#late night post because fuck it

[uncanny-tranny]

The bourgeois or "exploiting class" doesn't inherently include the person who gets their nails done biweekly, or the disabled person who has a carer, or the guy who got a $70 video game for full-price, or the person who relies on medication (yes even the ones you don't think they "need"), or anything else like this. None of these people will, on average, have the ability to exploit workers by means of ownership or whatever.

While you are busy fighting with fellow workers, you are still being exploited by your boss, by capitalism, by (potentially) not having healthcare, by being overworked and underpaid, and so are they.

#politics #feel like this wording isn't satisfactory for me but fuck it we ball #used bourgeois because i think as a colloquial word it's recognized but like... #...i dunno i think some people use it to mean 'person who can do [x]' even if they quite literally own no means of production #like the idea that you're exploiting a worker by agreeing to a service they provide isn't what bourgeois means #if i paid a carer to care for a disabled person they aren't being exploited by that disabled person... #...HOWEVER that carer absolutely can (and probably will be) exploited by the systems of power (eg their boss or capitalism) #perhaps it's too late at night for me to be posting about this but it's something that bothers me! #*especially* when it comes to disability and other groups already exploited by marginalization 👍 #if your leftism percludes the disabled (including the terminally and profoundly) or the elderly or the queer or so so much i don't WANT ITTT #saw a disabled person i follow lament how afraid they were to have a carer out of fear of Being a Bad Exploitative Person #and they obviously need one and that makes me so fucking angry to know that they are needlessly suffering

[katiefrog217]

Crowley wasn't good at doing it himself, but Aziraphale was more than happy to preen his wings for him.

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Crowley wasn't very good at taking care of his feathers.

Aziraphale's were always so immaculately groomed. Rarely was a feather out of place, unless he was going through a particularly ill-timed molt. Some called it vanity, Aziraphale called it "looking presentable".

He could hardly blame Crowley for his lack of self-care though; his serpentine physique was hardly equipped with the tools to care for them. If it really got bad, he could always miracle them into shape, though he hardly even bothered to do that.

It had gotten to Aziraphale one day and he had set about fussing with the demon's wings, plucking out every errant feather and straightening the remaining ones. By the time he finished his task, the black feathers shone glossy and pristine in the lamp light. He puffed up with pride as he examined his handiwork, only to wither as realization doused him like a bucket of ice water.

He glanced nervously at the owner of the wings, realizing with a start just how many feathers lay strewn about them. He could make an entire second pair of wings with them, and just as well since he had dug deep and found feathers that should have fallen out 2 molts ago (really, how had Crowley managed to stand it? It must have itched like anything)! Crowley, for his part, lay beneath the carnage, coiled tightly around Aziraphale unmoving. His glasses had long been set side, and Aziraphale turned to find himself being watched by those beautiful golden orbs. He pondered for a moment if Crowley was asleep (hard to tell since serpents couldn't blink), but a small flick of a tongue when their gazes met proved him wrong. He wished he'd been right.

Aziraphale cleared his throat. "Apologies my dear, i-it seems I got quite carried away..." He mumbled awkwardly, embarrassment evident in his tone, his feathers puffing reflexively. It was practically the understatement of the century. 'Carried away'. Preening one's feathers was an inherently personal, bordering on intimate, thing. Crowley especially didn't seem to like anyone touching his wings and here he had spent Heaven only knew how long preening them himself, WITHOUT SO MUCH AS ASKING HIM FIRST--

He shifted uncomfortably when Crowley didn't reply immediately, choosing instead to leisurely inspect the angelic dove's handiwork. The silence was deafening, and Crowley seemed determined to stretch it out indefinitely as his slit pupils raked over each feather individually. Aziraphale desperately searched his gaze for anything he could discern, but only found concentrated scrutiny.

Then finally, finally Crowley turned his golden gaze back to him, his tongue flickering thoughtfully. Aziraphale's heart hammered with anxiety as he unknowingly held his breath, his wings shuffling awkwardly at his side. His fluttering heart nearly took off itself when he finally heard Crowley's low drawl.

"Mhm, thanks. They look... Better. Clean. Neat. It felt... Nice," Crowley said slowly, his s's elongating as he eeked out the rare compliment, the last part mumbled so quietly Aziraphale nearly thought he imagined it. Before he could muster a reply, Crowley dipped his head, laying it firmly beneath Aziraphale's feathery breast. His coils tightened as one came up to cover his face, shielding his eyes from view. Evidently, he was done talking.

