I said I would be asleep by 5 but there’s so much shit on my bed
I said I would be asleep by 5 but there’s so much shit on my bed
yesss i love writing just to drop it when it's getting good
maneeeee even my coochie was throbbing. i just. have a lil brain.
I kind of have a passion on redrawing classic paintings with ocs/different contexts and I'm currently working on one but the idea of Gentileschi's judith beheading holofernes popped into my head with reyes and I Cannot stop thinking about it
I’m at the point where there’s like the smallest possible chance I might be able to still fix the thing but it’s like… does it actually fix anything? I don’t know
jotaro's special move is really just punching the shit out of an enemy really hard
People really be out there hating the Folklore and Evermore collabs, calling them the worst in her repertoire, when Lover ft. Shawn Mendez exists.
pretty interesting for my employer to change my schedule around and then immediately on the same day apparently shut down? pretty awesome tbh!
the fact i've been at the store for over 3 hours already...
on the one hand: extremely vindicated that my prediction there’d be a new macbook by the end of the month came true, I do appreciate the things they’ve added/gotten rid of since the last version, very nice
on the other hand: these things have gotten more expensive since I bought the one I’m typing on ten years ago, oof
Goth wife! Goth wife! Goth wife!
cant wait for my indian mutuals to cyberbully me once pakistan inevitably epicly loses
Reblogs are greatly appreciated!! ♥︎
Inspired by how Albedo apparently likes to sketch random people in Mondstadt and then give them his drawings. I had planned to make this for his b day but idk it didn’t vibe w me then so I never did anything w it lmao 3
⠀✔︎ Feat: GN!Reader, meet-cute, reader is implied to not be from Mondstadt, but has no specific place of origins.
⠀As an outsider, it’s not hard to attract curious glances. From the way you carry yourself, to the way you stride and speak, it’s obvious that you’re not a native of the land of wind.
⠀And yet the gaze you have attracted now... it is quite unlike any others before.
⠀For one, the attention comes from a handsome young man in a lab coat who watches you from across the plaza, sketchbook in hand. He stands at the booth where the alchemists gather, and you wonder for a moment if he’s an assistant. You doubt it, though, with how enamored he seems to be with his drawing, and with how focused he is on you.
⠀You can only wonder what is so fascinating about a stranger sitting at a table in Good Hunter. Surely it’s not that uncommon.
⠀As he continues to sketch, so to do you continue to look him over. Pretty hair with a pretty face, with stunning eyes, to boot. You can see the bright teal of them from all the way over here. The way he stands is poised and graceful, too, and the way his hands fly across his sketchbook makes you think that sketching is definitely not foreign to him.
⠀You don’t even realize when his gaze rises to connect with your own–– not until his hands still and the mysterious blond blinks twice in what you assume is surprise. You also pause. Wow, his eyes really are pretty.
⠀You smile politely and cast him a small wave. The mysterious artist waves back with the pencil still in hand. Neither of you know what to do after that, though, stuck in this motionless impasse. But when he makes a rolling gesture with his hand, your brow quirks.
⠀What? You mouth to him.
⠀Keep going, is all he says back.
⠀You laugh to yourself but acquiesce to his request. With a playful eye roll, you go back to your business, glancing at him from the corner of your eye and watching as he immediately dives back into his sketch. Your smile widens minutely.
⠀You’re aware of the pretty stranger who watches, diligently letting his pencil capture the strokes of your person. He’s focused on his art–– you can tell when you glance back at him a handful of times to see his brow furrowed in concentration. Your stares don’t catch again for the rest of your meal, but you hope you’re being a sufficient art model (something you hadn’t expected being today, honestly.)
⠀Time passes easily, and it’s just after you raise your hand to call the waitress that you hear the shuffle of boots approaching and a polite clearing of the throat.
⠀“The artist,” You greet with a grin, watching with interest as he comes closer. You gesture to the other chair with a gesture not unlike the one had had given you earlier, and he chuckles.
⠀“The muse,” he says back, and heavens, his voice is absolutely lovely. He’s even prettier up close, too. Almost unrealistically so.
⠀“I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect you to come over,” You say with a laugh, and he smiles, gently placing his sketchbook on the table between you two.
⠀He deftly opens it up, flipping through pages and pages worth of sketches that you consider gorgeous after merely a glance, and finally stops on one of the newest drawings–– the one he had just been working on. He turns the book around to face you and slides it closer. “I wanted to show you what I drew. It’s only appropriate, given that you had been the subject of my creativity–– and a rather willing one at that.”
⠀“I’m happy to be a sufficient subject,” You chuckle, carefully pulling the sketchbook towards you. For a moment, you’re rendered breathless by the skill of the sketch, by the life that this man had brought through the mere means of a pencil and paper. Archons, he’s absolutely talented.
⠀He gives you a few seconds, allowing you to gape and gently run your fingers over the charcoal, careful not to smudge it. You’re just short of drooling over his work, honestly, and there’s no doubt that he knows it.
⠀“I take it you like it, then?” He asks, a small, knowing smile on his face.
⠀“Do you even have to ask?” You flash him a grin, gently pushing it back across the table. “It’s amazing, really. You’ve got some serious skills.”
⠀“Making a simple drawing shine is not a difficult feat when it’s subject is rather magnetic,” is how he replies, and you’re honestly not sure if he’s flirting or being factual, but it still has heat rising to your face either way.
⠀“A way with words and a way with the arts,” you marvel with a grin. You introduce yourself, holding out a hand for him to shake. He takes it gently, just as graceful as you had noticed earlier.
⠀“I am Albedo, Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius,” the man ––Albedo–– says. “It’s a pleasure to both meet you and draw you.”
⠀You grin. Hopefully, you’ll be able to meet this alchemist again soon. “The pleasure is all mine.”
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The next Miss Universe pageant has started. All the contestants are very human. Everything goes smoothly, right up until the very end. When the winner is being presented however, she pulls off the mask she is wearing to reveal a green alien head underneath. She explained that she had entered as a way to show that someone who wasn’t human could win the title. Now it’s Earth 63, Universe 1
feeling angry i wanna punch something <3
INDIANAPOLIS, 2002 — Michael Schumacher in the pits with his race engineer Chris Dyer. (Photo by Sutton Images)
also, yeah, Phantasm really didn't change colors much. he went ONE down for his primary and six down for his secondary. like. dude.
Evil mastermind left the room, gamer entered. Time to play abit before sleeb~