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some quick jjk eye paintings
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#megumi fushiguro#yuji itadori#nobara kugisaki#yuta okkotsu#gojo satoru#geto suguru#ryoumen sukuna#fanart#jjk fanart#tagging everyone feels like it took longer than the actual painting my god#i believe ive gone on record waxing poetic about how i love lower eyelids and how i could paint them fr hours#so i put my money where my mouth is and thats what i did today . self care :)#i had a cool idea fr gojo where i wanted to do like an abberated effect to show 2 extra sets of eyes#but god it looked cluttered and awful no matter what layer mode i put it on sdgdgjsdg#settled fr chromatic abberation on th irises :')#quickish painting but i am ! happy !#very proud also of the different eye shapes i ws able to achieve while keeping them consistently sized#was worried abt geto there fr a sec#but tbh he turned out to be one of my favs ????? surprised myself#anyway this is my love letter to eye skin <3 i love u lower eyelid folds mwah <3
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Top Promising Law Institute in India
Our pursuit for excellence in education gets acknowledged and rewarded as we make it to the Top promising Law Institute in India.
#SAGEUniversity#SAGEUniversityBhopal#SAGEBhopal#top university in mp#best university in bhopal#top law institute#Proud Achievement#excellence in education#promising institute#law education
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lol i need a life
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So here it is, my great mystery project - now finished!
On my search for a new crochet project that's at least sort of unique, I had the insane idea to recreate one of my favourite works of art. And well, I did. I'm honestly pretty proud of this one too because it took obviously quite a bit of effort and I'm still a beginner at crochet. Well, I'm sure someone else did it before and most likely even better, but if so I couldn't find it ;) (Not even a crochet pattern for the full thing!)
And because my photo skills aren't the best, just as usual...here's another photo taken with flash where you can actually see the stitches pretty well. Not sure if you should actually look at them closely though, lol.
#crocheting#crochet#yarn crafts#fiber crafts#yarn art#crochetblr#the great wave off kanagawa#hokusai#japanese art#this is literally the best thing i ever created ngl#(watch it get zero notes as that's usually the case with stuff i'm proud of lol...doesn't matter tho i achieved something >:D)
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and no matter what ATINY will always be by ATEEZ side 🤍
#mingi#song mingi#ateez mingi#ateez#atz#ateezedit#ateez gifs#Y'ALL I'M SO PROUD OF THEM!!!#AND OF EVERYTHING THAT THEY'VE ACHIEVED WITH THEIR HAR DWORK AND PERSEVERANCE#THEY DESERVE THE WORLD!!!#and i wish them nothing but happiness and i hope that they stay healthy and take care of themselves!!
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#bang chan#stray kids#skz#skz chan#ever since that interview on The Project.....i've been looking#this era sits well on him#i'm happy and proud of all things he has achieved#i love this video W Korea did with him#he looks amazing tbh#which is a total feat bc every time i look at skz my entire focus is on hyunjin#but not today sir
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After months of deliberation, I have decided to restart Poorly-Drawn-MDZS with a brand new style!
[Episode Directory] [First] -> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangij#no need to look at the date or anything.#All of my hard work with learning both traditonal and digital artforms has been leading to this very moment#Proud to say that I have achieved the level of skill necessary to capture the emotional complexities of this story#restarting the comic just made so much sense too! I only got half way in a year#why not do it all over again?#More comics coming very soon.
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his smile could cure the world ♡ [for @morshiberna ♡]
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#btsedit#btsgif#jimin#park jimin#bangtan#bts#mine#mine:gifs#mine:pjm#comp#userdimple#annietrack#rjshope#userpat#raplineuser#this coloring is all over the place dkfjfkfgjfkkhj but it doesn't matter because#IT'S MY BABY'S BIRTHDAY!!!!#HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING I HOPE YOU HAVE THE MOST WONDERFUL DAY <333#wishing you so much happiness and love and luck and fulfilled dreams and laughter and comfort and warmth#i can't believe how grown you are where has time gone :(#thank you for always being so lovely and kind#and for all the giggles and love#and also for letting me vent frustrations and matching my energy djgjfghjkffjfg#you're really just like our jiminie it makes so much sense he's your bias <3#my wish is that life lights your path with the brightest sunlight#and that you always know how amazing you are#how strong and resilient you are#and that you are capable of achieving anything you want#i'm proud of you and you should be too <3#happy birthday sweetheart 🥹💗
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jiyan is proud of you!!!
