Building Something

Bell. They/It. 31. Texas. A mess. Trying to figure out how to be a person.

[alcoholic-hedgehog]

🎵Look at my son🎵

Arawn Ingellvar- Beloved of the Necropolis, Son of Compassion and Courage, Mourn Watcher, Rook

As with all my Rooks, Arawn is a descendant of Clan Lavellan. When the clan was attacked his parents escaped through an eluvian that spat them out in the depths of the Necropolis. He was born there, but his parents died soon afterwards. The spirits in the Necropolis found him and fumbled through raising him until a run in with a demon that almost killed him forced them to take him to the Mourn Watch. Despite the Watchers efforts to integrate him to life in Nevarra City, Arawn was determined to return to the Necropolis. He became the youngest student accepted into the Mourn Watch because they knew otherwise he’d just keep sneaking in somehow (the spirits were smuggling him in).

I used @otherpigeon-old's template. It was amazing, 100/10 would use again.

[alcoholic-hedgehog]

New vocal stim unlocked

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

I need to admit something to the US Tumblrinas. Philadelphia isn't a place to me. It's a cream cheese. You say "philadelphia" or "philly" and I immediately, and exclusively, think of the cream cheese. "Twelve people die in Philadelphia disaster" wow that must've been a Molasses Flood style event

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

No I trust the Americans, the cheese lovers, and the fans of the molasses flood to find this one on their own.

[poisondartlesbian]

crazy how your only options for romance these days are to redownload hinge or to give up on love and become a lighthouse keeper. ah well.

[poisondartlesbian]

the lighthouse is looking more and more enticing every day btw.

[timrousbeastie]

[were--ralph]

[beggars-opera]

The tailors at Colonial Williamsburg made a suit for their cat

[vinceaddams]

The best part is that they were inspired by a diary entry from 1775, written by a 12 year old tailor’s apprentice who had been left unsupervised all day and decided to make a suit for a cat. Here’s a link to the blog post about it, but I’ll just paste the whole diary entry here:

“I had been at work about two months when Christmas came on – and here I must relate a little anecdote. The principal [the tailor] and his lady were invited to a party among their friends…while it devolved on me to stay at home and keep house. There was nothing left me in charge to do, only to take care of the house. There was a large cat that generally lay about the fire. In order to try my mechanical powers, I concluded to make a suit of clothing for puss, and for my purpose gathered some scraps of cloth that lay about the shop-board, and went to work as hard as I could. Late in the evening I got my suit of clothes finished; I caught the cat, put on the whole suit – coat, vest, and small-clothes [breeches] – buttoned all on tight, and set down my cat to inspect the fit. 

“Unfortunately for me there was a hole through the floor close to the fireplace, just large enough for the cat to pass down; after making some efforts to get rid of the clothes, and failing, pussy descended through the hole and disappeared; the floor was tight and the house underpinned with brick, so there was no chance of pursuit. I consoled myself with a hope that the cat would extricate itself from its incumbrance, but not so; night came and I had made on a good fire and seated myself for some two or three hours after dark, when who should make their appearance but my master and mistress and two young men, all in good humor, with two or three bottles of rum. After all were seated around the fire, who should appear amongst us but the cat in his uniform. I was struck speechless, the secret was out and had no chance of concealing; the cat was caught, the whole work inspected and the question asked, is this your day’s work? I was obliged to answer in the affirmative; I would then have been willing to take a good whipping, and let it stop there, but no, to complete my mortification the clothes were carefully taken off the cat and hung up in the shop for the inspection of all customers that came in.”

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

“I was hoping they’d beat me and forget about it but to my horror they stuck my work up on the fridge”

[zackbuildit]

Not just any fridge-

The public fridge

[radioactive-earthshine]

You've heard of multi-shipper now get ready for multi-headcanoner: where multiple interpretations of the same character coexist in your head and they are all great.

[alcoholic-hedgehog]

I can’t believe DR had to fridge Pixal for two whole seasons cause she’s simply too capable and would’ve solved all their issues in seconds.

[bidulgie]

After lots of hours I've finally completed my DP illustration! I'm glad I got to include a lot of my favorite ghosts!

Close-ups!

Prints will be made soon!

[cursed-thistle]

Get in the very strange machine, Danny.

[weabooii]

a reality in shadow / a truth under starlight

[deadgenerations]

Nolan is decidedly an artist who has an appreciation for and respect for cinema and the craft of film making, and he has a love for making films that are supposed to be strange, dreamlike, even nonlinear. which is hindered by the fact that he, strangely, seems completely uncreative and artistically bland.

[thestoryteller-thedreamer]

POV: doing your morning affirmations

[rush-the-stars]

am always obsessed when someone says to a character “call off your dog” about another character.

[feefal]

Gold, Silver, and Bronze!🥇🥈🥉

Now as sisters and with a complex sibling dynamic.

[feefal]

did you know 24k gold is so soft you can scratch it with a fingernail? Because bronze knows

[alcoholic-hedgehog]

ISTG if one more thing has a goddamn app I’m going to commit a crime. I don’t need a special new account on bibbitybobbity health that requires five factor authentication to send my doctor a message using our new nursebot AI. JUST LET ME CALL MY DAMN DOCTOR.