#[still a bit of a headache]

[joenateuser]

SAM NIVOLA as Lochlan Ratliff The White Lotus 3.01 “Same Spirits, New Forms”

[marigraphia]

I've had this pose ref saved for a while and the Superman set photos just gave off the same energy 👉🏻👈🏻

The reference is this photo of Katharine Hepburn as Antiope and Colin Keith-Johnston as Theseus in the 1932 play 'The Warrior's Husband' (and I'd love for people to turn into a draw your otp meme pls pls pls this pose is so good)

And also, of course, the Superman (2025) set photos

[ruleroftheimps]

I have discovered my favorite flavor of Radiostatic: Traumatize the hell out of Vox and immediately make him Overlord 'I Don't Do Feelings' Alastor's problem.

[dustbowl-es]

kai cried on screen. KAI CRIED ON SCREEN

anyways. im obsessed with him reforging rusty's weapon. with kai engulfing both himself and rusty in flame and letting rusty get his own closure.

with how frustrated and on edge and upset kai was and how he very temporarily took it out on rusty.

with daidan's quest for revenge and that no matter how ruthless kai must be, he will not allow an infant to be a casualty.

with the fact that daidan changes her mind about having to be a monster to survive because kai is genuinely, completely good. down to the bone. even when he's slicing monsters in two.

with the fact that kai was in one of the eggs for who knows how long. not long enough to actually transform, obviously, but do we think that there might be some sorta side effects?? because i kinda do

and, of course, the fact that when he thinks of his family he thinks of the old versions of them. the versions of them from the beginning.

[theythemmer]

phinktober day 8: tatinof

wtf a whole week done already???? i haven’t drawn this consistently since i was in high school 😭

bonus bc idk when to stop

[hzdtrees]

Small Beginnings

[suchawrathfullamb]

Sorry to hear that you’re sick, I hope you feel better soon! For the sickfic drabbles….. maybe Will waking up unable to move well with severe muscle stiffness and aches post-fall? It’s winter and it’s cold and stormy out, working outside and going out to fish has worsened the effects of the more recent damages. Hannibal buys or has a set of acupuncture needles at their place and offers to help…. Will’s dry comments on Hannibal’s record with putting needles into him for therapies eventually turn into “I love you’s” and welcome relief <3

The storm had crept in overnight, layering the windows with frost and moaning low through the trees. Will opened his eyes slowly, not from rest but from the brittle pressure of ache that made sleep collapse into waking. He didn’t move—couldn’t, really. The blankets were heavy, but his body was heavier. Every joint throbbed with dull resistance, and his muscles, stiffened by the cold and yesterday’s long, grim effort at hauling frozen traps, felt like they'd fused with the bones beneath.

He exhaled a shallow breath, sharp-edged. Snow always looked romantic until it had to be shoveled. Or survived.

The door creaked open. Hannibal's steps were quiet, wrapped in that usual morning calm like he’d been up for hours. He had. Will could smell tea and something faintly medicinal—ginger maybe, or ginseng.

“You didn’t come down,” Hannibal said. He didn't sound accusatory, only observational. “I imagined you either asleep or... paralyzed.”

Will blinked at the ceiling. “Bit of both.”

Hannibal’s footsteps approached the side of the bed. Will didn’t look at him; the ceiling was neutral, and movement felt like a cruel joke. “I thought I could handle it. I didn’t think a little frostbite and muscle strain would make me feel like I’ve been exhumed.”

“You’ve been compensating,” Hannibal replied. “Overcorrecting. The body notices. Even if you ignore it.”

There was a pause. Will could feel him looking.

“I have something,” Hannibal said. “That might help. If you’re willing.”

Will turned his head slightly—painfully—to glance over. Hannibal held a small, dark lacquered box in one hand, elegant and unobtrusive. The kind of box that could hold anything. Needles, knives, secrets.

“Oh,” Will murmured, voice raw with amusement. “We’re doing needles again. That’s always gone well for me.”

Will watched him lay the box down on the nightstand, fingers precise, careful. There was something gentle in his stillness. Rehearsed care.

“You don’t have to,” Will said, quietly. “I can tough it out.”

Hannibal tilted his head. “Toughness, when misapplied, becomes self-sabotage.”

“Is that your clinical opinion?”

“It’s my opinion as someone who loves you.”

Will froze—not from pain this time. Hannibal said it like he was mentioning the weather. Cold. Obvious.

He swallowed. The ache didn’t go away, but something cracked and loosened under the weight of those words.

