#as usual i forgot what i was saying lmao

[misterbitches]

another fav:

you can see how annoyed jack is over this request. annoyed seems like a weird word. disappointment, frustration, anger, irritation. exhaustion. i was half expecting him to say, “i’m so tired of having to forgive people.”

i do think it was a bit too wide of a net cast with regards to jack’s anger (joke was just a small part of a bigger issue) but what we can understand, especially by episode 4, is how much people let jack down or simply abandon him. his parents leaving in the most brutal way, his guiding force and only male influence betraying him and fucking with his life, this boy he thought he knew fucking with his head and sacrificing himself for 5y.

none of those are small things. and i love how they handled forgiveness—jack didn’t forgive him. the whole scene is great (minus how clearly hot the coach was and idk why they made him keep that on). jack is frustrated, he’s confused, he’s just surviving. when he says he feels empty…he is. yin rly got that across for me esp when he was just listening to what the coach had to say. the emotion through the coolness shows us how genuine he is but also how..well yea, empty.

the visual cramping in the apartment buildings remind me of him. there’s too much to hold in one space and people could fix it but instead pile in more things. jack will burst. there’s this stagnancy to the place they exist in (the city) like nothing changes, no one gets out, there’s no point in struggling just let the misery we know will come, come. it’s so dry but suffocates. you can feel the heat (not only bc THEY DONT DRESS PROPERLYYYY) and stiffness. idk a lot of affectual-visual cues. a lot of thoughts.

anyway tl dr i liked that

[basslinegrave]

pin-up

b&w originals

[sen-ya]

Sennnnnnn I don’t know if you’ve already addressed this before, but can we get a height check between the idiot captains??

Also also- I think it’s super funny that you literally made so much content you had to go and get a different website just to document it all out, that’s insane! Keep up the amazing content! Indulge your silliness!!

Two idiots over time!!

Also also, tysm that warmed my silly heart 😭❤️

[daipeanutsaiban]

A Victorian couple. (Leyendecker redraw)

[hiddencircus]

hi okay requests are open! six slots! be nice pls pls and read the rules etc if you haven't before, lets gooo

[morrigan-sims]

How tf do people light outdoor renders???? Especially at night???? Someone save me. I'm dying over here, and it looks terrible.

[lily-ohfally]

WoL QotD: How is your WoL/OC with PDA? Do they shy away from it or are they very affectionate in public without a second thought? Whether to their friends, family or lover(s)?

Follow up: What's their limit? Is hand holding too much or will they straight up just smooch their partner in public?

[keeps-ache]

💫💥today💥💫 i start learning blender >:| !!

[chrisbangs]

[chikoyama]

continued from this | @opalchoi

The corners of her mouth remained uplifted in her usual gentle smile once Chiyori observed Opal-chan reanimate after her display of affection. Chiyori was aware that Opal-chan had a tendency to disconnect from the world, so seeing her zap back to reality like that wasn’t exactly novel, but watching her become flustered was cute regardless. “Oh, I- okay..” she returned, smiling still, though couldn't help but feel a little rejected once the other turned down her offer to help.

When the pinkette proceeded to tumble down — clumsy as usual — Chiyori instinctively took a step backward to prevent herself from getting tangled in her friend’s fall. Her brows arched in half surprise, half concern, and she was about to extend her hand toward her friend. However, Opal-chan seemed to be up on her feet again before Chiyori could actually offer her any assistance.

Luckily, though, Opal-chan didn’t seem to be badly hurt, and with a smile of relief, Chiyori mirrored the finger heart gesture. "You know, I'm always here to help you, Opal-chan," she returned before her hand fell back to its natural rest at her side.

Casting her eyes downward, Chiyori considered the question about her day for a moment. “It was… okay,” she shrugged, not sure if there was anything new to bring up. Her day had been as per usual — not really bad, but not amazing either. Studying to become a nurse wasn’t exactly a struggleless journey. Like most things in life, it had its own ups and downs.

Amber eyes landed back on the pinkette once Chiyori remembered why she’d come to visit her friend at the coffee bar today. “Ah, Opal-chan, I saw they offered a good deal on clothes at the mall this week." With both hands holding onto the strap of her bag, Chiyori tilted her head sideways. "Would you have time to go shopping with me one of the coming days?”

[todayisafridaynight]

I keep seeing those "character without trauma" depictions and they seem like fun but I can't really picture it for most of The Faves... I guess Arakawa would've stayed an actor and Mine would've stayed at his company (or who knows, maybe he would've pursued baseball instead to begin with), but other than that I'm coming up blank...

its hard to imagine traumaless depictions when A Good Portion Of Characteristics are a product of trauma tbf 👁️💋👁️

[six-of-ravens]

okay, after a failed start this morning I woke up about half an hour ago, felt good enough to eat food, and I'm hoping that doing so won't make me have to lie down again...

