#(but not too harshly)

[great-gabby-art]

My attempt at drawing Maedhros digitally.

[review-anon]

I wasn't expecting you to review your own work like this to be honest.

And I gotta agree with what you said regarding the void juice plotline, while it was my favorite out of the whole arc, it did feel very out of place during a Christmas speciall out of all things. But for yor first rodeo in storybloging I'd say you did very well while trying to adapt and get used to everything.

- Critic anon

//I am at my core, an analyst, and if you think I wasn't gonna analysis and review my own work, then you have another thing coming.

//Was Kana's Christmas Adventure perfect? Of course not, but as you mentioned, its my first shot at this, so I'm never gonna get it right the first try. And that's good because I can see where I went well, where I went wrong, and keep doing the stuff that goes well, and try to improve from my mistakes.

//The reason why in DTFA the Voids are so immature is they never made mistakes or consequences and you need those to develop and grow. Fortunately most people aren't like this so we can grow and develop as people.

//And thank you! It seems the general consense is why not the best work people have seen, and there is quite a few issues here and there, overall a lot of people enjoyed the final product and that's what mattered. This was gonna be a one off but well...I don't think that ain't gonna be so now.

//Like yeah that is big massive gripe of the Void Juice Plotline, story and writing wise, I felt it went very well with lots of great moments and really selling that this stuff is evil, but the timing was god awful. And don't worry, while things will go wrong in the next arc because of course they do, peace is boring, it will be more themetically fitting and I know when this stuff will return and trust me, it will be when its actually good.

//Most of the drawbacks is teething issues that will get worked out as I go along as I adapt and try to work with managing the Voidship sketches.

[wardenmop]

save me undead cowboy...

[hai-nae]

ghoap cuddles

[orphetoon]

since people liked my mitski + totk art im morally obligated to show yall my botw mitski comic

it’s available here, its pwyw with includes a whole total of free if u just want to see it

[emilyrosecreatives]

i’m not her.

[capydoodle]

hup

[chuffedchough]

I watched Night at the Museum for the first time and I needed to draw the silly little guys.

[finnsrightarm]

"I think the reason I don't want a new look is because I'm finally happy with who I see in the mirror right now. So what ever I put on, I just want to be able to see the same me looking back."

reposting the animatic i made for that one contest bc of the quality

[cruelxfantasies]

imagining photographer!steve as a baby photographer and he just wants a baby so bad and everyone in their circle knows it, they’ve put the word out that they’re looking to adopt but it’s crickets. an adoption agency is too expensive for them to consider. it gets to the point where eddie is about to convince steve to take a break from the business because he watches steve’s heart break just a little more each day as he interacts with the babies and their parents - this couldn’t be healthy for him. money would be tight, eddie could work more to cover the loss they would take.

the day before he plans to broach the subject, eddie’s phone pings with a notification - a message from a family friend, someone wayne knows and eddie had met maybe a handful of times. it isn’t long before he discovers the reason behind her reaching out; she’s pregnant and isn’t planning on keeping the baby.

when eddie tells steve the next day after his last session, the sadness that had found a home in his gaze slowly rescinds itself after the news sinks in. eddie holding him tight on the couch, sobs erupting from steve. eddie knows the cries are relief and joy and doesn’t try to console him.

several months later, it’s eddie positioning their newborn daughter in front of the camera this time while steve looks through the lens.

[maxx-the-queer]

Having finally played through both options for Veilguard and having to choose either Treviso or Minrathous, I can conclude one thing: there is absolutely no correct choice in either scenario.

By choosing to save Treviso, you leave violent Imperial-Supremacist slavers in charge of one of Thedas' most powerful nation. The only force with any resistance against them is all but decimated, if not by the Blighted Dragon attack then by the Venatori themselves. The hanged bodies in the streets all but taunt you as a reminder that nobody, especially the poorest and most vulnerable in Docktown, could ever hope to stand up to their power.

But by choosing to save Minrathous, you subject a city built on canals to a newer, more ferocious form of the Blight. In just a few main missions earlier Rook saw in D'Meta's Crossing just how devastating it can be. It seeps into the water, grows in the crevices of every building, and consumes everything to create new horrors. The once thriving markets that stood up to even the Antaam's occupation are gutted and turned into hospitals to care for their already suffering people.

The choice Rook makes isn't about deciding which city and its faction is more deserving of help. There is no "right" answer. There is no "morally superior" choice. The most vulnerable people suffer and die in either city either way.

The Minrathous-or-Treviso decision Rook makes is about there being no good options, but having to make those choices anyway. It is knowing that when you are presented with poor options, no matter your reasoning or how superficial it is, you have to decide.

The only wrong decision Rook could have made was to choose to do nothing at all.

