#but hey it's a step

[monsieurenjlolras]

you've heard of "quiet quitting," now I'd like to introduce you to the next level, The French Work Ethic:

Do exactly what you're paid for and nothing more

Absolutely refuse to be available to contact when you're off the clock

Never prioritize work over your own health, wellbeing, or family because that would be insane, it's just a job.

Have a little glass of wine

Take as long as you feel like for lunch

Deeply understand that work doesn't matter

Make sure your boss knows they're always your second priority ❤️

[sweetbunpura]

Kifaji: Ah, Miss Yuu, may I trouble you for a moment?

Yuu, packing up her bags and sighs: Sure...

Kifaji: I've been made aware of my behavior towards you during your stay here in Sunset Savanna. I'm sorry for what my harsh words have caused.

Yuu: ... That's it?

Kifaji: Excuse me?

Yuu, slams her suitcase close: What about all the time you put down Leona in front of us? Or how you blamed him for that shit the other teams was doing during Bead Brawl? Something that wasn't even his fucking fault.

Kifaji: I implore you to watch you language.

Yuu, eyes narrow: Fuck you, watch how you treat people, even your own prince. *picks up stuff* I can see why he really never wants to come back home. If i had someone like you waiting back for me, I'd think of every excuse in the book if that meant I didn't get to go home. *turns to leave* Although, you look very angry with me right now. Almost like you wanna ask a question.

Kifaji, takes a deep breath: How did he know about the substitution team member and how did you move so effortlessly to handle that situation?

Yuu: Cheka loves his "Unca" Leona and his "Auntie" Yuu, he told me while I was spending time with him. Two, I told Leona and he trained me himself to make sure I was ready for the match. The prince is not as lazy as you make him out to be, Kifaji. You would know this if you give him a chance to show it. I honestly hope we never meet again. *Leaves the room*

Leona, heard everything as he waited outside: Yuu.

Yuu: Hmm?

Leona, hugs her tight and buries his face in her shoulder: ...Thank you.

Yuu, returns the hug: You're welcome.

[katabay]

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...

the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin

this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.

you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.

also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[hyakunana]

I hate the sewers . jpg

[scuderiamint]

"he has a 70 points lead in the championship he doesn’t care it doesn’t change anything for him"

“He's got plenty of wins. But a bit desperate to do what he could to not let me pass and I know it's going to be aggressive."

the fact that lando norris expected 3x wdc max verstappen of ALL people to roll over for him there is actually hilarious, its like lando forgot that this is a competition lmao

[soupysundae]

🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

[thebirdandhersong]

she's a 10 but she secretly wants repentance and redemption arcs for all the villains

[lost-in-fandoms]

"Tell me again."

Max hums, moving his hand in slow circles along Daniel's back, feeling his chest move against his side, his face hidden in the folds of Max's t-shirt.

He bows his head, pressing a kiss against Daniel's hair, shifting against the hotel's pillows until he's comfortable again.

"It's going to be sunny," he says, voice low, letting Daniel's curls tickle his lips and nose. "It's going to be sunset, orange, the trees all golden in the way you like."

Daniel's back shifts under his hand, his fingers twisting in Max's shirt.

"We'll be sitting in chairs, because you have old man knees, and would complain about sitting on the floor."

He twists away from the halfhearted poke in his side, then settles back.

"They will be those garden ones, the ones with the straw?"

"Wicker," Daniel corrects him softly, voice scratchy.

"Yes, wicker." He tugs Daniel even closer, not knowing how it is even possible. "With pillows, so you can curl in them like a little cat."

He smooths his hand down Daniel's back, like he does with Sassy, when she stretches out beside him on the bed, similar to how Daniel is now. Does it again when he feels Daniel's shoulders uncurl slightly.

"We will be drinking your weird beers, the expensive ones that taste worse than all the others."

"Craft beer isn't weird," Daniel argues, just like Max was expecting him to. He sounds like there's something stuck in the back of his throat, and Max kisses his hair again.

"It is weird, Daniel. Beer does not need to be that expensive."

He gives him space to reply once more, but Daniel doesn't.

"We will drink your weird beer, and we will talk about that time we ate pasta in your hotel room."

It wasn't just one time, but Max knows he doesn't need to specify. They're both thinking about the same one, illegal spaghetti ordered from room service, hidden from their trainers, sauce on the corner of Max's mouth, cleaned by Daniel's thumb first, Daniel's mouth later. And even if they aren't thinking about the same, it doesn't matter. Every plate of pasta shared, in every hotel room, would matter just as much, stepping stones in their story, just as important as that first kiss.

"And it will be rainy," Max continues, voice even lower. His t-shirt is damp, stretched by Daniel's tense fingers. Daniel's back is shuddering, even when he holds him closer and closer and closer.

