#WE DIDNT STUDY IT

[renjunnipeikko]

in response to the shit being stirred by people on the internet in regards to imane khelif i’d just like to remind you of what she had to tell us:

[xxplastic-cubexx]

GORGEOUS DRAWING OMG YOU'RE SO TALENTED MATE!!!

We need more Magneto protecting his Charles with all his will>>>>>

thank you much my friend !!!!!!!!! might i offer you a small gift..

and a bonus. if you will.

[hinamie]

congrats on your recovery n all yuuji but unfortunately for you I thought the scars were cool >:/

[copia]

THIRTY-ONE DAYS OF GHOST ⛧ DAY FOUR

favourite song from Infestissumam — Year Zero

Hell—an archaic Swedish translation of hail. Archangelo, the Italian name for an Archangel, for whom we will bow in praise; hail Satan, and welcome, with the birth of the Antichrist, an age with which humanity's calendar will begin again.

[ramunnae]

some of my fav screen grabs from the newest TADC episode except Jax is clearly my favourite and I laughed watching him get fucking humbled

[crocrubies]

my favorite weird crossover trio where the thing they have in common is something that is extremely particular to Me specifically aka "of course you have green eyes and poor emotional processing abilities"

[sheaymin]

Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne HD ( 2020 ) - dev Atlus / do not reupload.

[beaulesbian]

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)

So we're just supposed to let people die because some algorithm says that that's supposed to happen? You realize how messed up that sounds, right?

[orpheuslament]

if you have ever wondered how badly white supremacy & colonialism rots ppls brains i will tell you about this one time years ago i was talking to a guy about how colonialism has left big open wounds in all of latin america & he told me that "if spanish colonisation was really so bad why didnt they simply go back to their native customs when the spaniards left". just think about that for a second

[sarascamander]

I just remember that there is an exact quote in the first book that describe Horace's relationship with the wards

- Will always play tricks on him and run away by climbing a tree

- he said that Alyss is "aloof" to him as if he was "not good enough for her"

- he literally didn't give a fuck about George lmao

- he's the closest to Jenny who would always listen to him

[catilinas]

Pharsalia came up in Latin class today and the professor sensed the class wasn't really convinced it was I quote "a magnificent work". So she tried to sell it by mentioning there's talking corpses and rains of blood in a very enthusiastic voice. And I thought of this blog.

it IS a magnificent work and it DOES have talking corpses and rains of blood! and also snakes that make you explode into goo and julius caesar's cannibal brunch! auhghghh i understand you professor in my heart because the pharsalia fucks and is sooo neglected by most classics courses which is terrible because, again, it fucks

[lynn-tged-posting]

fem lloyd. she's real to me

yapping abt her below the cut

there's been a lot of art of fem lloyd floating around (at least on twitter) that i do really appreciate its often very cute However (and i mean no offense bc the art is always nice) those renditions are often a lot more slim and a lot less muscular than i have personally imagined her being, and that made me real sad,,,

like don't get me wrong, love art! tged art awesome!! ill take what i can get!!! but im personally of the opinion that lloyd's build, regardless of whether its canon lloyd or fem lloyd, should be toned and not totally slim (of course there's still a waist (canon lloyd is snatched!!!) but definitely a bit more boxy). a little bit broader, a little bit of a rectangular shape yknow? kind of a sleeper build almost, especially after they've spent several years doing construction in lorasia in present!

so i self indulged and drew her LOL

additionally, i do think it'd be fair to say that og!fem lloyd is slimmer than current fem lloyd, but also i imagine it'd be appropriate if she had weight/fat on her that we see less of as the story continues, y'know? (bc like og fem lloyd is still an alcoholic) (does this line of thinking make sense??) so i kiiinda tried to show that by putting ?! stretch marks ?! on her? but i don't know how well that comes across cause i kinda left this as a sketch,,, but it's okay . i just need it to be known that those are there :3

also threw some llovier in there for sillies. i think fem lloyd deserves to be with fem javier. like sure yeah fem lloyd with canon javier is. uh. okay i guess??? but i think it'd make more sense to genderbend javier too. yaoi to yuri! i didnt know what to do with fem javier's hair so i just made her hair long, kinda like javiellas idk. ill probably change it if i were to draw her for real, i think it'd be sweet if she kept short wavy hair, im not sure yet!

