#lockdown fit

[chubbychiquita]

Oh my God, you are helping raise foster cats? Pls explain in depth

yes!!!!!!!! i grew up w 8 cats and my "if i had a million dollars" dream has always been buying a lot of land w a barn to turn into a feral/stray cat sanctuary. luckily content creation has been treating me well and i've been able to rent a place w an extra room that i've been using to foster cats! first were cotton, poof, and bagheera from the humane society but i just signed up w a smaller shelter to help with longer term medical cases!!

#ppl have been abandoning their cats at record rates post pandemic lockdowns :( #it makes me so sad to think abt but i am glad that i can help where i can #im rlly enjoying it and it fits rlly well with my lifestyle of staying home and sitting on the couch #ask

[bbreaddog]

Okay I’m rewatching jatp (as you do) and it just stumps me every time how Julie can just sight read AT TEMPO without making a single mistake after almost an entire YEAR of not playing??????? OR SINGING? Did she even warm up?? There is seemingly NO SIGN of muscle regression, or loss of technique, LIKE. I don’t think anyone could get their vocal folds to thin out into THAT clean of a chest mix after not singing for a year.

JULIE?????????????

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #mine #LIKE. IDK MYBE I’M PROJECTING OR SOMETHING BUT. I DIDN’T SING FOR THE WHOLE TIME WE WERE IN LOCKDOWN AND THEN SOME #WHICH IS MORE THAN A YEAR BUT I’M PRETTY SURE EVEN AFTER A FEW MONTHS MY VOICE WAS NOT AS FIT AS IT WAS BEFORE #THE FACT THAT JULIE STILL RETAINED ALL THAT AGILITY AND DEMONSTRATED SUCH SMOOTH TECHNICAL TRANSITIONS. LIKE. #hang on i can be normal about this just gimme a sec #GIRL DID NOT EVEN WARM UP HER VOICE #I DOUBT SHE COULD EVEN THINK ABOUT WARMING UP IF IT WAS ALREADY SO DIFFICULT FOR HER TO COME UP TO THE PIANO IN MUSIC CLASS THE DAY BEFORE #okay wait i said i would be normal about it and i will be from now on #idk enough about piano to comment on that #but i do know about sight reading and i can tell you sight reading at tempo without error is like. highly highly improbable #even with more consistent and regular practise than Julie has had. I still would NOT START SIGHT READING A 3-4 MINUTE PIECE. AT TEMPO. #JULIE???? #HANDWRITTEN MUSIC NO LESS #THAT’S EVEN HARDER TO SIGHT READ #WHAT ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH #no wonder mrs harrison tried so hard to keep her in music class #i would too if i had a student like that #does Julie even need music class #seems like music class needs her more

[alwayschasingrainbows]

KILMENY OF THE OLD ORCHARD READALONG.

Ladies, Gentleman and Everyone in Between & Beyond, may I kindly introduce a honourable member of an elite Club of LMM CATS™, our new Royalty:

Sir Timothy the Cat:

Sir Timothy The Cat (Timothy to the few chosen ones Sir Timothy views as worthy of his friendship) Williamson, resides in Lindsay (Prince Edward Island) alongside his adoring parents: Mrs. and Mr. Williamsons. He enjoys being petted and praised, as well as eating first-class bacon from Mr. Robert's (his father's) plate.

Sir Timothy's favourite treat is a bowlful of fresh cream.

Sir Timothy never forgets his manners, eats in a dainty way, and purrs in a resonant gratitude.

Sir Timothy has his own special place on the kitchen bench (warning: the place is NOT to be sat on by anyone else but Sir Timothy).

The other place Sir Timothy finds agreeable is the top of the dresser, where he is able to gravely address himself to the disposal of various tid-bits.

Here are some heart-warming photos of Sir Timothy's kittenhood:

Sir Timothy showing a grand dignity from the first moments of his life! (He shall not be teased.)

Sir Timothy accepting tribute and graciously bestowing a meow.

Sir Timothy living by the rule of Confucius "Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising every time we fail."

Wasn't he a handsome little lad?

