#Twice in a row actually

[remarkablebookbean]

if I had a nickel for every musical I’ve been in where a character sings the word hassenpfeffer I would have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

[caprart1]

I love a man who needs to be put in a mental ward but looks angelic being insane

[murk888]

*coughs* 👁️👁️ ...

and two more sketches :3

[sualne]

messy warm ups cause it's been a minute

[butchdykekondraki]

im going to think about that stupid fucking line forever. "my marriages all sucked shit bc i was too busy hanging out with you" <- NORMAL THING STRAIGHT MEN SAY ABOUT THEIR COLLEAGUES SURELYYYYYY

[viridescent-lance]

🍪 Oh, Azama can't not.

"Why, hello there Sir Forsyth the True!"

Monk smiles innocently.

"You've heard about today's festivities, yes? I hear it's something of a test of wills."

The monk produces an offering - half biscuit, half chocolate. Their would-be game piece.

"You'll indulge me in a game, will you not?"

Azama's singsong voice immediately raises Forsyth's hackles, and he braces himself for whatever inane request or comment the monk has up his sleeve. He knows this tone too well, by now.

"Ah, yes. The Pocky Game." Oh, no. Forsyth has heard about it as something the students are partaking in, excuses to get close to your crush and potentially even get a kiss. It's silly, juvenile, and something Forsyth absolutely would not ever dream of doing with Azama.

...is what he would say, but he's not one to back down from a challenge, and the one issued in the monk's tone stands taller than one explicitly stated.

"Are you so eager to lose your dignity?" Forsyth steels himself. He will not give Azama the satisfaction of seeing him falter. "I won't retreat."

Forsyth swallows, taking the chocolate-coated end into his mouth. Even this close to Azama's face, he can't see his eyes, though he can see wisps of stubble starting to form and that infuriating smile framed by curls, thick and woolly almost like a sheep. He takes the other end, and the battle begins.

Forsyth starts off strong, biting off pieces of delicious chocolate and biscuit. If he closes his eyes, it's almost fine. Just a fun treat at an odd angle. But Azama advances, slowly and steadily, a looming threat at the end of a short horizon.

It's just a game. He can pull away, and no one would fault him.

But his pride won't, and surely not against this man, who wants to look upon him with that empty cheshire grin after he retreats, to hold such a victory over his head. No, he will not give him the satisfaction.

They are close, so very close at this point. Is Azama surprised? Did he expect Forsyth to lose his cool, at this point? Well, he should be more surprised, because with one final surge forward, Forsyth is certain he can clear the last bit of biscuit, and--

Oh. Oh. In his elation at an imminent victory, Forsyth seems to have forgotten one of the most important parts of the game. If the two people meet in the middle, there's no winner.

Also, they kiss. Their mouths meet. And his is certainly on Azama's right now. It tastes rather sweet, thanks to the Pocky they've consumed, and the two of them linger for a second too long before Forsyth jerks his head backward.

"Y-you...!" His heart is racing, from fury and the adrenaline of the challenge. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, scrubbing extra, but he can't quite get rid of the taste. Which is the biscuit, not Azama, so it should be okay that it feels pleasant on his tongue. "I told you! I wouldn't back down!"

Turning and running in an undignified fashion in the direction of the nearest source of water doesn't count. It doesn't! He can't bear to hear that infuriating laugh any longer, is all.

[smellslikebutz]

Day 5 - Favor

"Come here and do me a favor…" Im using this day as an excuse to draw them kissing IM GUILTY YOUR HONOR I CONFESS /silly

[mylittleredgirl]

my dad bought me the complete box set of m*a*s*h last year and i’m thinking of finally starting it. he said i absolutely need to begin with the movie but i’m collecting opinions:

[drbtinglecannon]

It's actually kinda sexy of Caleb & Evelyn to haunt the narrative so thoroughly while never having any speaking lines or even appearing on screen outside of 400yr old repressed memories, delusions, and/or hyped up folklore

We don't even know for sure if Evelyn was a Clawthorne, or what she looked like, or how the fight between Caleb and Philip went down, or Caleb's reasons for leaving without Philip, or what their half witch half human baby looked like, or how long after Caleb left before Philip found him again, or what Evelyn did when she discovered her dead lover's grave was robbed, or how quickly after killing Caleb did Philip decide "I can make a new Caleb that's Better™"

We have scraps to give us pretty good ideas for most of these, but nope they really just haunt with no reward. Like yeah babes give us nothing!

[cellgatinbo]

very funny seeing it time and time again, for every character and every arc they go through, when something big and angsty is teased everyone goes "oh once they're out of this they're SO losing their memories. they'll forget all the personal growth they've accomplished and everyone dear to them and it'll be angsty as FUCK 👍" and then they. don't.

[measureformeasure]

bookbinders!!!. how do you get the pages in the right printing order in the signatures. this breaks my brain every time and i waste so much fucking paper. word booklet doesn't work on my laptop so i don't know what to do

[wist-eri]

okay so this track is so good what if i went insane

[bittersweetblasphemy]

had a fucking bizarre dream last night that led to me fucking the Grinch. woke up. thought to myself, "wow that was a fucking bizarre dream." went back to sleep. immediately had a second, completely different dream that ended with me also fucking the Grinch. even had a moment just as we were going to bone like "wow just like my dream."

these fever dreams are getting... something.

[taibhsearachd]

So when I was between freshman and sophomore year of high school, I went to a college in Ohio to get some college credit for a class (....which now that I think about it I have no idea how to apply to my college transcript, I'm missing a whole-ass credit on my transcript....... anyway).

This was the first time I was away from home and mostly unsupervised. Like. I was so anxious that over the weekends, when everyone else in the dorm I was staying in went home... I just didn't leave and only ate the cookies and random snacks my parents sent with me, and then on Monday I passed out in the lunch room (BEFORE GETTING MY LUNCH) because I hadn't been eating. Probably should have been a red flag for my parents at the time, but they just kind of waved it off, I was fine, I just passed out.

ANYWAY. The point of this post is, every single day through the weekdays (I was there for... three or four weeks, I can't remember). Every SINGLE morning. There was a jukebox in the dining hall. And every single fucking day. Someone - and we NEVER figured out who it was, we watched that jukebox like a hawk for a while, and somehow they always put it in without us seeing - always put in "I Would Do Anything for Love" by Meatloaf.

The full version of the song is 12 minutes long, and that's what it was. By the third day we were out for blood. It still haunts me that we couldn't draw and quarter the person responsible.

I know you're out there. I know you're around my age, whoever did that. If I ever discover your identity, swear to god, it's on sight, you absolute monster.

[ghoul--doodle]

I feel incredibly guilty for not responding to anyone’s attacks on art fight so far

I PROMISE I’m not ignoring anyone my immune system is just fighting for her life rn I promise

[alangdorf]