#cute lads!

[manikas-whims]

Love and Meowspace 🐾

blessing your timeline with these kitties

they're giving me cuteness aggression 😭

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[babyb1ues]

Obsessed with the little shoulder movement,,, like he’s putting his whole soul into it feels like he was breathing into the kiss like an inward sigh of finally…. Also the close up of the mouths—the soft pressing of lips against each other,,, how it kinda lingers after…. I feel crazy it’s sooo tender and full of yearning I’m gonna kill myselffff it’s like that sort of tentative & tasting moment of a first kiss right before they start matching others freakkkk

[chizukeik]

daily life of xavier the writer

[lacebird]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN behind the scenes of Obi-Wan Kenobi (2022).

“I was so excited to get to do the Bacta tank scenes. I had to be completely submerged in water, holding my breath. For a few weeks leading up to it, I got to work with a great dive coach. He would teach me different breathing techniques. I think my longest breath holds were around two and a half minutes. It was surprisingly peaceful in there.” 

[dylan20000]

Lick my shoes faggot 🖕🏽

[inzuinzudesu]

Sketching along as I watch! Happy birthday Naruto 😭😭😭 Started watching Naruto all over again, and I would like to say I'm really enjoying it so far. (Well I'm only at episode 5 as of right now cuz I don't have a lot of time, but still, it's been awesome! Nostalgia is a powerful thing) I've been meaning to binge the show for a while, since all my knowledge of Naruto is from my incredibly hazy memory from childhood, the (amazing) wiki and the fanfics?? Oh the fanfics- I feel like an imposter sometimes, to be frank. Probably am?? 🤔 Didn't pay attention since the chunin exam in sand. Would like for that to change.

These seven (yes seven) are my studies from chapter 1 and episode 1. (Coincidentally just in time for Naruto's birthday?? I guess I did try to crunch it in a bit) It's nice to try a different rendering style once in a while - even though these are really rough and messy haha! Lighting really changes the mood man, I love light.

About Naruto, Iruka, and their dynamic in the first episode - I cried a bit watching them again for the first time in years. Might be the nostalgia acting up, but I love them so much?? A clear and simple relationship, but incredibly effective and relatable - am I kissing ass?? Dunno, I'm just a sucker for this particular type of bond between characters. I don't think Iruka appear much in the show later, but imma enjoy it while it lasts.

[fayfaygoes]

Turn on the Volume 🔊 zayne sneeze

WHAT IF I YEET MAHSELF FROM A CLIFF😭😭😭

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BYE-

[im-jaebongi]

NO BUT THEM THO 🫣

[sushiyuzu]

accidental hand touches 𓅨

sylus x reader

you sit beside sylus at the table, going over the plans for the next mission. the tension in the room is thick with focus, both of you deep in thought as you study the map in front of you. the air between you is quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers and the occasional murmur of conversation.

"we’ll need to take this route," you say, pointing at a section of the map, your finger hovering over the worn paper.

without thinking, sylus reaches for the same spot, his hand brushing against yours. the moment is so quick that it takes both of you by surprise. his fingers are warm, the brief contact enough to send a soft spark through your skin.

for a moment, neither of you move. your hand is still against his, his larger one resting gently over yours. it’s not intentional, not planned, but the feeling of his skin against yours makes your heart race just a little faster.

you glance up, and for a split second, your eyes meet his. sylus, usually composed and distant, looks down at your hand before his lips twitch into the smallest, almost imperceptible smile. it’s not the typical cold smirk you’ve seen before—this one is softer, quieter, as if he’s amused by the accidental intimacy of the moment.

“sorry,” he murmurs, pulling his hand back, but there’s no tension in his voice. instead, it’s calm, almost playful. you notice the way his red eyes linger on you for just a beat longer than necessary before he focuses back on the map, as if trying to regain his usual professional demeanour.

"no problem," you manage to reply, your voice a little quieter than you intended. your fingers tingle where his had touched, and you’re certain your face must be a little flushed, though you try not to show it.

for a few minutes, the two of you return to discussing the mission, but the atmosphere has subtly changed. it’s still professional, still focused, but there’s a warmth between you now, like a shared secret neither of you needs to acknowledge out loud.

when your hands move toward the map again, you’re both more careful this time, but the memory of the touch lingers. you steal a glance at sylus, and catch him looking at you from the corner of his eye, the faintest hint of amusement still playing on his lips. he doesn’t say anything, but that almost-smile stays with you, even long after the moment has passed.

[canisalbus]

i decided today was as good a day as any other to learn how to 3d sculpt and then trace and animate the model…

so i made a little machete to spin in my head

(i still want to fix the snout length a little so it looks consistent, but i feel like it’s a pretty good first attempt at this)

hope you have a nice day and nicer ones to come! :)

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[xmomokosx]

Someone didn’t expect to get so big

[dawnbreakersgaze]

The fact that Dr Zayne is saving people who want to live

And Dawnbreaker Zayne is mercy killing people who want to die

And both are obsessed/disturbed with each other across space and time

Really has me fucked up in a lot of ways and I'm not okay about any of this

[my-darling-boy]

(TW injury description)

I am SO glad you asked I lose my mind over this man. Sidney Beldam! He’s most known for his miraculous recovery from a major facial injury sustained while he served as a young sergeant in the First World War. If you’ve read the Facemaker by Lindsay Fitzharris you might recognise him! Sources differ slightly about his story, so I’ve pieced it together as best I could. The photos below were from about February 1919!