But please, do not disrespect Sir Timothy, for he is a brave and courageous cat-being:

Let us hear the the cautious warning by a young gentelman, Mr. Larry West, a former school teacher of Lindsay (Prince Edward Island):

“The name of this animal is Timothy and as such he must always be called and referred to. Never, [...], let him hear you speaking of [him] as ‘the cat,’ or even as ‘Tim.’ You will never be forgiven and he will not consider you a fit person to have charge of the school." [Edit: Mr. Larry West himself had learnt this lesson too late].

Let us finish this short introduction by showing the recent photo session Sir Timothy agreed to take part in:

Sir Timothy during his daily morning exercise routine and strenght-training:

Sir Timothy enjoying his daily dose of being petted:

Sir Timothy being the subject of affection of many:

Sir Timothy during New Year's Eve Party (We love the sparkly coat! Sir Timothy is a fashion icon):

(A tip for those who want to achieve such an amazing effect: don't skimp on glitter):

Sir Timothy's daily beauty routine:

Sir Timothy enjoying his meal:

Sir Timothy having his well-deserved rest after such tiresome day:

Sir Timothy is the new member of the elite Club of LMM CATS™ - introduced via The Kilmeny of The Orchard. He is the BEST part of the novel and we love him for this!

WE STAN OUR SIR TIMOTHY! (PETITION TO REWRITE THE ENTIRE KILMENY BOOK SO THERE ARE ONLY SIR TIMOTHY AND HIS SERVANTS... I MEAN, PARENTS AND FRIENDS, PRESENT).

Thank you kindly for following our CAT-CELEBRITIES!!!!

#lm montgomery #kilmeny of the orchard #kilmeny readalong #tribute to timothy the cat #i know larry said that robert wouldn't forgive eric for calling timothy “a cat” or “tim” but it fit better that timothy wouldn't #lmm elite cat club #i adore timothy #i adore all lmm cats #lmm lockdown #cats #maybe i should think of making posts for other members of elite lmm cats club??? #headcanon: the reason larry had to leave his position of the school master was the fact he called sir timothy “kitten” or 'tim“ #sir timothy never forgave him

[draqonsblues]

you gotta understand how sad and lonely yeong's situation as well. she remembers nothing before jinyowon and was locked up by her supposedly mother until some man walked in and turned the entire situation. but that man is still mourning his past lover (which is her but she doesnt remember) which makes her think she really doesn't fit in or is not needed. both of them are walking in circles that it ends up hurting them and id be eating up the angst

#alchemy of souls #alchemy of souls: light and shadow #WE'RE HALF WAY THROUGH #I HOPE NEXT WEEK UK KNOWS SHES NAKSU #the hong sisters really went how much angst we could fit in these characters #and gave them heart wrenching plotlines #aos lockdown

[palabraasinnecesarias]

ranma/akane 814 words a morning in which ranma wakes up in another universe

Ranma hadn’t expected much out of his morning, but the usual run-through consisting of waking up just as Akane was finishing her morning run, making it a hectic morning with his usual pestering as to who would take over the bathroom first. Of course, her reasoning that he could just as easily take fifteen minutes from his sleep to hop into a shower before she finished her run only meant their daily encounter would begin in the dining table, and he didn’t know if he was ready begin in such a civilized manner when it came to her. He needed to toss a few remarks here and there to get the ball rolling, rile her up for the heck of it, receive some well-earned eyerolls and a jabbing pointing-finger accusing him to be a man-child, which was partially true in her defense. 

And that morning, he did wake up just before Akane was to come in, his groggily mind phasing out as he made his way down the stairs with his towel thrown over his shoulder ready to meet the passion of fury she’d seem to enjoy hurling at him each morning (were he to reach the bathroom just before she did).  

His lip twitched into a mimicking smirk as he strolled towards her, her face lightly dazzling from the many droplets of sweat sticking to her forehead and cheek just as she glanced at him. She was holding a small towel of her own, wiping the excess sweat at the nape of her neck, he figured.  

Let the dance begin.  

“As we’ve established before,” Ranma cleared his throat, slowly leaning down to her height as he got closer to her, “you do take longer showers, therefore, I should hop in first.”  

