#I can interpret it however I want

[atelierlili]

“…Your Katniss looks black.”

You better choose your next words very fucking carefully or I will block you. I try to be charitable, but I’ve read some of the most disgusting comments, I’ve been harassed and spammed, because people have an issue on my Katniss’ skintone that my patience is very thin.

In the books, the people of the Seam are poc who have been discriminated against by the wealthy fair-skinned Merchant class for their skintone. They are an allegory for the minorities who suffer the most through the systemic oppression of the government. Katniss is most likely a descendant of one, if not all, racial minorities (African American, Latin American, Asian American, Indigenous etc) in Appalachia.

Suzanne says her skintone is olive. Here is a bowl of olives.

I do whatever the fuck I want.

If you like my art great. Don’t like my Katniss’ skintone? Keep it to yourself or watch your wording very carefully. I don’t want to hear it.

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[churchyaoi]

been thinking about these two a lot lately

[nell0-0]

Doomed by the narrative

[birrdies]

you awake?

some art for a boat boys au im working on… its hard to describe what exactly it is, but its based on the show ‘WAYNE’ if any of you have seen it.

Joel lost count of the days once they passed D.C. He should’ve kept a book or something—hell, he could’ve found a sharpie and scrawled some tallies on his palm— but it was hard track of time when all you really wanted was to outrun it. But as the sun set, slivers of a dreary dusk streaming in the windows, Joel was trapped in it. But this time, he didn’t mind so much.

Etho’s head was a dead weight on his shoulder. The rumble of the car engine kept lulling the both of them to sleep, but Joel fought. Just in case. Just to count the breaths against his collarbone. Those, he could count. Passing days didn’t matter anymore— this did. Here and now, the road ahead of them, did.

[sysig]

How far did you get? (Patreon)

[gelatinzz]

pi ,, thumbs up. i love pi actually, what a creature, what a silly. go watch the pi day jacknjwllify video NOW

[your-unfriendlyghost]

“All brawn no brains-”

Uh oh, Steve’s in trouble…

Honestly I just wanted to draw Darry lifting anyone in the gang like that because I saw a pose ref (I ended up mixing a bunch of refs so I’m not linking it here, it’s vastly different) and thought it was funny in like an…idk sad wet cat kinda way. I was gonna draw Dally being the sad-wet-cat- we’ve already established that I think shoving him is funny, so this isn’t a stretch-but Steve is the one who canonically pissed Darry off, so it fit best for it to be him I guess.

also lookit it’s my first time drawing Darry! Now I’ve officially drawn the whole gang, although admittedly the only drawing of Ponyboy that I’ve posted has him covering his face lol. Don’t worry, I’ll post a nicer drawing of him eventually…

[mostlyihyperfixate]

Can't believe Phoenix thinks it's appropriate to passive aggressively drop hints that he wants Miles to send him more flowers in the middle of a murder trial

a man is dead, boys; I think this can wait

[the-galactic-catt]

some nekotalia duos as pictures of cats i found on pinterest, except i can't draw animals (fml)

[squinkoblinko]

the mii obsession grows you have no idea

[superk1ss]

Screams cries and throws up.. i was in a rush finishing this also ive added both my watermarks YAY

[piiinkfreak]

They are besties who sometimes kiss eachother, nothing out of the ordinary here

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[yardsards]

do people who have listened to taz balance but not graduation Know that it was HEAVILY IMPLIED that lup and barry eventually adopted a lil sorcerer child who got disowned by his family for his natural necromancy magic, and they taught him how to use his powers for good and were overall great parents that he looks back on fondly

(and said child grew up to be a dimension-hopping lich, caretaker of the dead, and very sweet adoptive father of a major npc)

[crystalliumdaisy]

something about that desert

[neybulous]

☔️ This weather is so gloomy. May I light up your day ? ☔️