#but those curtains...

[eats-the-stars]

being an adult who makes my own income is also realizing i can actually buy some of the pretty art i see online. some day i might even be bold enough to directly commission an artist.

[daftmooncretin]

spock’s room decor is actually fucking bonkers. The weapons??? the big red velvet curtain??? like ok phantom of the opera go crazy.

for reference jim’s room has some photos and a plant so we can surmise this is uniquely a spock being a dramatic weirdo thing

[geezmarty]

A small preview of my Shortbox Fair comic, Curtain Falling!

A woman with no memories keeps cycling between fairy tale scenarios, always accompained by another mysterious woman as her co-star and a looming, towering eye that follows their every move.

You can grab this 64pages digital comic at the fair until the 31st October!!

[doodles-in-sand]

looks like its [curtains] for us

[thesunnysunsun]

ITS DONE!!!!!!!! 5 months of work and the longest pmv I've ever made!! IM SO PROUD OF IT!!!!!! AND ALSO RELEIVED CAUSE OMG I DID NOT WANT TO WORK ON IT ANYMORE Also the youtube version, as a treat v

[now-you-sound-like-a-jedi]

Hot take: Mandalorians don't speak Mando’a in the Clone Wars not because of anything that Satine or the New Mandalorians did, but because it's a kids show and it's unreasonable to expect kids to read subtitles for dialogue in another language for entire conversations.

Death Watch does not speak Mando’a either for this exact reason. It's also why the Nightsisters primarily speak Basic to each other and not Dathomirian, even though they do know it.

Like, yeah, I understand the desire to create in-universe explanations for real-world creative/practical choices, but that is a very hit-or-miss approach. Sometimes you do just have to suspend your disbelief and accept that this was done for the benefit of the audience and not for some deeper hidden meaning that you have to extrapolate from nothing.

[comicaurora]

Hello!! Sorry if this was answered somewhere but are there any new pages or additional content in the published version of Aurora? I'd really really like to buy it but I'm tight on funds right now. I will buy it eventually!! Dainix and Falst have my heart 🤗🤗

Hope you have a good rest! Stay safe and hydrated 🎈🎈🎈

We're currently wrestling down the pagecount so the print release won't be too spensive, but it's got an author's note and some entries from Erin's journal! There have also been a few paneling tweaks in the early chapters to make the pages flow better.

[confuseuniverse]

i was just searching for screens of lilia's house and couldn't help but notice the amount of pearl curtains she owes like girl i know how much time it takes to make i see how you spend those evenings

+ lmao she's petty about the stereotypical image of witches as if her business wasn't the spitting image of the divination witch clichés

+ just a picture of her kitchen because she's cute

[samipekoe]

Monday its time to return to my office in lacille inc

[skimpilydressedwithanaxe]

Biggest hater

Also unposted stuff from when I watched s7

[kawaiichibiart]

If/When a new Unit gets added to PRSK, I don't want a whole new set of characters. We have groups in game that would be fucking amazing to see. And we have individual characters that would be fun to be in a group together. Plus, it'd be nice to see a group that's, ya know, older.

What I'm saying is:

USE THE FUCKING NPCs!!!

[clowndensation]

anyways when richard siken said "if you can point to it, you don't need a word for it. you only need a word for it when it's no longer there"

and when tolkien said "but of bliss and glad life there is little to be said, before it ends; as works fair and wonderful, while still they endure for eyes to see, are their own record, and only when they are in peril or broken for ever do they pass into song."

and when claudia said "diaries are friends of last resort"

we don't see madeleine and claudia in their months together because their happiness was created in the present and presence of each other, and captured only in the eyes of the other. there's no need to share to strangers what was already shared between the people it mattered most to. the voyeurs of the world will only ever see the outline of where pleasure lies.