(a very self indulgent doodle to celebrate me graduating from college 🎉🎉🎉)
#wuthering waves#wuwa jiyan#wuwa fanart#wuthering waves jiyan#wuwa x you#a very self indulgent doodle to celebrate me graduating from college 🎉🎉🎉#i almost cried drawing this ngl HSJAHSKAJ 🤸#got emotional and such#nyanyways jiyan is also proud of YOU#whether or not youve achieved smth recently or theres an occasion#hed buy u flowers out of nowhere tbh
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At that moment, Carlos stayed still, his hands holding onto the signboard, which says his name with P2 beside it. Charles ran off the moment Fred appeared with the champagne. He avoided it by turning his cheek away from the sprays but stayed still. He looked at the team's delighted faces, which he called calls his family. It may be his expression (but how did they know he is still known as that guy who is lightly brushed by melancholy) because everyone was patting him and praising him for doing a stellar job throughout the weekend. He nodded and smiled in response, saying a small thanks to everyone who made eye contact with him, but as this happened, he still stayed. Soaking in the pats on the back, the greetings, the champagne settling, which started to stick to his skin. He looked around, memorizing every detail that his eyes could reach and see. He wanted this moment to last. It may be his last for a while, so he stayed still.
#carlos sainz#austin gp 2024#i'm so proud#he cooked the entire weekend#he said that this weekend maybe the best weekend to achieve a win before leaving ferrari but life happened#let me hug you carlos#carlos 'lightly brushed by melancholy' sainz#this is me projecting the bittersweet feeling that I felt while watching the video to Carlos
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wisdom i've accumulated in my almost-35 years on this planet: success = hard work + privilege + luck
never let this late capitalist hustle culture bullshit convince you that your lack of "success" is your fault.
#i work very fucking hard#i also have parents who are able to provide me with a thickass safety net#if i didn't have that safety net my life would be VERY different#and for all my hard work#it's very unlikely that i'd have achieved this stuff wrt my book#i'm DEEPLY grateful and i know they're proud of me and are happy to do it#but just bitchslap me if you ever catch me saying that it's all hard work and time management#and all that kim kardashian bullshit#I love what this post has become
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osaka police department's golden boy
#hattori heiji#baby heiji#dcmk fanart#dcmk#detective conan#my art#heiji was so proud about dragging his guests into a patrol car in that naniwa serial murder case <- MOE#in the end he is proud about his position as son of chief of police#and love to abuse it#headcanon: heiji visits tokyo on average 2 times a month so he needs at least 600 dollar of monthly allowance to achieve that#im not even counting kazuha yet... actually kazuha is much more insane. spending that much ticket just to tag along with heiji (and meet ra#additional moe point i want to convey if its not obvi: osaka PD originally call him heiji-kun before eventually adopting hei-chan
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"Unstoppable" by Donna Ashworth
#the promised neverland#tpn manga#tpn emma#tpn ray#rayemma#emma#ray#my edits#happy november 13th aka the day the kiddos crossed over to the human world and our fearless protagonist achieved her goal.#im so proud of her..& i didnt mean for this to turn into something so RE relatable but it just fits ya know? ray's been by her side the#entire journey so of course he would witness all her ups & downs. i dunno if he would indulge in poetry however but with all the#books in the GF & bunker library im sure he's at least come across his far share of poems over the years. so yeah. i sorta imagined him#writing all this down and sketching out his memories alongside it all. hopefully the panels convey that kind of look. who knows.
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[Day 76]
[ID: A ballpoint pen drawing of Zedaph. The paper is white, but there are three colored paper squares glued to it: purple and pink on Zed's face, and yellow on his legs. The corners of the paper are decorated with patterned tape, it's black with colorful spirals. The edges of it are occasionally jagged. There's a pink and a yellow heart sticker, both with polka dots, near the bottom right of the paper.
