#and then it turned into this

[chloeplayz]

“And we have our winner!!”

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“… how did the guy with no friends win?”

[lavendel081]

Astrea

Bonus: Haley buying her magazines a few months later.

[introspectivememories]

I FORGOT I EVEN SENT THAT ASK AND YOUR RESPONSE HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK OHMSYGODDFJDJ

I seriously love your writing so much you always put a heap of emotion into it 😭😭

also adore the idea of TIM being the one who's obsessed with bear and going to such lengths just to keep seeing him, I tend to prefer happy endings so I like to think they work it out after a while but like also the angst is amazing

god the amount of yearning in this au makes me so mmmpfhhhf

god im just so sorry that it took me soo long to reply!!! you sent just as i was taking my break from tumblr and other social media :(((

i remember reading it and thinking to myself "god if i had the timbern brainworms, i could write smth for this" but then recently they've been coming back and i was a church bored out of my mind when i was like "hmmm maybe i should respond?"

and ohhh my god, when i first got it, i immediately thought about how toxic it could get and like, personally, i feel like i can't write complicated characters? if that makes sense? to me, im not very good at writing multi-dimensional characters. which to be fair, i never set out to become like a pulitzer prize winning author. i just do this for fun haha.

and like i knew that my answer to your ask was always gonna be toxic timbern but i didn't know if i could write it? ig??? bc like tim is a good person. he is!!! he just wants bear so badly. and it's past the initial physical attraction now.

he and bear are all grown up. he likes bear's wit and humor, well the wit and humor he gets to hear when bear doesn't know he's around. but bear wont let him in!!!! bear wont open himself up and tim's apologized!!!! he did!!! he doesn't even know what he did and he still apologized!!!!! and it changed nothing. bear doesn't talk to him or look at him or anything. nothing but polite professionalism.

and then one day, he sees bear on his balcony as he's swinging through the streets of gotham. and bear isn't doing anything special, he's just sitting there in sweats and no shirt and the moonlight hits his pecs just right and his shoulders are so broad and-

well he cant be blamed for stopping to take a peek, right? and maybe when he has has time he swings by more and more. just watching for longer and longer, until one day bear catches him. and as they stare at each other from opposite sides of the street, tim thinks this is it. the cold glances and frosty words are going to come back. bear's never gonna just sit on his balcony again. he's lost this too. but then-

oh.

bear sends him a hesitant wave and tim raises a trembling hand to wave back. and bear- well bear's mouth splits into a smile brilliant enough to rival the sun. beautiful like the sunrise. the promise of a new beginning. if he closes his eyes, tim thinks he can feel the sunlight's warm rays on him.

hes' hooked after that. he comes around again and again. one day bear lets him on the balcony. weeks later, bear's hugging him. weeks after that, tim's in bear's lap. and he knows it's not right. that bear thinks he's someone else. that bear doesnt want anything to do with him but how is he supposed to let this go? how is he supposed disentangle himself from bear's arms?

so he lies and he lies and he prays to any and every god he can think of, that he'll get to keep this. plus he's not really lying to bear, he's just... not talking about it! if bear asks, he'll tell him point blank. he swears it. but that's a problem for another day. things are looking up! bear said more than 5 sentences to him the other day and yesterday? he even got a small smile. it'll all work out. he'll be fine.

[ikeas-gayest-table]

just had what could be the most CURSED stardew au idea of all time. singing circus sort of like the greatest showman except theyre all just like fucking runaways who join the circus.

and then it got worse when i was like hey what is sebastian was hugh jackman (ringleader) and maru was zac efron (junior partner/apprentice) and their characters were the only things the same from the movie

penny and sam were like 'sibling act' acrobats. abigail breathes fire. and eats rocks. and also swallows swords. emily does fortune telling tricks and shit.

most of them are just there to be there and it's a musical too. like all they do is do silly dances and sing silly songs and travel around the world for fun. like it sounds so cursed and funny but like tbh...it sounds like a lot of fun to write

ALSO i think its worth mentioning that i was listening to rewrite the stars and i thought DAMN this would go hard as a maru/penny song. and thus, this

[partygcthered]

"In over your head, Mister Silverbough?" "I can scarcely believe my own eyes...Miraeth?" "In the slightly tampered with flesh, I'm afraid."

[not pictured: "Where is he? Where is my son?"

{a very very long silence} "They took him to moonrise, with the others."]

@bearlydruid & @partygcthered

Sometimes your best friend can become your heart's partner, the father of your child, and you can have a long life together. Other times, an evil necromancer working for an even more evil general forces your life back into you after you perished a hundred years before, and then you have to rescue your heart-partner from a dirty goblin camp and fight a giant brain together.

