#autumn make up

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[ponydoodles]

they made pumpkin spice cupcakes!

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[myk444]

[foreverrryourssss]

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[cametotheshowinsd]

The autumn chill that wakes me up, you loved the amber skies so much;

🍁TAYLOR SWIFT × FALL🍁

[emeraldghast]

still catching up on autumn life

@driflew + @evenmoreevil + @jinxitaj + @tibbycaps + @cherrifire + @hopepetal + @applestruda + @aresonist are detailed enough to tag i think. mostly cuz i wanna see if any of em have thoughts on sona designs (i loveeeeeee informed stylization of character designs) local doody and froag hafta find this on their own though

[bandsandwristbands]

hihihi you're really cool and I love your art :D

Me???? COOL??? If you say so pal! 👉😎👉

AHHHH THANK YOU!! You're really cool 🫵

Pls accept more gaalee training shenanigans! 😚💕💕💕💕💕

[mmiirage]

a VERY belated drawing for the 10th anniversary of over the garden wall 🍂

[cozylittleartblog]

me omw to scare mormons out of a wendys!! 🍂🖤🍟

ootd from like 2 weeks ago and yes that really happened

[rebouks]

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Byrd: Dad? Oscar: Morning, bud.. miserable day, huh? I’m not looking forward to packing up in the rain. Oscar: Did you sleep okay? Byrd: Erm… Oscar: GO GET YOUR HEARING AIDS! [Byrd fidgeted guilty, implying that he’d lost yet another pair] Byrd: [sobs] Why do I have to be deaf without them, papa-.. s’not fair. [Oscar held Byrd tightly, stroking his back until his sobs subsided somewhat] Oscar: LET’S SEE WHAT WE CAN DO… [Oscar plonked Byrd outside as he rummaged through his bags, eventually producing a backup pair of hearing aids] Oscar: Better? [Byrd nodded gratefully, burying his snotty nose in his father’s hair as he threw his arms around him] Oscar: Maybe you ought to think twice about learning SSL. Byrd: What’s the point? No one else knows it. Oscar: Robin does, and we all know bits n’ pieces, don’t we? [Byrd grumbled disinterestedly] Oscar: I think it’s long overdue, pal-.. what if we all learn it together? Properly this time. Byrd: I guess… Oscar: All I heard was yes. Byrd: Are you deaf too? Oscar: [snorts] C’mon, we’ll probably find the other pairs as we clear up. Wren: Daaaaad, it’s raining! Oscar: The faster we get goin’, the faster we’ll be in the car-.. I bet Wren can pack up faster than you. Byrd: [gasps] NO WAY! [rain pattering]

[elodieunderglass]

I can't resist bothering you with more questions. I'm sorry! I want to put Killie in a basket and carry him around with me like a purse dog. Did Charlie always know that he wasn't going to be a horse pilot forever and that he would find a way out of his family's net, or was he never going to escape if him being kicked out hadn't forced him into it? My heart breaks for him a bit, even though he seems the most well-adjusted person in that family. How old was he when he ended up on his own?

(In reference to Killie the jockey OC, crown prince of a horse-obsessed family, and his identical twin brother Charlie, who was disowned/ escaped the orbit of the Horse Planet)

You are never a bother. Nobody could be anything but grateful to have such insightful, brave, witty and inspiring people to talk about their OCs with! Are you kidding?

That’s such a good and deep question - I don’t think that Charlie knows the answer himself. He certainly was quite a talented apprentice jockey. In terms of his place in the family, his parents and siblings all adored him - he is warm and charming and funny - and thought they understood him. He has that special child-of-rotten-parents survival-mode sensitivity to reading a room, that in Charlie translates into useful skills, like “changing the mood of the room” and “sensing what people want him to say”.

But Charlie has a strong sense of identity, and with it, a hard internal limit on personal sacrifice; there are parts of Charlie you can’t have.

And despite being a fifth-generation jockey of impeccable pedigree, the whole “stoic, fearless, impervious to pain” thing appears to be a state of mind - not a physiology thing, but a mental one, engendered by passion for the sport. Charlie has had passages of his life where he’s carried off the Jockey Constitution (TM), but a problem with armouring yourself with a mental state is that if you are an especially clever little liar yourself, like Charlie, you catch on to the trick.

And the sport is inextricable from the horses in their family. So Charlie stormed out (was thrown out) of both family and sport… but I think he does like horses and he was good at it. And it would’ve been hard, in that family, in that immersive and passionate world, to break out naturally - especially when you are so beautifully built for it. It would again come down to Charlie’s strong sense of self.

I think a lot of his sense of identity and resistance came, early on, from connecting honestly with his bisexuality. He’s clever and sneaky, and likes mind games and code-switching and putting on characters, and when he realised the necessity of masking early on, it felt like a secret identity. He was simply Built Different, and couldn’t change it, so he made a game of tap-dancing on the tightrope.

Then he left to build that secret identity into his real self, on purpose, and he threw himself into The Opposite of Being a Jockey. He was not only the first in their family to go to university, he went into academia. He covered his bills by bartending and busking (take that, Dad). He eats cake. He is valued for his mind and brain. He is NOT COMPETITIVE AT ALL. HE’S COLLABORATIVE, EVEN.

…He was just about eighteen. And perhaps it affected him more deeply than he’d say. But what saved him - what always would save Charlie - was a sense of identity.

[myk444]

[missholoska]

a little skelegoat's spooky situation 🎃💜

[highabovethecloudssomewhere]

There’s something beautiful about getting older when you didn’t think you’d survive your childhood.

I only notice my gray hairs when I cut my hair short. I recently cut my hair short and noticed all my new gray hairs. I recently noticed all the new smile lines on my face, especially around my eyes. Some of them have become wrinkles. The rest will become wrinkles in a couple years. I have sun spots on my hands and on the back of my neck. I have an unflattering tan line around my shoulders. The childhood scar on my pinkie finger (six-year-old me REALLY wanted to cut that bread and prove how grown up I was) is finally starting to fade. I look at myself in a mirror and I see the shape of a person who’s growing up, who’s lived.

It’s not at all lost on me that I’m still very young. But I’m an adult, I’m getting older, and I’m reaching milestones I didn’t think I’d be alive to see. I’ve got more gray hairs and wrinkles and sun-spots to collect. I want them all.

It’s a treasure to see yourself grow up when you didn’t think you’d survive into adulthood. I’m so incredibly proud of all of us.

[keydekyie]

autumn heralds

I really love the duality of predators in art, their nobility and the awe of their presence, contrasted with the dread and terror of the hunt. It's something I'm fascinated by, in an artistic as well as a biological sense. It's easy, as humans whose brains are sometimes ruled by stereotype, to swing towards either romanticizing or vilifying the predator. I crave the nuance found somewhere in the middle. Where the creature can be appreciated for what it is, rather than what it means.