People So Often Talk About Parallel Play As A Thing Children Do, But Adults Do It Too! I Love Just Hanging

Bananasaurus Rex keychains! 🍌🦖 Ready to ship on my Etsy: kuebikokrafts.etsy.com

Commission for @jaredsadewater of their D&D character Reyna, who it turns out is Dagger's long-lost sister!! So you can imagine I was very excited to draw this!!!

(commission info here)

Hey Jay, you're doing great 💜

MONTHLY COMPLIMENT >:]

Very excited for this months WLOU!! It's so fun and layered with intrigue and I love the fact that it has so much world building! Also the fact other worlds canonically exist side-by-side eachother!! I got excited seeing someone else do this (cause I do it too cause it's rad)!!

We all love hearing the stories about what happens in other worlds and how they interconnect, I can tell you put a lot of thought into everything you do! Also the music!!! It's a lot of hard work putting on a live play, and you're doing a great job!!!

WGSHFUFNFJZHAGDHGUHUHUHHUHUHHHH

I will find you. And I will hug you. ;_;

reasons to write fanfiction (I'll start):

share a cool scene that popped into your head

evoke a particular emotion the canon makes you feel

song made you think of a character or idea from canon

make people feel the same way about a character you do

make dolls kiss for fun

explore ideas the canon hints at but doesn't do anything with

traumatize characters and make them suffer

coddle characters and let them rest

had an insane idea for a crack ship and now everyone needs to know

the author of the canon was wrong and must be fixed

use familiar characters to explore your own ideas and plotlines

canon is too short and you need to wallow in the universe of the story

Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?

The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.

Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.

Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.

Days like today are when I'm really grateful for my cat. Migraines suck no matter how "mild" they might be, and she knew something was wrong. So instead of her usual shenanigans, she curled up by my legs for about an hour while I rested. She wasn't even terribly perturbed by my fidgeting or shifting. These are the moments I'll try to remember when she's being a shithead later.

Last shop update, I promise! Since it's Pride month, I do still have some Pride critters available. I am working on more so if you don't see one for you, send me a message! I might be working on it!

Critters are $10 each or $15 for 2 + shipping 💜

SHY AFFECTION PROMPTS—

Walking side by side, the back of their fingers brushing—too shy to initiate hand-holding.

Teasing the tips of person B’s hair between their fingers, watching their fingers, unable to meet B’s gaze.

Subtle acts of service: opening a door for them, covering cornered edges when the other bends down to pick something up, purchasing something of the other’s interest.

”You look—uh, good. You look good.” Stammering, trying to appear confident when complimenting the other. Cue the throat clearing and avoidance of eye-contact.

Hesitant smiles and blushy cheeks.

Person A about to say something before thinking against it and closing their mouth.

Agonising slow-paced romance.

Person B sticking by person A’s side while they’re sick and stuck to bed rest, despite A’s warning of getting them sick too.

Thoughtful picnic dates.

Almost confessions.

”I care about you, and I want the best for you.”

Friends to lovers.

Looking for each other in social settings.

“You mean more to me than that.”

”Come on, we’re friends.” “Are we really?”

Angsty confessions after built up feelings being hidden.

Everyone can see it but them.

“We’re just friends!” “With how B is looking at you now? I don’t think you’re just friends.”

Starry night skies, damp grass, and deep talks about life.

B learning about A’s body insecurities and finding that it’s their favourite part of them.

Love-fuelled kisses under whispering nights.

So deeply in love that it almost makes their friends uncomfortable to witness.

Feathery forehead kisses.

Neither of them raise their voice—a love so gentle and kind that it makes your teeth rot.

Either one has social anxiety and the other orders for them at cafes and restaurants, or both of them do and one disregards their own anxiety and steps up.

Late nights cuddled up and quiet giggles.

”You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

”I want our kids to have your eyes.”

Inside jokes that literally no one understands.

hello tumblr i wanted to share my little crochet things because i crochet a lot now

Lil octopus babies uwu