Jan 24, 2025
A sketch of my bb's from last year <3 Nothing much, just me coming back to my roots
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A sketch of my bb's from last year <3 Nothing much, just me coming back to my roots
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My entry for the klance4k contest. Congrats again @love-kl on 4k followers, hope you like the fic!
Was planning to keep it short but if there's one thing I know about my writing style it's that, it's long– details or rambling? Who cares
Prompts: THUNDER–SCAR–SILENCE
Word count: 1,951
So I was writing this one shot, but then! At the very last scene, where Lance hald Keith at gunpoint to take him (fake) hostage I suddenly remembered, didn't Keith held this lube-something guy hostage in the show? and he was like "let us go or your guy gets it!" I want that here. And my brain absolutely refused to function properly till I make it happen (like do you know just how much I'll have to change the thing to make that come true? The whole setting??)
Why does the idea always have to come after it's already been written
Was researching pirates but somehow ended up in the middle of this spiral about the New Mexico Whiptail, which I now gotta talk about or I'll die,
It's an all female species, not from the start but cause the males have gone completely extinct (help I'm dieing). These Queens can literally lay and hatch from unfertilized eggs, but still like to dry hump each other every now and then, not cause they have to or anything but you know, that's what friends are for (according to historians probably)
They're also known to be real fast and agile who can catch and feed on birds or mammals way bigger than themselves.
Aren't they pretty <3
I resent the world just a little more every time I start admiring some kind of creative work and my mind automatically goes "is this ai? I hope it's not ai..."
Why do I have to worry about some cluster of wire for a heart and sparks of electricity for emotions to take away our right of creation, something so inherently human?
How come even our freedom of sharing what we love and who we are is being snatched right from our hands?
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look at these emo ass hello kitty hair clips mom bought me cause I was whining about the pastel ones not going with my aesthetic. love'em
was just reading a fic and it said "you're such a contradiction, utterly in love with yourself, and utterly certain no one else is" and holy shit I've never seen something describing the god complex and self hatred duo so accurately before
how can y'all afford therapy?? im pretty sure if I had enough money to go to therapy about 63 of my problems would already be solved T-T