#my day yesterday sucked

[dog-teeth]

#it was actually the day before yesterday bc i started this yesterday but #also if u want to leave me a tip 4 my birthday my venmo etc is in my pinned post 🏃🏻 my new job is minimum wage which Sucks but itsa sweet jo #comics #digital art #autobio comics

[kirby-the-gorb]

#kirby #daily kirby #my art #digital #hal laboratory #nintendo #it was a hard day today. #sometimes you just gotta cry for an hour about requiring significant assistance to do basic stuff that you don't actually have help with rn! #(my wife is working 6 12s at a job we had to move across the country for) #(which means 1 she is *exhausted* at *all* times and struggling to even meet her own needs) #(and 2 our other partner and all our family and friends are. multiple days away by car. so they can't come help.) #it's getting hard to even stick leftovers in the microwave for myself but no one else is able to cook for me. #it sucks. #(we're moving again in june because this was a 1-year position from the beginning) #(and the idea is for our other partner to move in with us which will help a lot) #(plus my wife should be switching to a reliably 5-day week at that time) #(but we don't know where we're going for another month and a half.) #(so we can't really do any groundwork or anything to make that happen.) #(and having zero agency other than sitting and waiting and getting worse alone Really Sucks!) #I guess this is a bit of a secret part two to yesterday's meducation lol #favorites

[atthebell]

125 days since spiderbit 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 im doing great

#bell.txt #if my math yesterday was righr which who knows #also almost seven months since things were good at all for qc #well october was kind of cool but literally everything else has sucked so fucking bad its actually unreal #like i never can explain how truly metrically they fucked him #every day i grow closer to posting that laundry list of problems and how i would solve them #narrative problems tbc ince again. not logistics #although i could also fix thise by virtue of knowing how to send an email #also also by cool i mean like narratively well done not like he had a good time in october bc well #anyway. i would like to stop being sick and also every other problem to go away

[enden-k]

my only day off and i wanted to draw but instead i slept my evening away bc my migraines kicked in fully and meds didnt work 💀

#didnt do workout or art today no....just slept in then played a lil then napped more then read a bit then slept again.... #im still goign to draw now or at least try but man....sm free time wasted....... #give me 3 days with human contact and i will die from my migraines and exhaustion uwa.. #i really am not made for dealing with ppl its tiresome to act n mask all day n stuff #also the weather SUCKS it was so amazing and warm and sunny and then it switched to storms and coldness!!!! prob another reason why i felt #unwell today and yesterday eugh lit goes to the head #aughhh anw.......getting to draw....getting to draw... #babbles #tbd

[palilious]

Behold, the Heroes of Menedocia!

#this is my dnd party! #yllfira is my girlie #while everyone else is played by the other members of the campaign #i got on a painting rut yesterday and did all of these as quick gifts for the other players #i think im getting better at differing faces #same face syndrome can SUCK IT #i would love to do more of these headshots for dnd characters one day #i think it would be really fun #ill add it to the commission menu sometime in the future #dnd character #dnd campaign #dnd charcter art #dnd wood elf #dnd human #dnd satry #dnd dhampir #dnd golem #dnd bloodhunter #dnd ranger #dnd barbarian #dnd fighter #dnd cleric #oc #art #originalcharacter #originalartwork #sketch #character design #menedocia #pali draws dnd

[tillman]

btw guys can we all just finally agree to stop making jokes about zato one being blind please im at my fucking limit can we just stop with trying to be funny about it. can we maybe think for like 3 fucking seconds before we make a joke about a characters blindness when the series itself loves to just conveniently forget about it and hand wave it away and make it a joke. please. im literally begging. like lets maybe think about why joking about him not actually being blind or haha isnt it so funny hes using a computer or whatever arent actually funny. i dont even like zato one dont make me be the guy to put my foot down and say this shit is annoying.

#every day i see something about zato that makes me so mad i feel like a teenage boy on xbox live but the jokes on his blindness r the worst #like. LOL. you arent funny. this sucks. #txt #sorry still fuming about something from earlier. and from yesterday. and from a few days before that. #<- ALL DIFFERENT THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARENT FUNNY! #literally arent any better than the 20 year old comic compilation jokes. #what if i fucking microwaved you with my brain.

