#sorry 'bout that

[c0zyrainfall]

I like how he offered to take a bomb for her.

And she just gave him a handkerchief and words of encouragement

And yet he still "needs" to repay her, mhm yep sure that makes sense

#damianya #sorry y'all are probably so sick of seeing me #on this tag #sorry 'bout that #spy x family #spy family #anya forger #spy x family anya #damian desmond #spy x family manga #spy x family spoilers #sxf spoilers

[quoththemaiden]

I was just listening to the outtakes from the Good Omens radio play and it made me think of how terribly it would go if Crowley and Aziraphale in @mrghostrat's streamers AU tried to do something scripted together.

This is from a scene that's supposed to start with the sound effect of Crowley picking up the telephone to answer Aziraphale's call...

Aziraphale: "Crowley, we have a problem—" Crowley: Hang on, are we not doing the phone sound? Aziraphale: Oh— Sorry, I heard the word "go" and I just panicked. Tech: I'll just do the phone. Aziraphale: Okay, thank you! Or Crowley could do the phone. You could pick it up and put it down, I'm sure. Crowley: Oh, great, another job. Do you want me to press "record" as well? Tech: Oh, that'd be good. Thank you. Yeah, cheers. Aziraphale: Which button is it I'm supposed to press, Crowley? I can't remember... Crowley: *dying*

I feel like that fits with Aziraphale's technical competence and (lack of) ability to act professionally when excited, and poor Crowley being quietly baffled that he manages to be a great streamer despite all that.

#self post #good omens #radio omens #streamer au #ineffable streamers #i'd have put this in an ask to mrghostrat but i edited the dialogue as it is and there's no way i can trim it enough to fit in an ask box #so instead everyone gets to deal with seeing this #sorry 'bout that

[tiredspacedragon]

Kulbok sat in his hut, rubbing his still-aching head. It had been almost two days since the Toa Inika had freed him and his fellow Matoran from the effects of the Piraka's Zamor Spheres, and though he felt mostly recovered, his head still sometimes pounded with fleeting traces of strange, dark thoughts. He recalled little from his time enslaved, only a ringing blankness, broken occasionally by flashes of a universe in ruin, dark ocean depths, and a pair of lidless, red eyes hanging in the night sky.

A knock at the doorway drew the Bo-Matoran from his reverie, and he looked up to see a white mask peeking through the entrance.

"Widget for your thoughts," said Kvoleni, hovering on the threshold. Normally she wouldn't bother waiting for an invitation to make herself at home, but recent events had left all the Matoran of Voya Nui uncertain. Kulbok motioned for her to come in, and the Vo-Matoran joined him on his cot. They sat there saying nothing for a long moment.

"How are you feeling?" Kvoleni tried again. This time, Kulbok sighed.

"My head's still kinda funny, but I'm managing," he finally answered. "You?"

"Better," she said. "Not great, but better."

"Yeah. I think that's pretty much everyone right now." The way he said it, it was clear Kulbok had intended the words to be light, but the strain in his voice, and the truth of the statement, undermined his attempt at levity. Still, Kvoleni graced him with a chuckle.

"We've certainly been worse!" she said.

The two Matoran allowed silence to settle over them again. Even on happier days, their conversations often had a similar rhythm. One would speak, then the other, then a pause. To laugh, or think over each other's words, or simply to allow the quiet its turn. It had been a habit of theirs for several hundred years now.

Eventually, Kvoleni spoke again. "I heard some of the others say the Toa have returned from underground. They were headed to the bay, from what I can tell."

Kulbok's head shot up. "The bay? What would they want there?" He hesitated a moment. "You don't think...?"

Kvoleni shook her head. "No. They were chasing something, I think."

"Right. Of course," Kulbok said. "They're Toa. They surely have more important things to do than..."

"Chase ghosts?"

"Yeah."

The two Matoran were silent again.

"I mean," Kvoleni started, "we could try asking them to look. I heard--"

"No," Kulbok cut her off. "We shouldn't bother them. Besides, what would there even be to find?"

