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withinthebrain · 6 months

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Good Morning Wood

Stand tall,

with the essence

of a Rooster,

as you worm your way

into my mind,

a majestic pyramid

Lightsaber glows,

cutting through shadows,

like a bone,

ancient and strong,

playing the inherent tune

of a trombone.

With each beat,

a drumstick pounds

in rhythm,

a seaman's call,

a sword wielded

in passion

So, Mr. Johnson,

you one-eyed-monster,

tumescent member,

head of staff,

stand tall for me.

Can I call you Dick?

#spilled ink #spilled thoughts #writing #my writing #poetry #writing blog #original poetry #original poem #my po #sextry #sexetry #typography #words typed #typed words #word art #EKW

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sugar-coated-saphic · 5 months

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it seems like most peoples inital reaction to jan and wayne as a couple was that they were gay. while they aren't, i can see why people would think that as jan kinda came off as a femenine man in the first few sketches.

however i'm curious, how much would jan change, if at all if she were simply a gay man? don't get me wrong, they're already iconic as is but they'd be equally iconic as a gay couple. i also wonder if there dynamic would change or stay the same.

ik i've done a lot of rambling just now but i've got some more things i want to express on here about jan and wayne, so long as @janenthusiast doesn't mind 😅

#tom goes to the mayor #jan and wayne skylar #jan skylar #wayne skylar #married news team #tim heidecker #eric warheim #jan and wayne are iconic either way #idc if they're gay or straight+bi #the bit is great #my po

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evercelle · 12 days

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i have walked the path i should have walked

#honkai star rail #misha #2.2 spoilers #hsr spoilers #ever makes art #i went to turn in my clockie cash to the statue after completing 2.2 #VERY upsetting (/pos) conversation :') clockie... waaaaah

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my-life-is-a-bad-sitcom · 9 months

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I find that life is like a dance. At moments it all falls together, and you seem to be in a perfect off-beat sync with your ‘partner.’ At others you just can’t seem to ever get it right. You screw up time and time again and others manage to seem just so graceful. Most of the time you can manage to perfect it, others you’ll never master. You just have to call it quits. Sometimes you realize you’ve just been doing the wrong dance you’re whole life, trying to force yourself in a style that will never feel natural. Looking at others it feels as though they are doing it far better than you ever could, achieving things you never will. Sometimes those people are instead pushing themselves too far, until their bodies can protest no longer and break. They’ll tire from the game and stop long before they should’ve, people will say that they could’ve stopped anytime, that they should’ve. But you heard the words they whispered, whispered a few yourself, know that everyone’s a liar. And that’s the harsh truth, even if you push yourself until your body breaks, you will never reach the heights of some who can do what you never could without breaking a sweat. But that’s irrelevant, because for now you are in a dance with life, and the world around, the whispers, are nothing more than a sound muddling the music. Because you are in a dance with life. Do not let yourself tire of life before life tires of you.

#funky little thing i wrote #bad days #hope #hopepunk #my writing #writing #was in a writing mood #writeblr #writers on tumblr #original writing #my po #sam says shit #un edited #hope this actually means something and isn’t incoherent garbage

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ink-ghoul · 5 months

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Every skin / custom model / thingy I made for Hermitcraft S9

I'm always glad to work on silly things for wonderful people

#hermitcraft #my art #my pixels #silly as in /pos beloved <3

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mossy-box · 6 months

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Some more art for @somerandomdudelmao ‘s au. I love his new fit.

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puppyeared · 5 months

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these two are so interesting to me

characters belong to @canisalbus

#clenches fists. im so sosososo normal about them. i think about them a normal amount (lying)#actually the 2nd image is based on some sort of anime couple pose template(?????) that i saw a while back and wanted to draw them in it #but i swear to god i CANNOT FUCKING FIND IT. i was literally knee deep in yuri and yaoi fanart for hours trying to find that god damn photo #but i dont even know who the characters were and pinterest just shows me bakugou and deku making out sloppy style whenever i try #so i gave up an tried drawing it from memory and cried the whole time. i hate anatomy.. but they look so happy so its fine #god whenever i see Lore or sweet little tidbits for these two i want to tear into something with my teeth and throw something /pos #i genuinely want to study these gay little renaissance dogs under a microscope #what fucks me up is the fact that we all know it ends horribly but u cant help loving them anyway.. they are so. incoherent hand gestures #my art #myart #others ocs #vasco #machete #vaschete #furry art #fur #anthro

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inkskinned · 6 months

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it is the first snow today. i think we should all have off work, even though it didn't stick. i think there should be 4 national holidays, one for each season. happy first snow, go home and make cookies. for spring it can be the first crocus. for summer the first lightning bug. for autumn, the first golden leaf. go home, kiss your dog, feed your cat (who is absolutely already-fed but somehow still starving.)

i think we should all take more showers together, but i mean that in the soft way. i mean it like taking a nap. two years ago i had 5 adult friends in my queen bed, all of us laying across each other, head over belly over thigh over hand. any time one of us would giggle, it would ripple over each of us, like pulling on a spiderweb. kim actually needed to nap and didn't get to sleep and i am still sorry for it even though this is one of my most precious memories.

