#but thats not really in the lines lol

[gunsatthaphan]

"I’m scared I won’t do well.”

- requested by anonymous ♡

[baalzebufo]

finally got the hang of this guy :) ironed out my style and design for him. also wanted to draw some different emotions

you messed with the wrong bug

[animalinvestigator]

dark spore kids

[alpacacare-archive]

Its my friends birthday tomorrow, so i drew our mains in our respective favourite fps' hanging out! He mains D.va and i main Heavy :]

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Drawing req: something inspired by the album cover for ZABA by Glass Animals? I love that cover and the colors in it, wld love to see what you can do with it

Welp I gave it a go

[colorful-horses]

daring charming is the best character in ever after high

[welcometogrouchland]

(for the drawing reqs) i recently finished toh s1 ;-; can you draw eda and lilith? also hiiii i hope youre having a good day :)

[ID: Two images featuring Eda and Lilith from the owl house. The first image shows the two at the end of season 1 embracing on a white background. Eda looks at Lilith, who's crying, with tears in her eyes, smiling. her hair pushed to the side to make room for Lilith's face on her shoulder. Words written above the two read "I just miss how it felt".

The second image has a black background and shows a glowing yellow silhouette of the sisters embracing in the first image. Inside the sillouhette is young Eda and Lilith- Eda is dragging Lilith along while leaves flit about them. Words above them read "standing next to you". End ID]

wearing matching dresses/ before the world was big

YESSSSS CLAWTHORNE SISTERS BRAINROT ALWAYS LETS GOOOOOO!!!!!!

[mokutone]

you draw Yamato with happy flowers sometimes, but do you think he ever gets angry or sad flowers?

i do draw yamato with happy flowers sometimes! i also draw him with flustered flowers sometimes...

the way i think of it is that, if the feeling is something which buzzes, which brings energy (things like anxiety, excitement, determination) can cause him to burst out in flowers or other plant life Accidentally if he's not careful to modulate his feelings + his chakra

as for sadness, that's generally an emotion that we think of as being relatively exhausting. i think if he were to accidentally burst out in sad flowers, it would have to be one of the heightened, high energy kinds of sadness, like the kind of shaking body-wracking tremors of grief, which is accompanied often by such sharp bursts of frustration.

if he were just in a general kind of low sadness, i think he'd have to be growing the flowers intentionally

as for anger, as i interpret him, i don't think of him growing flowers during that at all! for many people, anger is a feeling of heightened energy—like, if yamato's expressions of anger looked anything like Naruto's or Sakura's, for example, i could see him bursting out in plant life easily!

but he doesn't have those kind of strong reactions when he's angry. i think that his anger sits in his stomach, cold, heavy and unmoving, and i think that'd be more likely to kill flowers than to grow any.

[redrobin-detective]

Strike

When Jack Drake stormed up to the top floor of Wayne Enterprises, prepared to kick and scream his way back to the big man himself, he hadn’t expected the secretary to announce that Bruce Wayne had been waiting for him. It floundered him for a moment but then he remembered why he was here and clenched his bruised knuckles and burst into the room. He was almost pleased to see Wayne hunched over his desk, glaring at him with a dark expression. Jack had come looking for a fight and it seemed like he was going to get one.

“Wayne,” Jack ground out, almost but not quite slamming the door behind him.

“Jack,” Wayne said evenly but his steely gaze never left Jack. If he were a smaller man, he’d be almost intimidated. Jack read the papers, heard the gossip, Bruce Wayne was nice enough but with a brain made of cotton. The ice blue eyes boring holes into his head now felt a helluva lot sharper than fluff. “You’re here about Tim.”

“You’re damn right I am!” Jack shouted, not taking the available chair and slamming his palms down on Wayne’s fancy desk. “My boy confessed to me last night what you’ve been doing to him,” one of Wayne’s eyebrows twitched. “I was trying to teach him to drive last night and do you know what I found? He already knows how because you taught him! You’ve been mentoring him, buttering him up and turning him against his own family for goddamn years now!”

“Tim came to me,” Wayne said curtly, frowning harder than before. 

“Oh so that makes it alright?” Jack barked a laugh before sneering. “Tim is 16 so how old was he when he ‘came to you’ as you say? 14? 12? younger? Don’t think I haven’t heard the rumors over the years about what you did with those street kids in that big, isolated house of yours.” If Wayne’s eyes were ice before now they were practically glacial now. 

“But unlike those poor street urchins, one of whom is dead now in some freak accident you never really explained, my boy has a family and connections. Drake Industries has significant assets and I’ll be damned if you schmooze them away from my son!”

“Your son, who you and your wife left for weeks at a time while on expeditions,” Wayne said, words scraping like glass. “Your son who came to me time and again for concerns, questions, support when you were unavailable due to your other interests.” Wayne snarled a bit, showing the barest flash of teeth that absolutely did not send a chill down Jack’s spine. “Your son, who is brave and brilliant and so strong, called me practically in tears last night about your fight. The fight in which you took a swing at him, a strike that would have connected if I hadn’t taught him how to defend himself.”

No longer content with brooding at the desk, Wayne stood up to his full height and seemed to loom over Jack.

“Let me lay out some facts for you, Mr. Drake,” Wayne said slowly. “I have more than enough evidence of emotional abuse and neglect gathered over the years, not even accounting for last night’s attempt at physical abuse. The only reason the boy remains in your care is because he wants to be there, because he loves you and wants a relationship with you. But his love and loyalty is not enough to justify me turning a blind eye any more.”

“I-it was an accident, I’d had too much to drink,” Jack stammered, defensive. “I was angry and-and Tim wasn’t acting like himself, he was talking back and being rude... I didn’t realize I’d thrown the punch until Tim deflected it, thank god.” His arms still stung from the force of Tim’s defending blow. He’d wondered at the time where Tim had learned such things. Now he didn’t have to wonder too hard.