Kvoleni started to say something in response, but seemed to think better of it, and said nothing.

The sound of a commotion outside suddenly drew the Matoran's attention. They glanced at each other before hurrying out into the village square. A small crowd had gathered there, whispering and murmuring amongst themselves as they watched a huge being, clad in thick red-and-silver armour, tread slowly towards them.

That must be Axonn, Kulbok thought. He had heard Balta, one of the only Matoran to have evaded the Piraka's clutches, mention the armoured titan. Supposedly, he was an ally, but the grim look in his eyes brought Kulbok no comfort as Axonn entered the village.

The tall figure stood before the Matoran, towering above them. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, a strangled shout rang out from the back of the crowd.

Kulbok jumped back in surprise at Kvoleni's cry. She darted forward, pushing through the crowd towards Axonn with a desperate urgency. Kulbok followed, confused. What had possessed her to run straight for this powerful-looking stranger? As Kulbok approached, he was able to see the armoured warrior more clearly, and noticed that he appeared to be carrying something, cradled in one of his massive arms.

Breaking through the crowd, the Bo-Matoran saw Axonn kneel to meet Kvoleni as she reached him. He held out his burden to her, and finally Kulbok saw

* * *

The Ta-Matoran's name was Ranta.

Long ago, an injury had resulted in him being sent to the realm of Karzahni for repairs, where, like many others before and after him, the ruler of that land attempted to rebuild him into a stronger form, and failed. Though his injury was healed, Ranta's new body was smaller and weaker than his original form, hunched and misshapen. Disgusted with his work, and unable to bear being reminded of his failure, Karzahni had given Ranta and his fellow "repaired" Matoran weapons to defend themselves, and shipped them away, far from his isolated kingdom. Eventually, they had settled in the center of the Southern Continent, in a barren region around the volcano known as Mount Valmai. The Matoran called the region "Voya Nui," meaning "Great Voyage," after the long journey it had taken them to reach this place where they could live in relative peace.

It was there that Ranta had become close with two of his companions, the Bo-Matoran Kulbok, and the Vo-Matoran Kvoleni. Ranta was a quiet sort, but unflinchingly courageous, and his subtle brand of intensity had balanced out Kvoleni's more impetuous energy, while also letting the more reserved Kulbok feel comfortable enough to come out of his shell. Though the three of them were all originally from different lands, they quickly became all but inseparable. They lived, worked, and laughed together, and comforted each other when memories of their old homes and lives overwhelmed them. Even when the Great Cataclysm had struck, sending Voya Nui crashing upwards, killing dozens and leaving the new island adrift in the endless ocean above, the three Matoran stuck together.

But then came the city of Mahri Nui. Runoff from Mount Valmai had cooled into rock, resulting in the formation of a new landmass protruding out into Voya Nui Bay. The Matoran saw the new land as an opportunity to expand their settlement, and constructed many new dwellings there, where they lived for many years. All was well, but Ranta was uneasy. He was not a volcanologist by trade, but he had taken an amateur interest in the volcano, and over time became familiar with its workings and the makeup of its lava. Though he, Kulbok, and Kvoleni had remained in the Matoran Village on Voya Nui, in no small part due to Ranta's urging, the Ta-Matoran came to spend much of his time in and around Mahri Nui. He was convinced the cooled lava was unstable and unsafe, and regularly scoured the area for signs of faults or fractures. Most ignored or laughed at his concerns, and indeed for 700 years, Mahri Nui prospered.

It was on one of these scouting trips, that he was finally proven right.

The deafening sound of cracking stone echoed all across the island. The first split was small, but more quickly followed. Gaping crevices and yawning chasms spanned the length of the bay. Ranta ran screaming through the city streets, calling out for everyone to evacuate before the entire city was lost to the sea. Indeed, some heard his warnings in time, and safely made it back to the shores of Voya Nui, but most, including Ranta himself, did not. The rock heaved and broke, and Mahri Nui sank beneath the waves, down, down, to depths unimaginable, far below where any light could reach.