i think we should all wash each other's hair, i mean. i walk my dog and i watch someone put up twinkle lights around their front porch. alex and i just moved, and i love the neighborhood. already so many of our new neighbors have stopped by to say hello. the nice lady downstairs also collects plants, like me. she gave us her number on a pink post-it note. i am trying to decide whether to make her cookies or brownies.

i am going through a very hard time. something bad happened this weekend that i do not wish to discuss. it is hanging over me. i think of the green ribbon, and the woman who had her throat cut. it feels like that sometimes, inside of my body. like i am walking and talking despite being half-corpsed. like i am hanging on by a ribbon, standing on some kind of cusp. i keep saying - at least it wasn't worse. we are so lucky it wasn't worse. the idea is river-rock smooth now, all the edges worried off.

in this very dark night - the sun sets by 3 now - people don't need to, but they try anyway. they paint the missing light into things. i have an embarrassing number of missed calls and texts, but i feel the love from them nevertheless - hey. if you need something, i'm here. i will bring you food/puzzles/anything. i got you.

i think we should all have a big group chat where we do errands with strangers. this week i got lost in a home depot, which is wild because i'm a lesbian and we are actually hatched in a lowe's lumber section. there were two other women in the whole store. we ended up shopping together, at first by accident (we all needed things in the same aisle), and then because, well, why not. one of the ladies was taller than me, so she pulled down the screws i needed. i am agile and have the personality of a raccoon, so they sent me after anything below 3 feet. we talked about holiday plans and never learned each other's names, but did learn all the drama about each other's families.

i am making you cupcakes, because i have so much affection i want to pour it into batter. you ask me if i am eating enough per meal. i wrap your gift twice, trying to do it prettily. i get excited to give it to you, just because i hope you'll be excited too.

my parents drive an hour just to see the new apartment and to do the parent thing; standing in the kitchen saying things like "oh you'll get so much use from this dishwasher" and "well, you could paint that" and "when your mother and i moved it was uphill both ways and in a snowstorm and of course your brother was an infant." my mother brought me a plant for housewarming. i always say i love you before she leaves.

i play dnd on tuesdays still, after all these years. we all keep that night free. at one point, between grad school and marriage and all of it, we had to have a serious discussion about how to keep it running. we will keep going, we decided eventually. just to see each other, even if we don't play - you are all important to me. sebastian is not prone to affection but last night he stole my usual sign off - i love you all, be good, he said. he was laughing.

i don't love the winter, actually. i like snow in theory, but i grew up in the north, and am too-familiar with the season of "mud and sludge". i don't like being cold. but i do love something kind of soft and rare: every year around this time, people remember oh yes. you and i are human together. and i have love to spare.

it is the first snow, and something in my heart is finally warm again. i have spent what felt like the last 18 months just going-through-the-motions. it has felt blank and immediate, like i would never actually feel again. that sounds extremely trite and stupid - but that is the boring and familiar experience of depression. life just washes up against your windows, and you watch it happening. you see things that should be lovely and affecting, and it just whispers too-thin. i was desperately uncreative. uninterested in my hobbies. unimpressed by my writing. i told my therapist, often, i don't know how to find hope again.

almost sheepishly, something strange and lovely is burning in my chest. i keep not-looking at it, worried it will scamper back into the shadows again. it is skittish and wild, but it is so warm i want to sink my hands into its fur and feel it breathing. i love-hate it: if it's real, it can hurt me when it leaves again. but i am icarus-born, sun-lover and poet: i can't help myself. despite my best intentions, i am falling in love with life again.

i am planning to make cookies for my friends. alex and i are going to go christmas tree shopping. we picked out matching dish towels last night, and they have little mushrooms on them.

i love you. it does come back. yes, even after a long time. even for you. i promise. keep trying. you will wake up and it will be a day you can smile about.

write me when you get there. we will take the day off of work, and i will wash your hair, and we will both be laughing.

#spilled ink #writeblr #pos #recovery #my brain is like - don't trust it!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! we can't be wrong again!!!!!!#and im like. what if the sorrow is the thing that's wrong though.#what if this - this!!!!! - is the truth

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myuminji · 1 year

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Just a comic about Rem Saverem.

Nai loved his mother, he truly did. If not, why would he grace her mercy to escape the ship with them? Why wouldn't he kill her himself, and instead left fate to decide upon her demise?

He loathed the Rem he sees in Luida, the Rem he sees in Meryl, the Rem he sees in Vash; he hates the 'Rem' that was crafted in his mind over the years, haunting him wherever he go. But would he hate the actual Rem had he seen her again?

Nai loved her just as much as he hates her, and he hates that he loved her, just as much as he hates the humanity both his loved ones had chosen over him.

#Nai is a mama's boy......#my view might be obsure but this nai lives in my heart #all the people in twt points out lots of things that makes it even worse/pos #i think about them alot....#trigun stampede #trigun #rem saverem #millions knives #myuminjiart

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rileyclaw · 1 year

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