#I can get used to this :33

[sideswipesjetpack]

Thundercracker

^ based on this panel right here 😊

[lyxchen]

Okay so I said I was drawing a sangihun kiss and that I would hopefully finish and post it tonight. Well I didn't finish it and I also got distracted and started drawing another sangihun thing and I love the sketch so much that as an apology y'all are getting that now. But hey, I said I was gonna post a sangihun kiss tonight and technically I kinda did <3

Anyways, here it is:

Also the legs and feet at the bottom left are part of what I originally wanted to finish tonight :>

[chomfoolery]

today i came out to my mom as trans. i put it off for years because i didn’t think the conversation would ever go down okay. much to my surprise, it went well! this feels surreal, i'm so so happy!! i say this all to say, it gets better! i know things suck majorly right now but please know that it gets better!! hold on to joy where you can find it, youll be ok! things will be rough but please hold on and know things can get better :) <3

[sunsetcorvid]

imagine spending 33 years without bones and suddenly you're put into the body of a 50-something year-old man

look. hector fucked up big time but i don't think i'd wish that kind of shit on my worst enemy 😭

[madaqueue]

happy friday my loves!!!!!!!! today is the last day of my vacation (sobs) BUT it means i will hopefully have more time to write over the next few days before classes start again :3 AND!!!!!!!!!!!! i think i’m FINALLY starting to get the hsr combat !!!!!!!! i hope you all have a FAAAAABULOUS day!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and a wonderful weekend ahead!!!!!!!!!!! MWAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sticks-stones-sonic-insanity]

Found this old blazamy sketch from November that I never finished, so I touched it up a little!

They're so silly I love them sm <33

[copiawife]

it's just past midnight here SO pausing my hiatus for just a moment to say

happy copiablair two year anniversary!! i cannot believe we've been together for this long now!! this year has been pretty chaotic and has honestly been pretty hard for both of us. but it's comforting to know that we have can come home to each other at the end of the day. no matter what, he's mine and i'm his and that's all that matters. no matter what life has in store, i now we can take it on together <33 i couldn't have imagined when i first started listening to ghost that i would find my soulmate my one and only the love of my life but i wouldn't have it any other way now!! he's so charming without even trying, so entirely my type without me realizing i even had a type (i don't. it's just him. he's my type). there's something about seeing how he commands a stage, how he can be intimidating, and even kind of cocky, but that he's also so sweet, so silly, just so...him. it's always been so hard for me to put into words what he means to me, what our relationship means to me, and it's just because i don't feel like there's a vocabulary for what he means to me. what we mean to each other. i don't think i knew what home meant before him, because he's my home. finding him has changed my life, and i couldn't be happier.

i also want to take a moment to thank all of you, everyone who's been kind enough to send love our way, whether it was saying something sweet in the tags of a reblog, tagging me in things with him, or even just liking one of my gush posts, it means so much to me that i can share my love for him with you all. it can be so nerve-wracking for me, but i just want to thank everyone who's been so kind to me <3

and to copia, my love, my darling, my one and only. i couldn't be happier to be your wife. you light my life up and bring me more joy than i can express. i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you. here's to many more years with you, honey bun <3

art credits under the cut!

top left by @/magsatan

top right by @/retrojem

bottom left by @/h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt

bottom right by @/tulgeywould

copiatoni and linablair outfits by me ^^

[soupmanspeaks]

I think that the theory that Vanessa is an Afton kid is much funnier if you pair glammike alongside it because what do you mean the Freddie mercury bear is her brother, how did that happen

[dustykneed]

Hello! Random whipper snipper! Share a WIP of your work!

ooh, with pleasure. six the musical araleyn fanart? in the year 2k24? more likely than you think xDD

i realize this looks finished, but technically i'm still deciding whether to add a background or not lol. still, for the sake of sharing a proper WIP, here's a line or two from an araleyn brainworm WIP that i started reworking yesterday (mild tw for religious guilt and period-typical internalized homophobia from aragon's pov):

She remembers sharing her bed with Anne at Henry's behest, remembers the nights of tossing and turning and trying not to think about Anne asleep next to her-- remembers waking up to dark hair spilling across her pillow and the press of blood-warm bosoms against her own, softer than sin, as hot as the Devil, remembers lying still as death, mouthing prayers into the heat of Anne's neck like an act of penance.