Since that day, the Matoran of Voya Nui would gather twice a year to throw offerings into the bay, in memory of their lost friends. For some, this brought comfort, though others, like Kulbok, never truly found closure. They knew there was no hope that Mahri Nui had survived its descent, but the loss of hundreds of lives in only a matter of minutes was too much to accept. It felt unreal, like a dream from which they'd never quite managed to awaken.

For the Matoran of Mahri Nui, the gifts from above were also like something out of a dream.

Against all odds, the city had survived, landing on an underwater cliff and disturbing a field of Airweed, which released massive air bubbles that surrounded the settlement, saving the inhabitants from drowning. The shock of the catastrophe damaged the Matoran's fragile memory, and while many had vague recollections of where they had originally come from, none could recall their lives on Voya Nui, or how they came to reside in the Black Water.

Ranta was bothered by this gap in his memory more than most. All the Matoran of Mahri Nui knew they were missing something, but Ranta felt compelled to seek it out, that there was something he had to return to, but he could not remember what. He lived a mostly innocuous life in the underwater city, never joining the Mahri Nui Council and preferring the less public work of a sentry. He made a few friends, but none of them seemed to share his drive, and he often spent his free time exploring the caves at the base of the Cord on his own.

The Cord was Mahri Nui's only link to the surface world, a narrow, hollow tube made of cooled lava from Mount Valmai that connected the sunken city to Voya Nui, though neither Matoran population knew this. The Matoran of Voya Nui were not aware of its existence at all, and the Matoran of Mahri Nui could not see how far up it went, and did not dare leave the safety of their air bubbles long enough to find out. If the threat of drowning when their personal air bubbles ran out was not enough to deter most, the Black Water was infested with deadly sea creatures, bizarre, twisted Rahi and other beasts the Matoran did not recognize.

Ranta, however, was not so easily cowed. He did not enter the Cord itself; enough Matoran more foolhardy than he had tried, and none had returned; but he did swim alongside it, up and up, further with each trip. But he always turned back. He knew that past a certain point, he would not have enough air to make it back to Mahri Nui, and he still had no idea how far away the surface may be. So he would turn back, and tell his friends that maybe he'd make it to the surface next time. They teased him each time he did, feigning disappointment at his failed "surface runs," but in truth, they thanked the Great Spirit each time he returned.

He was missed the day he did not.

As the waters around Mahri Nui grew more dangerous with each passing year, with unseen threats pressing in from all sides, Ranta risked fewer and fewer trips along the Cord. He spent more time on guard duty, keeping watch on the city borders for whatever monsters may slink out of the darkness. But he still felt the pull, the compulsion to seek out what he was missing, and one day, he made his final trip.

As always, he pushed a little farther than he had before, but this time, before he turned back, he caught sight of a glinting object falling through the water, illuminating the gloom around it. He watched it for a moment, entranced, before he noticed a tall figure swimming down after it. For a moment, Ranta was elated. He had seen a Toa before, many many years ago, and recognized the figure as one immediately. Perhaps with her help, his city could be saved. And, if she was here, than he must be near the surface, closer than he had dared hope. But his hope quickly vanished as the Toa began to thrash.

Her name was Toa Inika Hahli, and she was drowning.

Just as he had 300 years before, Ranta spared no thought for his own safety, and charged forward. He grabbed the Toa around the waist and kicked upward with all his might, fighting his way up towards the steadily growing light, until at last he broke the surface, and felt the light of the setting sun on his armour for the first time in centuries. And for the last time.

Had he run out of air lower down, Ranta would not have perished as he had always thought he would. The mutagenic effects of the Black Water would have transformed him into a water-breather, and he would have become a creature of the sea, able to swim wherever he wished. But the Matoran had forgotten how the water had begun to change them when Mahri Nui first sank, how it had undone the work of Karzahni and restored them to stronger, fitter forms, and Ranta's air ran out well above the level the mutagen reached. The seawater that filled his lungs would do nothing to save him. And while the body of the Toa of Water he carried was more durable, and naturally more suited to rapid changes in pressure, his was not. Combined with exhaustion from carrying the weight of a being nearly twice his size, and Ranta never stood a chance. He collapsed on the beach, barely managing to beg the other Toa who received him there to help his city before his heartlight faded to black, and he was gone.

