#Which is. Idk there's a shift

[skunkes]

wanted to draw the sleep chart for some reason

[heartnosekid]

purple glossy starling (lamprotornis purpureus) | adlerstudios on ig

[quibbs126]

You know, it’s funny how these two are both considered iconic versions of their series’ characters, meant to be cool and evil and intimidating

But in reality they’re kind of pathetic losers who can’t get over their exes and are way too obsessed with killing their rivals, to the point where it’s honestly detrimental to their causes

And they both came out around similar times too

[bad1dimagines]

how's everyone feeling today?? It's been my calmest, least outwardly-emotional day. It's starting to sink in now but I'm still just at a such a loss. I keep refreshing my dash - idk what I'm even expecting to see. It feels like part of me is missing. 1d were/are such a big part of my identity and it feels shattered with Liam gone. I almost feel like I don't know what to do with myself. People used to talk about one direction being over all the time, but this has made me realize that they weren't over. And now it feels like they really are. It feels like something was ripped out of my hands. I am grateful to be able to come on here and be "around" people who are also going through it. It's made it a little easier. I hope you're all holding up okay.

[sugarskies]

does it sound dramatic if i admit i lowkey headcanon that bob's muscles give him some level of body dysmorphia, particularly during his lows, because he's so NOT used to being muscular. like, it's scientific fact that meth can have significant effects on muscle tissue. even if bob did work out a lot, and i don't imagine he did, he would probably struggle to build much muscle mass at all. and then one day he wakes up and he's fucking ripped. maybe it looks good to most people but i just feel like it would be so fundamentally not him he wouldn't even recognize himself in the mirror. and it bothers him because he has the "perfect" body and he should be grateful and sometimes he is but he really just wants look like himself again

[reality-of-woes]

Best part about shifting is that the people you love are literally like. Specifically predestined by you to end up finding you one way or another. It's like you called out for them over some vast expanse of ocean and they found you because how could they not and honestly?? That's very lovely to me

[shannonsketches]

thinking about gohan and vegeta and how their bond is underrated

the difference in their reactions to each other 😭

Gohan being the first one to step between Vegeta and Certain Death, twice, without an ounce of hesitation, and Vegeta saving him back despite his feelings about battle intervention.

Vegeta knowing Gohan's the best of all of them

Vegeta and Gohan both born prodigies assigned an unfair amount of responsibility to be Great and be a Saiyan Messiah(tm) way too young by a stubborn and proud if not (relatively) well-meaning father who didn't see any other option and I just think Gohan doesn't get enough credit as like. The first serious muscle behind Geets' personal growth.

[chiarrara]

One of the most important things to practice in analyzing or even appreciating media is placing that media in the appropriate historical context.

For example, it is incredibly short-sighted to criticize Revolutionary Girl Utena for being formulaic and reusing animation sequences based on preferences and standards from the 2020s, but it's also incredibly short-sighted to only rebut that the repetitiveness is thematic when it was animated in 1997 and directed by a guy who worked on Sailor Moon.

[degenerateshinji]

Hi, random anon here to tell you that you’re my favorite fanfic author rn and I love your link click fics so so much

HIIII THATS SO KIND OF YOUUU im studying rn so i cant draw a little blorbo like i usually do but heres some older drawings from my math notes they're cheering me on as i go

[chootaminute]

miraaaaaa

[dovesick]

hexoween 2: gatekeeper of the underworld

[ki1ldeer]

I forget a lot that Emmeline can shape shift and they’re a menace about it and that’s like so fun I love shape shifters

[s0m3b0dy2u]

whoever said to look at listings for houses for ur dr was lowk genuis??? idk why i didnt do this sooner

[king-lena]

i’m literally losing my mind over this post i saw the other day where someone said that roger somehow gets more attractive to them every time they see him and that the first time they saw him they thought he was “kind of ugly” but now they think he’s the most beautiful thing in the world and like the wording was just so fucking funny to me for some reason like it’s sending me rn help AKSJDJSJQKWJSKW

[fishyartist]

[swiiivet-screamathon]

As the two wait for Pv to return Cacao decides to pull a book and pen out, beginning to write something out. Smilk does quite the valiant attempt at not getting curious and immediately floating over to get a peek at it, just almost a full minute! Almost a new personal record :p

To his surprise though it seems that Cacao wasn't writing anything at all, but had instead started sketching the figure on a painting hung across them with very messy strokes.

