#I'm feeling so Optimistic

[billowingangel]

I got a feeling today is going to be a

productive and wonderful day! I'm manifesting that for myself and my mutuals.

I'm hoping you can complete the tasks you have to do and that once completed the weight on your shoulders is lifted.

[sciderman]

How did your meeting go with the surgeons?

it was memorable

[canisalbus]

I've had Ludovicas girlfriend on the brain for months and finally sketched her out. I see her as the opposite to machete in that she has dark colours and softer shapes. Her ears and facefur kinda blend together and she gets big soft browneyes..

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[blueskittlesart]

*sigh* thoughts on Nintendo's botw/totk timeline shenanigans and tomfoolery?

tbh. my maybe-unpopular opinion is that the timeline is only important when a game's place on the timeline seriously informs the way their narrative progresses. the problem is that before botw we almost NEVER got games where it didn't matter. it matters for skyward sword because it's the beginning, and it matters for tp/ww/alttp (and their respective sequels) because the choices the hero of time makes explicitly inform the narrative of those games in one way or another. it matters which timeline we're in for those games because these cycles we're seeing are close enough to oot's cycle that they're still feeling the effects of his choices. botw, however, takes place at minimum 10 thousand years after oot, so its place on the timeline actually functionally means nothing. botw is completely divorced from the hero of time & his story, so what he does is a nonissue in the context of botw link and zelda's story. thus, which timeline botw happens in is a nonissue. honestly I kind of liked the idea that it happened in all of them. i think there's a cool idea of inevitability that can be played with there. but the point is that the timeline exists to enhance and fill in the lore of games that need it, and botw/totk don't really need it because the devs finally realized they could make a game without the hero of time in it.

[bixels]

What did/do you like about Pharah?

Uh, gameplay-wise, I really love characters in shooters who rely on three-dimensional movement techs. Chaining together hover and jump to stay in the air for as long as possible and keep momentum is so satisfying, and picking enemies off from the sky made me feel like a bird of prey. I was a good Pharah main.

Story-wise, there unfortunately isn't much to canonically go off because Pharah is so underutilized and neglected. Her personality's pretty boilerplate "heroic hero" (she's literally inspired by Captain America).

But it's the crumbs/bits and pieces that I really latched onto. Pharah's a confirmed lesbian; her short story with Baptiste implies she harbors a crush on Mercy (fucking thank you.). She's biracial Egyptian/First Nations. She has major mommy issues, having grown up both admiring and resenting Ana. She's the bridge between Old Overwatch, inspired by the idealized heroes who surrounded her childhood, and New Overwatch. She's one of the only inter-generational characters in the cast; someone whose experiences span the gap, which is why I seriously believe Pharah would make a great main character.

There isn't much to go off of, though; she's a very uncomplicated character (she's a soldier for a private military corporation, lol.). But that just means she's a blank slate character, so I've seen fanfic writers run wild and create some really interesting takes on her. My favorite interpretation of her's a dense, herbo gym-bro type (a lot of her liens are about work outs, exercising, and playing sports) who's easily excitable under her seemingly self-serious, armored visage. We see how she tends to gloat and hype herself up when she's on a streak too, so Pharah definitely has a competitive and boastful side under her more professional and militant performance.

Now Mercy? Mercy is a real complex character.

[cosmic-light-fics]

Before and after watching The Bear Season 3

[applecoreart]

Been awhile, crocodile 🐊 In all honesty, I was feeling kind of stressed about character design issues I was having, so for awhile I just put all that stuff aside and focused on understanding anatomy better. Also studied a lot of Milt Kahl animation frames for gesture and simple shapes in character design. I actually had a big grin on my face when I finished these tonight instead of feeling disappointed-- the proportions and shapes feel better, and the hair is more natural in shape and greasy like I always wanted it to be, but kept struggling to draw.

