#THE VEIN ON THE SHOULDER
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itssomejazzinthemorning · 1 year ago
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what’s going on todayyyy?
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usarmytrooper · 7 months ago
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Confidence is hot!
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uselessandgay · 5 months ago
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shoulder day with @usefulandgay
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autismsupersoldier · 6 months ago
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a non-exhaustive list of my dunmeshi cast headcanons, as well as a fun exercise in censoring genitals in creative ways. below the cut you can see a list of notes and explanations. hope you enjoy as much as i enjoyed watching the anime!
important to preface:
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now, lets get into it.
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thanks for lookin! here are some sketches too:
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some more falins because shes my favourite!
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growinglou · 30 days ago
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Flex the meat 🥩
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wordsinhaled · 4 months ago
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payneland neighbors AU
(a.k.a. one of my million WIPs that may actually be seeing the light of day)
edwin is an Alive Boy, who has had a near-death experience being bullied while he was at school, so he can now see ghosts.
charles is a Dead Boy, who is starting a detective agency out of his new flat, which happens to be next door to edwin's.
edwin does not realize charles is a ghost at first.
they are mutually down bad and trying hard (and failing) to be normal about it.
pining and shenanigans ensue.
should be able to get this posted to Ao3 sometime later today as chapter 1/? of who knows how many because apparently payneland has made me that person with multiple multichapter WIPs, lmao ~*~*~
Edwin does not think about his new neighbor across the hall.
(Said new neighbor's name, it will turn out, is Charles.
And Edwin most certainly does not fixate on the compelling glint of Charles' single earring in the sun, or the curve of his smile so easily offered.)
The story of it is this: Edwin had held the door to their building for him one fine spring day. Simple politeness, and moreover basic human decency, both dictated this was the proper thing to do for someone carrying such an absurd quantity of unwieldy parcels.
He had not expected the stranger to look so taken aback.
(He had an honest-to-goodness crystal ball propped precariously atop a stack of antique-looking books; and those teetered on top of several cardboard boxes near buckling under the weight of whatever they held within. A cricket bat protruded from the pin-encrusted rucksack slung over his shoulder. People did insist on having such incongruous pastimes, Edwin thought; and, apparently, atrocious packing habits to go along with them.
But the titles of the volumes Edwin managed to glimpse were as intriguing as the crystal ball was misguided—and he'd found himself rather helplessly curious.
"Cheers, mate!" the person he will soon know to be Charles had said, sounding obscenely grateful as he manouevred his way inside, and had flashed Edwin a grin so radiant and wide it hurt Edwin's cheeks in sympathy just to look at it.
Still, Edwin tried to think no more on him; nor on how surprised he'd appeared to be at Edwin's tiny show of kindness—at Edwin's perceiving him at all, even. Tried being the operative word.)
He'd been aware Jenny was letting the rooms across the hall, because she asked him several weeks ago if he might know any potential tenants. Edwin had informed her he did not. His last neighbor had listened to ungraciously-loud electropop at all hours of the night and harbored a seemingly endless stream of stray cats despite Jenny's very clear policy against animals.
Edwin would far prefer the space to stay blessedly vacant and blissfully quiet for as long a stretch as possible. He deserved some sort of a reprieve, he'd thought.
it seems he is not about to get one.
Edwin is reading when he hears a muffled string of colorful swearing, the lugging of things, the scraping of furniture across hardwood floors. While he may be able to studiously avoid thinking about the beautiful boy he'd met downstairs, Edwin cannot escape the inevitable and inconvenient fact that they will now be living in proximity. The telltale commotion that can only be made by someone moving in comes right to his proverbial stoop.
Who else could it be but him?
Edwin sighs. The only thing for it, he supposes, is to go over and introduce himself.
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worldbodybuilders · 2 years ago
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Michael Scherer.
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fraternum-momentum · 8 months ago
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Just want to say, I love how you draw hands!! Like how you can put so much emotion into them and the veins are just AHHH So good!!!
THANK YOU !!! i really don't think i'm all that great at drawing hands but i do enjoy drawing them ! i especially enjoy looking at references :]]] but here are some of my hand inpos because i am a perfectly sane individual:
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John Biggers
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Mort Drucker
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@kanaruuuu17171 on twt
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Derek Overfield
bonus:
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joeys-babe · 10 months ago
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smt abt this pic…
we moved on too quick from this.
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env0 · 7 months ago
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Head, shoulders, ... I forgot the rest. I got distracted.
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uselessandgay · 4 months ago
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some shoulder day shots
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sfde8871 · 5 months ago
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heedra · 4 months ago
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whats up w kids movies w/ a lot of sequels where the og movies have themes like 'its ok to be who you are and to stand up for what you think is right against social expectations and doing so is the bravest thing you can do' and by the end of the series the movies themes are like 'the bravest thing you can actually do is grow the fuck up and learn to deal with the fact that you've gotta conform to society's expectations for the rest of your life (and start a nuclear family)'
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jopzer · 1 year ago
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something about roy tucking his face into jamie's neck during 2x12 as a direct contrast to jamie having fully melted into the hug during 2x08 but still taking a few beats before his eyebrows turn and He tucks in his face and starts hiccuping. yea
#beebles#royjamie#ted lasso#roy kent#jamie tartt#i don't have anything smart or sexy to say about this one it's just like. damn#jamie has accepted the affection but the shock and sheer terror in his veins slowly falling off of him#till he's just sobbing quietly into roy's shoulder and the whole team is just fucken. Watching.#to then roy head butting the fuck out of him because their relationship is sort of built on violence??#and taking it from him and treating him delicately would be theeeeeee last thing jamie would want from him#especially at that stage in his character arc#tbh in both of their character arcs.#but to immediately follow it up with such unwavering and blinding affection#not even just hauling him into the hug but tucking his nose against jamie's next#directly paralleled to jamie tucking his face into roy's#god. God!!!#roy gave the first affection after an act of violence twice!! in such differing contexts!!#and they were both equally meaningful!!!#roy kent!!! you fascinate me!!!!#so deeply deeply the zeitgeist of their whole relationship#they have to have some sort of violent undercurrent before they can really connect and even when they do that violence persists#in a really compelling way btw i love it#theyre besties they inexorably tied to one another theyre sharing traumas and secrets and they also canonically knock one another senseless#i love it. love their relationships to love and violence and emptiness and consumption#man y'all's baggage just lines right up don't it.
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chuckg2 · 1 year ago
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Alex Wood
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muscletitanlover · 2 years ago
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Volodymyr Byruk, Ukraine IG: volodymyr_byruk IG: byruk_
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