[noahtally-famous]

working on indescribable made me realize that priya and chase are both intense, however (as i wrote in indescribable without even realizing) they're two opposing extremes. although i didn't mean it like that when i wrote it, i ended up thinking abt it randomly. they're both extremes, they've both got intensity coiled in them, yes, but they use it for opposite purposes--hence a different take on 'opposing extremes'

so let me go on a tangent here (and fyi these are just my opinions based on their canon personalities)

(edit: heads up, my rambly self got me losing the script of what i was getting at pretty quick here 😭)

caleb's type, to me, is just ppl who are overly intense abt one thing or another and make it most if not all of their entire personality. moreover given how patiently he was ready to handle the mess that was his and priya's will-they-wont-they situation in canon, i can def see him buckling up, locking down, determined, and ready to figure chase out once he's sure the friendship/relationship is worth it like he did with priya. caleb seems, to me, the kind of guy to want to push away from the stereotypical label his physique gives him, he wants to be his own person set apart from just his appearance, which is why he embraces intensity in lovers; he wants someone who can write all over his blank slate and help him do it for himself too. i think that's why other than prileb, chaleb is, so far, the only other caleb ship that interests me; it's the contrasting similarities between both priya and chase. and it'd prob throw chase's feelings in for a loop too considering caleb's personality compared to how he's used to with emma

bc caleb and emma are both the type of ppl to give second chances, to fall hard when they do fall for someone, to be blinded (at first) by their lovers' flaws bc they care sm. they're both kind, adore animals, etc. yet the way they hold themselves is different, the aura they exude is different, the vibe of them chase is used to are different too. with emma it's more heated, with caleb...i can picture it as more mellow? even when they're arguing, it'd feel more grounded and real. and the thing is, chase is the kind of guy to live a fast-paced life so obv he isn't used to the concept of patience. emma only makes that worse (not her fault, obv, sometimes personalities clash and ofc chase was a dumbass asswipe), she has a more fiery personality that festers his own, their relationship was passionate, fiery too, constantly in that honeymoon phase, but their fights were just as quick and fiery. but while emma hates that, chase thrives on it in an unhealthy way. caleb's different, he's like the earth, he's patient and down-to-earth; despite him and emma being similar in some ways, they're different in the ways that count too, so their interactions with chase would be different as well. and tbh caleb's patience would help chase slow down at least a little, get him to better understand limits. chase's type tends to be ppl who shows him attention and reassurance (this can be seen in neg and pos connotations, looking at the chemma dynamic which was chase chasing (pun intended) after emma's attention and constantly reassuring himself in the confessional saying "she totally loves me" etc), he thinks it's also someone who is as intense as he is, but that'd be terrible for everyone all around including himself, and it takes him a while to realize it's actually the opposite. probs why the two chase ships that interest me more than the rest are chazee and chaleb

contrasting that with emma, to me her type is intensity too, who keeps her on her toes but not someone so intense that they are unapologetic abt how the line blurs between that intensity and actual emotions/reality, someone who doesn't chase that intensity all the time, who is understanding of having time for other things. this is interesting to me simply bc i have three main ships for emma and those are priyemma, emwayne, and axemma--and all three involve the other person as intense in some way (axel with her apolocaypse training, priya with her total drama craze, wayne with hockey and fairness) and i can def see some intensity chasing and that line blurring to some degree but i feel like it'd be easier for either they to rein themselves in or emma to help get them to see reason and in the end they would be apologetic to some degree. heck even bowie, her best friend, is intense as well. like attracts like with emma, but she doesn't need another chase, she wants someone intense and who likes living on the wild side a little, yeah, but someone who is also there for her emotions, who sees the world too

[didsomeonesaybuffet]

It isn’t often Dean gets to enjoy the quiet, so for now he relishes it. Feeling a warm spring breeze gracing the back of his neck and watching the cherry blossom petals dancing lazily to the sun drenched grass, which is still slick and glistening with morning dew – emerald green against the first hints of blue in the flowers that are just beginning to consider making their debut appearance for the year.

He looks up from the book he’s been pouring over – some old mushy romance novel he picked up from a yard sale a few towns back. He told Sam it was a sort of action thing; he told Cas the truth.

He lifts his face to the sun and lets the light just linger there, kissing each and every freckle as it warms him right to his core.

The Angel shifts beside him and a soft smile touches his lips. Slowly, he turns to face Cas, who is staring intently at the daisy between his index finger and thumb. Dean’s smile deepens as the warmth returns to his heart, this time without any involvement from the sun.

He fidgets, his arm brushing against Cas’, which seems to break whatever spell the daisy has on Cas, who looks at Dean with those soft blue eyes. At first he seems startled, as though he’d been as far from reality as anyone could be, but gazing into those green eyes that seem to have picked up some of the sun’s golden hues, he softens and grins.

‘Whatcha thinkin’ about, sunshine?’ Dean murmurs through his smile, all deep and honey-toned. Cas looks down at the flower in his fingers and then holds it up in front of Dean.