“One thing we have in common Jack is we both deeply care for Tim. He is not my child of blood, just as Dick and Jason aren’t but make no mistake, Timothy is mine as much as he is yours.” Wayne growled out possessively before abruptly turning to look out his window. “I’m not accustomed to sharing my boys but you deserve the truth.” 

“I owe him my life. I was in a bad place after the death of Jason, at 13 Tim knocked on my door with a beat-up jacket and a camera and asked how he could help me recover.” The man chuckled and Jack could read years of fond affection in that tone. He doesn’t know what jacket the man was talking about nor did he even know Tim liked photography. As during his fight with Tim last night, he’s realizing he doesn’t know his son much at all. Not like Wayne does. 

“Tim works for me, unofficially,” Wayne added on carefully, as if choosing his words. “He’s not on any payroll though I do pay for all his expenses. He helps me with my charitable endeavors, helping me identify areas of need in the city as well as running the business. If he does choose to take over Drake Industries then it will be in good hands. He’s,” another soft chuckle, “he’s a real wonder boy that one.”

“Is that where he’s always sneaking off to?” Jack asked, finally sinking into the chair. “I thought he was boozing or chasing after girls, you know, what I used to do when I was a kid his age.”

“Tim chases after a different sort,” Wayne said enigmatically. He finally turned back, his eyes still sharp but softened somewhat. Softened by the memory of Jack’s son and the relationship they’d had under his nose. Dana commented how independent Tim was for his age, Jack took it as a matter of pride having raised such a good kid. Now he’s realizing he didn’t have much to do with the man Tim is becoming. 

“So here is how things are going to go,” Wayne said, back to business. “Dick is going to drop Tim off at your place after school, probably after stopping for a snack. Richard does love to spoil his little brother,” Wayne stated, not asked. “I am cancelling all of Tim’s duties for the weekend, giving you two a chance to spend some time together. I will do my best to be up front when I need Tim, make sure it doesn’t interfere too much with his school and sleep schedule. As I said, I am not accustomed to sharing but I am willing to do anything for one of my boys. And in return,” the glacial glare comes back. “You will take good care of your son and if I even suspect any emotional or physical abuse then I will rake you across the coals. Are we clear, Jack?”

“Crystal,” Jack swallowed, clutching the sides of his chair. This was the man who tripped on the red carpet last winter?

“This is strike one,” Wayne said casually. “In baseball you are given three strikes but Tim deserves better than that. You do not want to see what happens with strike two.” The tension in the room peaked then crashed like an ocean wave as Wayne’s stance softened and he went about adjusting his cufflinks. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my next appointment will be arriving soon. We’ll be in touch.”

“Right, yeah, thanks for agreeing to see me,” Jack murmured as he stood up and went for the door.

“And Jack?” he winced and turned to Wayne again who was once again seated. He was looking at a photo on his desk, Jack couldn’t tell who was in it, maybe Tim. Jack had never had any photos of Tim on his desk. “Tim always has a place at my home should your other responsibilities become too much. His room is ready and waiting for him.” Wayne threatened, promised with a soft smile. “I’d say to tell Tim that but he already knows. Have a good day, Jack.”

Jack staggered out of the office, passing by a pretty redheaded woman in a wheelchair as she entered Wayne’s office. He didn’t remember much of the elevator ride down or meandering through the busy lobby. Jack did stand outside Wayne Enterprises for a while after, just thinking. He’d here planning on telling the smarmy rich sponge to stop influencing his son. He hadn’t expected the pit sucking realization that Tim was barely his son anymore, that only their shared name, widows peak and crooked ears connected them. In the time he hadn’t been watching, Tim had become another man’s son. 

And that man wasn’t going to let Tim slip away like Jack had.

[moeblob]

I went to the coffee shop today and uh. This guy taking my order over headset didn’t even hesitate with that answer and a girl interrupted with another headset and told me “not he’s not” and he just acted like it didn’t happen and continued with the order taking. It took a second for me to recover and remember what I wanted.

[constantvariations]

Just from a design standpoint, it's very disappointing that all the folks with bright, light color schemes (Yang, Weiss, Sun, etc) are also light skinned when it would be best to make them dark skinned - Sun and Yang especially given how little representation dark skinned Asians have

By doing this, Yang would finally be free of those awful brown slops of outfits while Sun and Weiss would stop disappearing into their white clothes because ☆~contrast~☆ would finally exist

[me1onmi1k]

A review for the art i did for 2022 !!

I wanted to get a lot more done with ideas i had, but i’m gonna give myself a pass with all the things that happened in 2022 lol. i went through a lot of periods of not wanting to draw anything from burnout, with little bursts of creativity here and there this year; i’m going to try to be a little more relaxed next year with drawing, and not force myself to make a background as many pictures as i could LMAO- i gotta learn its okay to draw 3/4 face blorbo in white background again for fun

[akkivee]

takeuchi-san sure is putting his entire soul into that number lmao!!!!!!!

[fredgar]

CHEESE CRAZE

[b4kuch1n]

I'd like to think I finished telling a story then.

[tipsywench]

Tucked away in an amendment to the FY2023 U.S. defense authorization bill is a rare instance of congressional bipartisanship and a tribute to U.S. President Ulysses S. Grant.

If approved, the measure would posthumously promote Grant to the rank of General of the Armies of the U.S., making him only the third person – along with John J. Pershing and George Washington – to be awarded the nation’s highest military honor.

This is cool - I saw someone on reddit linked to this article about a bill that would posthumously promote Ulysses S Grant: