#but the boys keep distracting me

[dvrtrblhr]

uh, claude with a shirt sliding down his shoulders part two i guess?? (hopes version)

this time i was going to paint flayn, but then got distracted

[hinamie]

congrats on your recovery n all yuuji but unfortunately for you I thought the scars were cool >:/

[billymarvel]

I like to imagine that, in a world where Billy has revealed his identity to the league, he gets invited to hero events or things similar BUT there are days he doesn't turn up as Cap. Instead, it's just him with a mask on, possibly an outfit without any brand names on it, and also perhaps a small cape. People think there's a new young hero-in-training, but no. It's just Billy, Captain Marvel, someone who's been in the scene for years. He just wanted the ability to sit on Diana's shoulders for the day. Maybe next month he'll do the same thing but on Superman's shoulders, instead.

[somegrumpynerd]

Super quick doodle cause I gotta walk a dog

Werewolf Cross from @pigeonstab's amazing au that lives rent free in my mind, somebody pet this good good boy

[read-write-thrive]

hey dbda fan artists heat me out: we have the boys in modern clothes, but how about the girls in the boys’ period clothing???

Crystal as full 80s ska punk and Niko as 1910s aesthetic (could go the American/British school girl route ig but I think it would be more fun to put her in Japanese clothing of the era !!!) would go so hard

[kindahoping4forever]

Luke via Shan Rizwan on IG

[laniidae-passerine]

catch me laughing in the club awkwardly because this season has a 19 year old blonde female companion from London, a space travelling left of law brunette queer boy who flirts heavily with the doctor, absolutely zero writers of colour and no mention of sensitivity readers…….and next season the new companion is a woman of colour. uh oh!

[moregraceful]

EVERYBODY SHUT UP!!!!!! PAT SIELOFF IS PREGNANT!!!!!

1. Birthday cake from Sierra and Kelly; 2. Gritty soft serve ice cream cup; 3. Sign for Erik Johnson's 1k celebration; 4. Jersey Devil Christmas tree ornament.

[candycryptids]

Fucked up you can just be accosted by pain that keeps you awake when we all know sleep is when you do the most serious healing hence maybe if these fuckass joints would let me be SLEEPY TIMES things could improve but nnnyyyyoooooooooo. Fuckin. Dumb.

[sergle]

s3 of witcher is so bad but i DO black out during every scene with mahesh jadu in it so at least it can do that for me

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Featured Fic Friday!

Welcome to Featured Fic Friday! A day where I, or someone who suggests one, tell you about a fanfic that I really enjoy! Spoiler's under the cut! Today's featured fic is...

The One Where Sans Tells It Like It Is. (Or: The One Where Sans Is Number One Dunckle) by marauding_bagel (General Audiences, Complete)

When Toriel asked him to attend the meeting in her place for one night he thought it wouldn't be a big deal. Turns out Sans could not have been more wrong.

A bit of a short fic, there's a surprising lack of fics with this concept! Even still, I like the way the author exectues the idea! I loved reading comics similar to this fic when I was younger, so this threw me back a bit!

I enjoy the way the author writes the characters, & how they have them interact with each other!

Spoilers ahead!

I really like how the author includes some of the reactions from the unamed parents also at the meeting, having mentions of nods of agreement & cheering when Sans insults Helen's brownies!

[dhmis-autism]

whatever i NEED written transcripts of all the episodes so i can analyze the trios speaking styles and emulate it better i need it in my life

[ficandkaboodle]

Imagine, though, growing up knowing that your life is, for better or for worse, carved out for you. You know where your path leads to, your every age is divided up into stations in your faith, of which contains a multitude of principles and a blend of ideologies that, until recently, have mostly just been dour and dreary.

But you have optimism, and you dare to have a vision: You see something brighter, you see what it all could be. You intend to rise up to the position with these brand new ideas, things no one in your group has spoken about on such a massive scale.

You're quite proud of it!

. . . The elders of your society, however, view it very differently. And at best, they take what you've got and bastardize it and make a simulacrum of it until it just superficially resembles what you had in mind. So your faith in everything, in everyone, dwindles with time. But you can't really get out of this, not on your own terms, anyway. So you keep going along with everything, even though your heart's not in it. But others look up to you, even though you know this isn't the real you.

Anyway, you keep doing this, you give them everything you have and even stuff you don't really have or can afford to give. And you're rewarded by the others for it. You show your elders and it's like "Look! Something good came out of this! Look what my ideas have brought!" And you once again dare to believe that maybe there's hope after all. Maybe your thoughts do have worth --

And then you get ripped out of your position prematurely. In front of a crowd of people who looked up to you.

And you have to watch some no-name nobody from within your group take over your job. Worse, the very people who removed you actually seem to like this fucker. Whatever. Whatever. Whatever! You don't know what to do with your premature retirement, but at least maybe now you can finally just . . . What can you finally just??

You never find out: It goes dark one night. You don't see what happens. You don't know that your body is desecrated for the sake of a photoshoot. You don't learn how much the people who looked up to you miss you, or that they still fawn over your visage long after you've gone.

You don't see the people poring back over your works and rediscovering and analyzing what you had really been saying all along, you don't see newcomers looking to the past and finding you and falling in love with you and feeling conflicted for missing someone they had never met.

. . . And then some mufucker on the interwebs goes around and starts suggesting that you need to climb on the kitchen counter just to reach the cereal your stupid taller boyfriend put on top of the fridge --

[akuma-tenshi]

i'm thinking

[hood-ex]

falling on my hands and knees i have lost the boop war

[miramelo]

JOYBOY SAVE ME!!!

A quick sketch that I did of this guy from memory cuz I am going CRAY CRAY(sob)