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hi dad,
ok i know ur not -really- my dad lmao just let me cope. i lost mine, so you're stuck with that title now. anyway. i just felt like telling you how great things seem to be going for me rn (fuck i hope i don't curse it). i've been a fan for a long ass time, but i got into the GO fandom only last year, and in just a few months i feel like i've gotten so much better, both mental health wise and creatively. i'm a neat little bundle of depression, anxiety, autiADHD, BPD, and cPTSD. isn't that lovely haha. but hey, i'm also a writer. a poet. an artist. and a helluva burned out musician. BUT. ever since i've been hanging out here, i've been writing SO much more, i've been doing fanfics, and so many cool poems, and improving my writing skills so much. i started drawing again after like 2 years of not touching a goddamn pencil, and i just bought some paint and a canvas bc i wanna get back into painting again like i used to when i was younger. and also through reading other GO fics, i've felt inspired to play piano again, which was a great deal to me a few years back. and it's awesome to feel that spark again.
Good Omens has meant a lot to me since i first read it around 2015. but now more than ever because there's a whole community i can share stuff about it with and it feels great. i recently lost a close group of friends, one of my best friends to suicide, and well. my irl dad. and i've been feeling hella lonely for a long time. but i feel like i've been gaining that sense of community again through good omens. and i can't tell you enough how much it means to me. so, idk. i guess i wanted to say thanks for that. and also for being so supportive of trans/queer people. it means the world to me. so. thanks dad. ily
I'm just glad I'm helping.
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Light into the Darkness (Bill Skarsgard! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (18+) (70s AU)
Chapter 1
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Summary : Life didn't turn out how you had imagined it to be. After a drunken breakdown you call into the void for help, begging someone to hear you, to come for you. And he comes from the beyond.
Warning: 18+, Reader is depressed, reader has plethora of insecurities, she's passively suicidal, she's in her thirties (for some of you that's a warning I guess), when I say alternate universe i mean it
Note: I know Step out of line isn't finished yet but I had inspiration and wanted to post it.
Dull and Meaningless.
If you had to describe your life in two simple words that would be it.
It was meaningless, breathing in and out everyday with no real sense of purpose. At thirty two women your age had everything they dreamt of, a husband, children, family, if they didn't have all that then they had a career, something fulfilling, something that made them stand out. The world was changing, especially in the wake of the 70s—liberation, progress, disco, dreams burning bright under the New York city lights.
You on the other hand? You had nothing. Absolutely nothing in your name. If you disappear tomorrow you don't think anyone will come looking for you.
Last time a man looked your way was four years ago. Adam. He was someone you once thought you could have a future with, but then he found someone worthy of him, someone more educated, more sophisticated, more elegant than you could ever dream of being.
You had spent two years with him, on the first date itself you knew he didn't belong in your world. He was an artist, he was cultured, he only listened to Sinatra, he had travelled all around the world, been around the beauty this world had to offer, you never really understood what he saw in you but you let yourself dream. Dream of a life you were never meant to have.
When he left he didn't leave with a goodbye, all you found was a letter on your doorstep. Written in plain, clear words that you'd understand that he had fallen in love with another.
You are so simple. That's what he always said to you, never felt like a compliment, that's exactly why he left at the end, he found someone interesting.
“Go home dear it's late” Mr. Rogers said to you, pulling you out of your thoughts. He was the owner of the record store you worked at, he was a kind old gentleman in his sixties, he was the only person who ever saw you as someone who wasn't a complete failure in life or maybe he just felt pity for you.
A ten minute walk from the store brought you to the apartment building where you lived.
The apartment was a reflection of you, cold, sad, dead from the inside.
A cheap place that you could barely afford, the space smelled of rotten wood and worn carpets. You flicked the switch to get rid of the darkness the moment you opened the door but light didn't engulf you.
You forgot to pay the electricity bill, it was the last day today. You had been drowning so deep in the bottomless pit of your loneliness that you had forgotten.
“Goddamn” you cursed under your breath as you walked into the dark space, trying to look for a candle in the drawer of the dresser. As you found some you lit enough of them to evade the eeriness.
You took one to the bathroom as you sat down in the bathtub, soaking in the cold water, pouring yourself a glass of wine that turned into two and then more. Before you'd be too delirious to even get up you forced yourself to step out of the tub, putting on a night dress you entered your room. And then it suddenly hit, the quiet, the loneliness of it all. How truly, deeply, pathetic you felt.
All of it came crashing down on you, you collapsed on the carpet in the bedroom, shedding those tears you had been bottling up for days.
You cried and cried like you had always done, you cried for the girl that never got to be the woman she wanted to be, you had dreams but the older you got, the farther you swept away from fulfilling those dreams.
You had nothing now, not even the luxury of youth, no reason for men to even look your way twice now.
“No one will ever look at me again” you whispered as the tears streamed down your cheeks.
“Please.. someone..hear me..anyone..anything” you murmured between the broken cries, you had no clue who you were calling to, not a single part of you reached for god anymore. If he exited you wouldn't be in such pain all the time.
“I'm so lonely..come to me..please come”
You murmured as you laid down on the carpet, feeling pathetic and disgusted by what you had become. The silence around the house prickled your skin, the sound of your sobs were the only thing that echoed.
“I need you”
You whispered before your eyes drifted off, feeling the weight of the exhaustion you had felt all day, every day, for years.
And then you had a dream.
You dreamt of a man, he wasn't Adam—he was someone you had never seen before. He was haunting, ethereal, and he was making love to you. No that wasn't right, he wasn't just making love, he was devouring you.
Your eyes fluttered open as you awakened from the dream, completely soaked in sweat.
A dream ofcourse, a man like that wouldn't be making love to you in real life. You looked around the room as your eyes adjusted to the dim light, some of the candles had extinguished, some still fighting with their last breath.
But that wasn’t what caught your attention. You sat up immediately, your heart racing in confusion. You didn’t remember getting off the carpet or getting on the bed. Sure you were drunk, yes, but not so much that you wouldn’t remember moving.
That's when you saw it.
A loud shrill scream escaped your throat as you saw the shadow lingering in the corner of the room. It stood there in the dark corner. Tall. Imposing.
Even as you screamed he didn’t flinch, he didn't move.
He stood still as a rock, just outside the reach of the candlelight, his presence thick and wrong in a way your mind couldn’t quite process.
You scooted backwards in terror across the bed until your back hit the wooden headboard, heart hammering in your chest, every cell in your body screaming danger.
You had closed the door, you had locked the windows like you always did. Then how did he get in? What was he going to do? Is this how you were going to die? it would be befitting you thought, ending as just another victim in the crime corner of the New York post tomorrow, a meaningless end of a meaningless life
Your mouth opened again as you tried to scream, hoping that perhaps your neighbour would hear them but the sound caught in your throat when he finally stepped forward.
Slowly. Deliberately.
The candlelight trembled with his movements as if it feared him as well, casting flickering shadows across his face. Pale skin, sharp cheekbones, black hair tousled around his forehead . His eyes were dark and endless. They weren’t the eyes of a man. They were the eyes of someone who had experienced what it felt like to die.
“Please get out..I won't call police..i won't tell them anything..just please take whatever you want and go” You cried between your tears, fear almost made you wet the bed in desperation.
You had never been in a situation like this, you didn't know what to say or do, you always thought that when it would be your turn to go you would die with ease, you won't complain, you won't resist but every inch of you was fighting to survive now.
As he stepped closer, his tall frame looked down upon your cowering form.
And that's when you saw the resemblance. The man from the dream..he looked exactly like him.
“Who are you?” You built the courage to speak again so he took a deep breath, the kind that seemed to come from deep within his chest, the kind that made you feel as if he didn't have the luxury of breathing until now.
“Fear not beautiful, you called for me”
You looked at him in a mixture of surprise and fear. His deep guttural voice sent shivers down your spine.
“What are you talking about?” you asked in confusion.
“You opened the door for me” he answered.
“No i didn't”
“You did. Your cries, your sorrow, your pain, you spoke into the void. Are you truly baffled that it answered?’
Your tears clung to your lashes as he continued to speak, the more he said, the crazier you felt. Were you finally losing it? You still didn't know if it was real or not. Maybe this was a dream still, maybe you drank much more than you remembered.
“It's not real..it's not real..it's not real”
You murmured under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut, hoping everything would be back to normal once you open them but a soft gasp escaped your throat as he only got closer to the bed, standing at the edge of it now.
That's when you saw him clearly. And you wished you hadn't. Because until then he was just a monster in the shadows.
He was draped in black from head to toe. Not the kind of black you saw every day, not the kind you loved but something older, light didn't reflect off the blackness, that's how dark it was. His long coat hung from his shoulders, tailored perfectly to his broad, tall frame. Underneath the coat he wore a dark, silk shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse of his pale chest. The material clung to him like it had been stitched by hand, it seemed old and vintage, nothing you'd see hanging in a random shop.
His trousers were fitted to his long legs, worn leather boots that looked centuries old.
You dared to look into his eyes and he stared right into your soul. His green irises hypnotised you, they were pulling you in deeper into a world other than your own. His face, god his face was carved in a way that made you want to lose your mind, he wasn't just handsome like a model or a movie star, he was breathtaking in every possible way.
And as he stood at the edge of your bed, his presence filled the room like a shadow, consuming everything in its wake.
His scent now lingered in every inch of your room, the old wooden smell replaced with the aroma of his intoxicating sweet musk, you couldn't really make out what he smelled like, all you could think was how divine it felt to your senses.
Clutching onto the blanket to your chest you just stared at him, as if that would make him disappear.
“You can't be real .. please” you murmured, that's when he began to walk around the bed to reach the side where you had shrunken yourself to.
“No no ..no please..” you pleaded in fear but he didn't stop moving.
“Shhhh.. I'm not going to hurt you, not in the way you fear” he spoke, his voice soft but also unnerving as if he was pulling you into a sense of false security.
“I felt you, I heard you, I came for you and now you're scared of me?” he asked.
“I didn't mean anything..i was drunk..I swear I was drunk” he let out a chuckle as you said that.
“Drunken words are more honest than the sober ones. That's what they used to say, pardon me if the meaning has changed now” he said as he brought his hand up to touch your cheek, you wanted to step away from it but his touch felt like a balm on all the wounds you carried.