[featheredadora]

i love your pride birds, but i will say that it does make me feel a little sad to see the exclusion of the lesbian flag. :(((

Hi! I'm sorry to make you feel excluded! As I mentioned in the post, the plan was to do more (in fact, the original plan was to post two designs a week during pride month) but I am disabled and have been really struggling to make art (or do much of anything tbh!) for several weeks now.

Unfortunately that meant that the lesbian flag, nonbinary flag, pan flag, and aro flag, all didn't manage to get done. In fact, this ask makes me a little sad because the lesbian flag one was actually next on my list, to the point where I had finished the lineart but not the colouring (for what it's worth, it's a tiel with carnations)

I hope this clears things up a bit - I wasn't actively excluding a flag, it's just been a rough few weeks disability-wise. I hope you had a good pride month, and I hope you feel seen by other lesbian representation! (I also have some other lesbian pride art from previous years!)

#asks #anon #lgbtq #pride month #I know anon didn't mean this in an unkind way at all #but this ask did make me a bit sad #Last night I was looking at the lesbian pride bird lineart which at this point was already weeks late #And I really did want to colour it but my body just isn't coping very well at the moment and yesterday was a very tough day #Pride month is always my favourite time to make art and it has been really hard this year to not be able to do that in the way I wanted to #But anyway I am rambling! #Thank you all for the support and kindness! Being disabled can suck sometimes but I appreciate everyone's patience so much!

[flowercrowngods]

part 1 | ao3

shattered on the cliff’s edge, trapped by the tides

— a steddie ghost story —

part 2 / 7

Soaked through by the icy water and the howling winds, and weighted down by shock and fright, Steve’s legs may as well have been made of lead as he, slowly, with a racing heart, accepts his fate and enters the lighthouse. 

He flinches, hard, when the door falls shut behind him, as if pushed by an invisible force, and he flinches again when a wave crashes violently. It’s almost as if the lighthouse is shaking with the impact, but maybe that’s just him. 

“Okay,” he breathes, whispering because he doesn’t dare to speak any louder, lest the unending darkness might be disturbed — and something tells him that it wouldn’t take all that kindly to that. “Okay.” Once more, with feeling. 

Before he can move and find an oil lamp or even just a candle to bring some light into this place, something thumps from somewhere up the stairs he cannot see. 

He knows that, just like ancient manors, lighthouses have a life of their own, knows they’re prone to moving and moaning along with the tides, with the wind and the water — but that was not the settling of wood or metal. That was something else.

“Hello?” he calls with a trembling voice, closing his eyes at the echoes of his own voice travelling up and down the tower he is being made to call home for the foreseeable future. “Is— Is anyone there? I’m… Well, I’m Steve.” 

Images fill the space behind his eyes, horrible visions of the old keepers luring him here to murder him, out of sea madness or cannibalistic urges, or just to have a bit of entertainment out here, just for a while. Other images, then, of ghosts coming to haunt him, to drive him to the brink of madness, to the railing all the way up on the tower, and watch his descent into— 

Another thump. The sound of a door opening, the wood groaning, the hinges creaking, everything insists the lighthouse protesting its new inhabitant. 

And then, through the pitch black darkness, a whisper. Travelling down towards him, growing louder as it comes closer and closer and— 

Steve takes a step back, his breath coming in shallow rapidity as he reaches for the handle and finding it unmoving.

Run, the whisper says, sounding more like an inhale than anything else — and is the air getting thinner? Run. 

Another wave crashes into the lighthouse. 

Run. 

The whispering voice is in his head now, loud for all of its tonelessness. 

Run!

Steve stumbles backwards, his body too frozen with cold and fear to catch his fall. His body collides with the wall and he slides down, covering his ears with his hands to keep out the noise, to keep out the world as he tries in vain for the fear to subside. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, hiding behind his knees like a little boy, scared of his father’s raised hands and his brothers' gloating. “I’m sorry, I mean no harm, I’m just— I’m here to fix the light. I’m here to make sure it’s— everything’s, everything’s fine. I don’t mean to disturb, I’m sorry. I’m Steve. I’m sorry.” 