[dont-touch-the-phlebotinum]

Blood pounds in Buck's ears along with the sound of his frenzied footfalls echoing around the stairwell, but it's not nearly loud enough to drown out his spiralling thoughts, the thrum of helicopter blades picking up speed, of explosions and gunshots and every single thing that could possibly go wrong before this day from hell is over. He's pretty sure the only reason he's not having a full-blown panic attack right now is because he doesn't have either the time or the oxygen to spare.

Please, God, don't let him be too late.

He bursts out onto the rooftop with enough force that the door bounces back against the wall and slams behind him, and Buck can't tell if the spotting in his vision is from the sudden blinding sunlight or because he's forgotten to breathe in what feels like hours. But it doesn't matter. The helicopter is still there on the helipad, blades motionless, and there's a familiar silhouette walking towards it.

"Tommy!" Buck scrambles closer, before he can reach the helicopter and escape, again, before Buck has chance to explain, to fix things. He's too far away. Even at Buck's breakneck speed he won't reach Tommy before he reaches the helipad. "Tommy!"

The figure stills, and turns.

Buck stumbles to a halt in front of him.

In the golden light of the setting sun Tommy looks gorgeous — and wary, and torn, and Buck's every impulse is screaming at him to take Tommy's face in his hands and kiss all that pain away. But he bites it back. He's let his impulsiveness take over too many times when it comes to Tommy; it's time to be deliberate. If he doesn't get the words out now…

Tommy's head turns towards the helicopter waiting for him, the responsibilities, the reminder that the world is bigger than the two of them as much as Buck wishes right now it could be otherwise. He looks back to Buck, pleading. "Evan—"

"I know," says Buck. Each breath feels like a knife between his ribs, but he forces himself to take one, to shape what he's needed to say to Tommy for far too long. "Just — please, just give me a second to say this before you go."

The corner of Tommy's mouth twitches into a wry smile. It doesn't reach his eyes. "That's not a ringing endorsement of my chances," he quips, but if Buck lets himself think about Tommy's chances right now whatever force has been powering him through past the fear clawing up his throat and threatening to suffocate might finally up and leave him, so he shakes his head, shakes the words away somewhere they can't be heard, can't be made real.

"It hurt, what you said that morning," he says. "But that doesn't make it okay for me to hurt you back, and I'm so sorry I did."

Tommy nods, squares his shoulders like that's all Buck had to say before letting Tommy go. But it's not, not even close to all the words scrambling to make themselves heard, and Buck catches Tommy's wrist before he can turn away from him again.

"I just — did you really think I could've spent our entire relationship thinking about anybody but you?" The thought has churned through his mind enough times these last few weeks that the anger that comes along with it is less biting — less likely to make him say something he'll regret, hopefully — but it still flickers in his chest. He's been so goddamn gone for Tommy since the moment they met, how the hell could Tommy never see it?

The smile on Tommy's face is so sad, so defeated, that Buck wants to take him by the shoulders and shake him. "I know how this plays out, Evan," he says.

"But you don't!"

He forces himself to stop, let his emotions settle. It's not easy to think clearly around Tommy, never has been, between the lust and affection and hurt and now a healthy measure of bone-chilling terror that Buck might lose him completely, but he owes it to Tommy to try. Maybe he owes it to himself, too.

"When I said I didn't have to have feelings for everyone I sleep with, I didn't mean that I don't have feelings for you. I do. Tommy, I feel so much for you I don't know how I haven't burst from it all."

He watches Tommy's face for some sign of him shutting down again, that Buck isn't getting through to him. His jaw is clenched, tension still radiating from him like it's taking everything in him not to give in and run, to fight that wounded animal side to him that Buck was too blind to see before. But his eyes, glittering wet in the dying sunlight, are still fixed on Buck, and he's listening.

Maybe it won't change anything. But at least Tommy will know what he really means to Buck. Will know he's important, and loved, and deserving of so much more than he lets himself have. And that'll be enough.

"What I was trying to say was that I know what I'm doing. I know who I want to be with and who I don't. You know," he says, "everyone else keeps telling me what I want, like I'm too dumb to know it myself."

"That's not what I—"

"Don't," Buck cuts in, before Tommy can say it. He's on a roll now, and he's going to say his piece even if he has to strap himself into the cockpit beside Tommy and fly into God only knows what dangers to do it. "Right now I need you to listen when I tell you what I want."

There's something of surrender in the shrug of Tommy's shoulders, but he's smiling, as if even this version of Buck, frantic and sweat-soaked and angry, is still hopelessly endearing to him. "Okay," he says.

"I want you, Tommy. Only you. I want to wake up next to you in the morning. I want to listen to you talk about basketball even though we both know I only go to your pickup games 'cause you look so hot when you play, and I want to ramble about whatever stupid thing I learned that day that nobody else cares about and see you watching me the way you do, like you really wanna hear what I have to say, and know you're gonna remember months from now when I've forgotten it myself.

"I want you to feel like you can be yourself with me, and let me see that scared, lonely part of you you try so hard to keep hidden, and I want you to believe me when I tell you I'm in love with you, because I am. I love you so much, Tommy."