Aziraphale stood there silently for a moment, letting his racing heart slow to a more normal rhythm before he thought of trying to extract himself from the demon's coils. He had bothered Crowley enough for one night, he thought. However, the moment he made to move, those newly preened wings stretched out on either side, trapping him in, he quietly resigned himself instead.

He would find later that preening Crowley's feathers would, as many other things between them had, become part of their routine. On nights when they look particularly egregious or found themselves with nothing better to do, they would settle in a warm corner of Aziraphale's bookshop, and allow themselves this quiet, yet delicate moment between them.

#katiefrog217 #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #my art #aziraphale #fanart #good omens fanart #art #snake crowley #dove aziraphale #azirabirb #good omens 2 #go art #crowley x aziraphale #crowley #preening #good omens fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #short writing #what the fuck is a beta read #no british slang because i pulled this outta nowhere #that ending is RUSHED #i read too many preeing headcanons and just had to #art rough because i rushed that too #late night post is late #the ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses

[pettyprocrastination]

broke: eddie munson has handcuffs in his room cause he likes kinky sex 

woke: eddie munson has handcuffs in his room because he was once arrested by officer Callahan for possession of marijuana at a halloween party they busted his junior year, but as soon as Callahan sat him on the pavement and turned around, Eddie jumped up and hauled ass into the forest until he reached the trailer park. His uncle had to pick the lock to get them off his dumbass nephew (making eddie swear to 1. never ask how his uncle knew how to pick locks and 2. never get fucking arrested again) Eddie kept the handcuff’s as a memoir of the night he outran the Hawkins Police Department. 

#tj talks #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #sorry i just think its funny #hopper: what. what do you MEAN he 'got away' #callahan: HES VERY FAST AND SLIPPERY OKAY #but fr i cant imagine hopper like. giving a shit #probably has been called on that kid more than once and each time its jsut that tired sigh of 'i dont want to be here either okay' #edit: dont turn this post into a 'if you characterize eddie as anything other than my own personal hc i get mad' thing because it isnt!! #this is a simple littoe heeha i had late at night #relaistically the cuffs are most likely accessories/decor i just thought it was funny #but i keep seeing people do the 'THIS is canon ajd if you think otherwise shut the fuck up' #so lets all just be calm ajd play nice in our little fake land of blorbos

[rowanyx]

There is something so deep about Laerryn's choice in the finale, and Brennan's phrasing of the decision to be made.

To clarify, this scene (copied and pasted from the CR wiki transcripts):

BRENNAN: On a 16, you must make a tough decision. Do you want to further limit the release of energy and make the release of energy safer for the physical environs of Avalir and Cathmoíra, or do you want to ensure that Rau'shan and Ka'Mort will be permanently banished from Exandria?

TRAVIS: Impossible.

AABRIA: Laerryn's little joke to herself was always that the Heart of Avalir was the thing she inherited, but it was too small. She made it bigger, she improved it. She improved the Etheric Net and built this and that she was the Heart of Avalir, and she gave everything to this city. But I know what people are fighting to protect and I remember what Quay said about going down with the ship. So we will ensure it. This will work. Avalir be damned.

or this timestamp of the episode (in case the link doesn't work for the timestamp, the first comment's list has it labelled Laerryn's Tough Decision):

As we were first introduced to her, Laerryn Coramar-Seelie is the Architect Arcane. As Aabria herself even put, her whole life, all her work, is about taking the city and making it better. Building more. Expansion is the name of the game. So when Brennan specifies that the limiting of energy output will save the physical environs rather than the people, that holds weight.

Just, in a mechanics aspect, there is the fact she is an Abjurer. The whole point of her magic is exactly this choice. To stop things from being destroyed. Her wards that take the damage so that she or others will not. She is not built to bring destruction, leave the fight to others. She will be there to soften the blows that come her allies' ways. She is the one one deciding this, and it feels right, because she's spent her studies dedicated to figuring out how she will prevent the destruction that comes her way.

But that isn't all.

Because any other hero, any other party member, every other soul faced with this question could so easily think that it is a useless decision. A city can be rebuilt, but only if the Betrayer Gods are stopped before they kill all the people that can do so.

But Laerryn, who has dedicated her years to this, the position of Architect Arcane, knows this city and her structures far more intimately. She has been there, step by step, as she forged them. Designed them. Watched over their construction. It is by her hand it was built.

Asking her, specifically, is asking her to choose between everything she's done, or let it all burn. Asking her to make this decision is asking her to decide her legacy. Will she live on as the maker of the land that survived such devastation, but not the people, or will she go down as the one who helped stop the Calamity?