And like clockwork, the dark-haired woman did roll her eyes, but she was also smiling at him. It was a wide smile, crooked, and almost toothy. “I’m surprised you’re not begging to hop in with me this morning,” she replied overconfidently, and he could feel a sudden lump getting stuck in between his throat as her voice softly filled the air in such an alluring way, utterly baffled at her suggestion. “But I’ll let you have it just this once.”  

He looked down at her, and she was still wearing her toothy grin, as though it were some sort of fever dream. He knew he was awake, taking in the intense stare digging into his own wide eyes as he tried to find the words to reply to her. But he couldn’t and in very slow motion, her hands reached to touch his face. Her warm palms comfortably set themselves against his cheeks, cupping them tenderly and tugging him towards her just as she tip-toed her feet with the very successful attempt to clash her face with his.  

She was kissing him. She was kissing him. Him. As in, she reached for him and kissed him, ever so casually, as though this was normal, and she just wanted to.  

Her pecking kiss was a quick one, but her lips were pressed long enough to feel just how soft and comfortable they felt against his. And his hands twitched momentarily, urging them to wrap themselves around her back or rest against her hips to pull her closer, (and maybe he should have) but all he did was let her pull away.   

She scrunched her nose softly at him as she grinned very child-like, saying too quick for his putty brain to keep up, “I like it, I want another one,” and just as easily without hesitation she pulled him for another. But this kiss was a bit more forceful, her mouth opening just a tad, her giddy smile burning and imprinting against him just before she pulled away. When she settled back to a regular stance, with her feet no longer tip-toeing, her thumb reached down to skim against his lower lip as if wiping something off. “Now hurry, we’re going to be late.”  

What was going on?  

“L-late?” He inquired, feeling lost and dazed, a tad disorientated at the way she was looking at him. Her eyes were wide, but soft with knitted eyebrows as she laughed quietly, jokingly flicking her finger against his shoulder, as she rolled her eyes in a very playful manner.  

“Yes, for school, dummy.”  

Oh, right. School.  

“Now, remember,” she said to him quietly, almost like children whispering secrets as she leaned closer to him, her sweaty scent just as deliciously intoxicating as the taste of her lips, “father and Mr. Saotome still don’t know.” She pressed her extended index finger against her thin, spread smile as she squinted her eyes at him, “we’re still not telling anyone, right?” 

His mouth was still very, very dry and swallowing felt like sandpaper down his throat as he nodded although he didn’t know what he was agreeing to. “R-right.”  

#i should probably go to bed #we had a lockdown drill at work today and all i've been thinking about is how to make 15 kiddos fit inside a tiny bathroom #ranma 1/2 #ranma fanfiction #ranma saotome #rankane fanfiction #ranma akane #fanfiction #ranma #akane #akane tendo #ranma x akane

[no-where-new-hero]

*starts ao3 account in anticipation of blue castle fanfic month*

#i used to have an ao3 and then closed it in a fit of cringe terror #but i shall return for the sake of valancy and barney #will i be brave enough to write a smut scene for them? #only time shall tell #lmm lockdown #blue castle book club #blake’s last braincell

[crimeronan]

“man i wish flap were here to make me feel less alone :(”

“what tHE FUCK-”

“wHILE I AM GRIEVING?!?!!?!?!?!?!! WHILE I AM BEING EMO??!!?!?!”

“EYY LISTEN HERE BUDDY NO ONE OUTSIDE MY FOUND FAMILY TOUCHYFEELY CUDDLE PUDDLE TOUCHES THE-”

“.........hair,”

^only other guy allowed to touch the hair.

#toh #toh spoilers #hunter toh #darius deamonne #sorry everyone. i know i updated a fic about darius being complicated and messy literally hours ago but this blog is on darius is perfect #and has done nothing wrong lockdown until further notice. we'll bring nuance back when i stop kicking my FEET i'm so RELIEVED #THE WRITERS REALLY SAID HEY KITKAT WANNA WRITE A TENDER BUT OCCASIONALLY MESSY MISTAKES FIC ABOUT DARIUS AND HUNTER NAVIGATING ALL THE #STUFF THEY HAVENT REALLY TALKED ABOUT IN A POST-CANON SETTING. I LOVE IT HERE. SANDBOX SANDBOX SANDBOX #sorry everything about the episode was stunning but i was tumblr's top darius deamonne blog for months and months #it feels fitting that my first real post about the New Content (TM) will be about The Blorbo. #watching and dreaming