[gillipop-plus]

it's fascinating that you saw a disabled man say he literally cannot vote & decided that you know better, he must be lying & voting for a third party. jesus christ

i deleted the reblog and apologized. twice. the ignorance wasn't willfull, it was genuine. i misunstood what voter disenfranchisement meant, i thought it meant "feeling distant from the concept of voting". i never said he was lying, i misunderstood his words. im sorry, i really am. i fell for tumblr's argument that there are people on tumblr who aren't willing to vote because of stubbornness and i was excited to set someone right. im taking a break from tumblr now so i don't fucking. say something like that again. i promise there was nothing malicious in my words. also id guess im just about as likely to be ableist irl, although im bad at calling people out who i genuinely believe are in the wrong, especially irl so im probably less likely to actually. say something about it.

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

author's note to this post i guess!

i don't think izzy does this on purpose. yes i know the penultimate paragraph where i wrote abt izzy listening when ed said the "turn your enemies' worst fear against them" line kind of makes it sound like that's what i was trying to say here. but i don't actually think izzy was pulling strings like this because 1. izzy is not smart enough to plan ahead that far and 2. izzy doesn't realize how much ed cares about stede so he doesn't realize that stede dying is ed's worst fear.

this is post was not me saying that izzy has been masterminding getting ed into his "custody" from the very beginning of the show this was literally just me connecting lines of dialogue and narrative themes and parallels in a way that sounded pretty. ed's line about how fear = ownership has its greatest thematic relevance when it comes to izzy, who threatens ed when he's at his lowest and who wants nothing more than to own and be owned by blackbeard.

but that's only really on a meta level, when it comes to themes and shit. on a very basic story level, on a "how does this character think and feel" level, izzy's not consciously trying to own ed, and he's definitely not plotting how to get ed under his control from the very beginning. on a character level, all izzy's doing is scrambling wildly to try and get his boss to be who he wants him to be.

but like. thematically. you peel back literally just one layer of the text, and it's what @meanmisscharles said here:

Something something ownership and colonization of bodies and people happening parallel to that of colonizing land. The individual scale in contrast to the societal one, something.

ed telling ghost stories, saying, "turn your enemies' worst fear against them, you'll own them," as izzy glares down at him disapprovingly. ed talks about how he’s not able to feel fear, but what he’s saying is that blackbeard can't be owned.

lucius, smirking: "see? we dont own each other." izzy doesn't see. izzy doesn't understand. what's the point if you don't own each other? all izzy wants is to own and be owned, to possess something (someone) in his clenched fists and hold on until the bitter end. if izzy can’t be at the top (and he can’t, he’s no match for ed and he never will be), if he can’t be the most powerful man at sea, then at least he can dedicate his life to the man who is, and in turn he can own part of that man. at least izzy can have a piece of blackbeard, the part hidden behind the curtain, by being the only one to call him ed.

there are two times when edward, terrified, is standing on the sidelines as stede faces death: the duel with izzy, and the act of grace. and it’s no coincidence that and izzy is the catalyst of both these scenarios. first in challenging stede, setting the terms, and fully trying to kill stede by running him through, and then by going to the british to strike a deal. yes, his plan was to get ed out of there, but that doesn't matter, does it? izzy took the risk, izzy made the plans, and izzy is directly responsible for the result. and the result is that once again, ed watches in terror as stede almost dies.

(“fear is the most powerful emotion,” he’d said. he watches as four rifles take aim at a blindfolded man, and ed has never been so afraid in his life)

badminton says, "a friend of the crown has prevailed upon me to remand you to his custody.” his custody. his custody.

custody: immediate charge and control exercised by a person or an authority. there is custody as in care or guardianship (as if ed is a child who needs to be monitored, an insane shell of a man who can’t take care of himself, can't captain a ship), or there is custody as in imprisonment.

turn your enemies' worst fear against them, you'll own them.

izzy was listening when ed said that. izzy was watching ed share ghost stories with stede and his crew. owning your enemies by turning their fear against them is something he’s familiar with, something he’s seen ed do countless times.

but izzy doesn’t want to own his enemies. he wants to own blackbeard. he wants to own ed.

[u3pxx]

ah, dungeon food... delicious in dungeon!

1 | 2 | 3 | one out of three dungeon meshi illustrations i did for a class! 🍲🐲

id in alt text | like this art? it's a print, here! | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!

hi there! this is actually the first illustration i finished out of the three but i decided to post the falin one first because it seemed fitting when the dragon episode came out pftt

and since a while has passed, i'm very happy to say that i got a high grade for the mock covers i did! which i'm really happy for since ngl, the venn diagram of "drawings for school that i got a high grade for" and "drawings for school that i'm actually proud of" is very, very small lmao

to save time, i had to forgo coloring in the lines for this drawing which gives it a fair amount of contrast, while i still enjoy looking at it, i wonder what it would look like if i softened it with colored lineart.

i used a different pen for inking this and i was actually surprised at how quick i was! if you don't know, i love doing lineart but i usually am terribly slow at it, inking this one was a pretty fast ordeal!

i streamed this over on the klapollomb server as i was drawing it and i just distinctly remember that after the flats stage and onto shading it: i paused, pen in my hand, looking at the screen with a blank look before i typed into voice chat in all caps, "I FORGOT HOW I RENDER" ASKSKSK

it's been a while since i've actually drawn anything digital that's like, a fullass piece, so yeah 😭 i can forget sometimes. i've been doing trad art for school for like 2 years straight now so the moment i got the opportunity to do digital art i went all out lol

[moonstruckme]

What if you wrote something with like... Poly EMT marauders or poly doctor marauders.. with a reader who is a type 1 diabetic, but is horrible at managing it. So like... Their omnipod or dexcom expires and they just don't realize it. As to why? Idk, like they're forgetful or maybe they were just diagnosed with it recently? Whatever sounds more interesting to you lmao

Thanks for requesting! Funnily enough I got this request the same week my uncle was in the icu with a blood sugar of over 1000 (the highest the paramedics said they'd ever seen!) so this was one of the only emt marauders drabbles I've ever done where I didn't actually have to do a bunch of research because I already knew about it haha

cw: diabetes, reader is impaired/faint, mention of needle

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 628 words

The television blurs in front of you. You have the vague impression that you used to know what was happening in this show, but now you can hardly tell one character from another. A hand touches your face, sweeping hair away from your eyes and scratching nicely at your scalp. 

“Getting tired, dove?” 

You hum. 

“Want to go to bed early?” 

“I think I could sleep here on the couch,” you admit. 

For a moment, there’s no reply. You feel the couch shift, and then a hand is gently turning your chin, directing you towards three concerned faces. It always makes you shy, being at the center of their combined attention, but right now the usual effects don’t feel as intense. 

“Are you feeling okay?” James asks you. 

“Yeah, I’m just tired.”

Later, you’ll learn you’d been slurring terribly. 

“Where’s your phone, baby?” Sirius starts looking for it as you try to recall. He finds it before you can, clicking it open and tapping at the screen until he finds what he’s looking for. “Her blood sugar’s at 300.” 

Remus’ brows push close together. “How’d that happen, hm?” he asks you. The sleeve of your pajama top gets pushed down. “Where’s your pod?” 

You blink, working hard to remember. Sirius gets up from the couch. “It’s…I don’t know. It expired,” you say. 

You hear the sound of the freezer opening, and a shrill beeping fills your kitchen. “Found it,” says Sirius. 

“Fucking hell, you’ve got to stop putting it in there.” Remus sighs, though you don’t think he’s really angry with you. “I heard it earlier, but I thought I was going mental.” 

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you get a new one when that one expired?” James asks. He rubs your calf from further down the couch, infinite in both sweetness and patience. 

“I was going to. I forgot.” You’d gotten distracted with something or other, dishes that needed to be done or something outside the window or an attention-deprived Sirius calling you from the next room. 

“You can’t just forget, silly girl.” Sirius gives your knee a mean (loving) squeeze as he sits down again. He sets a new omnipod on the table, filling it expertly with a syringe of insulin. 

“Do you have a swab?” Remus asks, and Sirius hums, passing him one. “Thanks.” 

Remus cleans off your arm, using one hand to ensure you’re still while Sirius gently presses the new omnipod to your skin. He runs his fingers around the adhesive a few times for good measure. 

“4 units, yeah?” James asks, thumbing something into your app after the others agree. You wince when you feel the needle, still not used to it, and he makes a sorry sound. Presses a conciliatory kiss to your knee. 

“There you go, babylove.” Remus sits back against the couch cushions, a tension you hadn’t noticed before dissipating from him. His hand finds your hair, carding through the strands close to your scalp. “You’ve gotta start taking better care of yourself. We can help if you want us to, but this is important, yeah?” 

“I know,” you sigh, leaning against his shoulder. “Sorry, I just forget.” 

“We’ll help you remember,” James offers in his easy way. 

Sirius nudges both you and Remus over so he can squish in on your other side. “Can’t believe we were about to go to bed with you sky high.” He pokes your thigh. “That wouldn’t have been very nice to wake up to tomorrow.” 

Your heart heavies, thinking of your boyfriends panicking and you nearly comatose in bed the next morning. “I’m sorry,” you say again, meaning it. 

“It’s alright, dove.” Remus drops a kiss to your hair. “We don’t mind taking care of you. We’ll help you get the hang of it.”