The mighty warrior Axonn, agent of the Order of Mata Nui, carried Ranta's body back to the Matoran Village after sending the Toa Inika on their way down the Cord to Mahri Nui. No sooner had he set foot in the village square than Kvoleni and Kulbok were at their friend's side. His armour and body were different, but they recognized him immediately, and wept at the impossibility. Ranta had come home to them, and they would never see him again.

* * *

Grief, the being noted as he watched the memorial service. Burial and associated ceremonies had never been programmed into the Matoran, but those who dwelt on Voya Nui had developed them independently after the crash once it became clear the bodies of the deceased would no longer simply disappear as they had before. The being made a point of observing them whenever they occurred. He found the ways in which the Matoran behaved after the loss of another whom they "cared" about to be fascinating. Such an accurate facsimile of mourning.

As the crowd dispersed, the being turned his gaze to the two specimens who had led the rite. A Bo-Matoran, designation Kulbok, and a Vo-Matoran, designation Kvoleni. They stood huddled close together before the grave of the deceased, a Ta-Matoran, designation Ranta. Exactly how the Ta-Matoran had survived for this long after the sinking of Mahri Nui, and how he had attained his stronger form were mysteries to the being, though he suspected they would not remain so for long.

The two Matoran stood together for a long time before they finally turned to leave and saw the being watching them.

"Velika, right?" the Vo-Matoran asked with surprise. "We're sorry, we didn't notice you there. Did...did you know him too?"

The being cocked his head. The two were clearly uncomfortable with his presence; the Vo-Matoran's motions and words were hesitant, and the expression the Bo-Matoran wore was a marvellous reproduction of anger. Perhaps they saw him as intruding on a private moment.

So he turned and left. He would allow them their privacy. There would be time enough to study them later, and there was still much else to do.

#tsdwrites #bionicle #bonkle #i wrote something! #only fanfic but it counts! #my brain hates it but i am ignoring it #it's here and i did it #that's what counts #also yeah this is all angst lmao #lots of trauma #sorry 'bout that #anyway #had fun playing with different perspectives here #i imagine in an audio setting all three parts would be read by different people #enjoy!

[diedinacrash]

Here's Part 2 of Dominik's interview.

I: You always call the National team’s coach, boss. You are the only one who does that in the team, where did it come from?

D: I don’t know, I always call him differently, sometimes it's Mister, sometimes it’s boss. I mean, when I talk to him I call him MIster but when I talk about him I call him boss. Because after all he’s the boss, it is what he says, but I think he has a very good relationship with the players, and it’s very important.

I: What does Marco Rossi mean to you?

D: Well, he was the first who dared to play me in the National team, before that I played under two other coaches who didn’t trust me as much as he did, so it was a very important step for me, that…he dared to play me at the age of 17 or 18 and luckily I could stay a standard player in the team. Of course it’s thanks to me as well, but the fact that he always trusted me is his merit. And…I’d say that our relationship is pretty close, but I don’t want it to sound stupid from outside…but yeah we are close.

I: Yesterday, the recordings that were made and published by MLSZ (Magyar Labdarúgó Szövetség ->Hungarian Football Association), we can see that the way you two celebrated was very special, and you can feel how strong the connection is between you two.

D: It is really strong, I think it became so strong when we qualified against Iceland three years ago, because he wasn’t on the bench then and he wrote me a long message before the game, and I told him not to worry, we can do it and I wrote him after the game, saying “you’re welcome”. He only laughed, but it turned out good.

I: The next stop is the 0-0 against Montenegro, a college posted not long ago that we had 0.16 xG through the game. That was a very painful game, but almost everyone says that it was a key moment for the whole qualification series that we could successfully take a point from there. Do you agree?