i think fem lloyd would still resemble her father the most! tho i havent ever drawn arcos before so idk how id show that! i also don't know how genetics totally work! i just think it'd be cute for her to be like. her father's daughter y'know. like u get what i mean right

that's all i can think of right now if i come up with anything else i'll prolly just reblog this w additional stuff idk

[hylianane]

A big part of the Haikyuu rewatch is watching the characters interact and worrying that I fandomized their relationships too much in my head, particularly with the Karasuno first years because Hinata and Kags keep Yamaguchi and Tsukishima at arm’s length for so long. But then I remember. Oh wait the squad is literally Hinata’s phone background by the end of the story. You don’t put a picture of just some dudes in your after school club as your phone background.

[this-isnt-oish]

my attempt at mimicking @/negiwave2000 's artstyle (besides a drawing of it w/ my own ^_^) !!

he's such a huge inspiration to me........ pls check him out!

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

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[becauseplot]

Penciled Lines

(Cross-posted on ao3, if you prefer to read it there. Reblogs still appreciated!)

Missa wakes up, and he thinks he might be doomed. This doesn’t scare him nearly as much as it should.

Missa is awake early—by his own metric, anyway. His nocturnal nature causes “early” for him to mean “early night” and not “early morning.” Regardless, “early” means that Philza is not asleep yet, still going through his nightly rituals. “Early” means that Philza is sitting up in (his? their?) the bed, pillows propped up behind him, notebook in his lap, sketching away.

And when Missa wakes up to the soft scritch-scratch of a charcoal pencil on textured paper, his forehead just so happens to be brushing Philza’s hip.

Missa can hardly breathe.

Oh no.

He knows that if he gives any indication that he is awake, Philza will stop sketching, close his notebook, shift himself over until he is politely seated on his side of the bed, and greet Missa with a friendly smile. Philza has done it before, when Missa wakes up early. That’s how Missa knows he’ll do it again.

Thus, Missa can hardly breathe—his breaths have to be the slow in-out of sleep. He can’t so much as twitch, either. He has to keep quiet and play dead or else he’ll be found out. Seen. Caught living the lie.

“Husband,” Philza calls him. They’re not married. They share a bed. They’re hardly ever in it at the same time. They have a son and a daughter. Neither of them know Missa very well. Philza has had an extra set of armor and a skull on his backpack for months, waiting for Missa. Missa doesn’t even know Philza’s last name.

Philza is a good man and a good friend—and Missa doesn't deserve him. Still, he takes what he can get. Curls around it. Hoarding every innocent kindness Philza extends like a starving creature: the generosity of a backpack fully stocked with equipment; the trust Philza places in Missa to watch the kids when he’s asleep; and now, the courtesy of not moving his hip from Missa’s forehead to ensure his “sleeping” isn’t disturbed. Missa clutches all of these little offerings in his greedy claws and hugs them into his chest, even as the guilt eats away at him.

Because, regardless of the lack of mutual feeling, he loves Philza. He loves him so, so much, and that is why he is doomed. He can’t afford to lose what little he has. He can’t cross that line. 

So Missa lies beside Philza, forehead pressed against Philza’s hip, pretending to sleep so he can imagine that they’re not just lying in bed together, but lying in bed, together; and later, when Missa truly wakes, he will sit on his side of the bed and look at Philza’s face soft with sleep and think about how lucky he is that he still has a side-of-the-bed to begin with.

Missa doesn’t mean to drift off. When it starts to happen, he’s hopelessly torn between shaking himself awake and thus giving himself away, or remaining how he is, silently fending off the inevitable. In the end, Missa clings to that scritch-scratch sound of Philza’s pencil on the paper for as long as he can before the fog at last pulls him under. 

Eventually, he dreams. In fact, he dreams of the calloused fingers he dreams of every night, hands like his own, an artist of Death, cradling and shading the contours of his face—a softness dashing charcoal across his jaw, and over his cheekbones, and perhaps on his lips, too, if he’s lucky. Defining every edge of him.

~*~

A deep sigh. Phil stops sketching as Missa shifts in his sleep. He tilts his head up so that the tip of his nose is now just nearly brushing against Phil’s hip. The motion disturbs the wild splay of his dark hair, revealing more of his face: eyelashes, cheeks, warmth. Tender blush of something Stygian and otherworldly. New.

Phil’s lips tilt upwards. He turns to a fresh page, and he starts again.