“I don't understand..what are you?” you asked, your voice still trembling.
“Used to be your kind, not anymore, haven't been for a long time”
“You're a ghost?”
“Ghosts are a fragment trapped in time..I'm your salvation and perhaps you're mine”
He said as he stepped away from you. A strange sadness flashing across his face.
“I didn't mean it..I was just crying.. people cry and say things all the time” you said to him, your voice getting a little louder now that your heart had stopped hammering in your chest.
“They do and it's true but I only heard you. Your pain, your sorrow, they touched me, they awakened me from the depths of the earth”
“And What do you want?” you asked so he smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, he straightened himself as he walked away from you, the candlelight followed him around, flickering in whatever direction he moved to as if they were enchanted by his presence too.
He turned to look at you, his eyes boring deep into your soul.
“You. Entirety of you. You brought me back into this world, now you will take care of me as I do you. You will keep me sated here as I do you. You will keep me alive. Keep me from fading back into the darkness”
His voice was like music to your ears, words melting like honey, he spoke to you like a lover, like a man who desired you. And you felt absolutely manic. Your own desperation made you want to slap yourself.
“And if I refuse?” You dared to ask even though a part of you feared he'd lunge at you for questioning him. Another part wanted him to do it.
“Then I disappear. You’ll wake tomorrow with an aching head and a foggy memory. You’ll blame the wine. You’ll wonder if you dreamed of me. But you’ll never see me again. Back to your good old life” he answered.
Your old life. The one that made you so desperate that you summoned an entity you didn't even understand yet.
“Are you a demon?”
“A demon wouldn't be asking for permission love.. he'd just take” he said softly, his voice like a lullaby “I need you warm and willing, I want to feed off your pain, fill my soul with the ache you carry”
Your eyes welled up again but not with fear this time.
“Why me? I didn't mean to summon you-”
You asked, the question carried several different meanings, you felt so worthless that you didn't understand why an ethereal being or whatever he was would want to do anything with you.
“But you did,” he cut you off gently, his tone never cruel “You wanted someone to see you. Someone to hold you. I came for the woman who never got to bloom the way she deserved to be, it resonates with me, your loneliness”
You choked on a breath. No one had ever spoken to you like this. Not even Adam.
He stepped closer, and your body tensed, but not from fear. From the pull. The unholy, magnetic force drawing you to him, to the unknown. He placed his knee at the edge of the bed before he leaned to cup your cheeks between his palms, his touch somehow freezing cold but it filled you with warmth.
You shivered as his thumb brushed over your lips.
“You can say no if you wish to. I will not haunt you” he whispered.
He was giving you a choice while speaking to you in that voice, while touching you in ways you hadn't been touched in years..or ever.
“And if I say yes?” You asked, your lips trembling beneath his touch. His eyes darkened at the question.
“Then you pay the price.. pay the price for my existence in your world” you gulped as he said that.
“You want my soul?”
A chuckle escaped him as you said that.
“Again. I am not a demon but if you want to keep me tethered to this realm I do need a sacrifice from you sweet girl. A willing one”
He whispered, his thumb caressing your skin, wiping those tears away from your cheeks.
The room was thick with an eerie tension. Every part of you screamed to run, to deny this madness and return to your bleak reality, but as his cold fingers lingered on your skin, a strange sense of calm washed over you. The confusion, the fear, the loneliness, all of it seemed to melt away in his presence.
For the first time in years, someone, something, was seeing you, not as a failure, but as something more. You felt wanted , needed, desired. Someone needed you in ways nobody else did. And this felt like a sin, you didn't even know who he was or what he was. Maybe he was just a demon lulling you in with a false sense of safety but at that moment you didn't care.
You wanted to sin, you wanted to sin with him. You wanted to pay the price, you didn't want to be alone anymore.
“What do you want? What price do I have to pay for you?” you whispered, his mouth lingered over your lips as he spoke. His scent, his eyes, his words, his aura, everything intoxicated you.
“Oh you're going to be so good for me, won't you?” he murmured against your mouth.
You nodded, not sure what that even meant, feeling the weight of his words settle deep inside you.
A promise. A bargain.
“Tell me what you want”
You asked again. His answer awakened you from the haze but only for a moment.
“Blood” he spoke tenderly.
He wasn't an ancient being.
“You'll feed me your blood, in turn I'll give you everything you could possibly want from this life”
He was a vampire, the one you had awakened from a long, deep, cursed sleep.
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Taglist @mariaenchanted @malenoradgn
#eric draven x female reader#eric draven x reader smut#eric draven x reader fluff#eric draven x reader angst#bill skarsgård eric draven#bill skarsgard#alternate universe
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We only need a few rich people
And we need zero billionaires
The "need" in society to have rich people running around is mostly for entertainment value.
Let's say someone who earns $20 million a year due to some really popular product she invented and maybe some smart investments.
This person will never be a billionaire
BUT she will be a fun person to have around on some dumb TV show
"Oh yeah I bought myself a second yacht this year 😅. They're kind of a guilty pleasure of mine so I thought I'd splurge"
She's not rich enough to get around paying her taxes, which means she's probably giving 10-15 million a year or more straight to the government as taxes.
Now, she's paying the people who build the yacht, keeping them in business. They hire tradespeople and artists to make her ship nice, and those people go on to further stimulate the economy by spending the paychecks they earned building her yacht
She buys houses, clothes, cars, puts her kids through expensive classes, and sets aside a little nest egg so she can retire in comfort and her kids can go to school
That's not so bad. She's probably on TV shows talking about how fun it is being rich and everything. Maybe she gives some money to charity and people kinda wanna be like her.
You know what we don't need?
Someone rich enough to, instead of buying a car, buys the entire car manufacturer
We don't need someone who has enough money to stop paying their taxes and then pretend they still do.
We don't need someone who can spend a million dollars in a day and have it replaced that same day.
Spending money SHOULD hurt. Or make you feel SOMETHING.
If you're collecting money so goddamn fast that you literally can't spend it fast enough to ever see your bank account go down, we don't fucking need you.
If you're collecting that much money, your bank account should just be a wide open door where people can rob you all they want because you won't even notice anyway.
Are you a billionaire reading this? Give me ten million dollars and I'll think about shutting up. I won't, but I'll think about it.
You're gonna have to give ten million to every other person reading this though cuz they're probably not gonna shut up either.
You know what? Actually it'd probably just be easier to PAY YOUR DAMN TAXES. That would get a lot of us to shut up.
Try it. You might like it
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islanders' data and anecdotes if they were honest:
SEASON 1
❝ main character ❞ she's the only one that makes any sense
❝ allegra ❞ 24, swansea, cocktail entrepreneur, the public loves to hate her
❝ erikah ❞ 20, norwich, jobbing actor, she changes, every guy will be the love of her life until a new guy comes around
❝ jen ❞ 22, london, fashion blogger, the equivalent of a piece of paper until she couples up with someone for clout
❝ talia ❞ 23, watford, music journalist, she's the only one everyone agrees is the best person here
❝ jake wilson ❞ 29, preston, chef, chicken shit that waits way too long to say something
❝ mason❞ 24, romford, musician and underwear model, if "this could've been an email" was a person
❝ miles ❞ 22, glasgow, carpenter, not interesting enough to remember. also tattoo
❝ tim ❞ 23, truro, dj, alright, we'll allow it
❝ jasper ❞ 26, kingston, financial advisor, straight to the bin
❝ levi ❞ 26, manchester, professional water polo player, sock balls
❝ rohan ❞ 23, wolverhampton, psychology student, he joined the villa and that's pretty close to the circus. also, see "injustice"
❝ cherry❞ 20, suffolk, west end performer, try hard
❝ reese taylor ❞ 22, birmingham, newsagent by day, professional wrestler at weekends, revolting lack of personality
❝ sammi ❞ 22, london, graphic designer and artist, the definition of 'wasted potential"
❝ lucy ❞ 25, bristol, “adventurer”, *snake sounds*
❝ returning miles ❞ 22, glasgow, carpenter, we still don't care
❝ returning jasper ❞ 22, kingston, financial advisor, at least we found out he has a pet snake
SEASON 2
❝ hope ❞ 26, london, brand ambassador, '‘voted “most likely to be the center of the drama because she puts herself there"
❝ lottie ❞ 24, melbourne, makeup artist, i have one personality trait and that's all you're gonna get
❝ main character ❞ she should change her name to 'girl #5'
❝ hannah ❞ 21, st. albans, social media assistant, she went home really soon because she was so shy, we're sure that's not gonna bite anyone in the face
❝ marisol ❞ 24, portsmouth, law student, talks too much/says nothing at all
❝ gary rennell ❞ 23, chatham, crane operator, SLUT
❝ noah ❞ 25, romford, librarian, QUIET SLUT
❝ rocco ❞ 21, belfast, owns a “cocktails and cronuts” food truck, LYING SLUT
❝ ibrahim ❞ 22, birmingham, gold player, SHY SLUT
❝ bobby mckenzie ❞ 24/26, glasgow, hospital caterer, does impressions and bakes some stuff
❝ priya ❞ 29, manchester, estate agent, should've noticed she's bi during the fucking season
❝ henrik ❞ 23, isle of wight, climbing and wilderness survival instructor, shiny and dumb/smooth brain/nothing behind those eyes
❝ lucas koh ❞ 27, oxford, physiotherapist, yes
❝ chelsea ❞ 23, buckinghamshire, interior decorator, there's pink and there's champagne
❝ jakub zabinski ❞ 25, rochdale, personal trainer and fitness model, real life mutant ninja turtle but like white
❝ elijah ❞ 26, watford, hairdresser and model, he's there and then he's not
❝ felix ❞ 21, rotherham, nightclub promoter, annoying little cousin that grows up to be the annoying little virgin at the club
❝ kassam ❞ 26, new castle, techno dj, if you blink you might miss him
❝ graham ❞ 23, devon, commercial fisherman, ginger thanos
❝ arjun ❞ 24, norwich, dog groomer and influencer, "where's my hug?" kind of guy
❝ carl ❞ 29, dublin, tech entrepreneur, he's almost learning how not to sound like a robot
❝ shannon ❞ 24, dublin, professional poker player, "you'll forgive how annoying she can be because of her body"tactics, players, poker analogies all the time"
❝ blake ❞ 22, kensington, if you blink you won't miss her because she's so goddamn annoying
❝ elisa ❞ 22, london, social media influencer, the human form of a gear shift because of all the blame she shifts
❝ jo ❞ 23, cheshire, bmx racer, was here for only three days and it was still too long
❝ returning henrik ❞ 23, isle of wight, climbing and wilderness survival instructor, absolutely not the same person and it gets worse
❝ returning lucas ❞ 27, oxford, still a physiotherapist, "toxic fucks"
❝ returning hannah ❞ now 22, st. albans, she resented lottie so much she became her
#litg#litg s2#litg season 2#litg s1#litg season 1#litg bobby#litg lucas#litg gary#litg priya#litg talia#litg jake#litg rohan#too many to tag#love island the game
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it's a Wheeler!
for literally no goddamn reason, have an assortment of Wheelers from various adaptations and depictions ...that aren't John R. Neill's art or Return to Oz stuff, everyone already knows those, haha.
...well ok except this one from the endpaper of Ozma of Oz because it's new to me, at least, and the gutenberg.org copy doesn't have it.
what a dang dork, bless. glad he and Tik-Tok set aside their differences to watch the race.
Illustration
from 1976 Polish edition of Ozma of Oz with art by Zbigniew Rychlicki, via Reddit:


these lads are so stylish and their oversized heads are pretty freaky, dang.
a very 17th century Wheeler from 1970 Japanese edition of Ozma of Oz, art by Sonoko Arai, via Hungry Tiger Talk:

a dang goofy Wheeler by Vlada Stolikovich, 1976. also via Hungry Tiger Talk:

anyway, fuck, um, everything else is under a cut because this post ended up a bit too long oops.
something I have a hard time finding information on beyond that what I assume to be a Korean translation (?) of an Indonesian edition (???) of Ozma of Oz with 3D CGI illustrations. would be fun to see if there's more images within. not a damn clue who made these illustrations, either.
gosh those Wheelers. dunno what the artist was going for but there's a bit of a renaissance vibe. what if this was an animated thing? on that note...
Animated adaptations
the 1987 direct-to-video short Dorothy Meets Ozma of Oz has uh. these fuckers. seemingly there's only two. probably because of low animation budget, lol.
well, I say there's two, but it's just one design with a palette swap one has blonde hair and pink coat, the other has black hair and orange coat or something. also it's not evident from the screenshots but these dorks have long, pretty eyelashes and GAWD the voice acting is. well. hear for yourselves.
one of my favourite moments is Ozma turning up, saying "Enough." and bonking a Wheeler on the head with her scepter. here's the time stamp.
oh yeah I'm sure a bunch of folks have seen the Wheelers as seen in Oz Kids courtesy of this post. they appear in the episode Who Stole Santa. (and no it wasn't the Wheelers, obviously, they're just here to be annoying and trying to prevent the characters from taking a specific path.)
the guy in purple, who I'm calling Squeky Wheel, looks a lot like the Wheeler in this Ozma of Oz chapter art by John R. Neill. poor guy got walloped pretty hard.

anyway only Squeaky talks while his two buddies remain silent. these guys are such pushovers and the kids aren't scared of them at all.
Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz (2017-2020) has these little bobble-headed goobers.
can't say I'm crazy about how they look but their characterization as reckless speedsters is a fun one. in one episode they even make friends with Tin Man after he replaces a busted wheel.
Ozu no Mahotsukai (オズの魔法使い, 1986-1987) has a... very strange interpretation of the Wheelers, but then, the series does play fast and loose with the source material as it is, which I don't mind! an adaptation doing something fun with the source material adds an element of unpredictability which I like... so, I'm not terribly surprised by how much they deviate from the book descriptions.
they wouldn't look too out of place in the B.C. comic strip.

and this segues perfectly to...
Comics
the Marvel comic adaptation of Ozma of Oz by Eric Shanower (writer) and Skottie Young (artist) probably has some of my fav depictions of the Wheelers, and I really like this variant cover (I believe it's by Eric Shanower?)

these guys are utterly freaky but also dang silly. watching these fucked up abominations bumble around defuses the terror.
there he go
so, there's the ones I've seen so far. if there's more that you know of, SEND THEM TO ME I NEED THEM SO BAD HELP
edit: OK there were some earlier Wheeler things I forgot about!


this Japanese edition has these kinda menacing looking Wheelers. I like the Osamu Tezuka influence here.
another Japanese version also covered by Hungry Tiger Talk with more robotic looking, super evil looking Wheelers, lol.

also as far as illustration, there's this old Italian edition of Ozma of Oz.
not exactly the most menacing looking Wheeler but he does have a fancy embroidered jacket.
and Billina has an adorable bonnet!
anyway that's all for now, at least.
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the passenger princess playlists

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, probably ooc, self-indulgent because we have fun here, author's taste in music is utter shit 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」
↳ ft. these stupid parasites that keep infecting my brain aka bruce wayne,clark kent, jason todd, tim drake, and stephanie brown
author's note: THEY ARE THE PASSENGER PRINCESS!!!! WHY???? because if i projected my music taste on the reader insert we would have many issues. im not THAT self indulgent w/ my stuff i say, posting hcs of character's music tastes based on my own