Everything stills then — or maybe it’s the cotton in his ears and the staccato of his heart that drown out everything else and remind him that he’s painfully, desperately alive. And mortal. 

But the whispering stops, and so does the groaning up ahead, and silence falls. An unnatural silence, not even broken by the ocean waves outside. 

It’s like the lighthouse has stilled to listen to him. 

It’s something Robin told him once (or rather, debated at him while he was letting her rant wash over him in a whiff of fondness for his best friend in the whole wide world): 

“Ghosts don’t know your intentions, right? So it’s only fair to communicate with them. It’s you breaking into their house, after all. Well, unless they’re haunting your house, but even then it’s fair to assume they have been there all along and you either deserve the haunting and had it coming, or you’re just the poor lad caught in the crossfires. Either way, worth a try, right? If even those still alive assume the worst, I would think an eternity spent in the aether is unlikely to be beneficial to your judgement of character.”

Steve had waved it off then — or, in his case, smile patiently and waited for her to answer his initial question from half an hour ago before she went on a tangent on aether and ghosts and the supernatural; she’d been spending too much time in the library. 

“You learn a thing or two about haunted houses, growing up in a family such as mine,” he’d said, and then, “Dinner?” 

A pang splits him down the middle, regret and uncertainty tearing at him concerning Robin’s wheareabouts and her safety. She must be safe. She must be! 

“They say you don’t like— you, uh, strangers. The locals said you don’t like when people come here, so I’m sorry, but… I’m sorry. I have to fix the light. I’m Steve.” 

It’s madness, it must be. Early onset, although his father would have a thing or two to say about that, would claim it had always lived in him, would claim the way he looks at men is proof of that and reason enough to have him hanging in the streets. 

It wasn’t madness back then, Steve knows, vehemently, desperately knows. But this? Talking to a lighthouse, speaking into the darkness like it’s sentient even just a minute after he first set foot into it? It must be. He’s never been superstitious, has never been prone to ghost stories or supernatural appearances like Robin. 

But something about this place, something about the way it has been haunting his dreams, something about Old John capsizing is enough to make even the calmest man lose his wits. 

Something tells Steve that talking with the darkness is the right thing to do, if only for his own comfort. 

He looks up, his head thumping against the brick wall behind him, as steps approach. They still, right in front of him, and he’s staring into nothingness, almost expecting to make out a shape. Expecting for the next breath to be his last. 

Expecting… something. 

But nothing happens, and the sound of the ocean returns. The darkness seems less impenetrable as a sliver of light falls in through a side light up above. 

“Thank you,” he says, as stupidly as it is soundless, his voice buried beneath fear and dread. 

Miraculously, the darkness seems to fade a little more. 

Enough, eventually, for Steve to get up and dust off his trousers in an attempt to look presentable, or to shake off the residue of his fright — if only it was merely residue. 

Now that the darkness has lightened, he keeps his eyes fixed to the spot where he feels like he can make out a shape in the dust. Maybe it’s just his mind playing tricks on him, though, maybe it’s just the expectation of finding a spectre that makes one appear. 

Madness, he reiterates. But something about it doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t feel mad. And the steps never receded. If they were not an illusion, something created to steal the grounds from beneath his feet, playing with his senses to warp his perception of reality and the truth, then something — someone, quite possibly — is still standing right in front of him. 

He looks on even long past the point of impolite staring, searching the dust for a shape that only appears in his periphery when he moves his eyes. 

It feels rather undeniable, though, that someone is watching him. 

“Hello,” he says at last, having regained some of his voice and footing. His hands clench by his sides, though, his body revolting against speaking with an apparent ghost. 

The darkness doesn’t answer, and neither does the dust. But with the memory of urgent whispers still on the forefront of his mind, Steve is almost grateful for it as he carefully reaches for his bags and stars to move so slowly that it might almost be a mockery of the situation if his legs weren’t so shaky. 

The weight of an invisible gaze rests on his shoulders and settles in the bones of his neck. It takes everything in him not to rub at it — he has no idea what the darkness would take offence to, and he already feels incredibly lucky to have made it this far with his life still intact and only his sanity and his pride having taken a crack along the way. 

