#and then i forget about it in my drafts

[themyscirah]

If Red Lantern Rankorr has 1000 haters one of them is me. If he has 100 haters I'm there. If he only has 1 hater that is me. If no one hates him I am no longer on this Earth. I hate Rankorr. Fuck that bitch

LMAOO going through my drafts rn and damn I really hated this guy. I mean I still do but idk this is funny to me

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This wine tastes like pigs blood!

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[tndo]

Bad day?

[smolerthanthediagram]

Troy and Abed 's new appaaaaartment!!

More doodles of them yay

I can't keep myself from imagining the summer where all of this is decided. The excitement and anticipation that must have come. The apartment hunting. Them both organising their stuff when they arrive.

[paperglader]

when you think about it, what was gayer? anne lister wearing black for decades on end because her lover got married to someone that wasn’t her, or alicent hightower wearing green to signal “war” for 15+ years after her situationship decided to hook up with someone else and lie about it?

[mi-spark]

pla doodle page i did in a 1am–7am frenzy + smth that was originally intended to be anniversary art

[mossy-paws]

I miss clementine. I miss vinestaff's adopted creature. Could we see some new clementine. I just want to give the cuty a second hug.

(Bias towards the past? what's that :) )

funny enough! Guess what I’ve been forgetting to post for quite some time now :)

[fisheito]

Remember when yaku just showed up in the snowy mountains with his custom snake oven mitts , ready to make wilderness soup

[minpage]

The Three Hunters

Some sketches from a few months ago :)

[oceanwithouthermoon]

okok let me finally do my analysis on kusuke and makoto parallels like ive talked about a thousand times (obvious warning that im gonna talk about incest, and also that im gonna be talking about a gag manga in a serious light so if that upsets you just go away ✌️)... yippee, perverted older brothers with unhealthy dynamics with their powerful younger siblings analysis!!

the most obvious parallel is in their interactions with the others sibling. they literally have the same exact meeting, they both go from being fake nice to "my sibling is special and youre not worthy of them"

not included in pictures but also note that kusuo got rid of makoto by calling on kokomi and kokomi got rid of kusuke by calling on her fans

"the second hes distracted, LETS GO"

"we're the only ones who can match up to each other"

kusukes idea of kusuo being inhuman also influences the way this is treated i think- he tells kokomi that marrying a beautiful man will suit her best and that kusuo is above that kind of thing (aka actual romantic and aesthetic attraction), and it seems that being the only ones who can measure up to each other is probably the closest, in his eyes, that kusuo can get to love (confirmed in my opinion by the marriage/engagement symbolism a few pictures down⬇️). thats why he thinks theyre the only ones worthy of each other even if he doesnt see kusuo in the exact same way as makoto sees kokomi. if that makes any sense :p these are obviously already parallel on surface level, but id say theyre even more similar if you look deeply into it

"i know everything youre thinking" and "everyone else looks like monkeys to me"

associating their sibling with heaven/god

a certain fixation on their sibling's body... top two are specifically them trying to see their sibling naked without consent

? not sure how to describe this. implications of engagement/marriage? this use of an explicitly romantic symbol actually confuses me in kusukes case but thats not really relevant here...

theyre the reason their sibling cant relax or be themself even at home... also note that kusuo specifically says that kusuos masochism (which i guess in some contexts masochism can be non-sexual but in this situation, since kusuke is canonically a pervert and there are several implications and allusions to sexual pleasure, it obviously means he gets SEXUAL pleasure from pain/humiliation) is the main reason he doesnt like him. likewise, kokomi is bothered by makotos overprotective and overbearing nature, though unfortunately she doesnt seem to be aware of his sister complex and thinks hes just being an annoying big brother.

not necessarily something that can be captured in a picture but theres also the fact that they both have pretty perfect lives but are still obsessed with their sibling and only their sibling, its all they really care about and their entire lives depend on them.

makoto is extremely attractive, charming when hes trying to be, and is a famous actor... he clearly gets girls. but he doesnt want any of them because hes stuck in his obsession with kokomi, shes the only girl he wants and its ruined his perception of other girls. he believes hes the only one that can be right for kokomi and touch her, and that likewise kokomi is the only girl he can be with. her presence dictates his life, he skips work just to follow her around and prevent her from getting involved with other guys. we only see maybe a few sentences from him where he isnt talking about kokomi, even when hes on tv.

kusuke is an attractive and charming genius, easily pulls girls, cambridge graduate, and is the favorite child in his family. but none of that matters, it only sets him apart from other humans and gives him a skewed perspective of anyone who isnt kusuo. he believes kusuo is the only person he can get that sadomasochistic pleasure from, and kusuo is the reason he developed it in the first place and he specifically seeks him out and coerces him into it. he really only cares about his family, theyre the only people in the world that are worth anything in his eyes, and his only interactions with anyone else have been using them as tools to get to kusuo. his life goal is (or was, before the end of cat tank arc) defeating kusuo. he has cameras in his familys house that hes presumably constantly watching, implied by him being ALREADY watching before his parents even called him about kusuos limiter.

