#direct preference

[canisalbus]

✦ Siesta ✦

[quazies]

Putting things back together..

[marypickfords]

Gentlemen Prefer Nature Girls (Doris Wishman, 1963)

[stucky-headcanon-bot]

🍑

[woe-is-tuli]

ATEEZ(에이티즈) - 'Lemon Drop': Jongho

[ewwww-what]

hiiii can i request wheelchair user riz :)))) np ofc

-@transgenderfabianseacaster

YES PLEASE !!!!

[winepresswrath]

I am still obsessed with how fucking rude Armand's little script notes were. "We need an animation here to convey how bad the hoarding was," bitch that is your boyfriend you are selling to his death. It's that necessary for you to let a whole theatre of humans know how bad his depression cave got?

[blaithnne]

I like how I gave Frida two flags when she only needed one, meanwhile David has to squish both flags together. To be fair, it’s just like Frida to be incredibly organised and bring multiple back up flags, and for David to panic and not do that.

[frengy]

study..? w flirty doods

[clarkthetimed]

An angsty little comic I made for chapter 8 of my lem/sleeper fic, Carving Through the Dark :)

[aussiexlovexaffair]

your secret boyfriend, luke, gets jealous over harry styles words: 987 request fill: anon ask! genre: fluff tw: luke's petty, that's all. author’s note: a short and sweet little luke fic! - “Wanna see my dressing room?”

Luke’s head snaps around as soon as the words fall upon his ears, eyes darting around to find your figure. Seeing as the Take Me Home tour with One Direction was his first big gig as an artist, he was eager to bring you along to experience it with him.

But now, watching as the star of the show, Harry Styles— with his brunet curls tousled perfectly and lean, muscular arms caging your body in against the speaker you sat on— casually invited you backstage, he wasn’t entirely sure it was the right decision.

“What back there is worth my time?..” You probe, looking over his shoulder at the fluorescent-lit hallway that led backstage. Harry laughs dryly and looks off to the side for a moment, thinking about the question for a second. 

Glancing back at you with a playful glint in his emerald green eyes. “You’ll have to see for yourself.” 

Luke’s grip on the neck of his guitar tightens and he clears his throat into the microphone. “Check, check. One two, one two.” He says a little louder than necessary. The man at the sound booth gives him a thumbs up from backstage, but Luke doesn’t notice it. His eyes stay trained on the way Harry seems to lean too comfortably into you as he talks. “Check, check.” He repeats louder, bringing his slender hands to the mic and pulling it closer to his mouth. The feedback buzzes in the air and garners the attention of any listeners, including Harry and yourself.

You give the boy a curt smile and a thumbs up, reassuring him that his audio was indeed working. Luke didn’t care about that, though. He just wanted your attention off of Harry.

“You sound great, Lu!” You call out from stage right, still leaning against the speaker with the boy’s arms on either side of you. You couldn’t deny that Harry was hot— you understood why he was considered such a heartthrob— but at the moment, you weren’t registering how the position could’ve looked compromising to your boyfriend. Even worse, your relationship wasn’t public yet. The boys knew, management knew, and his family knew. That was it.

Luke gives you a tight-lipped smile in response, eyes then traveling to Harry to give him a less-than-satisfied look of approval. The brunet doesn’t get the message, though, and continues to make conversation. “Lu? S’ that some childhood nickname you gave him?” Harry teases.

“You could say.” Your answer amuses him. Girls that didn’t throw themselves at Harry were few and far between, but he enjoyed the challenge of getting them to break. “Where’s mine then?” His fingers prod a sensitive spot in your ribcage and you squeal. Keeling over, you try to squirm away from his fingers. “Huh? Where’s my nickname?”

From the center of the stage, Luke leans forward to try and follow your movement. The sound of your collective laughter didn’t exactly make him feel very comfortable. Your laughter alone brought butterflies to his stomach, but it wasn’t him making you laugh and that was the problem. Breaking the silence of the ambience once again, he strikes his pick against the strings and the sound reverberates loudly through the arena. Even the staff working around them stop in place to give him a confused, slightly irritated look. Just as he planned, the surprise sound breaks the two of you up.

Harry glances over irately and Luke, satisfied with himself, gives him a smug look. “Check.” He announces into the microphone after the chord slowly decrescendoed.

“You don’t have to burst our eardrums for soundcheck.” Harry quips with a discontented scoff. 

“You don’t have to have your hands all over her to have a conversation.” Luke retorts, leaning into the microphone so that the entire crew’s gaze now falls on you and Harry.

With a bruised ego, the boy steps back a little from you and gives you room to breathe. Even your cheeks heat up, you can’t imagine how Harry feels. With a little huff, Luke runs his hand through his blonde quiff tiredly. “You’re all good, boys. You can exit the stage.” A stage manager calls out to them from underneath his headset. The other boys take their time setting their gear down and grabbing a drink, but Luke hurriedly sets his guitar down, steps away from the mic, and heads towards you.

Since he’d been called out, Harry had been less touchy-feely than before, but he still stuck around you. He seemed adamant about showing you his dressing room, letting you meet the other members of One Direction or any other excuse he could find to bring you with him backstage, and that pissed Luke off.

Wrapping his arms around your upper torso, Luke looms over you from behind. “Sorry, about early, mate. 'Just trying to get the mic working properly.” He offers Harry a half-assed smile before letting his hands wander to your hips, giving them a reaffirming squeeze. “You havin’ fun backstage, baby?..” He stoops down a little to hear you properly as you respond. “Harry was just about to bring me to the dressing rooms!..” You tilt your head to the side, pecking his cheek sweetly. He hums at your words. 

“Yeah? That sounds like fun! Mind if I join you two?” With an excited nod, you head towards the hallway backstage, the dingy lighting humming above you. Following close behind, Luke drapes his arm over your shoulder and gazes over his shoulder at Harry proudly. His hand travels down to rest against your ass, which he knows Harry is staring at intently, tucking his hand in your back pocket, leaving only his middle finger out for him to see.  Harry clears his throat uncomfortably.

“What’re you doing?” You raise an eyebrow at Luke and he shrugs, directing his vision back in front of him with his dimples on full display. 

“Hm? Nothin’. Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

[shrimphearted]

“Friendship” in the Revolutionary Girl Utena light novels

[lully-jo]

I wonder how many people really love and relate to Alisaie because they too were the girl who struggled to understand how folks around her could act like suffering and selfishness and hivemind behavior was normal and their softness was called a weakness and so they built up an abrasive exterior to force people to take them seriously and now they don't know how to be vulnerable without feeling embarrassed or cringe even though they still feel things so deeply it's almost suffocating...

[philosoap]

Zayn's transformation 2011-2025

because he's so fckn beautiful god help me

[byjovewhataspend]

oh hey that reminds me, i didn't put my Shigadeku animation here

set in a universe where he survived and was rehabilitated

[cptnbeefheart]

last year in my sketchbook: can representational art be more sustainable for me if i take it less seriously? can i balance the two? | my art