[sparkeram2000]

TikTok Thursday - BigJayJay121

#BigJayJay121 #TikTok Thursday #losing abs #dadbod #weight gain #getting fat #fit to fat #hunky to chunky #belly #bulking #bloated #bloated belly #tight clothes #lockdown weight gain #TikTok

[confused-bagel]

Closing my eyes and pretending Keanu Reeves isn’t voicing Shadow until Jeff Fowler personally comes to my house and tells me.

#I’m just going to pretend that jeff won’t reveal the real va until the trailer #cause like the movie has been in total lockdown ever since they started filming #it’s kinda weird that THIS information was slipped through because this whole year #people have been trying to figure out who is voicing shadow #and keanu does not fit and he’s canon in the movie??? #idk i’m just disappointed #if he’s actually confirmed I’ll still give him a chance #bagel.txt

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

[db extremis!tony] after the assault you were worried about Peter hurting himself and had worked to ensure he couldn’t. What would/could you have done if he’d just stopped eating/drinking?

I was doing my best to give him space, but if he stopped taking care of himself, I would've had to make him sit down and talk to me. If we still couldn't understand each other... I hate to think about it, but his monitor band could have applied a cocktail that would make him more compliant without being too lethargic to safely eat. I would've fed him myself.

#fic: double blind #double blind: tony #ursa interlude: #tony also wasn't... REALLY worried about peter doing anything drastic vs using the THREAT to try and manipulate him #the monitor band wouldn't have helped if peter had tried something that would do the job quickly obvs #but tony didn't really think that was a risk or else he WOULD'VE had peter on full no-sharp-edges etc. etc. lockdown #but yeah he did plan for a hunger strike as per above since that fits more into the type of scenario he was worried about

[ineffable-kelpie]

A Retired Angel's Report

Rating: G

Wordcount: 1,500

Prompt: Smiling into a hug

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley

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Aziraphale fidgeted with his ring under the table as Crowley unpacked their takeout lunch. This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. He just hoped he could get through this lunch without Crowley realizing how ridiculous he was.

“Sushi for you,” said Crowley, presenting the now-plated sushi with a flourish. “And sake for me,” they added, opening the bottle and pouring themself a glass.

“And also for me, I hope,” said Aziraphale.

“Sorry, did you want some?”

Aziraphale shot Crowley a look.

“Alright, I can be persuaded to share,” said Crowley, pouring one for Aziraphale. “Cheers, angel.”

They clinked glasses. Crowley seemed in a good mood. Well, of course they were, they hadn’t been out of their flat in a while, and it had been even longer since the two of them had gone out for lunch. They still couldn’t exactly do that, with all the restaurants closed for lockdown, but takeout in the back of the bookshop was the next best thing.

“So how’s tricks?” Crowley asked, crossing their legs as they sipped the sake. “Bake any more cakes? How’s the sourdough starter?”

“Mary’s doing very well, thank you. I’ve given away some of her offshoots to my neighbors. We’re talking about organizing a bake sale for charity.” There, he’d slipped that in quite naturally. This was going to be fine.

Crowley made an odd face. “Is that the best idea in a pandemic?”

“Oh.” Aziraphale swallowed, feeling even more foolish. “Er. Perhaps you’re right. I suppose nobody would come out, anyway.” He chuckled at himself and shook his head. “Um, I talked to Nina, across the street, and convinced her to convinced her to give her family a call, try to reconnect with them.” That segue wasn’t quite as natural. “It’s…it’s nice, I think, for people to check up on each other right now. From a safe distance. Don’t you think?”

“Sure,” Crowley muttered. They were watching Aziraphale with something like confusion.

“I mean—not with you,” Aziraphale added hurriedly. “I’m very glad to see you in person, as long as neither of us are seeing anyone else in person. Er, speaking of seeing things, I’ve been putting up encouraging flyers around the neighborhood,” Aziraphale charged on. He spun his ring around his pinkie faster and faster. “Well, er, one of my tenants has, and I helped. And suggested a few slogans. I tried my hand at writing a poem, in fact, although I don’t think it was very—”

“Aziraphale,” Crowley interrupted, “is everything alright?”