Born in 1897, Sidney was about 17 living with his mother in Cambridge, England when the Great War commenced. While he didn’t enlist initially, he was soon conscripted when it came about in 1916 though thankfully he was in a non-combatant role driving lorries transporting soldiers to boats headed for France. It’s where he learned he enjoyed driving! However in April 1917, Sidney was transferred to the Machine Gun Corps and eventually rose to the rank of sergeant where only 7 months later, his life would change forever.

During the battle of Passchendaele, one of the muddiest most gruelling segments of the war, Sidney was on the frontlines when a shell burst, sending a shrapnel fragment tearing diagonally through his nose and the right side of his face. The young soldier collapsed face first into the mud which ended up saving his life as falling backwards would have caused him to choke on his own blood. For three days Sidney laid in a mangled heap floating in and out of consciousness while vermin scurried about his body and the other dead and wounded around him. No one would ever know the details of those agonising three days, but the trauma he experienced there left him with a lifelong phobia of rats and cockroaches. After the initial wounded had been cleared out, a wandering band of stretcher bearers discovered Sidney alive after one man touched him with his boot fully expecting him to be dead. Miraculously, he was still clinging to life.

The 19 year old sergeant was rushed down the line and then transferred to two different military hospitals where his wounds were hastily stitched in an effort to save his life before infection could spread. Unfortunately, closing the gap where he was missing flesh in his cheek caused his upper lip to be pulled into a sneer and a sunken depression formed where most of his nose was missing around the bridge. Still, he was lucky to be alive, which he later used to remark. Well he was luckier still as he would be transferred to Sidcup military hospital in Kent where he would become a patient under Sir Harold Gillies, the man often considered the pioneer of modern plastic surgery. When he arrived at hospital in 1918, his wounds were healed but his face still bore the heavy trauma of his experience. If you want to see his photographs upon arrival, I won’t post them here but if you search his name, the photos are everywhere. IMO they’re not graphic but I know it can upset some people.

Gillies went to work trying to restore Sidney’s face. This required him to reopen the wound in his cheek where a skin flap was grafted to allow his upper lip to return to normal. He also folded down a skin flap from his forehead in order to create a new nose. Behind his facade, a series of tubes and canals had to be inserted for proper sinus drainage and other unnamed functions. While his initial handful of surgeries did most of the work to reconstruct his face, Sidney underwent over 40 surgeries between 1918 and the 1930s, some reconstructive and some to evacuate the tubes behind the flesh, meaning the common cold was a routinely painful affliction for him. Gillies understood operations were traumatic for the men at Sidcup, especially since most required more than one, and so made a point about creating a lighthearted ward environment, one Sidney says was quite jolly with the staff doing everything they could to make them feel comfortable and dignified as possible. And while I thought the topmost photos were the most updated case study photos for his recovery, I stumbled upon another set from 1920 in the Faces of War by Andrew Bamji I have not seen posted anywhere!

And lads listen. In such a sweet little twist, while Sidney was still recovering from the bulk of his major surgeries, a local pianist by the name of Winifred volunteered to play for the resting servicemen, all of whom had some form of disfigurment or amputation. Carrying in her sheet music, she and Sidney laid eyes on each other for the first time and she later remarked how his smile instantly lit up the whole room! For them, it was love at first sight. The two were soon married, and although it was in the 1920s, I don’t have an exact year for this. This most likely came after Sidney was finally discharged from service in 1921. There is a photo of their wedding and y’all look how SWEET!!

Between his initial surgeries and army discharge, Gillies asked if Sidney would be his personal chauffeur, an offer he took up quickly as he loved driving from his time with lorries during the war. One somewhat humorous account tells of Gillies—who was a bit scattered at times—asking Sidney to renew his driver’s license as the surgeon left it until the last day to take care of; Sidney in a rush waited in a long line at the county hall before jumping the queue and begging the administrator to expedite his employer’s license as it was needed to drive him to the hospital the next day. The man refused, even for a surgeon to get him to his patients. Sidney went to another staff member who was friends with Gillies and begged him the same. The man cheerily agreed but was still in need of a signature from the stubborn administrator who again refused... at least until he found out Harold Gillies nearly won a golfing championship, at which point he took Sidney to his personal office to expedite the license as he was happy to do business for a skilled golfer (apparently saving people’s lives doesn’t matter as much??). A no doubt perplexed Sidney was finally able to get back to the hospital on time!

After his army discharge and most likely about the time of his marriage, Sidney moved back to Cambridge where he worked for the council as a rent collector. He was so well liked, apparently even from the people he collected from, that he soon worked his way to Housing Manager for Cambridge. About this time, he had a daughter, Pam. Every account I read of him, people gush about how sweet he was. His wife recalls how Sidney was always adored by all his family and friends. His granddaughter Marilyn McInnes in an interview said, “He was the most warm and optimistic and loving man. I adored my grandfather, I was constantly on his lap as a small child. I never noticed anything funny about his face, I guess I thought all grandads looked like mine.”

Sadly, Sidney Beldam passed away from cancer at about 80 years old in 1978. But considering the man was given 6 months to live and ended up living for 60 years more surrounded by a large and loving family, I’d say he certainly had a full life. There is a picture of him and his wife in the 60s and they are absolutely charming!!

But anyway that’s me done rambling I’ve a massive crush on him. His story makes me genuinely happy to tell and I’m so glad you asked!

[kaiatheelf]

Weekend activities~

[dylan20000]

Clean my shoes faggot