I’m quite a calm person, but if someone mentions musicals it’s like bam ONE DAY MORE TO REVOLUTION I THINK IT’S TIME TO TRY DEFYING GRAVITY TWO BY TWO NOW IT’S TIME TO GO NOW IS THE TIME TO SEIZE THE DAY TAKE ME OR LEAVE ME MORNING GLOW IS HERE AT LAST TONIGHT TONIGHT THERE’S ONLY YOU TONIGHT WISHING YOU WERE SOMEHOW HERE AGAIN WILL YOU BRING ME TO LIGHT
last night i was drawing the blue pearl when suddenly we had a blackout and naturally, i hadn’t saved, so i went to bed and told myself i’d try to redo the drawing next morning. but then i decided to do something different??
maybe someday i’ll do a couple of new pieces with like rose quartz & yellow diamond, but for now i gotta sleep, it’s like 4am and i have work tomorrow
compliments are really so great like think about the last time you got a compliment and how amazing it made you feel. compliments are free to give and you could change someone’s entire day! be the reason someone has a smile on their face when they go to sleep at night
Our love story didn’t look like one.
No, we were autumn in west Texas:
flat road and horizon for days,
all that dying grassland.
I held your hand on dust roads
that hitchhiked our shoes
and walked along with us,
the sun sticking to our backs.
We turned left, past the skeletons
sleeping in the flowerbeds.
Everything was yellow, then–
honey-gold and soft and flax.
Two bell-hearted girls,
younger than we wanted to admit,
kissing where anyone could see us,
fitted together like the plates
in the china cabinet–
trying to feel a little less scared,
a little more alive.
I learned what “home” meant
But you were too ferocious
for the wheat fields; you
were brush fires in wild country,
the gap in the chain link fence.
But the bluebonnets,
oh, the bluebonnets.
They saved their last hurrah for you.
That night, we smoked
that stolen pack of cigarettes
on your papa’s porch and thought
we could stretch our legs
all the way to forever,
not knowing even lovers
get scared of the dark.
Last night as I was trying to sleep I had this thought of like “[comic character] is basically Steven if he became a criminal” and it was like a big revelation and I was going to post about it but I had to sleep. And now I can’t even remotely remember who I was thinking of
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: K Word count: 988 Characters/pairings: Adrinette, DJWifi Summary: It wouldn’t be a true romantic gesture if Adrien didn’t throw in a pun.
For Day 6 of ML Fandom Week: puns.
Marinette had never been happier. Over the last seven years, she and Adrien had not only encountered and defeated numerous villains as well as put a stop to Hawk Moth’s evil plan (there hadn’t been an akuma attack in almost a year); they had also been dating and were so enamored with each other that it sometimes annoyed their friends, found an apartment to move into practically the moment they graduated high school, and went out for date nights at least once a week.
And it was during one of these date nights that Adrien did something spectacular.
They had been sharing stories about their day, Marinette laughing at another of her boyfriend’s awful-but-lovable puns, when he took her hand and pulled her off their path. They turned the corner of the sidewalk, and Adrien gestured to the street behind them. “Look familiar?” he grinned.
I finally got to start putting down layers on this last night - though I didn’t make it past 1AM. I’m hoping to get a lot further tonight now that I’ve actually gotten a little sleep.
Loving the new paint so much! Trying out some M Graham for the first time, I love how bright they dry. My favorite so far, hands down, is Azo Green. It’s currently fleshing in the sunflower petals and kinda looks like radioactive boogers, but in a good way. It also mixes very prettily with Viridian, goodbye Sap Green for now!
I kind of forgot how nice painting on cold press paper is. I use hot press for mixed-media stuff because it’s smooth and easy to draw on, but this is super spongy and good. I hope it turns out well!
So last night, I was out to go to my local 24/7 store to just get snacks cause I can’t sleep. I figure I’ll walk around a bit and get some poke stops and try to catch some weedles, I was close to a beedrilll.
Saw a gym, super easy, like a 100 pidgey. Wrecked it for team instinct and out my raticate in there. Dude walks through the darkness “was that you?”
He said he saw me take the gym, and he was out looking around for Pokemon we decide to wander around the park because it’s against lake Ontario and we were banking on getting some water types.
2 hours. In the dark. Almost attacked by bats. Chasing an abra and a cubone. We never caught anything, my phone died on our way out of the park, and I went home with 6 news eggs, 8 new Pokemon, and a sense that I basically just went on an adventure with a total stranger that I’ll never see again.
In this particular dream,
I died in my dreams,
then awoke not knowing
I was still sleeping.
I decided to walk.
You see, that night
I walked in my sleep.
I slept in my walk.