"It will rain, and you will have a blanket, because you always get cold, even more when it is humid."

The thing that was in Daniel's throat is in his too now.

"We will talk about how stupid everyone was. We will say it was all unfair. But we will not be angry anymore, because it will not matter anymore."

Daniel's hair smell like Max's shampoo, even if he usually doesn't use it, because he hates how dry it makes it feel. Max can taste salt on the back of his throat as he shifts his head slightly, trying to at least keep his ears dry, now that his cheeks are a lost cause.

Daniel's breathing is a stuttered rhythm against his ribs.

"We will cook eggs," Max pushes on, pressing every word against Daniel's skin, hoping every one feels like the i love you that it is. "Because we will have chickens on your farm, like a real farm, so we will be good at cooking eggs. And you will drink your wine, and sing your songs."

His voice breaks, sudden betrayal, just as Daniel trembles in a sob, but Max pushes through. They've both always known how to push through.

"And I will ask are you happy and you will say yes," he says, making it sound like a promise, because it is a promise. "And we will not regret any of it."

He knows they won't. Not the angry moments, not the painful moments, not the annoying little moments they will never even remember. They will take all of them and throw them into the jar of their lives, little pebbles, and colorful marbles, and shards of glass smoothed out with time and love and distance, all mixed together.

"We will sit on your chairs, and they will have nothing, and we will have us."

He holds Daniel closecloseclose, because he's never learned how to let go of the things he cares about, has always clung to things with his teeth and desire bared, and he has no intention of starting now. He has no intention of starting ever.

Even if this is not the way he wanted things to happen, he doesn't believe in letting go, especially when it comes to Daniel.

He swallows, clears his throat to try and dislodge the tight knot of feelings there, raises a hand to swipe his thumb along Daniel's wet jaw.

"We will have chickens, and a garage full of dirt bikes, and I will ask Grace to teach me how to make the pasta sauce you spilled all over the carpet when you were five."

Daniel nods against his chest, fingers relaxing. His breathing is still uneven, Max's t-shirt is still damp, but he can feel him going lax against him, relaxing bit by bit.

"We will," Daniel murmurs, voice shaky enough it sounds closer to a question.

"We will," Max tells him, firm. Would be happy to tell him again and again, until Daniel's voice doesn't shake on it anymore. "We will eat so much food, and we will become fat, and we will be happy. We will."

Daniel nods again, then shifts, wiggling in Max's hold until he can properly climb on top of him, pointy elbows planted on the bed, above Max's shoulders, trembling fingers tracing the wet lines on his cheeks, red-rimmed eyes soft.

When Daniel kisses him, they both taste like salt, exhaustion and the future.

[nyxemisa]

bloody lestat

[bixels]

Hey, I’m a big fan of your work. I was just wondering, What’s your favourite part about art?

No favorite part. The whole process sucks from start to end. It just sucks more if I don’t do it at all.

[a-foggy-maggy]

messing around with some brushes

[gaffney]

COBRA KAI SEASON 5 EPISODE 10 / SEASON 6 EPISODE 1

+ bonus

[raycatz]

Some dungeon predictions (and things I'd just like to see xD ) for the upcoming arc!

(inspired by boards I've seen in the past. like this! Art from @/linkeduniverse!)

I love Zelda dungeons and LU dungeon crawling fics are some of my favorites! I'm so excited to see what puzzles Jojo's come up with! Nine person puzzles? Let's goOOO!!! There's so many possible interesting things to do with the chain's items and abilities.

[alluralater]

tongue out + teeth showing while you’re leaning away from eating their pussy and they get to watch you laugh all low and warm like you’ve lost whatever little bit of mind you’ve got left. wrapping your arms around her thighs and pulling her closer to your greedy fucking mouth. she tastes so god damn good. go on, use your tongue again. play with her clit and then wrap your lips around it. mmm that’s right. now let your tongue slide down, lower. there you go. doesn’t she taste so good at her center? you can moan, it’s okay. moan for her. slip your tongue inside, feel how warm and wet she is right there. she needs more. come on. give it to her.

[blackoutbugza]

so do u guys remember how martin would treat the tape recorder like a dog? and now it has teeth and is biting people

well i do

also i know i spelt tattoos wrong ,,be quiet i just woke up 😭

[aliveaudiencegang]

i think it’s smart that they’re not making the percabeth ‘rivalry’ about their parents. because whilst annabeth is still at the stage where she believes athena can’t do wrong. percy? does not give one damn about poseidon yet. if annabeth ever said something like your dad wouldn’t approve of us being friends, percy would make it his mission to become absolute besties with annabeth. also the fact they have beef because they’re literally 12 year olds who can’t see past their own point of view yet is extremely funny