“Perfectly,” Aziraphale said automatically, and then remembered the general state of the world. “Well, no obviously not. But I’m doing quite well, circumstances aside. Spreading peace and well-being, just like always.”

Crowley treated him to a long stare across the table. “You haven’t touched your sushi,” they said, gesturing at the plate. “You’ve been antsy since I got here, and you’ve talked nonstop since I asked what you’ve been up to.”

“Well, I haven’t talked to much of anyone in a long while,” Aziraphale said defensively. “Excuse me if I need to adjust.”

“Hang on.” A crease appeared between Crowley’s eyebrows. “Are you giving me a report?”

Aziraphale froze for just a second before remembering to act casual. “A…report?” they repeated, and tried to laugh. It didn’t come out right. “Why would I do that? It’s not as though I need to give reports to anyone anymore.”

“You are,” said Crowley. “You’re telling me all the Good stuff you’ve been doing since lockdown started.”

“I—um—” Aziraphale could try to keep denying it, but he doubted Crowley would believe him.

Crowley was tense. They took a drink, set down their glass, and looked at the table. “Do you, er…miss it? Since you quit?”

“No!” Aziraphale said at once. But that wasn’t the entire truth. His shoulders sagged. “Well…Heaven, I don’t miss. Gabriel I certainly don’t miss. But it…it feels nice to tell someone about the good things I’ve done. It, I don’t know, it makes them feel real.” And when he didn’t tell someone, he felt anxious. Like he was failing a test. Like he’d put in all the effort to study, and couldn’t find a pencil to fill it in with.

He looked down at his sushi, still untouched. He couldn’t summon an appetite for it now. “It’s silly,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—You don’t care about that stuff anyway.”

“Of course we do,” said Crowley, in a terrible American accent, brimming with fake enthusiasm. “These are valuable accomplishments that, er, align with our quarterly objectives. Let’s circle back after the deep dive. Synergy.”

Aziraphale was so baffled that he forgot to feel embarrassed. “Crowley, what on Earth…?”

“Trying to make it feel like you’re giving a real report,” said Crowley, in their regular voice. “That’s how Gabriel talks, right?”

Aziraphale burst out laughing, so hard that he doubled over. That he’d been so worried about Crowley thinking him foolish, and Crowley’s reaction had been that… “Crowley—” Aziraphale gasped, wiping his eyes. “Yes, that’s exactly how Gabriel sounds. But I don’t want to feel like I’m talking to Gabriel. I told you, I’m glad to be rid of him.”

“Thank fuck,” said Crowley, slouching in relief. “Need to go wash the corporate buzzwords out of my mouth after that. Er, I can maybe do Michael?”

“I don’t want to feel like I’m reporting to anyone in Heaven,” said Aziraphale. “Except for the part where I tell you the good things I’ve done, and…”

Crowley’s eyebrows rose when Aziraphale didn’t finish the thought immediately. “And?”

Aziraphale felt very small. If Crowley didn’t think him ridiculous now, they definitely would if he voiced the next part aloud.

“And what, angel?” Crowley prompted. “I can’t read your mind.”

“And…” Aziraphale couldn’t look at Crowley. “Well, I don’t think he often meant it, but Gabriel would usually tell me I’d done a good job…”

Crowley’s chair scraped against the floor. Aziraphale looked up to see Crowley and their chair right next to him. Crowley leaned over, reached for Aziraphale with both arms, and hugged him. “Would Gabriel do this?”

Aziraphale blinked as he processed the position he was in. His heart raced. He had scarcely spoken to anyone these past few months, much less touched anyone, much less been hugged. And to be hugged by Crowley, over something like this, for such an absurd…it could only be described as a weakness…he didn’t quite know how to wrap his head around it. “N-no,” he said, in answer to Crowley’s question. “No, never.”

“Good,” said Crowley. “Means I can do it, then. And you’re doing so good, Aziraphale.”