‘Just about the intricacy of this flower. Look at how perfect it is –‘ he passes the daisy to Dean, who holds it close to his face and considers it. ‘You see how the petals overlap? How the middle is such a bright yellow but none of the pollen stains the petals. And the very edges of the petals are pink – I just find them fascinating.’ He looks up at Dean, then, and almost forgets about the daisy as he takes in the soft way Dean considers the flower, the way the sunlight picks out each eyelash and the soft curve of Dean’s lips. Then Dean looks up at him and they share one of those smiles that makes Sam roll his eyes when he catches them.

Dean leans over and kisses Cas’ cheek before resting his head on the angel’s shoulder. He sighs deeply when Cas leans into him, inhaling the light scent of rose shampoo he’s always loved in Dean’s hair, before kissing the top of his head and relaxing into their usual relaxing-on-the-hood-of-the-car posture, which he’s sure he’d be happy to stay in forever, should the need arise.

In the back seat of the Impala, Sam looks up from the recipe book he picked up at that same yard sale (the cookies don’t sound too healthy, but they do sound good) to see why the sunlight was suddenly extinguished. He grins to himself, seeing his brother nestled into the Angel’s neck, Cas’ arm around Dean’s shoulder and their quiet mumbling carried into the car by the breeze.

‘Would you too get a room?’ He chides, holding back his laughter.

‘Shut it, bitch’ is all he gets back, but he can hear Cas’ affectionate eye roll and the smile in Dean’s voice.

Dean lifts his head from the Angel’s shoulder and rests his hand on top of Cas’, allowing their fingers to interlock a little and enjoying the way the sunlight glints off of the ring on the third finger on his left hand. ‘We should head off if we wanna make it for lunch – next town’s a couple hours away.’

Cas stands and pulls Dean with him, luring him into a tender kiss. Still smiling, he lets Dean go and walks back to the passenger door. Dean takes a moment to open his book, where he places the daisy that Cas gave him, taking one last wistful look at it before closing the pages and giving the book a gentle squeeze, hoping it would dry out nicely, just like all the others.

[greendalmatian]

comic i made by accident trying to figure out what i wanted to draw.

text transcription under the cut

WAAA I CAN'T DRAW ANYMORE NOTHING WORKS OUT

I NEVER WANT TO DRAW ANYMORE AND WHEN I FINALLY DO, I CANT. I WENT TO ART SCHOOL FOR 5 YEARS. IS THIS ITS FAULT?

IT FEELS LIKE I'M RUNNING THROUGH WET CONCRETE AND ITS RAPIDLY DRYING

I WANT ART TO BE FUN BUT I WANT MY ART TO BE GOOD PERFECT SELLABLE AMAZING I WANT TO MAKE ART TO BE SEEN AND ADMIRED AND INSPIRING AND I CAN ONLY DO THAT IF ITS PERFECT

I WANTED TO BE A FAMOUS ARTIST WHEN I GREW UP. I DON'T WANT THAT ANYMORE. I JUST WANT ART TO BE FUN. AND I WANT PEOPLE TO LIKE MY ART TOO. AND TO REMEMBER PEOPLE DO.

i feel like i haven't made any progress with my art for years. i feel like i'm not good at it at all anymore and maybe i never was. maybe i just had more confidence. I want to draw completely differently. but i feel like my heads clogged with old habits. i think those old habits look bad when i draw them now. they look good in old art.

the last time i felt like this was so long ago i handled it differently. i wasn't angry i didn't care. but art is who i am right? how can i be anything else? i think i'm in a rut again. i feel like i can't draw ever again.

but i always draw anyway. no matter what. i feel like this when i can't draw and then i go and make a piece i really like a week later. I've done this since i was 12. way before i used this character to represent me. I'll probably do this until i die.

well.

maybe i'll make a more coherent comic the next time it happens. i'll probably just go throw rocks at the ground.

[kvothes]

so true

[hauntingrabbits]

comic

[bitchfitch]

writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

[wolfythewitch]

jesus in the hades art style

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[oysters-aint-for-me]

i love adhd. i have a lot to do at work today. i take my meds. i open the word document. i immediately misspell “benzodiazepines.” i go on tumblr to post “benzodiazepenis….” for the mutualés. and then it’s 45 minutes later and ive caught up on tumblr and checked the weather and read a fic and texted an ex and ordered new pens and looked up a recipe for chicken pot pie and posted about adhd and done zero work.

[diamondnokouzai]

"the pvp on this site is brutal" "this website's hatemail game is insane" you guys werent here from 2013-2016. they shot you if you reblogged from someone who reblogged from someone who liked kill la kill.

in fact i disabled reblogs on this post on november 14 2024 because i FUCKING HATE DREAM DADDY and im sick of seeing it in tags in my notifs.