“I love you too,” Will said. His voice trembled slightly, not from nerves, but from being too tired to filter it.

Hannibal didn’t react visibly. He opened the box, revealing a series of thin, gleaming acupuncture needles arranged like silver reeds. Will watched his hands move with that same surgical precision—ritualistic, almost.

The first needle went in with the gentlest pressure. Will closed his eyes, more from trust than necessity.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” Hannibal said.

“Everything hurts,” Will murmured, dry.

“I meant the needles.”

“They’re fine. You’re fine. I just...” He exhaled. “This is nice.”

Silence filled the room, dense and clear as snowlight. Outside, the wind pushed against the windows. Inside, Will’s body began to slowly unclench under the dance of pressure points and warmth—an alchemy of relief and presence.

He didn’t need to say it again. He just stayed still, letting Hannibal fix him. Like always.

[orykorioart]

Fellas, is it gay...?

Thank you Drawfee for the food 🥺 Here’s a quick Sierra and Nevada sketch!

[slimeandsadness]

something very cute about them both putting on a strong northern accent to say 'ere y'go', feels like I'm witnessing an inside joke

[bogkeep]

the power of cat pics are soothing my fragile soul... thank you all.......

i had nearly forgotten that we still hadn't gotten a grading on our student clocks or exam clocks or whatever they are called (the clocks we've been making/working on since year 1, we were technically supposed to complete them then but we weren't given enough time...), and today i got the news mine hadn't been approved!

i was really really upset, because one of the points of failure listed was "is not going", when that clock has been going Every Single Time I Checked On It and at this point i was just starting to feel gaslit, HOWEVER. i did get the opportunity to correct the mistakes and fix it up, so it was not all lost!!! and then after some back and forth and getting it nearly all ready to go again i heard the familiar snap of a thing falling off and last time i had had to fix that it had taken so much time and then it just felt like all the dominoes falling down and i wanted to lie down on the floor and cry so badly (i did sit on the floor and groan dramatically. some moments call for theatrics)... but after some lunch and some help and a couple deep breaths i got it fixed AGAIN (even though i skipped the part where i disassemble the whole thing and get everything cleaned before reassembling it again. i know i'm supposed to but my head was hurting and i just could not bear doing it today), and put it up for re-assessment.

i think that for all three years of fiddling with teeny tiny finicky machinery i have been super mega patient and handling my frustrations really well, trying and trying and trying again until things to right, asking for help all the times i'm hitting a wall. it's only natural for some days to be a little too much, especially when i already have so much else weighing on me. not that it feels great, especially not when it's the last week at school and i want to be chilling and just hanging out and feeling free from all the exams and tests. ah well

after i handed it in and headed home early is when i was like WRAAHHH IM IN A BAD MOOD AND IF ANYONE TALKS TO ME WRONG I *WILL* EXPLODE - and shortly after that i received the news that my exam clock had been approved...! QUICKEST FAILURE TURNAROUND SO FAR. it's been a rollercoaster of a day haha

[wokecipher]

I realized I never introduced my "billsona"

So uh :3c hi this is me

here's some art i made while experiencing an awful migraine and some a really bad chronic pain flair up (wow, a sequel?!)

i survived, im such a trooper guys, im such a cool little guy

[starlingfawn]

throws more squid art at you

listen to this,,!!!!!

[ganondoodle]

been wanting to give demise and the gang a little bit of a rework but my day was spent speedrunning work, then helping my parents dig through a ton of earth in the garden trying to get plant roots out that explosively overtook everything last year .... and then spent whatever time i had left building a house in the sims (it crashed three times :)) )

(also the new tumblr update looks like ass,,,,,,,,,,,,)

[venacoeurva]

I will celebrate the day stevia stops being the hot cool trendy thing to use in stuff, that will also be the day I'll stop getting splitting headaches from things because they switched out sugar or other sweeteners with it suddenly

[tspstuff]

Gonna add a few things under the cut

Okay so as some of you know Francis "can't interact with humans" Yet clearly he IS interacting with Stanley. Why is that? You may think

Well first of all, no this is not some error or something I didn't quite think through despite this being rather old thing I've worked on. In the timeline from the very beginning, far before the parable existed, to today this happened let's say near the beginning of the parable. Therefore Stanley is still able to interact with Francis, other than the curator

[einsatzzz]

just when i thought my energy (& social battery) recovered a bit, i took some lab tests yesterday and i think a bit too much blood got taken from me bc i passed away the moment i got home. i should take iron supplements more often djfhvshjdfvhsjdf