Her choice boiled down to this: Limiting the energy, their work, the libraries and churches, the colleges, grand towers and hallowed halls, stone and mortar, it all can go on unshattered. Or, stopping the Betrayers, the people may continue on.

Was her work more important than the lives she was surrounded by?

Aabria mentions Laerryn was given the Heart of Avalir, jokes how she improved it. But the Heart of Avalir, while magical, is only an engine. It was made, and can be again. So in this moment, I think Laerryn maybe realizes that the true heart of a city comes from the people. Always thinking, thoughts speed by her, whether or not she ever had time to really process the revelations before her demise.

Evandrin is already gone due her hubris. Who else would she lose? Would it have felt like home, without Loqautious there by her side? Would it truly feel like her city, without Patia keeping up with her? What would she cause, without Nydas to hold her back? What is Avalir, without her Brass Ring?

Her assistant, probably still waiting for her, in their offices, and the choice of which will see tomorrow?

How many will feel the heat of Rau'shan's flames as they die? How many will fall to Ka'Mort's earth?

None, she decides. Her friends and neighbors, the kinsmen of her home, will not feel these pains.

I think it is also a moment that beautifully showcases her accepting her death. She will not be here to heal her city. She's going down with the ship. Maybe her blueprints will be found and used, and Avalir will be as it once was. Maybe they won't, and they'll construct it all anew. But she won't see it, so it is their turn to take what was given and build on.

Of course, Rau'shan and Ka'Mort were not the only assets of the Calamity, and damage and destruction was still wrought across Exandria. But there are enough hands to clear the ruins and make their own stories. And that is because of the greatest Architect of them all.

She gave them a chance indeed.

#exu calamity #exu laerryn #laerryn coramar seelie #architect arcane #aabria iyengar #these thoughts refused to leave my head so long they owe rent #but they couldn't pay up so now i'm kicking them out #aka posting it so other people can deal with it #lowkey teared up the entire time i was writing this #which is better than when i'm trying to sleep and it shows up as a late night thought #and then i go to sleep fucking sobbing #because it's so beautiful #this is the shit #that i love #i don't even know like anything else about exandria #i watched calamity for #aabria my beloved #and brennan lee mulligan #was surprised when i saw lou wilson was part of it #Youtube

[varilien]

and nobody will, nobody can, take it away this time he’s gotta feel good before he dies

#trigun #trigun fanart #trigun anime #vash #vash the stampede #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #vashwood #good morning everyone i'm queueing this at SIX FUCKING THIRTY IN THE MORNING because i watched the new stampede last night #and have basically just been sitting here shaking violently for the last seven hours!!!!!! #this week's gonna be fuuuucked i just know it if i'm still up when this posts at 10 u either cheer me on or mind ur business okay thanks #hey unrelated to the agonies of this recent stampede saturday bullshit (affectionate) do y'all ever think about that moment in episode 23 #when vash is alone curled up in a ball unable to sleep PRAYING to rem to help him make up with wolfwood before it's too late #:) #anyways #i'm gonna go throw myself into the sea now lemme know if y'all need anything

[liquidstar]

sleepovers save money on hotel rooms while on missions 👍

#finn's ocs #finn's art #sorry i was super offline the past few days but i had some time to draw between stuff so. them :) #besides i might as well draw all them hanging out like this after drawing PJ designs. but unlike in those i gave polaris and saiph pants #let them at least be decent while hanging out LOL #i want to draw lots more misc oc stuff now that i have all the refs done #but somehow i have too many ideas and yet none at all at the same time! if you have suggestions lmk 😅 #anyway polaris is annoyed at saiph here because he wont stop moving his head even though the braiding was his idea lol #bella passed the fuck out shes one of those ppl who have a very set sleep schedule #wakes up at 6am falls asleep immediately at 9pm #lets all pray she doesnt wake up with something stupid drawn on her face tomorrow #mira is just having fun tho shes reading to everyone every cute :) saiph interrupts with commentary (causing further annoyance from polaris #al is mostly observing like hes just happy to be hanging out. also having al be the most in the shadows because of course #but he likes watching his friends interact. but also hey man his eyes are up there #anyway i tried my best w the colors here so hopefully it looks okay. i wanted something warm but also kinda dark to give off late night vib #i hope tumblr doesnt kill the quality tho! it looks kinda blurry rn but it might be ok when i hit post #if it fits well i might make it my new blog header too? maybee #^_^