[cod-fishing]

TF141 as minor war gods

God of Perseverance Ghost. God of resiliency, of choosing to keep going, despite all of the odds. When Ghost becomes a god, he is genuinely surprised. It takes him time to step into the role, feel like it truly is his calling. But over and over, people call on him in their darkest hour, needing a reason to continue - and he finds that he understands them. He can’t offer them a reason, not really. Lord knows there were many times he didn’t have any reason to keep going, except sheer stubbornness. But he finds it - a well in his soul, overflowing - so when moral is low, when the soldiers are beat down, Ghost touches them, and gives them the strength to keep going.

God of Accuracy Soap. Need an op to go perfectly? Need absolute precision? Soap is your god. When the stakes are high and cleanliness close to godliness is needed, Johnny MacTavish shows up on the battlefield, tilting each sniper shot just so, willing blows hard and fast, keeping everyone’s mind sharp. When he becomes a god, he takes to it like fish to water. He doesn’t question why him, just lives in the moment. It’s like he was born for this, to show the way, the perfect way. He loves being called upon, loves being able to help.

God of the Ends Justifying the Means Price. He doesn’t particularly like how often he is called upon. Hates it, in fact, absolutely despises how terrorists and dictators call upon him just as often as those trying to do a little good in the world. He often can’t decide if it’s a gift or a punishment for the way he lived his life…but he does what he can. Tips the odds in favor of the good, even if he has to make a deal with a few evil bastards along the way.

God of Bravery Gaz. He often works side-by-side with the others, making sure they’re never too lonely. As Ghost grants the will to keep going, Gaz doses out bravery alongside it, turning bitter defeat into rays of hope. With Gaz by his side, Soap’s gift of precision has even steadier hands. As Price counsels those who need to make a hard decision, Gaz helps them make the right call, no matter how difficult. He was unbelievably shy when he first became a god. But true to his calling, the first time he was needed he suited up and showed up, and was shocked at how much of a difference he could make. He is the trumpet song, the heart of every soldier, beating in time. Intertwined with the rest of the former 141, he keeps them linked and as effective as ever.

[andr0nap]

traveling on thomaback 🪶

[ping-ski]

You mentioned an ex-wife for the sugar daddy au, what's up with that whole thing if you don't mind me asking??

(Also will this be an y/n au or not for context???)

ok ok so..! i call her ex-wife, literally just so i can make the "i miss my wife tails" joke but more accurately she's actually his ex-fiancée! now im trusting myself not to share too much because eventually i wanna write this all out:

This is a y/n au!! They have a tiny bit of established lore that I'm reusing from what was initially a separate au that I combined with the sugar daddy au 'cause why not? I've been meaning to share some doodles I have for them but I've had no time/motivation

Now, I'm waving my hand vaguely here for this next bit: Eclipse only got into sugaring/sugar dating AFTER he and his ex-fiancée broke things off for good. It wasn't on good terms and there wasn't much of a proper goodbye from either. He's grateful that Atlas was too young to understand it or know what was happening; with his ex-fiancée gone, Eclipse had to be both "mom" and "dad" for the kid.

Sugar dating, for Eclipse, is a means to scratch that itch for companionship and intimacy- even if only superficial. It makes the loneliness sting a bit less for him. Of course, he still desires to be in a genuine relationship! Though it doesn't help that when his personal feelings do get involved, he gets hurt every time.

By the time y/n comes into the picture, Eclipse will have been sugaring for a while.

AAA I FORGOT ABOUT THIS IN MY DRAFTS IM SO SORRY </3 i have a terrible habit of losing asks in my drafts because i try to answer these between jobs oof

[bethrnoora]

[seokmattchuus]

ZB1 Reaction to you wanting to try cock warming

A/n: Gifs are not it. But there's only so much out there to work with. Fight me.

- Requested -

Jiwoong: *Started because you were going on about how 'men have no control' when it comes to pussy power.*

"And you thought I'd be begging." He chuckled in your ear. "How cute is that?"

Hao: *His hips can't help but jerk every now and then. He's really trying here, but c'mon.*

"Oh, shit." He chuckled as his grip on your waist tightened. "I really need to learn how to tell you 'no'."

Hanbin: *Thinks he can do it just to regret it after two minutes because of course you're teasing.*

"Fight me," He groaned as you told him to stop moving. "It's not my fault."

Matthew: *Is 100% serious about sticking to the plot because he was enjoying it. You even tell him to move but he's so content with doing nothing.*

"You've been doing so well, though." He chuckled teasingly. "So, no. I don't think I will."

Taerae: *You've 'accidentally' clenched too many times for him to think straight but he's not entirely complaining.*

"This is starting to feel like a trap." He rasped out as you clenched around him again. "I can't stand you."

Ricky: *It started as an innocent suggestion and turned into a bet. That he's never going to let you win. A whole cheater.*

"Giving up already?" He smiled sadistically as he shifted to press into you. "It hasn't even been that long."