Aziraphale wanted to believe them. But that wasn’t usually how his reports went. “You don’t have to say that if you don’t mean it.”

“I do,” said Crowley, squeezing Aziraphale harder. “Course I do. You’re still trying to make people’s lives a little bit better, even now that you don’t have to. That’s amazing.”

Oh. Aziraphale did believe him. He found himself smiling into the hug, unable to stop himself. This was so much better than his reports to Gabriel. He raised his arms to hug Crowley back.

“By the way, you do know you don’t have to keep doing Good, right?” said Crowley. “I mean, you obviously can, and good for you, but you’d still be plenty Good even if you’re not racking up achievements.”

Ah. Aziraphale didn’t know that, not in his heart. That was never how things worked in Heaven. Maybe, with time, he’d be able to believe it. “I’ll try to remember that.”

They hugged for a few moments longer, and then Crowley pulled away. “Now eat your sushi,” they ordered, doing a half-decent impression of someone who wasn’t the least bit sentimental and hadn’t recently hugged and comforted an unemployed angel. “I carried it here for a reason, and it wasn’t for the exercise.”

Aziraphale laughed and wiped a hint of water from his eyes. He still couldn’t stop smiling. “Yes, of course, my dear.” He picked up his chopsticks, dabbed a piece of sushi with soy sauce, and popped it into his mouth.

He closed his eyes to better savor the experience, noting the delicate balance of flavors, the way the tuna practically melted on his tongue. He hummed in appreciation, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up, and then swallowed. When he opened his eyes, Crowley was smiling at him across the table, their gaze soft.

“Good, I take it?” Crowley asked.

“Scrumptious.” Aziraphale turned his attention back to the plate and went for another piece. “Thank you, my dear.” He didn’t just mean for bringing the sushi. It tasted better, now that he’d finished his “report.” It felt like he’d earned the indulgence.

He knew that Crowley would object to that reasoning. But he also knew that Crowley would go along with whatever logic Aziraphale set forth which allowed him to enjoy himself. And maybe, in time, Aziraphale wouldn’t need that so much, either.

#good omens fanfic #good omens ficlet #hugfest 2024 #ineffable partners #covid pandemic #lockdown #I'll be honest this was just an excuse to fit a plot bunny I didn't know what to do with into a hug prompt #cyankelpie's fic

[iwatcheditbegin]

I really do love that time when Taylor did her own hair and makeup. And just special S/O to the kitchen scissor bangs.

Truly a woman of the people

#i don’t mean it in a bad way #so many celebrities were clearly still getting their hair professionally done during a lockdown #I love that she was actually not selfish #I remember seeing those pics and being like yeah she def cut her own bangs fkfk #same with doing her own makeup and stating it wasn’t worth making others get tested or exposed when it’s not essential at all #the pandemic brought back those curls too #I loved the effortless vibes and think it fit with Folklore/ evermore #truly a woman of the people

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

learnt on radiolab this morning that coldblooded animals cant get fevers which if i had given it 5 seconds of thought i could have figured out on my own however i didnt so that throws a fucking wrench in all of my sickfic doesnt it

#it doesnt really matter though bc my timelords can still do whatever the plot needs them to do #which is exactly canon i think #thats a really fun sorta meta canon trait actually that fits #it was a very interesting episode i didnt realise how we just kidna lucked out on not being that threatened by fungi #and how climate change is changing that #MAYBE shouldnt have listened to this right after starting watching the last of us but hey what can you do #the episode is called fungus amungus if you wanna look it up #anyway so that means that means that timelrods WOULD be threatened by fungi #like where for us it´s viruses for them maybe thats the main plague threat #and gallifrey is hot right? hot and not very wet. they wouldnt have a lot of funguses there #but maybe when they ventured out suddenly there was a lot on other planets and their bodies just arent prepared #i was writing like post-potd yaz/missy yesterday and thinking about how yaz sorta like when they came home in 12x10 #was like maybe a month before lockdown? #they lost the doctor and came home right into a fucking pandemic and yaz lost her mind #like looking for the doctor mustve been like one controllable thing when the entire world became uncontrollable #also a way to get out of the house #shes like im just going for a walk but she just goes to that tardis #anyway but then so i was writing yaz/missy and i had yaz tell her that and missy be like what and yaz was like oh right #you werent on earth then. and then i had yaz ask like you must have seen epidemics #and like have you seen pandemics that spread from planet to planet #and then i realised theres not a lot of that in doctor who? at least not new who idk about old but #theres the girl who waited but there the epidemic or the illness is more of just like a contrivance to create like the actual story right? #about amy and rory and 11 #how different would that be now #i expect we might see some epidemic stuff in doctor who in the next like 10 years #HAS there been a pandemic on earth while doctor who was on? like that it couldve been an influence on the stories? #like you can see climate change as an influence all over the last 60 years in the stories periodically #you know what i mean? #i need to watch more classic #anyway im not gonna change the fic ive already written but this is a fun opportunity to change how i write fever in timelords from now on