you decide that it's time to show how much you trust them.
"hey," you mutter, eyes still on the road, fingers absentmindedly drumming on the wheel. "...you can have the aux cord, by the way."
▸ BRUCE doesn't even take it at first. he usually prefers to drive in complete silence himself, so he lets you handle the music. he's pretty nonchalant about what you play, indifferent to most music as long as it doesn't make his ears bleed.
the first time he takes the offer and plays something he personally enjoys, it's pretty straightforward: his main genres are classical, jazz, and dad rock. like... a lot of dad rock. he can read the room er, car?? well enough to know that the classical and jazz songs he listens to aren't exactly driving playlist material. and yes something in the way by nirvana will be played battison i fucking love you
BRUCE's songs include: ♡ she sells sanctuary by the cult ♡ something in the way by nirvana ♡ 1979 by the smashing pumpkins
▸ CLARK is more than happy to share his music! he's always been excited to hear whatever you jam out to and is pretty open to different genres. he definitely finds favorites of his that match the energy of your car playlists. doesn't wanna play anything that's too much of a bummer though, mainly because driving with you has such good vibes!!! he can't ruin that :( unless your in some sorta mood to be upset. then he's got some stuff aka a lot of elliot smith and jeff buckley
he finds a lot to love in all sorts of genres. it's a mix of stuff that he grew up listening to with his parents, stuff that he found on his own from artists he enjoys, and stuff you introduced him to. his music taste is just a mosaic of love for the people around him.
CLARK's songs include: ♡ it's been a long, long time by harry james and his orchestra ♡ cupid by sam cooke ♡ real love baby by father john misty
▸ if there's someone who's going to criticize music without sharing his full music taste? it's JASON. he's actually not mean but he'll make comments which give the impression that he thinks he'd be better with the aux. like bro ask for the aux normally. REMIND HIM WHO'S HOLDING THE WHEEL. YOU BETTER PRAY THAT THE VOTERS ARE IN YOUR FAVOUR WHEN WE DRIVE INTO THIS TELEPHONE POLE
when you give him the aux privileges he's secretly overjoyed. he likes a lot of different genres, rock, metal, indie rock, some punk... but don't ruin his mood by pointing out his music taste is vaguely inspired by bruce's. or make fun of him for listening to sleep token. obviously he likes listening to chill music too— but for a drive? it's gotta be loud and fast. secretly gets happy when you like the songs he plays. the validation gives him a quiet sort of joy.
JASON's songs include: ♡ knives out by radiohead ♡ goddamn these hands by the taxpayers ♡ custer by slipknot
▸ TIM is pretentious about music, but he doesn't intend to be. he's proud of his taste to the point where he's beyond spotify wrapped and stats.fm. i firmly believe he's made his own software to track the music he's listening to and it's thorough. that being said, he really doesn't mind listening to your music. he likes giving recommendations based off of the songs you play in the car.
tim adores branching out into different genres, and the more obscure it is, the more he likes it. given, he's also into some pretty known and loved bands. car seat headrest. radiohead. slaughter beach, dog. the minute you hand him the aux, he's trying to put you on his favourites. a lot of indie. like... so much indie. and midwest emo... american football WILL be played. he also unfortunately cannot hide his love for the pinkerton album.
TIM's songs include: ♡ never meant by american football ♡ oh! starving by car seat headrest ♡ tragic girl by weezer
▸ STEPHANIE is so cool. i've seen swiftie headcanons but guys... pop punk princess stephanie brown is too real. pop punk, alternative rock, riot grrrl— all that stuff. probably got aux privileges before you even gave her permission, she just started queuing up her songs with yours.
when she gets full control, she already has a playlist ready for the drive. it's kind of all over the place, but the vibes are great. you will go from mommy long legs to chappell roan and then to whatever recession pop artist she's into that week. steph is also a big fan of evanescence, kittie, and hole. those in specific are heavily headcanon-y but i feel like she'd appreciate them.
STEPHANIE's songs include: ♡ misery business by paramore ♡ cherry scented by jack off jill ♡ gimmie brains by bratmobile
▸ what are you listening to? you don't know but CASS seems happy at least. when you gave her aux privileges, she didn't really know what to do. she ended up just picking her favourite songs out of your usual playlists.
eventually, she gets excited by the prospect of sharing what she usually listens to and it's... something. so here's the thing: she listens to a lot of ambient noise. like, things that people usually sleep to. you once drove around for half an hour listening to nothing but the noises of rustling leaves and chirping birds through your speakers. and she was happy.
she listens to a lot of music where there's not a lot of lyrics most of the time, but tends to listen to some of stephanie's music as well— usually the more mellow side.
CASS' songs include: ♡ relaxing tranquil day in the forest by nature sounds ♡ healing ritual by whatever, dad ♡ to violet by adrianne lenker
part two... potentially??? lmk which character's you'd want ^_^

— reblogs always appreciated!

