps over the edge of the tub and lowers himself into the hot water.
Corey sits on the tiled floor and leans his cheek against the panelled side. His cock has slowly been hardening, red and aching against his belly, but he can wait. Let's Michael wash away the grime and sweat of the road. Let's him have this moment of true quiet. He keeps his eyes down, away from Michael's battered body.
Corey's being patient, and Michael knows it. Can see the way Corey squirms as he dutifully waits, like a dog who knows better than to beg but still needs to be close by, in case some scraps might just happen to fall from the table. Slowly, the older man reaches out, wraps a weathered hand around Corey's soft bicep.
The younger man looks up through feathery eyelashes, smiles shyly like he doesn't usually as good as throw himself at Michael every chance he gets. He sinks down between Michael's legs, curled up tight because the tub really isn't big enough for the both of them.
Again, they sit quietly, their breathing loud in the still room. Corey shifts his legs, trying to ease the pressure of his hard-on as his eyes drift lower, to where Michael's cock sits heavy beneath the water. Leaning forward, Corey wraps his hand around Michael's hot skin.
"You do wanna," Corey teases. Want is a funny way of putting it.
It's awkward and uncomfortable, but it's so good; fingers scrabbling for leverage on the wet surfaces and gripping tight onto flesh, knees digging into ribs, water spilling, soaking the tile, gasps and grunts echoing through the dampness.
Corey fumbles with his matchbook, desperately trying to keep his rhythm while he relights his cigarette. On his shuddering exhale, smoke plumes from Corey's nose, replacing the dwindling steam with a cloud of bittersweet smoke.
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orcelito · 2 months
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I've always known that my dad loved us, but nothing's driven that home as much as everything we've found in the After.
Our prominence in his home (pictures, father's day cards, gifts on display, the letter), the way he prioritized us... and a damned good life insurance policy, set up specifically so that if he died early (always a possibility, since driving jobs are more dangerous than many) then we would have enough to get ourselves Set.
He raised us to become as independent as possible as soon as possible. Made sure we knew how to cook, clean, handle our finances (though he was hilariously kind of bad at that, himself), and much more. I've been doing my own laundry since I was about 10 years old, so it's a surprise when I hear about people going off to college still not knowing. Utterly unimaginable to me.
He wanted us to finish college so we could live more comfortable lives than he did. My sister accomplished this in good time. I have not. But with his final gift to us, this life insurance money, it's a very real thing I could do. I could Realistically pay for the rest of my schooling and not even have to work through it. And in not having to work as I take classes, I can dedicate myself to them more thoroughly than ever before, and hopefully Finally finish my degree.
Just as he wanted for me.
I'll always miss him, since having him in my life was worth more than any amount of money I could have. But I'll always be grateful to him for everything he gave to me.
I dont need a mother, however much mine is trying to scrabble for us right now. I haven't had a true mother in a long time (or maybe Ever).
Instead, I had the best father I could've ever asked for. He was the only parent I needed.
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dotpyenji · 1 year
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the year of the rabbit technically hasn't started yet but hey
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waterfallofspace · 4 months
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first time drawing The Boy Himself <3
(not snz, and not perfect, but I'm pretty proud of it so I'm putting it here! Didn't use references, though I did use the popular headcanons about what he looks like <3 not spoiler in my mind so I'm not gonna stick it behind a cut, but I did tag it <3)
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yo9urt · 26 days
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video games....
#mine#i love my steam deck sooooooooo much im so happy i can actually play games again like a big proper library of them#and everything#everything on steam AND emulators is available to me. do you know how many games that is!#i started a new beegee3 playthrough on the HARDEST DIFFICULTY (!) today. which is also a single-save difficulty#and im in one of the most difficult parts of the game right now (level 4) and kind of nervous lol#but at the same time im really proud of myself for learning the game to the point i feel comfortable challenging myself in it#and im happy i get to at all :D i love you video games#and sooner or later ill come back to stardew valley cause there was that big update and i have some games on my wishlist too#and its not verified yet but i might play that pomeranian making the house dirty game cause it looked cute#oh and yakuza also because my friend got two of the yakuzas for me#YAYYYYY GAMES#also kind of sad though because tomorrow i pack and sunday i go back for babys last quarter of college#and im worried about how busy its going to be with classes and job apps and then of course actually graduating#and moving out and haivng a job and stuff#when all i want is to enjoy being able to play video games again.... sig#sigh*#WHATEVER...future mes problem#oh i almost forgot...one of the best parts of the deck imo is the versatility because with games like beegee3#you can play it in controller mode which has its pros and cons but you can also swap to computer mode#which also has its pros and cons so like. i can adjust as needed#when im just exploring or trying to loot an area etc i go controller#but when im in combat i go computer because the hotbar is REALLY helpful for decision making#its really nice to have the option to choose since no console players have that it seems#and the only pc players who can do that are the ones who have and are willing to connect controllers#and most of them dont seem to be into that#but im really glad to be able to do both#ok done yapping now
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pasta-pardner · 1 year
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spotify | the tragedy of the gunslinger: chronicled through rock, alt country, and heavy metal.
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hermitcraft-8 · 5 months
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guys hey. sorry to sound insane but do you guys still like my art. i promise i won't get mad if you don't.
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bowletta · 2 years
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time to get a little sillay ⚡️
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pepprs · 5 months
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im home and already swallowed by despair. can you believe i was in CHICAGO a few hours ago. and now im here. lol
#i know i know. and i need to let the anguish motivate me to get out of here. but it feels like i dreamed it all#purrs#chicago#i had a rough time getting out of the hotel and through the airport to my gate and also im bad at math so i fucked up the calculation about#when my flight lands bc of the time zone change and i gave my parents the time in central time not eastern time so my dad was waiting for m#for like a half hour and texting me and i wasn’t answering bc i was still in the air and he was pissed at me and snarky in my texts with hi#and i was sitting there on the plane and could just feel his words ripping into me and the horrors rushing back in and i still haven’t#recovered from it honestly. it wasn’t that big of a deal he just said something that i misunderstood as him saying he was giving up waiting#for me and going home bc id already wasted his time and even though that was not what he actually said it just kinda burrowed into me that#my parents were mad at me and were probably also mad at me for not communicating with them AT ALL the entire time i was in chicago. and it#just was eating me alive. im home now and we haven’t talked about it but they did say things disapproving of the fact that i did a lot of#stuff by myself which i probably shouldn’t have told them. idk. it’s not even that bad i just am torn apart by their rejection of me and#utter inability to just like be happy for me without criticizing some part of it or restraining me. plus the house is just as much of a#biohazard as it was when i left and all the broken things are still broken and it’s like. a lot. i miss the hotel LOL#i think im just sleep deprived and not in my head right today but i do not want to be here. sinking in quicksand unable to breathe. but i#have to be the one to get me out of it and i should have learned how in chicago but i didn’t it was just a break and now im stuck again#delete later#kind of terrible that instead of being so proud and happy about what i did my immediate reaction is to be miserable that im home now lol
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