[glitterfish1272]

noelle + asta if he had more than 2 braincells

#HI GUYS ITS ME!!!!! #IM SORRY I’VE BEEN SO INACTIVE HERE #I’ve been much more active on twitter lately but uh. that might change soon for obvious reasons #I watched the black clover movie last night and it was fucking peak #THE ASTELLE!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! #I decided to post this here because I feel the world has a serious lack of astelle art #there are some artists that draw it frequently yes but #for being the mc x female lead it has a bafflingly low amount of fan art on here #so im here to provide you all with a little more #enjoy #black clover #black clover movie #astelle #asta x noelle #my art

[khaire-traveler]

Ok, I'm burnt out, pretty grumpy, and having a really hard time, so I'll be turning asks off for awhile. Posting will be more sporadic. I know I don't have to announce things like this, I figure I'll let people know so they don't think I'm ignoring them or anything. I'm just having a shit time, y'all.

Take care, everyone.

#personal #blog post #sorry for literally just coning back from a posting a break and leaving immediately after #shit just really fucking sucks today #I've been having a shit time throughout this entire move #but the moment we got on the road and the moments after have been fucking hell #i didnt sleep well most of these nights either #as I've been sharing a bed with my mom #and she's used to a bigger bed so she keep stealing blankets and kneeing me in the side #I'm just having a shit time #even spirituality has veen difficult lately #i haven't been able to feel the presence of any deities and that's been reallt hard #because it feels like I'm praying without reason sometimes #but i try to push through those feelings #but i also just feel bad that i keep asking and asking for hwlp without being able to give offerings atm #i just don't feel well #and there's not much i can do about it

[hardly-an-escape]

skin | surprise | "You want me and you know it." • 794 words • Smurch fill list

tags: human AU, coffeeshop AU, storage room blowjobs, right in front of the scones, the pining is mutual they're just idiots

“A crop top, Hob? Really?”

“It’s called fashion, sweetie. Look it up.”

Morpheus dumped a bag of beans into the industrial grinder and hit the button, wincing at the noise. He hated opening. He was emphatically not a morning person.

His coworker Hob, on the other hand, was both a morning person and a seemingly incurable optimist. He loved his job, loved their customers, loved trying new things. Including, apparently, very fashion-forward clothing choices for six o’clock in the morning on a cloudy Tuesday.

Morpheus did not like customers, or small talk, or new things, or much of anything about his job aside from dialing in the espresso machine and baking scones. Coffee and baking were predictable. Reliable. There were rules, and if you followed the rules, good things resulted. He appreciated that.

And he appreciated Hob. He appreciated his coworker quite a lot, in fact; perhaps more than was reasonable for a professional setting. He especially appreciated the extra skin on display as Hob stood on tiptoe, his colorful cropped T-shirt riding up as he stretched high to write the special of the day on the chalkboard.

“I am merely pointing out,” Morpheus said, shutting off the grinder, “that it may not be the most appropriate choice for work.”

“Uh huh. And I am merely pointing out,” said Hob over his shoulder, “that you want me and you know it.”

“I think you – what?” Morpheus’s mouth snapped shut as Hob’s actual words registered.

“You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

He turned to face Morpheus and leaned against the counter. The space they were inhabiting, between the espresso machine and the cash register, suddenly felt very small.

Morpheus opened his mouth to protest. Nothing came out. He closed it again.

“And… if I said…” he licked his lips nervously and Hob’s eyes darted down to catch the movement. “If I said you… weren’t wrong?”

Hob pushed himself off the counter and took a step toward him.

“Then I’d probably say…” His voice was low and teasing and sent a thrill down Morpheus’s back. “I’d say there’s a big, mostly empty storage room downstairs. And I’d say that the front door is still locked and we don’t actually open for another twenty five minutes.” He took another step, until they were standing practically toe to toe. “And then I’d ask if I could kiss you.”

Morpheus answered by leaning forward, grabbing a handful of the shirt that had apparently started all this, and pressing his mouth to Hob’s. The kiss was fierce and messy and weeks of longing and not-so-thoroughly tamped-down arousal bubbled under his skin like hot coffee.

Five minutes later they were in the downstairs storage room, and Morpheus’s cock was so deep down Hob’s throat that he thought he might die.

“Why – didn’t you say something – sooner?” he gasped, then immediately regretted the question when Hob pulled off him to answer. His eyes were a little glassy and a thin strand of drool connected his bottom lip to the tip of Morpheus’s prick, which a distant semi-functional part of Morpheus’s brain filed away as the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“Why didn’t you?” asked Hob hoarsely. “I know you’ve been staring at my arse since Easter at least. I thought I was being pretty damn flirty.”

“I…” Morpheus didn’t know what to say. I’m shy and awkward and everything makes me uncomfortable while you seem to swim through life with the grace of an otter was probably too much. I didn’t think you were flirting with me because you kind of flirt with everybody, likewise. How am I supposed to have a conversation or open the shop in eighteen minutes when all I can think about is the sight of your lips around my cock and all I want to do is come in your mouth and drag you down with me and smell of you for days was a serious contender. “I don’t know.”

His hips twitched forward of their own accord and Hob smiled with those glossy, spit-wet lips.

“Well,” he said, and leaned back in, dragging a deliberate tongue slowly along the hard, needy length of Morpheus’s prick, a wide swipe from root to tip that drew a surprised and whimpering fuck from his mouth. “Why don’t you think about that for a minute while I’m down here?”

Then he sucked him all the way back down and Morpheus couldn’t think about anything for quite a long while.

There was an angry comment on the shop’s Facebook page later that day, all about how they’d been half an hour late to open that morning, with no note left on the door or anything. But neither Morpheus nor Hob could bring themselves to care.

#*arrives a day late with starbucks and one last smurch fill* #don't fuck at work kids it's unhygienic and generally a bad idea #my writing #smurch #dreamling #I fell asleep on the couch last night without actually posting this and then was busy all day today but here ya go!!! #probably not gonna do smapril because I just have too much on my plate already #but I said that about smurch too and ended up with five ficlets and a dreamling bingo fill and two more wips #so who the fuck knows! I'm an unpredictable little scamp!

[zeb-z]

bad who is ready and willing to go full scorched earth, but at the same time, knows that what he’s doing is hurting people. he knows he’s hurting who he loves, he knows he probably will have to do much worse, or at least is convinced of such. it’s not so much he doesn’t care, but more so that he cares more about results, so he’s willing to cause that hurt. doing what’s necessary - and anything is necessary so long as it gets his kids back.

but he’s hurting, and hurt people hurt people. hurt people hurt themselves. he’s taken to torturing himself as a penance for this guilt that just keeps building. he’s doing things that he knows are shocking and extreme, and it’s not showing results. every day he cannot find the kids is a day he takes personally because he feels he has failed them. he hurts those he cares about, he hurts those who are innocent, and he’s going to keep doing so - so he’s going to hurt himself to make it fair.

but he doesn’t see that his suffering is what’s causing the most suffering for those he loves. he’s stuck in this cycle of guilt and blame and unending misery, and he can’t let himself take the hands of those that are trying desperately to pull him out because he cannot face it himself.

he’s got a one track mind on vengeance and he himself is as much a target as those he’s hunting down.

#‘I would never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it’ I’m sick I’m sick I’m ill I’m nauseous. bad :/// #the forest fire thing he keeps coming back to is apt. he’s burning himself in his need for revenge. and he doesn’t care because he thinks he #deserves it. he thinks it’s ok because it’s penance for hurting who he loves #I’m fucked up about it man #at least he’s got so many people watching out for him. it’s not ideal and his passive suicidality is terrifying but at least people are #actively looking out for him #hope this makes sense I’m so eepy rn #late night bbh posting a bazillion things. whoops. not sorry it will happen again #mcyt #qsmp #q!bbh #bbh #z speaks

[existencebringsonlypain]

working on something

#m really liking my noelle here #kris unfortunately just looks like i traced the prophecy pose. which i mean #i SORT OF did #noelle looks huge but. she is. so #next i. hm. what do i do #idk actually #i fucking hate linearting #i Do Not want to do that. especially on this shitty app without clipping layers or protect alpha #which leaves color. which i am also afraid of doing #ig im just gonna have to swap apps. and break out my drawing tablet at some point #but that day is NOT TODAY because it's 11:31 at night and i'm not doing anything that requires effort a #*this late #so NO MORE DRAWING TONIGHT #∪̶​̕ ̪̕∪̶ #≈⏡￢⏡≈ #nutdealer posting #art #my art

[clementinecoastline]

what lan sizhui and jin ling represent to each other drives me up the fucking wall

you have lan sizhui, who represents what wei wuxian gave everything up for. he abandoned his family and station all to protect the wens, and after all of it, lan sizhui is the last one standing. (technically wen ning is there but. im counting him as a casualty). and on the other hand, you have jin ling, who represents everything that wei wuxian gave up. the chance to see his nephew. the chance to see jin ling’s parents. the lives of his parents.