He thinks of Old John again, thinks of Good luck, kid. He almost asks the darkness about him, but he bites his tongue just in time. The stairs are steep and if he fell, given an invisible push, chances are he wouldn’t remain as alive as he is right now. 

So he swallows and feels his way along the wall up the stairs. When he finds an oil lamp, he reaches for the matches in his bags — blessedly dry — and lights it.

It’s almost blinding, the shine of the flame that sets to illuminate the way, but Steve feels his gaze drawn to the foot of the stairs where the spectre is still framed by the door. Still appearing to look at Steve. 

Stalemate is one thing to call it, maybe, this tension in the air, the weight of their gazes accompanied by the stumbling of Steve’s heart and the trembling of his hands. 

Steve swallows and continues with his ascent of the winding stairs, never once losing the feeling in his neck. He finds more lamps along the wall and lights them until they lead him to a set of chambers that in any other lighthouse would have been down at the bottom or even in another building altogether, leaving room in a large house or a tiny hut for the keepers to reside in. But none of that is possible out here, in the middle of the sea, towering on top of cliffs that already make it nary impossible to get here. 

The lighthouse is prone to flooding if the wind shifts or the ocean remains ruthless in a storm, so everything needs to be located above the threat of sea level. 

He finds two bedchambers, the beds unmade, a richly stocked pantry that will last him several months if he keeps it locked away from wet air, and an almost inviting kitchen. A burnt smell wafts from the oven, grown stale over time but a certain bite has never quite managed to air out, and when he takes a look, he finds what was supposed to be bread still in there. A coat hangs on a rack, another is hung over the back of the chair, and another stool has been thrown over. 

It looks for all intents and purposes like someone was just here. Like someone is still here. 

What happened to the old keepers? — That does not concern you. 

A shiver runs through him and he tries not to succumb to the terror that seems to lurk inside these walls as he starts a fire in the hearth. He is exhausted, adrenaline rushing from his body and leaving behind only apathetic tiredness and a longing for rest. He doesn’t even remember the light, his head filled with fog and exhaustion.

Once the fire is going and he is sure there is enough coal for it to last all night and keep him from freezing to an early death, Steve falls into bed without dinner. He only has enough strength not to retreat into a dead man’s unmade bed, instead finding new bedding and linen to make it his own. 

He doesn’t sleep on that first night, but he falls into a haze thick enough to be unable to move as the whispers return, knocking and hammering along the walls almost rhythmically, as if waiting for a signal. 

There is no time, they say, though he cannot be sure the next morning if he dreamed that or if he really heard it echoing along the walls. 

Run. Leave. There is no time. 

Tick. 

Tick. 

Tick.

And the night remains dark.

tagging: @klausinamarink @steviesummer @auroraplume @dragonmama76

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things #dio words #spooky lighthouse au #if i tell y'all i am writing these things on my phone within the last hours of the day... :p #i have never done anything spooky so this is my lame attempt at eerie atmosphere i hope i succeeded i hope it doesn't suck #steve will be more in character soon but for now he's stressed and scared and haunted hope that helps #ao3 will take a while to update sorry #i feel like this one's vastly different from part 1 in tone and pace but i'm trying not to obsess over that as i still regain my words #tried to keep this one shorter than yesterday’s hence the rather abrupt ending sorry bebés

[synthshenanigans]

Jashtober Day 1-Lunar

He orple

#been very busy yesterday & today so that's why I've been quieter #and again still doing other ones for jastober & the other set #plus other doodles i drew in my book i gotta fix up #too many thiiiiings #tho id rather being burning art out than burnt out #cos being burnt out SUCKS and im gonna spite it #anyway i gotta hurry again but wahoo #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #cj heart #jashtober #are there tags for this yet? #idk #jashtober day 1 #i hated this at first but after rendering n such i liked it a lot more pfft #the magic of rendering #-atlas art-

[alexcabotgf]

cabenson fic recs please? (like the ones you can read over and over again)

i've rec'ed most of my personal favorites here and here, so you should definitely check those out first, but here are some more:

Descent by milk3002 - established relationship!cabenson are working a case together and it goes south (make sure to check the tw in the description before reading)