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

chinese guzhuang fashion

[arson-09]

What if i learned how to make tiktoks and instagram reels purely to spread the pro tamlin agenda?? like i dont need another activity BUT-

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

chat i could probably take him-

[nebuladreamz]

MOM THE FUCKING DEMON POSSESSED ME AGAIN AND IT DIDN'T WANNA WORK ON ANIMATRONICS BANGS HEAD

Singles under the cut!

[madaqueue]

you will always live on in the hearts of those who loved you btw

[nicoandthepoets]

Were you able to go to the hairdresser?

Also how are you!!

Hiii!!

I'm doing alright I think!! Uni starts again on tuesday and I'm sooo glad I can be there again thank god, these 2 weeks at home were a bit too much lol

sooooo uhmm I decided I'm gonna try and call her when I'm at my dorm again bc then at least my parents won't hear me, and usually it's pretty quiet there. (Also I feel like I'm less scared there?? Bc lots of things are constantly happening so you don't really have time to think about it ig)

sooo I hope I can go next saturday or the week after, but I'm not even sure what I wanna do with my hair yet haha

How are youu??

[actual-changeling]

I know that Ellie eventually going to school is a pretty much universally accepted part of the world building, but I am itching to explore her trying to do so and simply being unable to do it.

The child abuse she went through at the hands of FEDRA was probably prolific and cruel, and her life was basically nothing but different kinds of "education" strung together, whether that's whatever they cobbled together for general education or the military training. Joel might know it was bad (cause it's fucking FEDRA), but the extend of her trauma is hard to gauge when you are not in a situation that triggers it.

Her academic trauma does not disappear outside of school, but unless Ellie is in a similar situation it simply won't be immediately obvious (speaking from experience). On top of that, David being a teacher does not help whatsoever.

-

Joel and Ellie agree on a first day of school, but they want to check out the building beforehand, just so they're both a bit more at peace. Ellie is somewhat excited but also scared, and the closer they get to the building, the quieter she becomes, just hanging onto Joel's hand and squeezing it until her knuckles turn white. He pulls her close, notices she is nervous, but he doesn't press and gets them inside. One of the handful of teachers, a woman about Joel's age (they're aware enough to not have it be a man, Silver Lake is a known topic), meets them at the door and shows them around.

Small classrooms with surprisingly comfortable looking wooden chairs (Ellie sees the pillows on them and her mind short-circuits), some old sofas and couches, armchairs, spacious desks and all kinds of posters and materials. There's an art room and it is the only time Ellie's grip on Joel loosens a tiny bit, the array of brushes, paints, and instruments fascinates her, but that moment passes as quickly as it came.

With every step they take, the teacher's voice blurs with Joel's and turns into white noise, her vision grows fuzzy and grey, and she has to keep blinking with fluttering lashes to not sway on her feet when the dissociation gets worse. Absently, her mind keeps cataloguing the floor plan, windows, doors, all exists she can make our and imagine, but by the end of the tour, she cannot remember anything past leaving their house this morning. Something tugs on her hand, and she blinks up at Joel, his gaze loaded with a question she didn't hear, and maybe ten weeks ago she would have pretended she had; she doesn't know.

Ellie doesn't even know why she is reacting like this, there are no specific memories popping up, nothing to fight back, just her mind and body slipping into a protective armor of static like they're pulling her into the fizzling TV in their living room.

"Ellie?"

The teacher's voice snaps her back to a pounding heart and a breath stuck in her lungs, and when she looks down at their clasped hands her nails have left marks in Joel's skin. She lets go at once, holding onto her wrists with her arms behind her back, and she still didn't hear the question. Every cell in her body is telling her to leave, pulling her toward the nearest exit, but she doesn't. There are memories flickering across her vision now, a decade of unjust, painful punishments and her body being pushed to its breaking point, and she decides the answer to that question is more important than whatever they had asked her.