[tiktowafel]

hello everyone there's snow where i live (freaking finally) so i'm coming back from the dead with winter pony art

it's,, probably a little generic lol, but i still think it's cute! my process here was also different than usual (even though it might be hard to tell by the end result?), i'm trying out new things and i think i'm onto something

happy late new year, hopefully i'll start posting more haha

[capn-twitchery]

i am Exhausted but i got an hour or two free finally so hello! what have i missed the past few days

[deliriousblue]

finished the episode of peaceful property and i'm still thinking about it an hour later.....the thought crossed my mind when home startled at the mention of the car but i didn't expect them to actually go there because when is a show willing to have one of the lead characters literally have killed the other and have gotten away with it freely.

up until now we've seen home's family taking advantage of people and we've seen the way that home treats others (e.g. forcing peach to perform when they moved in). but now we're forced to directly contend with home not just being complicit in his family's actions but actually having himself done something that is inexcusable.

and on top of that the way that peach's tremor is explicitly a physical manifestation of his guilt over (in his mind) causing chef hong to die, directly preventing him from being able to pursue his chosen career. meanwhile home due to his family's wealth and status was able to go on with his life as if nothing had happened! they're similar right up until they're very much not.

also just loved how setting the episode at the restaurant let us get insight into peach while still fulfilling all the right notes as a ghost-of-the-week and the way that this time peach was the one to receive solace and let go of his (metaphorical and literal) ghosts....really good episode.

[vaguely-concerned]

the mourn watch have a plaque with their 'A home in life, a berth in death, a house of many mansions' motto on the wall like a fucking live laugh love sign 😭😭😭

[sgt-tombstone]

It's still wip wednesday (barely) so have this excerpt from the continuation of this post, featuring Johnny meeting Price and Simon for the first time (and immediately being so down bad for Simon, it's a little embarrassing for him tbh)

He had never had an issue with meeting new people before; his parents often said that he’d never met a stranger, but he usually won people over with his crooked smile and crude sense of humor, and something told him that wouldn’t work here. Mr. Riley was, evidently, more than wealthy enough to hire someone more suited to his tastes if he didn’t find John agreeable or professional enough, so John had to be perfect. Perfectly put together, perfectly polished. All things John MacTavish… wasn’t. He squared his shoulders with a deep breath and stepped out of his car. The walk to the front door was short, and he hadn’t decided if that was a good thing or not before the door was opening, revealing one of the largest men John had ever seen.

John wasn’t a small man by any means, but the impeccably dressed man holding the door open was taller by at least an inch, and the broadness of his shoulders gave him a presence that John could never hope to match. He had short, brown hair, a close-cropped beard that flowed into a truly impressive mustache, and dark eyes peeking out from under equally dark brows. John relaxed slightly at the kindness he saw in them.

“Mr. Riley?” He asked, extending a hand to shake. First impressions were important, and even though they’d exchanged several messages over the app already, this meeting felt like something more.

“Ah, no,” the man said, looking somewhat apologetic as he shook John’s hand. “Mr. Price, I’m Mr. Riley’s personal assistant. You must be John MacTavish.”

So much for good first impressions, John thought as he nodded, knowing that his cheeks were flame-red in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it, son,” Mr. Price said, waving John further into the house. “It happens all the time. Shoes off here, please. I keep telling Mr. Riley to put some identifying feature in his profile pictures, but he never listens.”

“I listen to you plenty,” a new voice chimed in, drifting in from around the corner, followed promptly by its owner. “Just not about revealing personal information on the internet.”

John’s eyes nearly fell out of his head when he caught sight of the newcomer. His eyes immediately caught on blond hair, honey-brown eyes, and broad shoulders. This was Mr. Riley, he was sure of it. He didn’t know how he knew, where the surety came from, but it was a bone-deep conviction.

If John had thought that Mr. Price was large, Mr. Riley was mountainous. He was taller than John by several inches, and his shoulders and biceps looked unnaturally big where they strained against his black dress shirt. Hell, the man’s entire body seemed to stretch the confines of his clothes; there was a button positioned between his pecs that was holding on for dear life, and the way his slacks hugged his arse should’ve been a felony. John’s mind raced with split-second fantasies, so quickly that he couldn’t have stopped them even if he’d tried; tracing his fingers down the slope of his neck, dipping into the divot of his collarbone, running over wide expanses of bare skin, over sensitive nipples and valleys of vertebrae and ridges of abdominal muscles. The tips of his fingers and tongue itched with the suppressed urge.

And the mask… John had lived through the pandemic, had seen all of his friends and family members wearing cloth and medical masks alike, but none of them had ever looked this attractive while doing so. It should’ve looked out of place, but Mr. Riley’s black mask fit on his face so well that John’s brain didn’t even stutter over it, but he couldn’t help wondering what was hiding beneath it.

John shook himself slightly, forcing himself to tune back into the conversation at hand instead of ogling his new employer like a drooling, lust-addled teenager. He tuned back in halfway through Mr. Price’s response.

