#and then it turned into this

[taylitruther]

Maggie reflects on it all, after the dust settles from the whole ordeal with Blackpoole and the Davids. Should she have recognized them, her husband’s team of career criminals? She had never seen their faces, true. For her, they had always been names on pages and reports. She wasn’t the one chasing them down, that was her husband.

He was the one that got to gallivant across the world, tracking down stolen IYS insured art based on info she provided him. Tracking art cases Maggie had handpicked because she thought Nate would enjoy the chase.

Some common themes came up, because Nate always seems to enjoy those chases. A lone wolf thief who has a penchant for tricky grabs. A retrieval specialist who never seems to keep the items himself for long so you’ve gotta get him in the act. Even a hacker a few times who seems to try to take just to see if he can. And of course, a grifter who seems to be popping up anywhere and everywhere, especially where IYS art is.

And then Sam got sick, and Maggie took a leave of absence and took care of him while Nate threw himself into the job. He was gone longer, going on riskier missions. And that grifter had kept popping up.

And then her son died, and everything went to shit. She went back to work but her husband lost it, quit his job, became a raging alcoholic. She has to serve him with divorce papers. She wondered if he was going to go chase that grifter, Sophie, with all his newfound free time.

Even now, even after running into him and learning about his team, she doesn’t really know what to think about him and Sophie.

Then she starts to wonder how different their lives would be, if her birth control hadn’t failed. If Sam had never been born in the first place, rather than dying too young. They had always wanted kids, but getting pregnant when she had had put her behind on the organizational ladder, left her husband to be promoted to a position to be a field investigator before her.

Would they have gone across Europe together? Chased these people, who have become her former husband’s new family?

Without Sam’s death Nate probably wouldn’t have changed sides. But now that she’s seen the injustice, she sees why he did. She did, for a while. She even entertained the idea for a moment, just one moment, of joining them. Would she and Nate have seen those injustices, changed sides themselves? Joined a crew?

Would she have that family too?

Maggie Collins takes a long sip of her wine in her empty apartment with her laptop open in front of her. No use wondering about the past. She closes out of Facebook, saddened by looking at the old, happy memories. She drains her wine, and opens up a job application she has bookmarked for a traveling art appraisal job.

There’s really nothing left for her in LA.

[lavendel081]

Astrea

Bonus: Haley buying her magazines a few months later.

[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

[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

[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.

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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.

[hauntingrabbits]

comic

[koobiie]

i feel strongly about this

[theofficialuriel]

summary of act 1

[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.

[cyberphuck]

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[insomniac-arrest]

over-psychoanalyzing blorbos is healthy and needed enrichment for the girlies in order to avoid over-psychoanalyzing themselves. like giving a dog a chew toy in order to redirect chewing on its hind legs

[elbiotipo]

Also I've said this before but advertising is an industry that should be considered as pointless and harmful as fossil fuels.

[mintaii]

a wandering knight, drawn to the quiet of the forest. her touch may be a blessing or a curse.

[miiilowo]

a lot of folks on this website will specifically describe people as Cis or Neurotypical to signal someone is boring/basic when I think the word they're truly looking for in their heart is "normie" but they won't say it because it makes them sound like a 4chan user