#dc#dc comics#dc x reader#dc x you#batman#superman#red hood#red robin#spoiler dc#black bat#bruce wayne#clark kent#jason todd#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#x reader#I WANTED TO ADD SO MANY MORE CHARACTERS AAUWGHWH
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[*Note: I don't follow this blog but rather just search the username whenever I wanna get my fix so this response is being sent in kinda late into the conversation]
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"There’s this idea going around that criticizing fan works is inherently bad because the fandom artists worked sooooo hard on it for free and it’s rubbing me the wrong way. Don’t get me wrong, I agree we shouldn’t bully and harass fic authors and need to keep our criticism constructive, but if we swear off ANY negativity towards fics whatsoever no one will get better which is especially bad for those who write fics prepare for writing novels."
Okay, but what makes you or any other nonprofessional fanfic critiquer think you know how to effectively critique/constructive criticism? What makes you think your unprofessional advice (or more often then not, judgment) would actually approve the writers skill?
Critique exists to do the following:
Build up the subject by focusing on solutions, not break it down by just mention faults or personal grievances without any way to fix them.
To help the WRITER improve their work into what THEY want it to be, not what YOU would prefer it to be.
And by criticizing the hobbist work of writers who aren't looking to improve but to just have fun, you aren't actually doing anything of vaule. You're just being a jerk who thinks they're special enough to cast judgment on free hobbist work and essentially telling people "well, Susan, I know the cookies you brought to this book club were something you did for fun and that I don't have to eat if them if I don't want to, but they could really be improved. Maybe less chocolate chips next time, m'kay?" and then patting yourself on the back for it.
And when writers do ask for criticism, never once have I seen a critisizer openly admit "hey, I never been taught on how to give unbiased and proper critique, so take this with a grain a salt, but here's what I think you could improve on and how you could go about improving it" they always just assume that anything they have to say is worth saying and that they never need to tell writers how to improve just that they need to. Even if their whole critique is just the story not being what they wanted it to be and basically telling the writer to stop writing what to write and to instead write what the critiquer wants.
I can count on half a hand how many fic critiquers I have both seen around and personally interacted with who were good enough at what they do to put their own wants and biases aside to help the writer achieve their own goals and improvement separate from their (critiquer's) own preferences.
Also OP, you seeing critique as something negative people are trying to swear off rather then as something neutral or even positive tells me you most likely aren't good at giving critique and should tell you why most writers don't care critiquers in general in the fandomsphere. Because again, critique is suppose to aim to build up and improve a work, not tear it down. If you or anyone else are being negative in your critique, it isn't really critique, it's complaining dressed up in spiffy suit. If you can't deliver critique in a neutral or even positive way, then you shouldn't be critiquing because you're building anything up but rather just trying to tear it down.
TLDR; fan critiquers tend to be shit at critique and fail to actually critique and rather just complain and that is why writers don't really care for any of your bullshit. Also, it's a hobby that is never going to be anything more then a hobby for that vast majority of us anyways do critique is fundamentally useless to us. Let us bake our goddamn cookies (write) in peace, you don't eat (read) them if you don't like and won't appreciate them for what they are.
Posting as a response to a previous problem.
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It's me again, that person, and I'm going to talk about this man again.
Music Meister, specifically the one seen in the Speed Force comics, because goddamn it, this man is the most interesting character in it.
Something I have to mention right of the bat:
Music Meister is a massive control freak. You put him in charge of a project and he will take over completely. If he sees an opportunity, he's going to go get things rolling because he wants it to and if it crashes, it's because he's determined the project is no longer viable.
He loves control and the type of control he's able to exert on people is honestly extreme and absolute. The DC universe is lucky he's not remotely interested in world domination and JUST wants to start musicals to make people steal for him. Personally I take his mind control powers be telepathic in nature (this might be blindingly obvious and you're likely going "Well yes duh?", but I've never seen it mentioned ANYWHERE?) In my mind, he's a telepath, but he's only able to connect to people when he sings high enough. To me, that explains how he's able to what he does. It might not obvious with the original Meister, but I'm certain it applies to Speed Force Meister.
That man is in your brain and he can do everything to it. Just to touch on the TB&TB cartoon, Meister's level of control is shown to be absolute and limit of people he can control at the same time is realistically, in the billions. The only downside his powers has, is it seems likely his mobility becomes limited once he's in control of that many people. The power suit he wears isn't for show, it's likely to help him move?
Now, where do we start? Oh, I know.
This man is RIDICULOUS, I don't know if you noticed? This the scientists he has Mas y Menos abduct. They're really stylish, the colors are clean, cool. Black, white and red, you can't go wrong with these. 10/10.
They're also wearing headphones with cat ears. Presumably because Meister has to look at them the whole day and that makes them adorable to him. I wouldn't be surprised if he calls them his "little kittens". This actually brings up a few other points:
Mas y Menos and Superboy's suits and the uniforms, they are Meister's creations, not Mad Mod's despite the fact he's a designer.
Mod seems to be in charge of how their day-to-day clothes look and so on. I imagine Meister would start running after him while making aggressive cello noises if he starts messing Mas' suit.
Creating/manipulating clothes is a subset of Meister's powers. The TB&TB Meister has this power too and is able to change them at will.
I always thought it's really funny that Meister just even remakes Superboy's jacket in the next issue. Like, the second you stop thinking about the artist drawing this, you have to realize Meister went and MADE that for him.
Just imagine them getting back to the HQ? Fiddle says he wants to humiliate whoever Meister captures, but he never gets to because Meister is fussing over Superboy and his jacket.
Fiddler: I- Meister: No. Mine. Fiddler: But- Meister: -warning shriek-
(Also, what are Lex and Superman doing? Meister basically took control of him on live tv. Batman, Meister is in charge of music app, STOP HIM.)
Another point is Symphonee's logo.
Symphonee was originally Fiddler's idea. We see him build it, we see him teach himself how to build apps. He meets Mod on the during a Stagg course and they join forces. It's cute, we see them working together! We also see Symphonee's logo getting made.
Now, we see it's Mod who designs it.
The thing is, Symphonee's logo looks just like Meister's symbol. It's what his powers look like when they manifest.
Now, if Symphonee was Meister's idea, there wouldn't be anything really weird about this. But it's Fiddler's. Fiddler thought up the app. Mod supposedly designed the logo, by himself.
Mod is friends with Meister, as he says later in a flashback, so he could just be thinking music logo=music note. I personally think Meister and Mod are lairmates and he's likely sitting in on all their chats, likely not THAT interested in it and just gives Mod an idea. He's not interested until Mod mentions the one thing thing Meister loves more than music and mind control. Money. (Do you think he like the letter m too? Does he get kick out of alliteration? Is that why he likes Mod? Music Meister, Mad Mod?) Most of the Meister's we've seen so far love money. TB&TB Meister: Temporarily takes over the world to make the world's biggest musical so he can make the world's population steal for him.
Batwheels' Meister: Robbing a bank. (And stealing voices.)
Speed Force Meister: In charge of an music app that makes money.
Pride Meister: I think he really just wants to perform Phantom of the Opera, but he would most likely rob all the rich people there.
Harley Quinn's Meister: I don't know anything about him, besides the fact he's a very aggressive therapist, BUT I need to point out the fact wears red, a color Meisters' REALLY like and appears fond of money, going by the gold chain. (And he still has shades!)
Anyway.
MONEY. Meister loves money. That's actually what makes him so odd. He LOVES money. That's what brings him fully into Symphonee. We see how they all meet in the Key Code club in a flashback.
But here's the thing. Both Meister and Mod come off as rather manipulative here. Mod defers to Fiddler as the boss while Meister just announces Fiddler is the CEO.
This might not set off alarm bells, but it should. He's not really deferring to Fiddler as the leader. He is giving Fiddler that position because Meister already considers himself the leader of Symphonee.
It has his symbol after all. If Batman showed up and saw it, he'd bypass Fiddler completely and go right for Meister, because clearly, this all Meister's doing.
I've mentioned this elsewhere, but I'd worried if Meister's going LA LA LA at me. Meister is likely pushing Fiddler to through with Symphonee here be HE wants part of the money it brings in. Fiddler is the one who first mentions injecting his own hypnosis powers into the app, but Meister follows it up instantly and positions himself as the one in charge of brainwashing people, neatly pushing Fiddler's own powers out of the way.
"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of everything. I'll take charge of everything. Everything. You just look nice and stand in front of the cameras..."
And Mod is in on this. I think Meister and Mod are genuinely very good friends. To me, the background of this panel reads as "Yes, mate! I see what you're doing and I agree. Let's hijack this operation!"
Something the comic likes to do is position Meister behind Fiddler because he's the actual mastermind behind everything and is basically in charge of Symphonee.
He's usurping everything Fiddler has, even his color and style.
The first we actually see of him is, of course, this
It's really similar to Fiddler clothes.
Meister's original colors are dark purple and bright/pale greens. He wears them in the comic before Symphonee starts and after he loses control of Mas y Menos and Superboy (because he sees the project has having reached the end.)
I've said this before, but I can't get over how he's so completely usurping Fiddler's place. He's so fucking diabolical and I love him.
One thing I personally love is most of the comic series goes out of its way to obscure Meister's face and it really does a lot make sure his eyes are seen as little as possible.
And it's really obsessively doing it for the most part. The flashback to the Key Code club really beats you over the head with the idea his face shouldn't really be seen without something obscuring it or his eyes.
And like, he could have worn his shades there, but he's specifically not wearing them. The chibi version of him has shades, but that's the red ones, which go with his green set.
He wears another pair in issue 5-6.
We don't see TB&TB Meister's eyes all and I like to think it's just one of those "things" now where his eyes have to remain unseen.
Pride Meister funnily enough has a panel where his eyes fully visible, but his mouth is obscured. (I'll never get over how fucking furious he looks, I love him.)
On a side note, I think Speed Force Meister has such an odd smile? It's very flat and sinister.
Something I've mentioned both here and elsewhere is Meister instantly goes 'Weeeell that was nice run' after he loses control of Mas y Menos and Superboy. He goes back to his original colors right away. I like to imagine Mod having to stop him and has him by his coat tails and is just screaming 'think of the money! We can still get the money!' while dragging him backwards. Meanwhile, Meister's playing Subnautica's "Abandon Ship" at full volume. To him this is over.
Funny enough, it is Mod who eventually says they're abandoning Symphonee and Fiddler in the end.
I love this comic. Ignore the super teenagers. It's all really about poor old Fiddler trying to prove himself and getting betrayed by his two friends who are most likely villainous soulmates.
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the end of wha ch 62 is loadbearing for my heart. essay under the cut
if you like what i do, you can tip me on kofi so i can keep drawing deer & gay people. all of my art will always be available for free but i do unfortunately need to feed myself also
my favorite part of wha by kamome shirahama is a very small insignificant addendum in ch 62. i talk about it constantly but have never written abt it. it's the one w/ the fire deer
i have a super weird relationship w/ art. i started drawing when i was like old enough to know what colors were. i used to make money freelancing thru commissions which i promo'd thru the fanart i drew. people knew abt me bc i was good at ace attorney men & i could afford food + nice things on occasion because of it. i worked way below min wage bc i'd rather drive myself into the ground than dare to assert that my art was worth more than 20usd + had many part time retail jobs. i unfortunately know a lot about selling myself abt best times to post for traction etc it was always for money
i am trying to repair my relationship w/ art bc it's something i just want to enjoy again. i'm super utilitarian about media i like it has to be meaningful or beautiful bc i refuse to sit around & watch junk food shows all day. wha is one of those things where i like it bc it is all these
62's addendum starts w/ a joke abt haha funny the gay artist freak has a deadline. gets up pulls back & does very small things that are just having a life outside of making shit. it takes presumably the whole day & there's another joke that goes like this
off the cuff makes a comment about well this ambiguous deadline isn't going away but it's not "we're fucked forever" it's "i don't have time to do other shit"
sits up, looks outside, some dumb gay shit about wondering what the kids are up to. mind begins to wander & naturally it settles on something that is so clearly a flashback to something traumatizing that his body physically reacts. next couple of lines are like this
the deadline doesn't fucking matter because i'm very sick. something very sweet about kids not fully realizing how they're traumatized that i'm not qualified to talk about even though i work w/ traumatized kids. he gets up & goes outside again
here's like my favorite goddamn page in the entire thing & also the reference i used for this thing