“—personal information, such as the fact that you’re not brunette, nor do you wear a boonie hat on a regular basis,” Mr. Price said long-sufferingly, as if he and Mr. Riley had had this conversation several times before.

“You’re not wearing a boonie hat now, old man,” Mr. Riley chuckled, and John’s knees almost buckled at the low, gravelly sound.

“Fuck off, kid,” Mr. Price replied easily, clapping him on the shoulder before making his way deeper into the house. “If you need me, you know where I’ll be.”

“Thank you, Price,” Mr. Riley called after him, sincerity coating his words. He then turned back to John, who was suddenly intimately aware of how alone they were in the foyer. He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking around the room, anywhere that wasn’t Mr. Riley’s unfairly attractive face.

[thingscanalwaysgetworse]

Still not over Jumanji (1995). Imagine being trapped in a game for 26 years where you have to face all manner of deadly animals (plus a deadly hunter who looks like your dad), and then you get back to the real world only to realize that nearly everyone you know is dead except for two people, one of whom is now a cop who keeps trying to arrest you and one of whom has so much trauma from the first time you played the game that she's convinced you don't exist. Also now there are two kids who started playing the game and you all have to finish it together or else the kids will get stuck too and the nightmare will never end

and then?? you finally complete the game and everything gets fixed but you're suddenly 12 years old again in 1969 like nothing happened?? and then??? 26 years later the kids you helped save don't remember you because technically you've never met??? but you don't even care because they're alive and they have their family again, and you’re happy for them, even if they’ll never know just how much you care about them

[lloydfrontera]

tfw when you write an entire novel with two protagonists that spent the entire plot getting closer to each other, becoming best friends and eventually both of them deciding they would rather die than allow the other to not live a long, fulfilling life, their friendship carrying most of the emotional weight of the entire plot and the emotional climax being one of them sacrificing his life so the other can live and then the other crossing literal universes to find him, a tearful smile in his face as he confesses how much he missed him. which is the scene you wanted to write and show the most because, again, this is the pay off to the slowburn you've been writing in the entire novel and what everything has been building up to since the very first chapter. and then you end the novel by having them share a smile, finally confident they'll be able to have a happy future.

but you also just gotta have one of them marry offscreen because everyone knows you can't be happy if you're not in a het marriage with kids lmao it's whatever it's okay i'm fiNE-

[dynamightmite]

I had a feeling the manga was going to go on for a while, and the confirmation fits well with both the story and Horikoshi's general writing preferences (aka, he likes working through emotional scenes and taking relatively long breathers after intense sequences). I know a lot of people are feeling skeptical right now, after waiting a long time to see the League and wanting to know what will happen to them, but personally, I like that he isn't rushing. We have all the time in the world :)

[ssaalexblake]

it’s also baffling to me that tumblr, home of the ‘why are white men Still being cast as the doctor’ for So many years now (For you know, like over a decade.) is somehow not appalled that they hired a white dude to be the next Doctor because look okay it’s okay if it’s This white man. 

I mean, I do not consent to acknowledge that they’ve shoved him in there under any circumstance, but my Only need for the casting of the next person was that it was Not a white man, otherwise i didn’t care who it was, so when they “announced” Gatwa I was satisfied (i am hesitant to say they announced it bc it was more like a tiny footnote than an announcement, oh the disrespect) and it took a whole seven days (it was literally seven days. Yes i counted. it was easy since it was only seven days) it was ‘actually sorry no it’s this white dude we’ve already had before did we forget to mention that???’ and it’s steadily gotten worse and worse. 

That This site of all places is not up in arms about both the situation and how it specifically played out is depressing, but also massively and darkly hilarious.  

Especially since i Also remember nobody on this site thought casting Whittaker was good enough but literally going backward to a previous white man is?? This is not even a metaphor about diversity getting worse, they literally looked backwards. 

But, yeah,  tenn/ant with the ‘what the future looks like’ headline is uh... Good???? Not super worrying and ominous? 

I feel like i’ve been dumped in some weird parallel universe by reactions to all of this on here like??? the whole way this was done was appalling, the situation is appalling, but i guess the bbc/disney should get a rousing round of applause for accurately judging that nobody would care about their poor actions if the specific white guy they cast was popular enough that next to nobody would care. 

( and to the ‘it’s an anniversary ep’ thing, they legit could have just set a couple of eps in the past. i don’t mean they travel to the past. i mean just say ‘hey this ep is set during s4!’ and nobody would care. this show does weirder stuff than this every second episode. and it would still be bad, but how they did it is so much Worse.)