Business Dinner by milk3002 - explicit; 4x06 dinner canon divergence

Splinters by VivalaB - post-congo, alex is back to prosecuting for svu but before she gets the chance to really talk to olivia, they both get abducted

Alex Cabot Was Drunk by aolurker - alex gets drunk with the sole purpose of confessing her feelings to olivia (this one's unfinished but it's worth a read)

A New Life by AOBZ - post-ghost, alex is going back into witsec and olivia decides to come with her (this one introduces an OC halfway through which is not something i normally enjoy, however i haven't been able to find a lot of fics which describe their life together in wpp, so if that's something you're looking for this one might be for you)

Mine by AOBZ - alex gets attacked by a perp and ends up in a hospital

The Cabot Cabin and Trial & Retribution by VivalaB - sequels to Déjà vu, i hadn't read them at the time of putting together the first recs post but i have now and i enjoyed all three stories

Questions and Answers series by RaeDMagdon - starts with the extension of the hotel scene in ghost + their s10 reunion

Chain Reaction by VivalaB - alex blows off a potential date to go to dinner with olivia and it kind of backfires

Home Is Where The Heart Is by TriXter21 - olivia is dying and her ghost comes to see alex one last time (i know, sounds crazy but give it a go)

Not So Soft by tremblingmoon - a short one-shot of alex coming back from witsec

Blue Dress by trancer - olivia has a gift for alex

Contradiction by tigerDE - explicit; alex is thinking about olivia (written from alex's pov)

Flight Pattern by The Party After You Left - set around s13, alex is finally coming to terms with her feelings towards olivia who's currently dating someone else (this is one of my most recent favorite long-shots <3)

Holiday Short - Columbus Day by sunsetwriter - alex and olivia are celebrating columbus day (this author has an entire series of them celebrating every holiday under the sun, so you might want to check those out as well)

The Summary of Errors by omiceti - post-loss, alex is taken to the hospital

One Hundred Things That Might Have Happened by omiceti - a collection of 100 ao drabbles (this one might be one of my all time favorite ao fics)

No Wedding and One Funeral by omiceti - conviction crossover; alex and olivia attend mike's funeral (i have no idea who mike is but it's good)

Three Ways to Die Trying by omiceti - and die they do. very angsty

you might need to use vpn to access omiceti's fics but trust me it's worth it. hope you enjoy!

#cabenson #law and order svu #fic recs #i hope these short summaries make sense i suck at remembering what i read yesterday let alone weeks or months ago #and my brain is just not working properly rn i feel like i keep using the wrong words all the time #ig this is my way of saying it ain't much but it's honest work and i hope you like at least some of these!! #boy do i need to finish that ao fics google doc one day. not today not even this year but eventually

[thattheater-kid]

My system friend: Oh, we should tell the waiter it’s one of our birthday to get the free dessert! Who volunteers?

Me: Well, it is actually kind of my birthday.

My system friend: It is? That’s right, it is! It should be you because it’s technically your birthday!

My other friend, who knows our legal birthday (in October) and doesn’t know we’re a system: What do you mean, it’s your birthday?

Me: It’s a… complicated story.

#-kenny #this was yesterday #we told that friend it’s an inside joke #literally was the coolest birthday ever #it was opening night #and we did secret buddy for snacks and stuff #and my secret buddy gave me cool beads and made me a bracelet #and my mom got me a doll (she doesn’t even know it was just because) #and my director got me the show shirt from the fall play #the one I couldn’t get when they were being sold #and I went out with my friends to eat after opening night #people who are actually really nice to me #in the end we didn’t say anything #like about my birthday #my parents got a pie though #again they don’t even know #it was just to celebrate opening night #the day kinda sucked for the most part actually #but it was made up for later #best birthday ever #wish my birthdays were always like that one #did system #plural #fictive #fictives #south park fictive

[druidshollow]

grrrr >:(((

#fuckign. grrrrrr #me when a coworker and i had a fight yesterday (that everyone agreed i wasnt in the wrong on btw) abd i was willing to let it go #but shes obviously still pissed off since she wont even talk to me #but i have to work around her #so like. i guess my days just gonna suck again #like for fucks sakes #going to the art store after work. im going to the art store. just think about thr art stor

[sigmalaussene]

