mfw when i decide to pair an eventual character with an fc ive been really wanting to use for ages.

im bored so i guess i'll make some graphics. too bad im waiting to kill off another character off before making her

“body won’t make it to your morgue if it was me, detective.” roam flashes one of her sly smiles. coming across as a jest, it was hardly that. the thought paints an amusing picture, though. imagine a gutted, half-eaten deer on the metal tables of a human hospital. that’s just ridiculous.

"are you gonna sleep more while im at work?"

me: no
also me, 15 mins later: zzzzzzzz

kinda just got this idea the other day while driving down some back roads with my mom, but maybe like a mystery/horror-based site set in the midwest featuring cryptids, aliens, a religious cult, spooky cornfields

honestly if you have any ideas on how/where to get it started i will. my first thought is like a discord server or something? but i only have like the base concept of the idea so far lmao

i have a very similar issue where, and im not sure it's fear necessarily, but unless i have a fire lit under my ass, i have no motivation to work on the things i know i should be working on. well, i'm not sure if i have no motivation, or if it's just that i have more motivation for other, less important things. like... i love art! i love making art! i literally went to college specifically for art! but the second i graduated and lost that "you better do these things that'll help get you a career or else," i just... haven't been working on those things i should be working on, and i've ended up leaving everyone twiddling their thumbs like, "hey so have you done ANYTHING to further your career lately?" no. the answer is no, not really.

i have more time to get my ass into gear now more than ever, so why am i not utilizing it? i literally. have no idea. it's honestly something that tears me up inside thinking about and it makes me feel terrible, yet this very simple solution feels absolutely impossible.

i wanna say that the act of starting is really the hardest part. not to mention keeping at it till you start to make a proper habit of it is another huge obstacle. you stop and think for a second, "i should really get back to working on that project i started a while ago," but your hand hesitates at actually beginning getting back to it, and then you ultimately return to whatever other thing you actually have the motivation to do that mentally isn't nearly as hard to start because you've built up the habit.

i've said this before elsewhere but i legit would not mind making some sorta group with other people that kinda mimics a school/homework system. everyone assigns themselves tasks they want to get done in say, a week or so, then they have to turn that task in to everyone else by the end of the week to prove that they actually DID something. and then some kind of "or else" factor is implemented that they dont have control over to serve as motivation. this would probs have to vary from person to person but for me i'd say something like... withhold posts for a thread im extra excited about until i get important shit done. i think it'd work relatively well. but i can't light the fire under my own seat. i just don't know how anymore.

but anyway tl;dr, giant mood.

i hate posting in plotters if only because they usually go like
me: [takes an hour to post in one (1) plotter]
me: time for a damn NAP.

digging in to slow their trajectory, the child points to the rapier at isolde's waist. "is that a real sword? can i see it?"


she glances down, back up. "touch it and i may skewer you."

sometimes u just gotta take a 12 hour nap and wake up with a dehydration headache

asked my boss about picking up a couple extra shifts at work because Student Loan Payments and shes basically letting me come in whenever i want for however many hours i want as long as i stay under 40 hours a week

in other news god is real and feeling kind

bc ur a cat fraud

soon.meme

“i’m starting to think you came out of the womb fully grown or something, yeesh. mom didn’t even have to push, you just walked yourself out—see? just like a horse."

 
i'll never chew my milk for you