I Keep Just Inexplicably Feeling Like Shit Late In The Evening

there really isn't enough art of women with visible body hair

you know the project brainrot is bad when i start drawing again

I made a little guy

his name is Scallop

im not sure exactly how his eyepatch stays on his face but he does it somehow

my biggest fan

writing is such a rollercoaster if an activity

i feel like i’m doing well

and then 15 minutes later i feel like my writing sucks ass

i need to keep reminding myself that revisions exist and that i’m working on outlines right now

i need to work on other things too and this keeps distracting me

I really want to get back into making youtube videos but i just have no idea what to do

what do i make

how do i get people to actually find my channel

i’m getting frustrated about this at this point and i just want to make things again

what if

d&d campaign set in the kingdom of hallownest

like 2 weeks lol

my girlfriend had to go to the ER and im keeping her company and im finally reaching That Point in being awake for way too long where it’s been 22 hours and my stomach is suggesting the idea of flopping around like a dying fish

love it when someone is just

a feral animal

Robot girl, finally back online after a year and a half, looking at the newly outfitted soldering station. There's a lot more tools on it than there were when she last closed her eyes: Inspection microscopes, hot air reflow, EEPROM programmers, logic analyzers, thermal cameras and regulated power supplies. She starts to tear up when she sees the video history of her partner (and repairperson): months and months of electronic tutorials, starting simple ("what is a circuit?") and towards the end there's PCB design classes and CCC videos about reverse engineering secure processor firmware.

"You did all this, for me?" she asks, her voice sounding different from how she remembers it, lacking the stutterglitch and 8-bit audio harshness. Her partner smiles. "I thought I'd lost you... I couldn't live with that. I had to!"

She hugs them in a pile of spare parts, servos moving smoothly for the first time in decades, pressure sensors finally accurate enough to hold them without risk of crushing them.

Sometimes, love is stored in the soldering iron.