I have art block

art • commissions

#happy valentine's day #that was yesterday #when you just went to the dentist but your defrosted bf saves your life #oswald copplepot #gotham #gotham oswald #nygmobblepot #procreate #artists on tumblr #ed nygma #drawing #gotham fanart #riddlebird #cute #valentine's day #these sucks sorry #sigmaloc #my art gotham #my art #my sketches

[shadyhouse]

soooo im having kind of an emergency situation, the tl;dr of it is that i need to buy two new pairs of shoes for work but i only have $50 to last me until next week. i started a new position at work that requires waterproof shoes, and i THOUGHT my boots were waterproof but i learned the hard way that they very much are not. my one pair of work shoes are now falling apart, so i need to buy new work shoes AND rain boots. i cant go to work without shoes obviously, but i need to go to work to like. live and survive. im very distraught about this, i dont know what else to even do.

if anyone wants to help me out it would be very very VERY appreciated 😭😭😭

paypal.me/bewearrr

vnm: tobias_leviathan

#it sucks too bc i have a weird shoe size. i went to walmart yesterday to try and find cheap rain boots and they didnt have my size AT ALL #its really fucking frustrating i hate buying shoes in general because of my stupid clown feet #my actual work boots are unwearable now too idk what to do. im gonna have to wear them tomorrow to work regardless but they are still soake #theyre soaked And they have holes in them now so thats fun. i bought them 4 months ago and they should actually be waterproof but uh #i guess that means like If you walk in the rain once or twice itll be ok. not standing in ankle-deep water all day

[deus-ex-mona]

l e t m e i n ! ! !

#d a m m i t d to the h to the l whyyyyy did you have to increase the shipping cost by 20 bucks the literal day before the preorders shipped— #thanks to that it only shipped today auuuuuuuuuaughdjejdjdjdhd #wdymmmmmmm the package is still in the same place from 4 hours agoooooooo #auauaaaauauaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i want in s o b a d l y #s o bs the only song jp twt is talking about is last stage #i don’t care about last stage (for now) i want m e o t o ! ! ! #s. s o b s. unless a surprise mv drops ig im gonna have to wait till 12am for the midnight release… 7 hours to go… #ig i’ll just skip a few hundred times and do some pushups while i wait… im lich rally bouncing off the walls here i cant even auauauauaaaaaa #this. seriously hasn’t been a good couple of weeks for online purchases for me… #first my local shipment for [insert item] was delayed bc of last week’s oddly rainy weather #and t h e n that item was apparently mislabelled and locked in shipment purgatory for the weekend (sadge) #it only arrived yesterday (sadded) though ig i should be glad it even arrived at all #and nowwwwwww. this happens. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh #idk there’s so many other things i’ve been meaning to do while i wait for the cd but. i just. can’t #this sucks i wanna be marginally more productive too heyyyyyyyyyy #i wonder how long meoto is though… hopefully between 3-5 minutes… #if the song’s like. m. ilgram t2-length im gonna cry #but ymk said that it’s her favourite song on the album so it should be good!!!! right??!!!!!!!! #ausgshhssh he l p i should really go back to. like. cleaning idol sengen pages instead or sth. #see you in a few hours for meoto tl/if they decide to drop a sudden mv or sth idk

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Sometimes I forget how young Quackity is, but every once in a while it just kinda hits me and I'm like oh. He's still just a kid.

#i talk #qsmp talk #I hope he's doing ok and that whatever is going on in his personal life improves soon for him #and yeah 23 isnt a kid to some people but that's still a young person in my book #I dont mean this in an infantalizing way or whatever just #I remember being at that age and going through one of the worst periods of my life #actually no. that was in the middle of the worst period of my life #so yeah. I hear that and my heart kinda breaks a little bit #I hope he's doing ok #like even outside of QSMP stuff or whatever I genuinely hope he's doing ok #life's so hard man. even though I'm much older than him I still have days (like today and yesterday) #(and this whole week tbh) #where I just want to lie down and cry #life is hard being an adult is hard #idk. that just sucks man #he's done so many amazing wonderful things but I cannot imagine doing that at the age of 23 #in addition to whatever else he's got going on #maybe kid isnt the right word but he's just so young