one of the girls asks him why he made this. he sort of struggles to answer but because he's talking to a child he is taking care of so there's not really space to go "hey i am traumatized & this is helping me"
a doodle is insane for something so like ostentatious which is super funny. like those artists who post mona lisas & go "quick fun doodle :)". maybe he's gay coz only gay artists will do shit like this
the end of 62 is "i guess there is good that comes even when nothing good comes to mind" & then some lofty shit abt childhood innocence. the last panel is this
which is something that people send to me a lot bc wow that's so you!
this is all to say that i live my life like this. i get my shitty body rocked by flashbacks especially after being abused on & off for 22 years. the things that have been working for me have been sleeping for more than 2 hrs & also trying to kill the part of me that instinctively goes "i don't have time to sleep"
my ch 62 moment started because i was running to the er after an urgent care nurse went "oh yeah dude the months long debilitating migraines probably are not good". complained a lot about how i didn't have time to be in pain bc i was putting together stuff for a zine fair. i had to uber there coz it was so unbearably painful despite being loaded tf up on painkillers. the guy who drove me looked exactly like my abuser there was a song playing that was named after the place where i was abused. he was very sweet but i did relive in vivid detail the moments where my abuser drove me to the er for migraines. this one was different coz i wasn't sitting in the passenger's seat or being antagonized for lying
it was very bad. i got home & collapsed instantly. i woke up & went yeah ok fuck it i need to do something cool that goes hard but i had to wait coz of deadlines
i met my deadline. the fair went great despite running on 2 hrs of sleep & i got consigned coz of a zine i wrote in a single day while in a state of complete delirium. i stumbled over the word consignment when i was given the paper at the distro. now i'm having my fun trauma doodle which i tried very hard to rationalize as good practice or i'm studying or i'm going to make this into a print. i think it's just nice
a sign that i'm getting better is that i've let stories move me again. this was the first time i realized that. i hope to god it is not the last
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Blue Period vol 17 post because I wanna talk about Blue Period vol 17
とくになし組
It's so adorable how everyone sees through Yatora's puppy crush on Mori (that isn't really a crush in that sense, but it's cute to call it that because he immediately turns into a puppy)
does is kinemi-chan gay
I mean she keeps blushing at girls (but she's also just very emotional, so)
good Yuka face out of context
another one (plus Yatora being a terrible actor, how did he spend so much of his youth partying and also working as a host for a bit and he can still barely fake a convincing smile)
Mori is so goddamn cute i am crying
big fan of how tiny this girl is
I don't know you but I already love you (just a manga full of great characters)
how is she like always framed as both a sexy temptress and a terrible drunk who smells at the same time
uugh, I love this part, extremely offended by the thought that he might be into Mori because she's like an angel to him (he does say "kami" but I think in English "angel" describes her position in his mind better than "god")
Yuka's not impressed
one thing I found weird: musing about "Untitled" (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) but not mentioning AIDS, that strikes me as an important part (even if it may not be important to the story here)
I love how his world falls apart because he's a big baby (god she's so cute)
"being amazing is not enough to become an artist"
Kind of funny to me that this is how Yatora realizes he's idealized her so much when she's also just a person living her own life. I guess you could say maybe Yatora is actually really in denial about his crush that he's made less scary by putting her on such a high pedestal, but I think Yuka's "as long as she exist he can go on" when they haven't even meet in 3 years and the way the entire art club basically says he's "the amazing one" points more to him choosing not to see her as a regular person because she's the reason he even got interested in art, like she's more a symbol to him at this point. Makes me really curious how their works for the group exhibition will go because it feels like they're basically making something for each other
Bonus: "Got more kinks now" I forgive her straightness because she's freaky about it (enlightened)
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Goddamn all of you lovely Good Omens artists are fucking incredible do you know that? And I don't just mean the skill and talent and range you all possess in drawing cute adorable comics all the way to renaissance masterpieces because I won't be able to shut up if I start talking about that.
No, I mean who you are as PEOPLE.
You are all absolutely wonderful. Every single piece relays the refreshing and comforting views and opinions you have as well as your kindness. Drawing Aziraphale chubby and big but as well as soft and sexy and desirable and magnificently ETHEREAL. It has made me love my belly and thighs. It's made me view them as adorable and cute. The utter ADORATION you have for Crowley's nose. I went from despising mine (which is slightly crooked) to flaunting it and being PROUD of it. Because, guess what? ITS FUCKING CUTE.
As a result of all the love you all show towards these characters and the traits that society would call "unattractive", the ones that people should be ASHAMED about and try to hide, I have genuinely started to love my body. Traits that would cause me to feel inferior and pathetic are now causing me to feel giddy and affectionate towards myself. Went from "ew" and "uhhgg" to "tehe" and "eee" every time I look in the mirror.
If there's anyone that feels that their art isn't being appreciated, therefore that means they aren't good enough, I want to remind you that there's probably a person out there somewhere, too shy to like and reblog, who accidentally stumbled upon it and now has a smile on their face. There could also be another individual at a different corner of the planet who comes back to your art when they feel down and need some comfort and happiness, their confidence receiving a momentanious boost, and to be reminded how lovable and worthy they are.
And what's even more amazing is how we don't have this revelation: "My body/face is ugly, but I love it anyway." NO!! It has the "My body is a body. I'm human. There's no such thing as an ugly body. " And that's so so so so important.
People always talk about how Good Omens completely warps your view of gender and sexuality and makes you realise how abstract they both are. But it also has that effect for bodies and facial features.
Changing your opinion and feelings on something doesn't usually happen in the blink of an eye like they depict it in the movies where the characters have this memorable dramatic revelation. In real life, it happens gradually. Because we're human, and we need time to process things. So the Good Omens artists doing this to so so so many of us is incredible because they pop up these gorgeous pieces of art constantly. Over and over and over and over, and it's such a breath of fresh air and freedom from being suffocated by the media and society everywhere you go. And I say this with 100% seriousness, Good Omens has some of the most wonderful people in its fandom.
#artist appreciation#same applies for the writers#yall are incredible#artist appreciation post#im gonna ignore the rats on my chest that im only seconds away from ripping off with a paper clip#good omens#goodomens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#artist#artists on tumblr#fan art#good omens art#good omens fanart#drawing#art#body posititivity#body dysmorphia#fat positive#fat positivity#confidence
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yeonjun x model reader? pleading him to not mark u up since you have a shoot the next day but he just can’t help it ! :,( making the makeup artist work extra hard tomorrow..
oh my god i love it sm...
yeonjun x model reader
warnings: nsfw, gn!reader, switch!yeonjun, switch!reader, makeout session, marking, dry humping, cumming in pants (both of you)
!!nsfw under the cut, minors dni!!
"god, you look so pretty..." he says between the wet kisses he leaves on your neck, as he pushes you into the wall, right in the middle of the corridor full of wardrobes.
"hey, calm down, we're in the goddamn- fuck..." you can't help the little noise you let out when you feel him starting to suck on your neck. you immidiately push him away. "don't." you say firmly, looking him in the eyes. "i have a shoot tomorrow too. i definitely don't need my makeup artist to have any extra work, so no marking. understood?"
"'m sorry, you just look so beautiful... can we go to your wardrobe?" he asks hopefully. "please, just- i need you so bad right now." he practically begs you. he's acting so desperate for you and you haven't even did anything yet. you sigh as you remember that's exactly what happened the last time he visited you after your shoot.
you take his hand in yours, leading him to your private wardrobe. soon you're pressing him into the wardrobe's door, your lips on his. you're literally exploring each other's mouth, because it can't be called kissing anymore...
it's rough, hot and desperate, full of tongue, saliva and yeonjun's small whimpers. soon you catch him on your neck again, but it started oh so innocently at your face, as he was leaving gentle kisses on your chin, cheeks and along your jaw line.
he starts to suck on your neck again, he knows exactly how to do it in the most pleasureable way for you... you just can't force yourself to stop him. "yeonjun..." you whisper and he knows exactly what you mean, but just decides to ignore it.
in the next hours minutes you both just keep on kissing, but also leaving hickeys all over yours necks. now he's sitting on your lap after he pushed you on the small sofa here.
soon your positions changed again, now you sitting on his lap, grinding yourself. at first it was slow, just a small addition to your makeout session. then it was starting to get as desperate as your kissing, now grinding hardly against his hard cock, standing painfully in his jeans. you both keep on moaning as quiet as you can, getting yourself off until you cum in your pants...
but the next day is worse when you're getting scolded by your makeup artist. she asking if she didn't told you enough times already to try to not get any marks in easily visible places. you're a model and should treat your job seriously. you really need to control yourself... and your boyfriend that just loves you too much to leave your skin without any marks.
#yeonjun hard thoughts#yeonjun hard hours#yeonjun x reader#yeonjun x male reader#yeonjun smut#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#txt smut#elise✨️
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So he really just accuses anyone who disagrees with him of being a white person talking over black people and poc, huh?
copying their reblog, as i cannot reblog it directly.
"Holy assumptions, Batman!
Wow okay so hi, I've never had anyone lose their goddamn marbles over something that wasn't supposed to be hostile or anything. This is going to be my only post on things in an ATTEMPT to clear shit up for other people (minus Salem because it's clear that you have some issues and you're determined to paint me a villain based on lies and assumptions). I don't care enough for this to be a back and forth thing but I am NOT gonna sit here and have some rando label me as a pissed off racist white person when that couldn't be further from the truth.
Fwiw the original response was on Salem's like, black art comparisons between actual POC artists and white people. I'm not taking whole screenshots, Salem blocked me within maybe minutes of me posting my comment and then went on his whole tirade I guess. I understand why you use that weird filter on shit now I guess, you're just looking to take shit out of context and twist things into something they're not.
Anyways