I walked backwards until
I saw you for the first time
and I could barely muster the courage
to introduce myself all over again.
I’ve been trying to find the right words.
I’ve been trying to take the right steps
for what seems to me like
thousands of years
but something always seems
to go wrong between us.
We lived in Egypt.
I was the Pharaoh’s slave.
You were his daughter, and
loving you led to my death.
They claimed I seduced you.
After they stole my life,
I was resurrected as a mason.
I made the foundation for your house.
We met eyes for two seconds.
You left and I didn’t see you again until I died.
I came back as a caterpillar,
I turned into a butterfly.
I landed in the palm of your hand,
you brushed me away,
and the rejection killed me.
When I awoke, I was a kick drum.
You were a snare.
We were both owned by
this drummer named Cozy Cole
and when he died, so did we.
But I came back just to look for you.
I left notes in random places
hoping that you would
stumble across them.
I carved our names in trees
and then prayed that
it would jog your memory.
I whispered your name
in the wind hoping somehow,
maybe some way,
my voice would reach you
but it didn’t and I died.
I died early.
I died young with bread crumbs
in my hand just hoping
that you would find me
but you never did.
So they buried me,
and when they buried me,
they put these coins over my eyes
and I used them as bus fare
to get back to Earth
just so I could look for you.
That’s why sometimes when we hold hands, every so often, I tend to hold on a little too tight.
bigender punk valjean who’s studying idfk someone else with more valjean knowledge figure this out i tried in university
and ze winds up in a ‘law and gender’ class with self-loathing demiromantic homosexual criminal justice major javert
and they’re pretty much constantly arguing but valjean is always incredibly easy and kind with hir arguments and easily wins over the rest of the class whenever ze speaks but javert has trouble getting over the way that ze dresses and hates that ze’s so comfortable with hirself
and eventually, as it goes, Things Get Intense And They Do It.
Imagine: The pack being worried about you because you don’t sleep anymore
You were pouring over books and the list of people who were to be killed when they came in. Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Allison, and Isaac were all standing there staring at you as you flipped a page in the book, glancing up. “Hey guys,” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “What’s up?”
“Dude, how tired are you?” Scott asked, kneeling near you to tilt your head up.
“Mmph, not very. Just a little drowsy. I pulled an all nighter last night to try and figure out who the benefactor is,” you explained, looking back at the list and sighing. “Still haven’t figured it out.
Allison furrowed her eyebrows. “Y/n, you need sleep and, like, now.”
“Nah, I’m fine! I just haven’t slept in…uh…three days?” you questioned. You weren’t entirely sure how long you had been up. You didn’t really care either.
Stiles blinked at you. “Oh my God, you’re so going to bed!” he said, coming over to you. He and Scott hauled you to your feet and balanced you as you stumbled a bit, leaning into Stiles for a little.
“Seriously, I’m fine,” you said, head lolling as you tried to keep your eyes open.
Isaac laughed. “Sure you are. You look dead.”
Stiles sent him a look. “Instead of just standing there, help us get her to my Jeep so I can drive her home.”
“Nooo! I need to find out who the benefactor is,” you whined, trying to pull away from them.
Lydia shook her head and sighed. “You’re not gonna be helpful if you don’t get some sleep y/n. In fact…if you don’t get sleep you won’t be any help at all because we’ll all be worrying about you and your health. So just sleep for a bit, okay?”
You stared at her, mind confused, but eventually nodded. “Sure…Okay.”
Isaac, Scott, and Stiles pulled you out to Stiles’ Jeep and put you in the back, covering you in Stiles’ sweater. By the time your head hit the seat, you were already asleep.
I’m so sorry, I’m literal trash, just throw me away. I drew this at 3 in the morning when I should’ve been sleeping for work. I was so tired, and I know this looks terrible but like, I dunno, I had no control over my mind last night. These are the things you do when you’re in a zombified state (I really wanted to draw bikini Lapis last night apparently). I honestly have so many things I need to finish right now, but then I go on and do this thing. I couldn’t resist referencing one of Garnet’s star quotes either. I was also having fun trying out one of my other brushes to see how it was like (it was kinda fun tbh!).
That’s right, I feel that everyday. Nothing is as good as friends.And if you reaaally feel that you have met the right person, the person you are fated to be with, then that person will become your friend. It’s inevitable.
Last night, I had to be sleeping but I couldn’t fall asleep.. And I kept telling myself not to snack late at night, and I was trying to stop myself.But it was like telepathy, and Hyejung, from the other room, comes in and asks, “Do you want to eat a hamburger?”
I said sure, and we went out together to buy hamburgers. In our pajamas.And as we went around doing that together, what I felt was that she really was like my friend. A friend who eats with me late at night.No matter what, friends are the best.