D: That was the most important game? I don’t see it that way, but it was really important because I told the others that time as well, that no problem, there are games like this, but we knew from the beginning that it will be a one on one game. At the previous World Cup qualification, we made the mistake of going into a one on one game against Albania and lost in the last minute, we did the same at home, and lost again. But we learnt from those games, and what was important is that we realized that if we don’t push that hard we won’t have such power, but we won’t concede that many goals either. And we did just that.

I: You said that you really want to play against Montenegro, is it only because it’s a home game, and you can celebrate with more than 65 000 people, or do you still have a desire to prove yourself?

D: Both, I think it’s an incredible experience for everyone to play at home, in front of 65 000 people and…already celebrating. But I don't want any kind of celebration to happen prior to the game, we celebrated yesterday, there’s no celebration today. Today is about concentration and so is tomorrow. We can’t live from the past, even if we did qualify , we want to qualify first and if we beat Montenegro, then we’ll celebrate again.

I: Comes the summer, you sign for Liverpool under a moment, at least from the outside perspective. Who was the first you told in the National team, that you are going to Liverpool?

D: I think Schäfer, when it became certain we had a phone call and he wasn’t pleased, because he’s a United fan. He said I chose the wrong club, I said you can go to United and then we can play against each other. But yeah, he was the first, I think.

I: Did the others' opinion change about you, because you signed to one of the biggest clubs in the world?

D: No. When I did the pep talk before our game against Serbia, I tried to put it in there that I’m still the same person, I didn’t change because I signed for Liverpool. I don’t want them to treat me like a star, because I’m a player like any of them and a person just like them. I really don’t like it when someone is lifted out from the rest, yes everyone has their own character and everyone is good at different things, but we can only achieve what we did as a team. Because it’s not an individual sport, alone I couldn’t have qualified for the Euros.

I: It’s amazing how much attention you get, it’s a very rare occasion when a Ferencváros Puskás League game (Hungarian League game) has less viewers than a Liverpool Chelsea game, and because of you it happened. How surprised were you that you could burst into the public consciousness this easily?

D: I’ll be honest, I was trying very hard for people not to think that…I actually like to read the comments.

I: Really?

D: Really. For me it’s not…it doesn’t anger me, rather motivates me. You can never do good, it will be bad for someone, and I learnt to deal with this, and I can live together with this. But I tell you it motivates me, it constantly gives me motivation, that I signed there, they said I won’t play, I’ll be on the bench, etc, etc, etc. I signed there, I became a starter, I fought myself into the team, I scored, I assisted, I play great, I’m a standard player. IT’s a good feeling, but there are still people out there who don’t like it, but it only motivates me more to continue, to become better, to achieve even more, to win more trophies, to be more successful, as in me, in the club and in the National team as well.

I: When did you learn to speak English like this?

D: When…When, you know I was at Salzbourg, I started to learn German there, and when I knew around 90 percent German, I started to go to an English teacher, because there were a lot of players I spoke English to. Then I stopped taking the classes, because I didn’t really like them, it was always early in the morning. Then I learnt it from the players around me, let it be Haaland or Dabbur, they were the two I actually had a closer relationship with, and always spoke English to them. I was open, I talked even if my English wasn’t particularly great, but then they were kind and corrected me.

I: You have an interview, it was made after one of your first games, where they first pronounced your name correctly. Dominik Szoboszlai, and you did mention it there, and I read the comments under that interview, and one said ‘captain material’ even for Liverpool. Do you see yourself as Liverpool’s captain?

D: Why not? Of course, I said it a lot of times already, if I’ll be at Liverpool for the next ten years, and I have a great career, I’ll sign it right now. (Means if someone offered him a good career there he’d take it without question) And if they give me the armband at one point, I won’t refuse it because I'm immediately gonna say that it’s okay, it’s alright. It comes with responsibilities, yeah but I like to be responsible.

I: Is there anything you surprised yourself with positively?

D: No.

I: Confident.

