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[das-boog]

A day late due to technical issues here is the continuation of my post for post with @kstanziola! I'm not sure what the monster is. Not a dragon, nothing that high pedigree. Some swamp gargoyle maybe, or what wizards get in their trash instead of raccoons.

[mediocre-words]

I'm feeling soooooooo exhausted. It's being a looooooooong and haaaaaaaaaaaaard day! Going to take a nap first.

Just wanted to post

[bleedthecoloroftheeveningstars]

Every time I hit the light switches in my house, I feel like Vanna White.

[eloquenched]

personal~

im so fucking angry. 

basically, my best friend decided she doesnt want to be my best friend anymore. Ive tried to talk to her about it and she just ignores me and makes excuses about "schedules" getting in the way. Well I'm just fucking done. 12 years of being closer than peas and carrots down the drain. I guess forever doesnt really last that long, does it? Well im sick and tired of sitting on the shelf waiting for her to come along whenever the fuck she feels like it so we can make up and be best buddies again. I am not some playtoy. This may be surprising, but I am an actual human being with actual feelings. And right now, I feel pretty shitty, finding out that my (now ex)best friend would be better without me and therefore has replaced me. 12 years didnt mean jack shit to ya, did it? well, neither did i, apparently.

Basically, make up your fucking mind and act your age. Stop throwing a temper tantrum just because everyone isnt acting exactly the way you want them to. I've tried to be nice, I've attempted fixing the friendship (as i have many times in the past, um, 12 YEARS), but now that means nothing to you. I mean nothing to you. And now I'm trying to fix it one last time, and you're taking offense and saying you "feel stressed and under social pressure" by people you "were totally fine without". well thats fucking good to know. wish you would have told me earlier, you fucking 2-faced hypocrite.

I'm done. Absolutely, 100%, done. If she tries to talk to me, fine. If not, fine. But I'm not hiding away anymore. She does not define who i can and cannot be. I can do just as fine without her. But when she comes back to the shelf to win me back, I won't be there. She had her chance. And now I'm gone. I would write more about how stupid and angry at myself I am for ever even trusting her, but tbh she's not really worth my time anymore..

without any further ado.... fuck you. you know who you are. stop luring everyone to take pity on you and step up. Act mature, for once, god damn. And finally, own up and stop making these god damn shitty excuses. I have every right to be mad, as does everyone else you hurt. Way to go. Hope you're happy without me bc I'm fantastic without you :)

[tigerproletariat]

Soft hands held her steady Through her greatest pleasure; She knows, deep down, she wasn't ready, But this was a thing of leisure, Something celebrated, Something sought after by all.  He had been designated To guide her after her fall, Something he took all too seriously; He watched her with great fervor, Sometimes too closely; Her mood, by this, was tampered.  She felt a great many things, In her broken heart. A pulse that beats like fairy wings, Remembers tales from her very start; Soft hands that held her steady Through her mother's greatest pleasure. 

[boog-shitposting-edition]

So I drew two cyborgs and a magey looking fella for anatomy practice and now it's part of my post for post, to be continued tomorrow. 

Allow me to take this opportunity to wax philosophical about cyborgs

I love cyborg characters. Love love love them. I like how they look, I like how they're designed, I like how the aesthetic can be applied to any character to make them look strong, weak, refined, high class, alien or particularly human. But I also really love what it sort of implies about the character at first glance.

Ever hear someone say they'd give their left arm for something? Their eye, their heart, their left nut (why always the left one, I wonder?)? 

Ever meet someone who would actually do it?

It's kind of an interesting question. In some stories the character becomes a cyborg after some accident, but most of them the reader will see will be thugs or professionals, people who did it on purpose.

If the thing you wanted most of all in the world ACTUALLY cost an arm and a leg, would you still buy it?