Zedaph is jumping in the air, holding up a conical flask with a purple liquid inside with one hand, and doing jazz hands with the other. He's winking with his tongue out to the side. He has wings that he's spreading, they're going out of frame.
Zed is covered in pink highlighter splashes. The flask is bubbling, represented with 7-pointed star stickers coming out of it. There's a bigger, five pointed star near Zed's face, emphasizing his wink. /End ID]
I'm the type of person who is scared to use art supplies if it's not the 'perfect occasion', so doing this was incredibly freeing. I had a lot of fun!
[ID: Closeups of the flask and Zed's face. /End ID]
#hermitcraft#hermitblr#hermitcraft fanart#zedaph#zedaphplays#zedaph fanart#ice draws#daily doodle#I'M SO PROUD OF THIS YOU *WILL* LOOK AT IT#vaguely inspired by tha!zed even though I'm not familiar with the au. i just like bright colors and Shapes#i showed this to my mom and she had to look at it for a While to process all of it. i achieved my goal
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honestly very insane to me that people expected the driver who had raced in midfield cars since he began in f1 and got a race winning car only this season to immediately know all about fighting at the front and to challenge for a wdc. hell, as a fan, i only wanted that first win this season, i didn't even dream about a championship fight.
the fact that lando came so close shows his talent. it's been brilliant to see him improve and get better and better at fighting at the front. yes he's made mistakes, but i know that he will sort those out and come back stronger next year.
#no matter how the season ends im proud of what he's achieved this year#and hopefully the season ends on a high#and now for the next two weeks im gonna pretend F1 doesn't exist x
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"could you please come and get me?" I'm BEGGING🙏🙏🙏
For this prompt game! (And also this one!) (Andthis one too lol)
(Can be read as a follow-up to this)
“…and, like, everyone goes through phases!”
Hakoda hastily unfolds from his very undignified stretch at the muffled sound of Sokka’s voice, wincing at the protest of his sore back. Bato keeps saying he’s eventually going to value his posterior chain enough to stop taking red eyes no matter how cheap they are, and one day Hakoda is actually going to listen instead of making jokes about posteriors.
“—and sisters, you know? They never let go of anything no matter how old you all get, and they always take things too far—”
Hakoda glances again around the dim lit, tidy shop as if maybe the angle of the sunlight will have changed, vaguely pleased and surprised that Sokka is here so early as the faint jangle of the admittedly-huge keyring filters through the door.
It’s hours past when they usually open, of course, but judging by the timing of Sokka’s late-night-scarfing-down-dinner phone calls, he’s been working plenty past when they usually close.
“—not in a creepy way or anything, obviously. Just a joke. A bad one!”
Not that Hakoda was really worried. And he was right to now really worry! There’s nothing blown up, no scorch marks or tools missing because Sokka really needed a good shearing weapon for his robot-killing robot, no half-deconstructed engines and piling-up repairs because Sokka is sure he’s figured out a way to get more efficiency out of the whole system.
“—and that one is totally new, anyway. I had no idea it was even there! And so, um. High definition.”
Those this Audi sitting in the middle out of the shop, which is very out of place for Wolf Cove to begin with, let alone in Hakoda’s shop…
“And I mean, you know how sisters are!”
Hakoda does have some questions about that.
That Jesk kid better not be involved, or whatever his name was...
“Or—right?” Sokka’s voice is suddenly clear as he finally finds the right key to unlock the office door. “You—maybe? I mean—you—or—”
“Yeah,” a husky, raspy voice cuts in, faintly amused, and Hakoda pauses in surprise as he realizes Sokka isn’t on the phone. “I have a sister.”
Hakoda glances curiously through the office window as Sokka flicks the lights on, bright light illuminating the office and the break room and the car bays one by one, revealing his son—dressed for work, not starving, not injured, good—and the lean, black-on-black clad boy behind him, and Hakoda feels his eyebrow jump up in surprise.
Ah. He recognizes a pretentiously pre-worn designer leather jacket when he sees one. That would be where the car came from, then.