[copia]

not to get dramatic but one of copia’s dissociative translations in his troubled head was seeing sister imperator’s saucer of pills as a mug of tea and biscuits. he’s clearly an unreliable narrator who sees things we can’t trust to be true; going off of this, can we trust that the mug of tea he was handed before the encore was actually that? who’s got time to down a whole mug of hot tea when you’ve still got three songs to perform? isn’t it a strange beverage to give him out of all the other options? don't get me wrong i'm absolutely not being serious here (also not insinuating that copia is ill like seestor, i'm going down the psychological route) but what i'm saying is he could have been handed medication he didn't want to acknowledge

[blueskittlesart]

THIS IS MY MESSAGE OF HATE AND VITRIOL FOR ALL OF 83 BUT SPECIFICALLY BY THE SAINT PAUL AND MARYLAND AVE EXITS. I HATE YOU 83. I HATE THAT YOUR STREETLIGHTS ARE OUT I HATE THAT YOU CURVE ONE TRILLION TIMES I HATE THAT YOUR SPEED LIMIT DROPS TO 40 I HATE THAT THERE ARE SO MANY POTHOLES AND ROUGH PATCHED IM CONVINCED THE TREAD OF MY TIRES WONT EVEN WEAR DOWN THEY WILL JUST DISINTEGRATE ONE DAY I HATE THAT I HAVE TO TAKE YOU EVERYDAY AND WILL BE ON THAT SHIT LIKE ITS RAINBOW ROAD TOMORROW MORNING. I HATE YOU 83.

i've never related to an ask on such a deep and profound level. i hope whoever designed the maryland ave exit is rotting in hell rn

[mcapriglione-art]

you look nice today

[lulublack90]

Prompt 28 - Grimy

@jegulus-microfic January 28, Word count 554

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They’d only just made it back to the shack before the sun rose. Moony had been dragging his feet, tired from all the running around in the forbidden forest. But they’d got him back inside and comfortable before he started whimpering and howling, nuzzling at Padfoot for comfort as slowly the wolf disappeared to reveal Remus beneath. James hated the transformations; they were so hard on Remus, but the thrill he got from running around with a literal werewolf was like no other, not even quidditch made him feel like that. 

The second that Remus was no longer in his wolf form, Sirius changed back into himself and checked Remus over, healing a few of the deeper cuts he’d got when he’d tried to get past them and chase a herd of centaurs. , a very bad idea that Moony. 

“Thanks, Pads,” Remus said weakly, his voice hoarse from howling. 

“Shhh, Moons. You need to rest before Poppy comes,” Sirius hushed him, stroking his grimy hair out of his eyes. 

Too soon the telltale sounds of Madam Pomfrey coming down the tunnel to collect Remus drifted up to them. 

“Padfoot, come on,” James urged, holding up the invisibility cloak. Peter was fast asleep in James’s front pocket as Wormtail still and would stay that way until James put him in his bed once they got back up to the dorm room. 

“Remus?” Madam Pomfrey called out as she came into the shack. 

“Up here,” Remus answered back, coughing harshly as he raised his voice for her. Sirius’s hands fluttered uselessly above him as he continued to cough. James knew Sirius wouldn’t move on his own now, so he grabbed him around the middle and yanked him under the cloak just in time as Madam Pomfrey opened the bedroom door. 

It took her a while to get Remus back on his feet, Sirius twitching under James’s hands as he held him back.

“Sirius, stop!” He hissed in his ear, but it didn’t help. Finally, Remus was on his feet, leaning heavily on Madam Pomfrey and making their way down the stairs. They followed a minute or so after them, heading up to the castle.

James let go of Sirius as they climbed the steps into the entrance hall. Remus was back in the castle, and Sirius would calm down now. He grabbed his hand, Sirius still needed some contact when Remus was in the hospital wing, and they began the long walk back up to Gryffindor Tower. 

Only a few seventh years were up at that hour, but still, they didn’t want it to be obvious that they’d been out of bed all night. They snuck through the common room and up the spiral staircase, throwing off the invisibility cloak only once their dorm room door was closed. James deposited Wormtail on his bed and got Sirius into his before walking over to his own. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to collapse for a few hours. 

His curtains were drawn, which was odd because they’d definitely been open before he left last night. He pulled them open and froze as he came face to face with the tip of a wand. 

“Hello, love,” Regulus crooned before dragging him into the bed. Well, either this was going to be spectacularly good or spectacularly bad. 

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