I: Just before returning to the National team. Your dad has been asked by a lot of people about a lot of topics, even you quoted him. What did your mum do for this career?

D: She was a ‘‘background character’’. But, nothing…she always made sure I had breakfast and dinner at home, had my medicine ready, if it was cold then she made sure that my clothes were warm, so I wouldn’t be cold. Things like this. But really, she wanted to stay in the background, and she is still there until today. But apart from football, everything else is thanks to her.

I:One last question about the Euro qualification. Last time Salzburg didn’t let you go to Sofia, this time you were there. When you heard the final whistle, we talked about it at the beginning, did you only think that we had qualified for the Euros, or did you think about what our goals are out there? Kerkez said, you want to be competitive there as well. Or do you think it’s still the celebration part, the draw is on the second of December and there's no point thinking about this until then?

D: There’s still the Montenegro game, but yeah we talked a bit about it already, honestly I started to think about it when Willi (Orbán) posted that picture. Because if we look at it, whatever group we are going to be in, we have a chance to get through the group stages. This is how I approach it, this is how everyone approaches it. IT’s not important who we’ll be in the same group with, but from there all games are one on one, you either go through or go home. So I just want to enjoy it, go as far as we can, we’re at Euros, maybe in the end we’ll be the biggest surprise.

#dominik szoboszlai #szoboszlai interview #my english is still shit #sorry 'bout that #he mentioned Erling in this #my life is complete

[ask-gabrro]

Are you into other art stuff than poetry ? If so, what ? ( also I think your quantum poem is lovely :O )

Finally, someone recognizes my quantum art other than Marble!

Yeah, clay sculpting is another, smaller, hobby of mine. You can see a sculpture in my ship, actually. I call it, "Hollows Forge". Sadly because of the time loop I can only fidget with the clay I currently have.

#yeah I might make the other Travelers autistic via osmosis #sorry 'bout that #outer wilds

[ageless-aislynn]

“What’s next? You guys got anything heavy?”

Maybe one day we’ll get an official Halo Kai-125 in 1:6 scale but until then... Here’s my best effort! 😁💖

Also, I was inspired by these pictures of the gorgeous Natasha Culzac

[legit.ng]

and decided that Riz might want to literally and figuratively let her hair down and have fun lifting Warthogs or whatever with Kai!

Obviously a lot more could be done to make them screen accurate but I didn’t want to cut and restyle their hair, etc so I’m happy with them as they are. Kai is Barbie Signature Looks Victoria (2021), wearing Barbie Divergent Four’s outfit with a handmade beanie from CraftsDepot2017 at Etsy and Riz is Barbie Signature Looks Heide (2022) wearing Barbie Divergent Tris’ outfit. Oh and that might look like the Jazwares World of Halo 20th anniversary Warthog, scaled for 1:18, but it’s actually just a full sized ‘hog that’s far away! *nodnods in totally awesome camera perspective* 😉

#halo #halo the series #halo paramount+ #kai-125 #riz-028 #barbie #dolls #barbie dolls #i need better lighting #sorry 'bout that #i did my best #i could also use some you know actual backgrounds instead of a wall #but i'm working with what i've got #🤷‍♀️ #ageless aislynn

[ask-esker]

Esker, given you're stuck on the moon and can't explore, why not try asking the other travelers to take a look at things for you? Maybe call up Chert, perhaps they have some insight on the towers? And pass along our greetings, maybe.

And yep, you did the face thing right! I'm gonna experiment, see what else I can send over a radio... Wonder if I can do anything funky with it...

Hmm yeah, I might just ask Chert to do that. Thanks stranger!

#metacommentary here #sadly this won't happen #as I don't have a chert ask blog #nor do I have the time or energy to make one right now #sorry 'bout that

[the-nebula-sys]

Name change?

Just for my blogs, not the real me

#yeah my URL's got cringe after a while #so I changed them #I actually posted about it #but the announcements got buried quickly #sorry 'bout that

[sharkneto]

Oh man, you guys - I missed that it was Joining Together's first birthday last week. A whole year!

