#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?

[mi-spark]

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

[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?

[nymika-arts]

i don’t think i ever posted all of these so here’s the whole set <3

(available as keychains and stickers in my shop!)

[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 🪶

[bethrnoora]

[doctorspaceman]

the blue(print) period

[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."

[vynnyal]

This is a pretty good point in the wip to share this, methinks :]

Map part for the hole dwelling map, starring... Not my ocs! I wanted to use ocs, but I don't have any-- so I just used the characters from a fic I was reading at the time 😂

Turns out, the symbolism was so much fun to twist into the 11 seconds I had to work with, I ended up going way more complex than I meant to. If you wanna read the fic this was based on, please do!! And tell the author I said hi! :D

[wannabe-f-f-friends]

Lol so which one of them is supposed to be Untamed? Because all I see is WWX getting tied up, dragged around, and taken home.

[suchine-toki]

Top 10 Gintaka moments

(Arranged chronologically because it was too difficult to choose. Spoilers ahead.)

1. Takasugi's laugh

After many encounters challenging the dojo, Gintoki sees Takasugi laugh for the first time, which becomes a core memory of his, a symbol of how things used to be and what he wants to preserve (ch. 517).

2. The promise

Surrounded by enemies, Takasugi asks Gintoki why he decided to join the war, to which Gintoki replies that, like him, it was not for a noble cause. At this, Takasugi recognizes that the two are good-for-nothing warriors, but asks Gintoki to take care of their sensei in case he dies. Likewise, Gintoki asks Takasugi to stay alive (ch. 516).

3. Gintoki's tears

Right after their sensei's death, Takasugi furiously runs towards Gintoki until, for a split second, he sees him crying. This becomes the last thing he saw with his left eye, a core memory that reminds him of the pain and grief they experienced (ch. 520).

4. Reunion at the festival

After 10 years of not seeing each other, Takasugi sneaks up behind Gintoki and threatens him with his sword, commenting on how easy it was and that he has become weak. He also tells him about his plan to kill the Shogun, claiming that within him there is a black beast that seeks revenge. At the same time, he confronts Gintoki for looking away from the past, making him unable to understand his feelings. To this, Gintoki responds that it's a shame that he underestimated him, which can be read in both a physical and emotional sense. It's assumed that they separate without another word (chs. 30-31).

5. They were the same

During a conversation with Nobume, Oboro asks her if Gintoki and Takasugi look like their sensei, to which she answers no, that the true resemblance was between them, since both had eyes full of sadness. As she says that, Gintoki and Takasugi can be seen passing each other, but only the former turns around to check that the latter is gone. It's worth mentioning that Gintoki warned Takasugi to be careful if he saw him walking down the street in chapter 97, but in the end he decided to not do anything (ch. 398).

6. Confession and realization

After their fight, with both of them on the floor, tired and full of injuries, Takasugi opens up to Gintoki about his suffering. He confesses to him that his face was the last thing he saw before losing his left eye, how devastating it was to see him cry, and the enormous survivor's guilt he feels, because he understands how much Gintoki loved Shouyo. To this, Gintoki responds that he didn't choose him, but simply knew what was important to theirsensei, thus lifting the burden from Takasugi's shoulders. Not only that, but Gintoki also confesses that, despite everything, he continues to see him as a fellow disciple of the Shouka Sonjuku and a comrade, whose soul he will protect (ch. 520).

7. Sword exchange

After a long coma, Takasugi awakens in Rakuyo and throws his sword to save Bansai. Likewise, Gintoki launches his bokuto to save Shinpachi, leaving them both unarmed. This is when they decide to take each other's sword and protect what is important to the other, reinforcing the message that a sword is made to protect the soul, and on other occasions that it even embodies it. Afterwards, they pass through hordes of enemies in order to see each other again, defending the other from an imminent attack and retrieving their weapon while locking eyes and making snarky remarks (ch. 573).

8. Pep talk

While everyone on Earth seems defeated, Gintoki hears a familiar voice over the radio. Hundreds of kilometers, far up in space, Takasugi tells him that they have everything under control and encourages him to continue fighting. Likewise, Gintoki assures him that on his side they haven't lost yet, and playfully encourages him, asking if he has already been reduced to junk. Despite being injured, Takasugi tells him to be ready when he comes for him, to which Gintoki smiles (ch. 650).

9. Let's rescue sensei

The greatest tragedy in Takasugi's life is not only the death of his teacher, but also that Gintoki had to be the one to kill him. Aware that he has little left to live, he admits that now he can be a little more honest with what he really wants to do. After fighting Gintoki as a way to punish himself, he's now able to recognize that he wishes to fight alongside him, while also wanting to alleviate his suffering by sharing the burden of his actions that day. Upon hearing this, the serious expression on Gintoki's face turns to astonishment at being able to achieve mutual understanding and once again have a common goal that is deeply personal to both of them (ch. 682).

10. Born under the same star

While Gintoki's eyes reflect the despair he feels at having to strike Takasugi's body, he remembers their childhood together. Gintoki fought very hard to protect everyone, but Takasugi fought even harder to protect him, and although Gintoki was definitely not ready to lose him, Takasugi was content with the idea that he had prevented him from killing their sensei once more. Knowing that he has little time left, it's Gintoki's turn to be more sincere. He embraces Takasugi and reassures him, acknowledging that he did indeed manage to protect him and that he wished they could have drunk together more often. But Takasugi tells Gintoki he doesn't want to hear him like this and he asks him not to send him off with a sad face. Mustering willpower, Gintoki smiles and tells him to wait for him in hell, which becomes the last sight from Takasugi's right eye as he smiles back before dying. No longer able to restrain his emotions, Gintoki weeps as he watches the sunset (ch. 703).

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[b4kuch1n]

hahaha wheee haha