“And,” Sokka hurries on, darting nervously around the office as he wakes up the computer and sets down his coffee and Hakoda’s other eyebrow slides up to join the first. He can recognize Sokka’s cover-his-ass voice anywhere. “It’s not like I would recognize you out of context anyway without, you know. Or with, or—and so, like, it's not like I was being weird or anything, or like, trying to lock you in the basement or something, or—fuck.” Sokka scrubs his hands over his face before pasting on a bright, game smile and marching toward the car bays. “Yeah, I’m just going to stop talki—Dad!”
“Sokka,” Hakoda greets him, giving the other boy—not a boy, Sokka hates being called a boy, he reminds himself—a curious look. “And…?”
“Oh,” the boy blinks, freezing a little. “Uh—”
“I didn’t realize you were coming back,” Sokka hops in, hurrying over. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to grab a few things from the house, see you and Katara a bit,” Hakoda assures him, reaching out to give Sokka’s shoulder a squeeze and offering a smile to the other boy as he trails Sokka after a moment across the shop floor. “Who’s this?”
“How’s Gran Gran?” Sokka asks as the boy hesitates, mouth half-open.
“She’s doing well, things are coming along,” Hakoda says, cocking his head to get a better look at the boy. He’s definitely familiar—not surprising, with those nearly-gold eyes and scar and the kind of cheekbones that Sokka loves to trip over—but Hakoda can’t quite place… “Are you one of Sokka’s college friends?” Shit, Hakoda should know those. He at least knows it isn’t…what was his name, Tamu? It’s definitely not him…
“Ah, no,” the boy says, shifting on his feet and flicking a quick look to Sokka. “Wh—"
“How long are you back for!” Sokka says over top of him, eyes wide with interest and that’s definitely his cover-his-ass voice again…
“Just a few days,” Hakoda says absently. Is it one of Sokka’s high school band buddies? They used to always be hanging around the basement and crowding into the kitchen. “I haven’t seen around town,” he says slowly, the sense that he knows this kid niggling at the edge of his thoughts.
“…No,” the kid agrees after a beat, equally slow.
“Yeah,” Sokka says quickly, voice coming out high. “He’s not from around here!”
“This is your car?” Hakoda asks, because the kid might not look much like a trombone players but he does look like a speed demon.
“Uh, yeah,” the kid says, glancing at the sleek red lines where Sokka’s set the Audi out with pride of place dead center in the middle of the shop. “Sorry?”
“Sorry?” Hakoda blinks, momentarily distracted from the nagging familiarity of the kid.
“I broke down,” the kid shrugs, apologetic, and Hakoda can only give him a bemused look.
“It’s what we’re here for,” he says. And they’re certainly going to charge him for it, with a car like that—and Hakoda will be making sure he’s charged. He recognizes that look on Sokka’s face…
“Right!” Sokka says, overly bright. “Car repair!”
“A full-service operation,” the kid murmurs, cutting Sokka a sideways look.
“We strive to be,” Hakoda says proudly, giving Sokka his own curious look as his son chokes a little, blushing. Oh yeah. Hakoda is definitely making sure this kid gets charged.
“Car repairs!” Sokka says loudly, clearly powering through…whatever is going on. “We��ve had a lot of those! Want to—” he glances quickly around. “—the books! Want to see them? Or the—I can get you up to speed?” he suggests half-desperately. “On everything?”
Hakoda makes a vaguely affirming noise, listening with half an ear and mostly watching the kid who is in turn watching Sokka, looking faintly bemused by and more than a little curious about Sokka’s immediate, exhaustive, relieved, highly detailed account of the past month.
Maybe he’s a new teacher in one of Sokka’s art classes? He thought they were all old men by Sokka’s description, but this one seems like an artsy type. Though why he’d be here and not back in Republic City…
The kid gives Sokka another sidelong look through his lashes that really isn’t all that subtle to anyone other than Sokka, and ah, that could be a reason.