This? This just read unnecessarily ugly and I said so. I want to state that I didn't see comments of people getting pissy/hurt or patting themselves unnecessarily on the back but also I only looked at direct comments and not tags or reblogs so idk how folks acted over everything. But hell maybe he blocked those people too idk how blocking works here I've never been blocked and then had someone spreading lies about me before. Or he was making shit up because that's what he's doing to me.
The biggest thing I had to say:
I'M NOT FUCKING WHITE!!!
I AM LATIN AMERICAN!!!
MY PEOPLE ARE LITERALLY BEING PUT IN FUCKING CONCENTRATION CAMPS AND SHIT JUST FOR EXISTING IN THE U.S. DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT WHITE PRIVILEGE OR WHATEVER BULLSHIT. MY PEOPLE ARE ACTIVELY BEING PERSECUTED.
Maybe I didn't word shit right, idk, but nah, sorry man, on a post about drawing black people, going "idk why white people are wanting to be congratulated like they're children for doing something basic" does come across as hostile or aggressive or at the very least, kind of mean-spirited. Sorry, I know from experience that you don't talk down to white people if you want to see changed behaviors. Literally was all I was saying.
You wanna see change you gotta tell people they're doing a good job when you see it. Not "Lol why should I say anything positive you should have had this from the beginning!"
ALSO
I have NO fucking clue what you're talking about with the block evading shit. I have not and WOULD not use racist remarks on anyone! I literally only saw this response because someone linked me off-site to your post and I wasn't signed in to tumblr. When I tried using the app it told me the post didn't exist so I knew I'd been blocked. As you can see I had to use a throw away account to address anything because it's REAL easy to call someone a racist white person when they can't even see your shit.
I am not white.
I did not call you racist against white people.
I SURE AS SHIT did not "block evade" (already this is too much effort but you accusing me of this pissed me off) to call you racist things.
Either you're full of shit or someone else came after you, but it was not me. But with how you reacted and went absolutely nuclear even if you turned around and said it must have been someone else I would not believe you.
Sucks because I genuinely loved your art and it gave me better body positivity too.
And before you try to use whatever other lies you can- i am also queer and disabled! In case you start trying to call me some other bullshit like claim I used homophobic or transphobic slurs or something against you next. 🙄
Anyways, I'm done. I just wanted to set the record straight but I'm not going to argue all day with a toxic kid whose using their platform to make shit up when there's REAL. ACTUAL. issues of white people talking over POC and all the other shit you bitch about.
This is public on the platform and that's all I care about. Peace."
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Okay, okay, okaaaayy, fluff/crack idea, because you're my inspiration, you cheeky bastard 🤌
The husbandos just spending some lazy morning together, enjoying their time mostly just cuddling and exchanging small, sweet kisses. It was peaceful, quiet, until their penthouse neighbours got... Loud, if you know what I mean 😏. Reader completely annoyed by the disturbing noise in the morning just put on a displeased face, eyebrows furrowed, a full on resting bitch face with intention of murder in his eyes to then say that he just might go and actually murder somebody. Adam reacting with a laugh and simply daring the reader to do so, reader replying with: "Darling, do you want to see me in shuckles? Cause after I'm done, I'm definitely going to jail" and Adam just: "Oh, no no no no, I take that back, who am I supposed to kiss every morning if you go to jail? Your picture?" and reader saying: "You could kiss the glass in the jail during visit times".
Love ya 💁🏻♂️🤩

Fucking love ya too u idiot, also love being ur muse bc fuck yeah, being the inspiration for an artist feels fucking great whoop whoop
Cuffed Up
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