The tears in Tommy's eyes spill over, and Buck's pretty sure he's crying too at this point but he doesn't stop to scrub his cheeks, doesn't want to stop for all the world. The wind whips around them, sounds of traffic drifting up from the streets so far below, and there's people waiting for them, people who need them, but right now the only thing that matters is Tommy stood in front of him.

"And when you're ready, I want us to build a life together."

Tommy swallows. "I'd like that," he breathes.

The words are cracked and quiet, but he and Buck have gravitated so close towards each other by now they're stood practically chest to chest and the sound tucks itself between their bodies, there for Buck and Buck alone. He nods, and lets out a shaking breath.

"I'm gonna screw up," he says, giving Tommy one last chance to walk away before Buck gets his hopes up, as if it isn't already going to kill him if Tommy takes it. "I'm gonna say the absolute worst thing at the worst time and I'm gonna hurt you without even realising, but I swear to God, I will do everything I can to fix things if you'd just stick around and give me a chance. Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

"How about with your heart?"

Tommy leans in, touches his forehead to Buck's. "You already have it," he says. They breathe deep, not kissing, barely even touching — just there, together, reaching for whatever comfort they can find in each other. "It feels like I've been terrified my whole life. I'm not sure I know how not to be. But I want to try, with you."

"I can work with that."

And finally, finally, they're kissing. Not the desperate, all-consuming kisses they'd shared last time, but something tender and honest in a way maybe neither of them have really been with each other before now. They stay close even after their mouths drift apart.

"I love you, too," Tommy says. "And I'm sorry as well. I was an idiot. You know," he adds, in that bone dry tone Buck has spent months thinking he'd never get to hear again, and Buck smiles at the sound of it, "I'm kind of a mess, Evan."

The laugh that bubbles up from Buck's chest feels like a tide washing over him. "I had noticed that, actually."

"Wait, you did?"

"A little bit, yeah."

"Damn."

"I don't mind getting messy," says Buck, serious again. "And, in case you hadn't noticed, there's plenty of issues over here too."

Tommy smiles back at him. "Maybe we can work on them together."

"Deal."

And like a spell's been broken, Tommy's radio crackles to life, thrusting them back into the world, into the uncertainty of what's to come, into the gnawing terror that regardless of how their conversation had gone there's still a chance this is the last time Buck ever sees the man he loves.

"Kinard, what's your status?" comes a voice over the radio.

"Go save the day," Buck says, a gentle nudge to Tommy's chest to get him moving before Buck can give in to the urge to pull him closer and refuse to let go. "Just promise me you'll come back."

"I'll try my damnedest. I've got a hell of a good reason to now." He presses another kiss to Buck's lips, and Buck tries not to think of it as goodbye. "They'll need you on the ground."

"As soon as you're airborne I'm gone."

Tommy nods. "Be safe."

"You too."

One last embrace — no, Buck tells himself, not the last, because there's a future waiting for them and they're both going to fight like hell to get to it — and Tommy's jogging towards the helipad. The sun's dipped beneath the horizon now, the clouds swept away for Tommy to take to the air, giving Buck a clear view to track his progress from the ground.

"Hey," he calls after Tommy. "What are you doing Saturday?"

Tommy turns back to him with a grin. "How about you let me know when I land?"

[aphrodicci]

when women have strong venus in their chart specifically both libra and taurus in their big six, [including jupiter in taurus or libra as it enhances the characteristics more, or saturn, as it is the planet of lessons], they really have to learn how to love themselves and be comfortable being by themselves.

i've known many women in my life with those placements in their big 3 or 6, especially close friends and family-members. and they never seem to be comfortable on their own, which makes them dependant on their partners and having someone on their side. it makes them lose their value in themselves, and perception of their independency.

this occurs more when they dont have strong mars or pluto in their chart. its crazy, because i know a handful of women who have taurus and libra in their placement, attempting to settle down with just anyone...anything so they feel confident. one of them i know of has gone through countless of fiancés and engagements and another one got married to a man she's known for a week, after i advised her to focus on herself too.

venusians! learn how to love yourselves!

[alicentloyalist]

EMILIA CLARKE as DAENERYS TARGARYEN in GAME OF THRONES ↳ 7.01 - “Dragonstone”

[pulgarcito-perro]

I have never in my life done this ask thing before but I have to say you are literally my favorite jimcurly artist ever and I get genuinely so hyped up when you post…

Could you do some more tooth rotting fluff of them? Like them watching a movie, laughing together, anything you wanna do :))) I just adore how you draw them

Some domestic bliss for you.

Based on this piece by Ernest Chiriacka:

[anistarrose]

TAZ Balance AU where everything is the same except Kravitz is a normal mortal who happens to be a vaguely noir detective, (attempting and failing to be) very grim and serious as he tracks down missing persons' cases that lead him to three mysterious strangers... and meanwhile, Angus is still a 10 year old, but specifically an immortal 10 year old who also happens to be the Grim Reaper.