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Close-ups of David Tennant's eyes on Shakespeare Uncovered

when 14 wears his slutty little glasses 🫶

matching unhinged much ado about nothing pfps for u and ur bestie

Crowley’s hairstyles/looks - down through the ages ...now including Good Omens Season Two

The original Season One post [ x ]

sequel to their first rematch

my brain is still very much occupied by them

i am not immune to the gay pirates

Little Mermaid AU for the MerMay 2022! And what sort of AU it would be without IZZY CLAWS. Ed is an incorrigible dreamer who always talks about the top world One day he might just meet his prince… (more to come…?)

Gif of my drawing process under the cut

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been feeling very meeeeh about my art but have been trying to push past it

Long-haired baby Taika serving some young, pre-beard Blackbeard 🖤

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Good Omens sketches

I love this hairstyle)

We did it again.

Guess who watched Vivaldi just now and sketched along.

i put “All I Want for Christmas is You” through a MIDI converter, and then back through an mp3 converter

the result is this garbage

I’m driving myself up the wall because I swear I can hear the vocal line but I don’t know how that could be if it was truly converted to MIDI. Unless you can replicate speech sounds entirely with modulated MIDI notes, in which case I’m actually impressed with this tire fire of an MP3.

the holiday season is almost upon us and I’d like to bring back this absolute fucking monstrosity of an audio file

I’m fucking WHEEZING

The reason you can hear the voice is that your brain is fucking amazing.

It can remeber all kinds of patterns in all kinds of things. Because you have heard this song in the original about a gazillion times, your brain knows what it's supposed to sound like. So when the actual voice is replaced with piano sounds, your brain still recognizes the melody and fills in the gaps.

A person who has never heard the original before would be veeeery confused by this.

you hear about recovery not being linear (”there are ups and downs”), but actually it’s more like a game of wack-a-mole. this is not a bad thing

to extend the metaphor: when you’re at the beginning of your recover (less kindly known as rock bottom), you have a garden full of moles. you have a mole popping up every 5 seconds, and maybe it’s the same hyperactive mole, maybe it’s a bunch of moles taking turns, but whether they all look the same, you have a garden full of the fuzzy bastards. 

so you pick up a mallet and start hitting. maybe you’re bad at using the mallet, maybe you get better over time, but after a while you get tired, bc you’ve been at it for ages and a mole is still popping up every 5, 10 seconds. what you don’t realize is, you’ve actually nerfed a lot of the moles. it’s just now there’s more space for the other ones to come to the surface and start making noise. but if you keep. swinging. the mallet. eventually they’re gonna slow down. 

My recovery began when I started treating my depression & moved away from an abusive environment. It took a long time for me to realize I was recovering, bc as soon as one thing improved, another popped up. As my depression improved, I became more alert and active–and discovered that my brain fog & self-isolation had inadvertently been covering up my sensory issues. I had enough energy to start school again–and bc I wasn’t sleeping & lounging all day, I was suddenly aware of my concentration issues. One mole bites the dust, another pops up. 

but the secret is: there are a finite number of moles in the universe. 

4 years I’ve been wacking away at these fuckers with a mallet. I’ve taken turns wacking depression and its cronies suicidal ideation & self-harm, followed in succession by previous dormant crap related to anxiety, adhd, spd, c-ptsd, and other 👎 acronyms. And behold: progress. (Atm i’ve finally convinced the furry piece of shit called Executive Dysfunction to come out of the ground, which is exciting bc wrangling this bastard means finally getting to work on longterm personal projects again.)  Moles still pop up from time to time, but my life has a lot more space for me in it

the moral of this story is: if u hit a mole over the head for long and hard enough eventually it learns to mind its own beeswax. KEEP WACKING

KEEP WHACKING💖💖💖