The two of you had been up for at least an hour by now but neither of you wanted to leave the bed. It was one of those lazy mornings that you and Adam loved so much, there was nowhere else for you to be today and Adam only had band practice in the evening which left plenty of time for cuddles and kisses.
You were laying on top of Adam, your head was positioned on his chest, perfect to listen to his calm heartbeat, his hands were on your ass and his wings covered both of your bodies like a soft blanket. You were simply enjoying each other's presence in peace.
At least until your neighbors decided that having morning sex loud enough for all of heaven to hear was a fucking good idea.
You lifted your head and glared at the wall that was letting the noises come through to disturb you. “What the fuck?” you mumbled, these motherfuckers had just managed to ruin your entire mood within seconds. The headboard of their bed was steadily bumping against the wall, making the entire thing even more annoying. Who the fuck was having sex at fucking 9am? Apparently those bastards of neighbors you had.
Fucking great.
“I swear if that bitch doesn't quiet down I'll head over to their apartment and stab both of them until they're fucking silent,” you grumbled with furrowed brows and a clearly displeased look on your face. The fucking audacity to disturb you and your husband at such an early time. Adam simply shot you a sharp grin as he petted your hair in order to calm you down a little and commented, “Y’know, I think you should fucking do that.”
That caused your attention to shift from the wall to Adam and you playfully raised an eyebrow at him, “Darlin’,” you breathed as you leaned in closely, your lips were almost touching his yet they stayed far away enough not to, “You wanna see me in fucking cuffs? ‘Cuz after I'm done with their fucking horny asses I'll be definitely going to jail.”
Adam weighted his opinions for a moment before he responded, “Oh hell fucking nah, while you would look absolutely fucking delicious in cuffs, I need my fucking morning kisses ‘n’ who am I supposed to kiss every fucking morning when your murderous ass is rotting in jail? Your goddamn pictures?” You simply looked down at him with a smug look on your face, “You could kiss the glass in jail during visit times.”
Adam made quick work of moving his hands from your ass to your neck and pulling you down into a heated kiss. His lips were eager to claim yours and it didn't take him long to involve his tongue. A small surprised moan escaped you and it bled into the kiss. When you pulled away just the slightest bit to catch your breath he overconfidently hissed, “The only fucking thing my lips will kiss is your fucking skin.”
His wings shoved you off of him, causing you to land next to Adam on your back. The first man was on top of you in an instant and as if to prove his words his lips started to caress your jaw, your neck, your cheeks and lips turning you into a whining and moaning mess for him.
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You know what do you think of hanza cancelling her own comic that is the guy upstairs? Like for me,I really really hope she's okay. And I know blacklightjack(he make a video about this) and the line he says about artists need to grow a thicker skin is just. I'm sorry like,look I get what he's saying but hanza have to cancel the comic because of toxic shippers. Sure,you can just ignore them and pretend they don't exist but they will still still still annoy you and h*rass you to the point you can't take it anymore and have to cancel the comic because of the whole goddamn toxic fanbase.
(as a Malaysian myself,I need to say this,I really hope hanza is alright. And in my language saya harap dia dapat bantuan Dan menjaga kesihatan sendiri)
So...
sigh I feel like this isn't the answer or essay you expected but I hope you're open to at least hearing it out all the same.
I do not think Hanza handled the situation in a way that benefitted her as a creator or her audience of people who genuinely love her work.
I DO think she was justified to be pissed off with the people harassing her. Those people suck ass and they're the definition of "this is why we can't have nice things."
But like... the notion of "you need to grow thicker skin" is true in being a creator who puts their work out into the world for an audience. Hear me out, this does NOT mean "creators aren't allowed to have feelings". But it does mean that you have to find peace with the fact that there are gonna be weirdos and assholes who take shit too far within your community. You don't necessarily deserve that. But you can't give those people power over you by going scorched earth in the way that Hanza did, because who does it really benefit? Hanza is now out a job and she's soiled her own reputation with her audience by basically going "FINE, because of these few people who were shit, NO ONE gets to have a good time!" And that's just... not a productive or healthy way to deal with these issues because it's just doing what those trolls and shitheads likely wanted. They wanted a reaction out of her, and she delivered it to them on a silver platter.
Like, I think of the dumbasses complaining about Hanza "taking advantage of the dark romance community" (she didn't, she just made a horror thriller comic that they felt entitled to see romance in) and guess what? Now those dumbasses have power over here because she ended the comic and in their heads, I'm sure they're thinking "good riddance". By choosing to not only end her comic, but spoil it entirely for her fans who were there in good faith, Hanza gave power to the people who weren't even a part of her target audience to begin with.
I do think it's ironic if people assume I'd automatically boo the "grow thicker skin" mantra because like, y'all... many of my complaints here are literally about people like Rachel who behave badly with their audience and desperately needed to grow thicker skin. In a lot of ways she's not even reacting to direct harassers, she's reacting to people simply discussing her comic in their own spaces which aren't mean for her. If she spoiled the ending of LO for her fans and ended the comic prematurely, I would feel awful, but... it still would have been her decision at the end of the day that she'd have to stand by and take responsibility for.
I think, at best, if I were to give her any unsolicited advice, she should have just put the comic on hiatus, taken a break, focused on her mental health and given herself enough distance to ask herself if she wanted to continue TGU. Maybe it still would have ended the same way, but at least she would have given herself the time and space to heal and rationalize her choices.
Instead, by choosing the nuclear option of spoiling the series for her readers and axing the comic - just to backpedal and go back to "no no it's just an indefinite hiatus!" - she gave up her power to the people who were harassing her. She reacted in a way that gave them power over her, not herself over them.
And I say this as someone who's currently on an indefinite hiatus with their main project, which I still have not spoiled for the 5 readers I have, despite the fact that I have zero clue when I'll return or if I'll even be able to. Whether or not Cyra and co. break out of the Reaper Society is now a 2 year old question.
I say this all as someone who has been harassed and is still harassed for doing what I wanna do. My first ever webcomic website when I was like 17 used to get emails and comments from shitty classmates and other local yokels who knew of me and wanted to pick fights over a teenager's dumb lil' gag comics. I kept making those comics anyways for myself and for the people who did like reading them, until I was ready to drop the comic on my own terms and move onto my next project, which would be Reaper. Reaper also got a lot of nonsense complaints and harassment. As did my fanfiction projects, as did my digital art, as did everything that I've ever put out into the world through the Internet, because the Internet just sucks for everyone always and then you die 🤣
And now, 10+ years later, I get the occasional "you're a shitty talentless person who isn't gonna amount to anything and yaddayaddayadda" which, to be fair, is a reaction from the folks who are unhappy with my intentions to make a Lore Olympus rewrite comic!
But I'm not going to give them power over me by stopping. I have a story I want to tell and if I stopped telling that story due to the shitty things they had to say and do, then I would be punishing myself and punishing my audience for the actions of a few bad apples. I do not deserve to have those abusive actions targeted at me (though they surely do and that's on them) and I do not have to put up with it, but I genuinely would not be able to live with myself if I gave them power over me by reacting in such an explosive way that my bloody remains land on everyone around me, including the people who were supportive and loved my work along the way.
That said, I also don't know to what extent Hanza was harassed. I've seen people claim she was doxxed, but have yet to see any evidence of that. I have seen people claim she got death threats, but Hanza hasn't shown anything to back that up. I'm going to assume the best of her that the harassment must have gotten pretty fucking bad for her to want to quit, and again, that is justified, and I cannot in any way use my experiences as a way to diminish hers. Maybe she just flat out isn't interested in making TGU anymore which... I can definitely say I relate to that, too.
There's this sort of mindfulness technique in stress and emotional management where you have to recognize that other people's actions are NOT your responsibility, but your REACTION is, because your reaction is what you can control and have power over.
Rachel Smythe finished LO in spite of what wackjobs like me said (and still say) about her and she has power in that perseverance, power that wackjobs like me cannot and *should* not try to take away from her.
mongie decided Webtoons was not suited for her work and vision and decided to put the comic on hiatus until she could get her distribution rights back and continue Let's Play on another platform. She has power in that decision and integrity, power that Webtoons cannot take away from her.
Whether or not you like my work, whatever opinion you have of it that you're entitled to, I have power in knowing that I started a project that I now love dearly and can take pride in, and has brought closure to people like me who were left disappointed by LO. I have power in that stubbornness and refusal to let other people determine what I'm capable of.
Even if you remove the external influence of the audience from the picture, we all have power as creators that we need to harness and take ownership in.
By going nuclear and spoiling her comic for her audience and ending it entirely, Hanza may have gotten the short term satisfaction of turning the school bus around to go back home, but she still disrespected herself and robbed herself of her own power as a creator which will ultimately stick with her far more than it will the harassers who will inevitably move on to some other target and forget she even existed. And that's a decision that she has to live with.
The harassers got under Hanza's skin and gave her more than enough reason to feel frustrated. But they did not choose to spoil and end the comic. She did. And she is ultimately the only one who will have to live with the consequences of that.
I do hope she's okay and that she's getting the time and space she needs to heal from this. If this truly is the outcome that she feels gives her the most power and the ends justified the means for her, I hope she found strength in it, regardless of the opinions of people like myself that ultimately should not matter to her. I hope the people harassing her get what's coming for them whether it be actually getting called out or just the universe delivering karmic retribution on them. I hope Hanza can find joy and peace again either in TGU or whatever project she pursues next. But most importantly, I hope she finds the confidence and power she needs to stick to her guns and create what she wants to create, unapologetically.
"Growing thicker skin" doesn't mean we as creators have to be comfortable with abuse - it just means we need to do ourselves the honor and favor of making decisions that give ourselves power rather than giving it away to the abusers who do not have to live our lives at the end of it all.
And that is my very big bag of cents on that.
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Posting a compilation of responses to Fandom Problem #6020.
Anon:
If you want representation, create your own story Fandom is not activism
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Anon:
Except you people almost never racebend white characters. You racebend other minorities. You racebend anime characters with Japanese names who live in Japan and speak Japanese and have their whole family live in Japan with Japanese names and speak Japanese and claim that the original character was "white." You take characters who are half-black, half-white and say they "aren't black enough" and make them completely black, racebending the white parent ONLY for the sake of racebending their kid. You racebend half-black, half-Asian characters for the same reason, they "aren't black enough." The overwhelming majority of people who complain about racebending don't care about a character's race, they're pointing out YOU'RE ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY DOING THIS TO CHARACTERS WHO ARE OTHER MINORITIES, WHO DESERVE REPRESENTATION TOO, WHILE SLAPPING IRL PEOPLE WHO MATCH THE DESCRIPTION OF THE ORIGINAL CHARACTER IN THE FACE!!!!!!!!!
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Anon:
I am pretty sure that modern fandom was not created specifically by POC. It was created by majorly women who were really into Star Track, completely unrelated to any skin colour any of them might have had
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Anon:
“BLACKWASHING IS DONE WITH RESPECT AND LOVE FOR A CHARACTER AND THEIR FANDOM.” No, it’s done out of hatred of white people. If you really loved this character, you’d love him or her as a white person. If you can’t love a white character, you are racist.
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Anon:
Re: every single moronic anon screaming "BlAcKwAsHiNg IsN't ReAl YoU'rE jUsT rAcIsT, aNyOnE wHo SaYs AnYtHiNg BaD aBoUt RaCeSwApS oF bLaCk ChArAcTeRs Is RaCiSt! RaCiSt!! RaCiSt!!!": On twitter right now people are throwing a fit over official splatoon art of Marina having a slightly lighter shade of brown than normal. Again. AGAIN. AGAIN!! Miss me with this fucking bullshit! You clowns have said this for a decade now and EVERYONE can see right through you! Every time some artist draws a brown character one hexcode lighter because GOD FORBID ANY OF YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT LIGHTING EXISTS OR THAT MAYBE PEOPLE WANT TO EXPERIMENT WITH DIFFERENT SHADES, there's a goddamn TIDAL WAVE of THE STUPIDEST, MOST HATEFUL PEOPLE YOU'LL EVER MEET screaming MUH RACISM at the top of their lungs. Harassing artists minding their own goddamn business (ESPECIALLY if they're from Japan!). Smugly taking the art and darkening with that utterly insufferable "Heh, I fixed it :)))" passive-aggressive attitude. Don't you sit there and fucking lie to me, you little shit. I've been on this hellsite since 2012. I've seen every single one of these """whitewashing""" controversies you neanderthals start and every single one of them has accomplished nothing except drive people away, piss them off, or inspired them to make ACTUAL Whitewashed art to show you what Whitewashing actually looks like and also to MOCK YOU. This is not pissing on my leg and telling me it's rain, this is grabbing ten of your buddies, telling them chug a gallon of water, circle around me, whip out your cocks, shower me in gold and then casually mock me for not taking an umbrella because "oh man it's so stormy out :)" Also Japanese twitter has had enough of your shit and they're criticizing you for acting this way and then shamelessly redrawing their characters as being black and acting like that's how they're """supposed""" to be because Asians just aren't """POC""" enough for you. Don't ever call anyone a "Colonizer" again, because that kind of shit is GENUINE Colonizer mindset because you self-righteous shitheads disrespect other cultures and can't leave people the fuck alone. THAT is why people get mad at you. It's not racism. It's NEVER been racism; it's because you're all insufferable twits who harass everyone around you over NOTHING and then have the GALL to be FLAGRANT HYPOCRITES ABOUT IT with an obvious double standard! Build a bridge and get the FUCK over yourselves!
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(Mod note: I'm unsure if this was intended as an independent submission or a response to the same problem, I'm assuming it's a response due to the timing and am posting as such.)
Anon:
One thing I find EXTREMELY odd about a fandom I am in surrounding an anime I like is the racewashing/blackwashing art, now I'm not gonna get into my opinions on racewashing because wether you support it or not you have to admit what I'm about to say seems really dodgy In this anime there are multiple main characters of mixed race, majority of them being half european half japanese, I'm not sure how much representation of mixed people there are in anime but I can only really think of 3 anime where there are main mixed race characters, most of them only having 1 or 2 mixed race characters, but the anime I am talking about has about 4 mixed race main characters For some reason this fandom absolutely loves to racewash these mixed race characters and barely does it to any other characters. They always make them fully black (not even blasian) and they say they do it to add "more black representation" to the anime Now there are many reasons I find this dodgy, 1 being that of course they only ever do this with the mixed race characters, (or at the very least these are the most popular characters to do this to) not the fully asian characters, not the fully white characters, not to any character of any other race/ethnicity, not even the non human characters who don't have a canonical race/ethnicity, only the mixed race characters Apparently a lot of other fanbases with half white half japanese main characters have these problems too, and a lot of real life mixed people say that the people who only ever racewash mixed characters imply that these characters are "too white for them", which is of course a very racist thing to say about mixed race people who are half white Another reason I find this odd is that, A. A lot of the anime is set in Japan, so of course a lot of the characters will be Japanese or half Japanese, and I'm not saying that there aren't black people in Japan, but obviously majority of the people who live in Japan are Japanese B. There are black characters in the anime! Main characters too, now I can't speak on how good the representation is as I'm not black, but from what I can tell a lot of black people love this anime and the black characters (not to mention a lot of the people I see who racewash the mixed characters are not black, most I see are white people) so I don't see the need to add more representation to the anime by racewashing non black characters, let alone racewashing the mixed race characters who also seem to have a small amount of representation in anime. Like at the very least if someone wanted to race swap a character they'd do it with one of the many white characters and not the mixed race characters, or at the very very least they'd make the mixed race characters blasian and not fully black, or draw the non human characters who don't have canonical races as humans and make them black or any race they want, like I don't get why they're so obsessed with making mixed half white half asian people fully black In conclusion: this whole thing just confuses me and gives off extremely dodgy and racist vibes
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