#*chews on drywall*
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feliciadraws · 4 months ago
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mes nuits sont mieux passées avec toi, mon amour 🌙
Gah, how long has it been since I posted Waka/Mei art...anyhoo, it was about darn time I brought back my flagship oc/canon ship, and I absolutely love soft, dreamy night scenes like this 🌙
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mumblesplash · 7 months ago
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comics as an art form make me insane. they’re so difficult to do well. there’s so many different ways to make sequential art work and most of them are deeply unintuitive. onomatopoeia that feels completely ridiculous to put down often reads seamlessly. panels on a page become a fractally nested image composition challenge that’s only possible to lose because if you do a good job no one will notice. you have to direct the readers’ eyes on a specific path across the page but also account for the fact that they won’t follow it. comic time isn’t linear. if the order of events isn’t crystal clear the story becomes incomprehensible. sometimes you need to do this on purpose. all this for a medium almost universally considered less effective than animation and less respectable than plain text. even its own name doesn’t take it seriously
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bigfatbreak · 10 months ago
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the grand galloping gala goes a widdle differently when the local aristocrats treat Twilight Not Great considering she's been given the reputation of "monster that haunts the library" oop
bonus woonas
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aletterinthenameofsanity · 8 months ago
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Does it ever hit you that for Charles Rowland, death was kinder than life? That he never felt something kind until the night he died? And that when he did finally die, when the peaceful, kind glow of Death arrived, Charles sacrificed Heaven for the boy who had crawled out of Hell, the boy who was the first person to be kind to him? Do you ever want to chew some drywall?
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ddoe-eyes · 3 months ago
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kuroko no basket is like. all the adults in our life failed us. but for awhile it was ok because we got to walk home together. no one sees me but you do. i love this thing so much but i hate it for not saving me. i think he's going to save me or i'm going to save him. i'm crying at the literal crossroad of my childhood then crying with joy at the start of the rest of my life. hey you inspire me and i resent you for it. hey do you want to get milkshakes. hey the idea of losing all of you split me in two also i have a trauma disorder. i'm going to ruin myself to give you a win. i'm going to win so you'll come back. i'm going to win because then we'll all be able to sit and have dinner together. it's about a comeback but there's no such thing as a quick comeback in basketball.
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courier420 · 11 months ago
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first contact
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foxstens · 6 months ago
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andrew always being at kevin's side because kevin needs it and andrew driving kevin to night practice and andrew patting kevin down to check for injuries and andrew promising kevin it'll be fine and andrew looking awake, interested because of kevin and andrew conserving his energy for kevin's quiet meltdown and andrew smiling for the first time without the drugs because of kevin and andrew always picking up when kevin calls
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cryptic-queer-cryptid · 1 year ago
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I need you all to watch this gif. See that? Hang on, let me slow it down.
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Ahh, there go. Their fingers almost intertwine, then shift as if they’re going to hold hands, and then finally settle into simply being placed against each other. Even then, Crowley’s fingers are wrapped ever so slightly against Aziraphale’s hand. The way their hands slide into the final position too… it literally looks like something clicking into place.
This 1 second long scene has managed to capture my attention for all of the morning. Michael Sheen and David Tennant, your acting never fails to amaze me. Holy shit.
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hylianane · 1 year ago
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Usopp said “I want a divorce!” and Luffy said “Fine! But I’m taking the kids!” and the kids were three teens older than him, a reindeer, and a 30 year old woman who was actively committing a political assassination
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crappymixtape-bsides · 1 year ago
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shut the fuck up, shut up, do you SEE the color of his eyes??? the silver bracelet the hair the hand the smile the moles like?????? 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩
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ibrokeeverything · 2 months ago
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No but the way till is doing okay, he's fighting back, he's trying, he's not going down easy, but as soon as Luka imitates Ivan, Till straight up looks like he's going to keel over. He's got dark circles, a nosebleed, can barely keep his eyes open, and is struggling just to breathe.
GOD, they make me insane
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crazymecjc · 3 months ago
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once more, with feeling.
(fanart for @kristalliankka’s fantastic fic, an iterative approach! go check out the whole trilogy of works, they’re so incredibly good)
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okkotsusyuutas · 1 month ago
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SUNGHOON MAMA 2024 / They Dream
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elfcollector · 4 months ago
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DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS (2009) — developed by bioware.
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thenegoteator · 2 years ago
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—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-- 'One Art' by Elizabeth Bishop
you ever think about how after everything Ahsoka told Vader "I'm not leaving you" and it wasn't enough
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littlebirdy-bat · 6 months ago
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thinking about... unspoken "I love you"s with Jason
Rarely where those three words ever spoken aloud.
They came in soft touches, analysing eyes checking you over for injuries at the ends of a patrol. Shouldering your weight on the times you cant walk. Cause god knows you're too stubborn to let him carry you, even with a shot leg.
They came in a secure hand on the small of your back as he guides you through the crowds of yet another gala he was forced to attend. His hand inching lower reminding him that maybe the outfits you wore were worth the hours of socialites.
They came in the soft moments. Sliding through the window after another mission with the outlaws. Heart fluttering at the sight of you sleeping on his side of the bed, one of his shirts swallowing your frame. Quietly approaching, memorising ever detail and brushing stray hairs away from your face.
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