and both lost everything over each other. lan sizhui lost his family because of jin ling’s. jin ling lost his because of lan sizhuui. they are so terribly intertwined. even if they had never met, they would still be connected by grief, and by wei wuxian.  by what they gained and what it cost. by the time they meet, theyve spent years carrying the weight of what the other lost, the weight of wei wuxian‘s decisions

#this stupid fucking series #i make a shitpost abt it and now i feel like this #this post makes no sense bc its too late at night #anyways this just makes that argument more painful because of course it's easy for lan sizhui to sympathize #and to not judge wei wuxian #but for jin ling wei wuxian represents everything that jin ling should have had but didnt #a mother #a father #a family #for him the wound is raw and festering #he paid the price for wei wuxian's good deeds #and lan sizhui gained everything from them #dkhgkjhjkdhgjkshjkdf #mdzs #cql #the untamed #lan sizhui #jin ling #wei wuxian #because he is so key to both characters' existences #mdzs meta #cql meta #clem's corner

[test-tubes-and-theatrics]

To both HLVRV fans and Fallen London fans, I am so, so sorry for what I've drawn completely unrelated correlations to. (I'm lying I regret nothing.)

#So #99% of The Merry Gentleman's design here is absolutely noncanon. #But I realized while drawing them that the “making them taller than my literal tallest character— #that ISN'T a sort of eldritch entity from space that I associate with cyan/blue #(Not G-Bitch) #—and giving them weird ominous fog that ever constantly follows them #and the fact that I gave these idiots heels #[This is where headcanon starts kicking in‚ bewarned] #aaand the fact that they would chase you across an entire city if only for dream related reasons #(Thanks Chnle for the senario of Sleepless chasing Hypnos across several streets because I stayed up late and refused to go back to sleep) #(Several crimes and annoyed shouts of grievances that the other was being stubborn had dawned that night.) #And about the first point: #I once misread a post Mothr o made for SL being taller than literally everyone(including other G-Man) but G-Bitch/GVRV at some point. #I thought it was too funny to take back— #Have I mentioned that I loved both(ish) while they were shadow-y then disliked them slightly after they reveal themselves? #Have I mentioned that I still fucking despise May? #But he's fun to draw like this unfortunately. #Have I mentioned I have several scenarios I could've drawn to correlate these two more obviously but I feel asleep before it? #HLVRV #Fallen London #HLVRV Dr Sleepless #The Merry Gentleman #The Manager of the Royal Bethlehem Hotel #I think. #I have more doodles I've forgotten to post but I thought this one most urgent. Especially since HLVRAI has my mind at gunpoint now. #Most are FL OC posting. And approximately ONE doodle of HLVRV Doc (It may increase in amount.)

[spiritofjustice]

i was so determined to go to bed at a slightly more reasonable time and then got distracted and have spent literally an hour drafting more fanart of bobby fulbright. maybe tomorrow will be the day i go to bed at not 4-5 am boys

#psy's no punctuation posts #'what is slightly more reasonable for you' 3 am #didn't work but i tried KRKF #sorry. i have to admit part of why i spend so much time awake in the middle of the night is because i'm thinking about Ace Attorney #like no joke it keeps me up because i keep wanting to think about it or find art or whatever KRFJDHN #i just get so exciteds about it i dont knoww #it's kind of become a problem bcs i'm going to bed so late every fucking night ever since i got really into it #it's fiiine i'll fix my sleep schedule eventually KRKF

[fuckyeah-bears]

#late night bear posting #should be working on a paper #or fucking sleeping #but instead i'm on tumblr #because honeslty #fuck my life

[queer-reader-07]

went out to dinner with my mom tonight and i unironically spent 20 minutes ranting about how much i hate when people act like alcohol isn't a drug. ✨me when i've been pressured to drink one too many times and my sober by choice self is pissed ✨

#like not mad in an 'alcohol is bad' way #drink if you want i do not give a flying fuck #but i am mad in a 'it is not JUST a drink it WILL fuck with my faculties and i do not want that' #like i am not anti drug but also you need to accept when something is a drug #alcohol fucks with me and i don't like the taste so i don't drink and i fucking hate people who pressure others to drink #if they don't want to let them drink fucking grape juice all night it isn't hurting you #this is a hill i will die on #alcohol is a drug and that is a morally neutral statement #vent post #late night rants because people sometimes *deep sigh* #personal