"I don't quite appreciate the spying."

Smilk glares at Cacao but does back away, slinking into the crevices' of the ceiling.

Though he can't keep himself quiet for terribly long.

"Why are you drawing?"

Cacao takes a gentle but deep, noticeable breath before answering.

"Why do you?"

"I'm an artisté! Playwright, poet, actor-- It's what I do. You do walls and stuff not art."

"You seem quite concerned about people's roles."

"Every good play needs their actors to fulfil their roles; and I don't think I'd hire someone who gets easily distracted and toying around with the set."

"I don't think I'd agree that my resolution is undermined just because I'm pursuing another hobby."

"Your 'hobby' doesn't seem very productive in terms of protecting your precious kingdom."

Cacao swiftly places his pen within the pages of the book and closes it before placing it on his lap, following another breath.

"Do you have any interest in understanding?"

The question seems to illicit something unexpected in Smilk but he recovers quickly.

"I wasn't aware you took me for that kind of fool; should tell him my feelings are hurt due to that! Dramatic faint"

"I've got a story to tell, if you've got an open mind for it."

"Really? You've got a story? Cooked it up whilst placing those bricks down? Better make it entertaining."

He grunts to the demand, unclear on whether he will oblige or not.

"There once was a beaver and a crow. As the beaver would work on its dam it would idly listen to the crow. Each and every day the crow would sit atop its tree and announce that it would fulfil all their greatest wishes. And it wasn't lying, everyone did get what they wanted. The rat had wished for a container to collect rainwater, fearing for its safety if it tried to drink from the nearby river. This did not bother the beaver, the rat had been a nuisance to it and was glad it would not impede its dam any longer. The wolf had wished for a woven basket so it could entrap its prey, so it wouldn't need to hunt for food. This did not bother the beaver, as not only did it know that the wolf would not place the trap on its dam, it also knew that it wouldn't have to risk falling prey to one by leaving the dam; for it was already filled with all the delicious food it could ever want. The rabbit wished for an item from the nearby campsite, fascinated by the cookies there but too threatened to go near. This did not bother the beaver, the small box that rattled when shaken seemed like nothing more than a simple trinket to the beaver, nothing that could endanger the dam."

Smilk was taken aback by the genuine story being told. He had gone from surprised to genuinely invested, lowering himself down closer to the ground to get a good look at Cacao's face. He wasn't miming any of his actions and told it expressionlessly with the intonations rarely fluctuating, but him telling the story at all was interesting enough.

"The next day, the beaver heard something new. The crow was speaking to the rabbit, who had asked for all these dried leaves to have been swept away, as it was so small that it could get lost in them if not dealt with, but the crow denies its wishes, 'After so long of fulfilling wishes it was merely yesterday when I've been left with no nest. I've now learnt that wishes do more harm than good.' the crow replied. This did not bother the beaver, for the leaves simply assisted with the structural integrity of the dam. Soon the wolf returned, asking for a place to rest after having fed on a grand meal, but the crow denied it, 'Wishes cause more harm than good.' the crow replied. This did not bother the beaver, the dam was spacious inside, a perfect home. At the end of the day the rat pleads with the crow, it must find a heat source quickly, for it may not survive another cold night, but the crow denied it, 'Wishes cause more harm than good.' the crow replied. This did not bother the beaver, its dam was always the perfect temperature every night."

He had sat back down on the bench they'd been waiting on, completely engrossed in the fable.

"The beaver woke up the next day, hearing nothing at all. This alluded the beaver and it left its dam to see what had happened to the crow and other animals. When it left its dam it looked out at the barren, gray wasteland. All the trees were blackened as the night, the dead leaves dusted in the wind, the little box opened to reveal some tiny, burnt twigs inside. There was no crow in sight, there were no other animals in sight, but most horrifically; there were no more sticks or branches for the dam left in sight."

As he finishes the tale he picks up his book and tucks it into his cloak whilst standing up, having spotted Pv peeking in from one of the doorways as to not interrupt.

Smilk watches him walk off before glancing over to the painting from earlier.