#i feel like we should celebrate it in some way #favorite parts? #questions about anything in it? #thoughts about what's happened or what's to come? #idk I've never had a fic actively updating for a whole year before #altho the actual celebration will be the next chapter - ive been slow on writing the past month #sorry 'bout that #anyway - happy (belated) birthday jt :)

[proficient-in-hoarding-deadlines]

Turned in my final paper recently, it's the longest thing i've ever written (but still quite short and of terrible quality compared to my classmates'). The faculty will probably beat me over the head with it until i perish this wednesday

Meanwhile, here's a fishprint:

An image of a crucian carp caught in Kinshi moat [in Edo] (「於錦糸堀御獲鮒之図」) by Hayashi Masanaka(?) (林正中), 1839; from Tsuruoka City Museum

And by “fishprint” i mean a literal bodyprint of a fish, produced by covering a fish in ink and pressing a sheet of paper to it. This Japanese art is called gyotaku (魚拓) and it apparently first emerged during the Tokugawa period as a method of documenting the size of of fishers’ trophies.

The picture above is said to be the oldest existing one, but the art has since evolved to include greater detail and even colour.

A print of a red sea bream by Takusei-kai (拓正会), one of Japan’s many societies dedicated to keeping up the traditional art. Check out their website for more pictures!

For more info go to this Ted-Ed video about gyotaku. Among other things it describes a second method for producing prints. Also the animation style is pretty o(ˊ▽ˋ*)o

#japanese art #gyotaku #edo period #音topic #also a bit of #daily frustrations #sorry 'bout that

[soulmusicsongs]

Sorry 'Bout That - Harold Johnson Sextet (Think / Sorry 'Bout That, 1968)

#Soul #Soul Music #Soul Music Songs #Music Songs #Music #1968 #Harold Johnson Sextet #Jazz #Instrumental #Revue #Sorry 'Bout That #Youtube

[trainyourart]

#Art #Not my art #video #youtube video #drawing basics #learn to draw #how to draw #neoclassical #neoclassicism #French #Sorry 'bout that #Millions of cats #lineart #lineart studies #basically tracing better artists to figure out how on earth they do the things they do #pro vaccine #I wasn't expecting that to crop up when researching old french art and yet #here we are #If a victorian era toddler can do it so can you #I believe in you buddy #Youtube

[aberrant-winter]

what is your comfort character ?

I honestly don't know because my anxiety is a literal disease and just thinking about a character isn't really enough to calm me down

Maybe i still haven't exactly grasped the meaning of a "comfort character"

I do have some characters that i want to protect with all of my heart but i don't really have characters that comfort me...

Maybe Bowser could be a comfort character, i have a 9-year-old Bowser plushie and i always brought it with me everywhere (especially to the hospital) and it made me feel less stressed. But i think that's more of a comfort object/plushie than a comfort character

#rambles #shut up winter #accidentally went a bit personal there #sorry 'bout that #won't happen again! #(i hope)

[coulsart]

It’s an honest mistake!

#couls art #kinger #tadc #the amazing digital circus #comic #isodjsikfkes #i love kinger SO MUCH #sorry bout being all over the place my mind is being pulled in so many directions

[fiddler-sticks]

KIP REMEMBER MY DEBILITATING FEAR OF ROACHES? I DID IT I VANQUISHED ONE ON SIGHT INSTEAD OF HAVING A 1+ HOUR STANDOFF WITH IT I AM SO BRAVE (also hi it’s been forever since we’ve interacted i’ve missed you!)

YAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! You VANQUISH that fucking roach!!!

(And hiiii! It HAS been forever. I've missed you, too)

#this took me wayyyy too long to get to 😬 #sorry 'bout that #thanks for the ask :))

[mayloony]

Every choice you have made has led you to this moment.

#I forgot this app existed #sorry bout that #anyways look gtws #goodtimewithscar fanart #goodtimewithscar #secret life fanart #trafficblr #mcyt #mcyt fanart #traffic smp #secret life smp