And he can tell Sokka likes his friend back from the fidgety, half-nervous, half-hyper way he’s shifting his weight and playing with his bracelets and rings and he better be fucking taking those off before work, Hakoda’s not trying to have anyone lose a damn body part inside an engine. At least the earrings are out…
Hakoda thinks, though, that he really would have heard of the kid if he’s following Sokka cross-country to keep him company. But then, maybe that’s why he has the persistent, nagging sense that he’s met or at least seen this kid befo—
“Oh!” Hakoda suddenly exclaims, snapping his fingers as realization hits. “I know you!”
“You—!” Sokka trips a little as the kid startles, giving Hakoda a half-surprised, half-cagey look. “You should really hear about theorderthatPakkutriedto—”
“You’re the boy from the poster over Sokka’s bed!” Hakoda says, triumphant and Sokka cuts off with a high, strangled noise, the kid opening his mouth and nothing coming out.
“The one where’s he’s all shirtless and oiled up?” Hakoda prompts when Sokka doesn’t say anything, pleased to have placed it. “Remember, you got that fancy photo editing program for it? So you could cut him out of the full shot and enlarge the size? And Bato took you to that special print shop in Whale Harbor to get it done out on the special poster paper?”
The kid slowly transfers his stare from Hakoda to Sokka, who is looking more and more like a deer trying to freeze to avoid the notice of an oncoming car.
“You know, for your eighteenth birthday?” Hakoda reminds him, concern fluttering in his chest when Sokka doesn’t immediately latch onto the topic like he always does. “Because you couldn’t find any magazines big enough to see from that far away?” He definitely isn't misremembering, he knows he isn't...right?
The kid slowly closes his mouth, eyebrow inching up higher and higher.
“And you’d filled up all your wall space, so you needed to move to other surfaces? And Katara said you weren’t allowed to put anything up in the shower?” No, he's definitely right. Hakoda had been quietly and intensely relieved by the shower edict enough to be sure.
“I,” Sokka finally says, mouth working, “I, uh.”
“Didn’t you recognize him?” Hakoda frowns, reaching out to feel Sokka’s forehead.
“Yeah, Sokka,” the kid—shit, Hakoda still doesn’t know his name though—says, pointed, “Didn’t you recognize me?”
“I…need to go now,” Sokka announces, suddenly fumbling in his pockets.
“What?” Hakoda blinks, confusion threading alongside his pleasure at finally placing the face.
“What?” the kid half-laughs, startled.
But Sokka just whips out his phone, already marching away, his face crimson and voice echoing off the high ceilings, “Katara? Yeah, I’m—yeah, I’m still in town. Yes, I know that you're on nights, I—yes, I—look, could you please come and get me?” A pause. “No, I—actually, yes. I need to go die now, please. Not here.”
Hakoda stares after Sokka as he finally shuts the office door behind him, bemused, scratching the back of his head and shifting his attention to the kid who looks like he doesn’t know whether to worry or laugh again.
“Well, I’m Hakoda,” he eventually offers, extending his hand and biting the bullet that it’s okay to not know this one’s name, they probably haven't actually met before, “I’m his father.”
“Zuko,” the kid says after a beat, accepting his handshake—strong grip, callouses, no eye contact but that’s okay considering he’s looking after Sokka. “I’m, uh. The guy from the ceiling?”
Hakoda huffs, half-amused and giving him another quick look—and then his hand a slightly harder squeeze. “Grown up a bit, have you?” A lot less oil, too. And a lot more clothes.
Same cheekbones, though.
“Uh—so has he? Since then?” Zuko hazards, glancing toward the office where Sokka is…screaming into a pillow, by the looks of it.
“One could say that," Hakoda says after a beat, thinking of Sokka’s last trip to Whale Harbor and the poster tube he’d come back with happily cradled in his arms. “But maybe not as much as you’d think.”
#Hakoda is so proud of himself#He is going to get a good grade in Dad and in remembering his son's interests and hobbies#A thing that is possible to get and desirable to achieve#Sokka and Zuko are quietly dying and Hakoda is just there like 🙃#asks and answers#prompt games#fic writing#my writing#Sokka#Zuko#Hakoda#Zukka#Zukka fic#Rockstar Zuko AU
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