[halfelven]

i didn’t even get 3 years of freedom before covid started. and i still think getting into graduate school 3 years after getting out of a cult is an accomplishment despite everyone going ohhhh what are you doingggggg with your lifeeeeeee for 3 years about it. like oh i don’t know trying to get stable enough to not cry every single day or go numb for months? (hasn’t worked) trying to get into therapy??? (also hasn’t worked) timeline of my life is so weird

#i’ve had more life after the cult post covid #than pre covid post cult #and i spent half of that severely damaged #i mean i wasn’t going to write damaged but predictive text suggested it and it fits #severely medicated #if you grow up in isolation #then move to a new place alone #and then get lockdowns #i know it messed me up but man it messed me up #gdlplu #txt #personal #covid

[windydrawallday]

Feed your Spite away

Yeah, that happened. And I'm only doing this once because from now on, for every nasty ask of this nature I find in my inbox, I'll directly delete it AKA feed it to my beast buddy there.

I already explained cleary [here] my views on shipping characters that in canon are rivals and/or enemies but I repeat again: my way of interpreting these characters differs from canon 99.9% of the time so, things like "they are horrible with each other in canon and you are a horrible person for supporting that" don't work at all on my art. Because I don't follow canon, the heck: I practically flip the bird to the canon each time I draw my favorite dynamics.

Anyways, you are totally wasting your time with me. And worse: you are letting something as trivial as the fantasy of someone else juggle with your mind. If I were you, I'd go flag the tags ASAP and/or learn the old skill of ignoring/filtering stuff with the mind (and I'm saying this has someone that comes from the forums/vbulletin era where we only had spoilers to hide things we didn't like to see, so if I learned that, you can too!).

People who think in that way are better off using their time in idk drawing the content you wish to see? Learn to write the outcomes you wanted to exist in canon? "But Windy, I don't know how to draw/write!" I didn't either. My motivation was portraying the way I wanted these characters and telling the stories I desired since I found them.

And here I am. And I'm enjoying it a lot. And I won't let any random stop me from doing it!

PS I hate a particular character that's very popular (because I relate it to personal issues, please don't ask) but do you see me spitting venom in content by others and/or rambling about it like there is no tomorrow? No. So, don't waste your time either. I can assure you it will do wonders to leave the hate behind and seek to surround yourself with stuff you really enjoy.

PS2 And if your reason is to go around witch-hunting/purging the fandom of this particular thing… PLEASE: go study, inform yourself and idk learn to make informative graphics and/or campaigns better because pestering under the work of artists and/or clogging inboxes is the most annoying act and makes you look like a party pooper, no one will take you seriously in that way!

#windy squawks #windy replies #say hi to Acantho #thats how i interpret lockdown in my mind #and he is in charge to take the trash out #or eating it... #please dont feed Acantho: he barely can stay fit skdjhfshsf #now talking serious #anon acussations dont work with me #you only make yourself look like a FOOL #and a dirty coward #go and watch tutorials and learn to draw or write or whatever #use your time i can attest you will feel more accomplished than fighting people you dont know here #windy taps the sign

[sug4r-melon]

speaking of shrike since I suck at drawing cars this is the inspiration for her alt mode ^^^

#i knew i wanted her to be a muscle car like Lockdown #and a convertible seems like itd fit her >:) #OC: Shrike