"What do you do? For, like, punishment?"

Her voice is steadier than she is on her feet, so she rocks gently back and force to stop herself from swaying. Joel's gaze burns hot on her cheeks, but she keeps her eyes on the teacher, whose eyebrows are raised so high they disappear beneath her fringe.

"Punishment? We don't- there's not reason to punish forgotten homework or the like here, Ellie, it's supposed to be both fun and educational."

Something about the tone in her voice unsettles her, but the answer isn't satisfying, and she needs to know, needs to know the rules so she can follow them, because the art room looks like it might actually be fun to be in and she is so tired of dark lonely spaces and marks on her back; imagining the disappointed look on Joel's face when her teachers tell him about it is the worst of it all, though.

"What are the rules? When are the drills and what's the consequences for breaking the rules? Is there-" is there a hole, she wants to ask, but her breathing is fast and shallow, periphery dotted with dancing black spots, and she doesn't want to give them any ideas they didn't already have. Joel's hand lands on her back, right between her shoulder blades, and the warm weight his comforting without being oppressive, her breaths slowing just a smidge.

The woman with a name Ellie forgot is taller than Joel with the shoes she is wearing, and she she squats down, the look on her foreign face looks like a a finished puzzle, the final piece having snapped into place. Her features are rounded, soft, a stark contrast to the borderline malnourished and hardened look of pretty much every person around the QZ including her teachers, a few light-brown and grey strands escaping from her ponytail, and Ellie can't help but think that she looks - nice, non-threatening. School isn't supposed to be non-threatening, but this whole building is dripping with it, and it scares her to death; getting this ripped away from her as punishment will hurt even more than escaping packed, concrete classrooms.

"You grew up in a FEDRA school, right?" she asks, voice almost tender, and Ellie can only stare and nod while Joel rubs circles into her back.

"I heard stories about what it was like before I came here, horrible experiences no one should have to go through, especially not a child."

She sounds so much like Joel the comfort laced into her words manages to penetrate the static and soothe some of the panic, her eyes a bright hazel shade, not blue, and she keeps her distance even though she could easily get into Ellie's personal space

"Even before the outbreak, school wasn't like that, and it is definitely not like that here. There is no punishments, Ellie, no real rules or structure outside of general lesson plans, no consequences for not turning in work or being late. This is meant to provide some stability and education, give you a places to hang out with people your age, have some more people to connect with. If you don't want to be here, no one will force you."

Ellie doesn't cry. She doesn't. A deep breath and some determined blinking pull back the tears from her waterline and her chest aches with a vengeance when she thinks about how different it would have been here for her and Riley, how much better. Riley would still be alive. For a few minutes, they're all silent, allowing her to gather the scattered pieces of herself and glue them back together, and when she does, a tiny bit of the fear in her bones has made space for tentative excitement.

"I like the art room," she says quietly, feeling younger than she ever has, and a wave of something washes over all of them. "Do I- can I-"

"You can use it whenever you like, even outside of school hours, as long as you don't leave too much of a mess and use it responsibly."

Liliya, her brain finally provides, straightens her back again, and the lack of a last name during her introduction is probably part of what through her off. Ellie looks up at Joel, a muscle in his jaw ticking with suppressed anger, not at her, at FEDRA, she knows him well enough to realize that, and decides her question about The Hole is both best saved for another time and hopefully not relevant at all.

"Okay," Ellie responds, pressing herself back against Joel and melting when his arm protectively wraps around her shoulders, "I'll give it a try."

Over the relief rushing through her hairs, she barely hears the details the adults next to her discuss, happy to bury her face in Joel's shirt without shame, and she manages to shake off the last wisps of static clinging to her. Maybe this will work out for her, maybe it won't, maybe all she will use are the art supplies, but when they are lead back to the entrance, more than ready to go home, Liliya gives her a smile, eyes crinkling. For the first time in her life, Ellie smiles back at a teacher simply because she wants to, and the hopeful excitement sprouting in her chest is enough to tell her that she will be right on time for her first class on Monday.