#drift test

[padawansuggest]

Anakin: *after his 5th failed Coruscant driving test in a row* hmm…

Mace: You’re the reason your master is going grey already. This is why I have to take you to this once a month instead of him.

Anakin: That’s fair, but in my defense, I think those speeder bikes weren’t where they were supposed to be either.

Mace: Yes. Because your speeder pushed them on top of that building.

Anakin: …that’s also fair.

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)

[staryxio]

Drifter 

[maverickflare]

panel redraw :] original under cut

[tricoufamily]

who the fuck decided to add that dumbass fucking drift on the sims 4 camera who the fuck was asking for that i need that person to kill themself i NEEEEEED them to

[subsequentibis]

i understand why they made the changes to cassidy's backstory in the preacher tv show, and for the most part i'm on board with a lot of the changes to his character in general - my impression is that his original storyline was kind of influenced by ennis's run on hellblazer and getting sick of the constantine character who would use his friends up, get them killed, and get to keep going being beloved by fans because comics just Go in perpetuity like that - because the original storyline really lays into addicts and people who relapse, it's shockingly unsympathetic and hard to swallow at least for me. so while i like a lot of his story changes overall, making him a more sympathetic character it's easier to root for, still keeping a manipulative, lying edge to him but with more nuance to it, i can't say i'm too fond of the change for him pre-vampiring from idiot younger brother being dragged around by protective older brother to putting him in that older brother figure sort of role. as much as i think it tracks with the story they're telling i find that it sort of flattens his character out or makes it a bit more generic. i miss when he used to be a little twit.

[pyrasterran]

working to try and make a manga-style aesthetic for my webcomic that looks as un-digital as I can figure out while applying traditional tools like screen tones, I think I've found a happy starting point

[yloiseconeillants]

JUNELEZEN - Day 13 :: Ancient Times

all.is.right.in.creation

[truly-quirkless]

@heterochromatica asked:

"Sensei, if I may ask this... what was my old man like during high school?"

[Prompted? || Accepting!]

"He had a rather fiery temper, like young Bakugo. Unlike him, he didn't really speak all that much, though...not unless one of the other students tried to pick at his pride, or pointed out my achievements when he was around." He let out a small breath.

"...he didn't curse in class, from what I remember when our grades crossed paths...but him and I did grow rather distant...until what I could call our mutual acquaintance-ship of one another faded away." Yagi rubbed the back of his neck. "...after a while, he only ever spoke to me as a 'challenge',...and even that was rare. But, he maintained that hot-headedness of his..."

[acourtofquestions]

They drifted into the blackness for another day, then two. Still the sea did not appear.

Aelin was sleeping, a dreamless, heavy slumber, when a strong hand clasped her shoulder. "Look," Rowan whispered, his breath brushing her ear.

She opened her eyes to pale light. Not the ocean, she realized as she sat up, the others rousing, undoubtedly at Rowan's word.

Overhead, clinging to the cavern ceiling as if they were stars trapped beneath the rock, small blue lights glowed.

Glowworms, like those in the lantern Thousands of them, made infinite by the reflection in the black water. Stars above and below.

From the corner of her eye, Aelin glimpsed Elide press a hand to her chest. A sea of stars—that's what the cave had become.

Beauty. There was still beauty in this world.

Stars could still glow, still burn bright, even buried under the earth.

Aelin breathed in the cool cave air, the blue light. Let it flow through her.

Rattle the stars. She'd promised to do that.

The emerald on her marriage band glistened with its own fire.

Beauty remained—and she would fight for it. Needed to fight.

It was a constant thrum in her blood, her bones. Right alongside the power that she shoved down deep and dismissed with each breath. Fight—one last time.

She'd escaped so she might do it. Would think of all those still defying Morath, defying Maeve, while she trained. She wouldn't hesitate. Didn't dare to pause. She'd make this time count. In every way possible.

Aelin could have sworn the living stars overhead sang, a celestial choir that floated through the caves.

A star-song carried along the river current, running beside them, for the last miles to the sea.

[transingthoseformers]

I just adore that: mecha taking the opportunity to explore their looks more in times of peace. Try out different paintjobs, maybe sketch out possible frame changes, get the color of their optics turned back to what it was before, have that tattoo they've been wanting... Just, the signs that nature is healing and they're allowed to hope and explore now that the fighting is over.

[tyrantwombat]

There is a lot happening right now, but the authorial decision to relay this to the reader by putting Song Taewon, Han Yoojin, and Sung Hyunjae alone in a room together had to have been The most chaotic way to go about it.

Case and point: Song Taewon heard 'possibility of double suicide' and didn't think twice. Sung Hyunjae is lovingly feeding them personally baked goods while nearly actually vibrating with the desire to absolutely murder both of them. Han Yoojin - the man who walked into this building prepared to blow it up with a bomb as an expression of disgruntlement - is currently the acting voice of reason as he desperately tries to referee this shit with a gun.

Some highlights:

SHJ: I'm still trying to decide if I should kill you.

HYJ: *oh free juice!* Officer Song, sit down please, he said he's still thinking about it.

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STW&SHJ: *very literary showdown scene, very dramatic**you who are better than I at stripping away the monster and swallowing it whole-* *pst use looting* *pst I got it*

HYJ, in background: *staring into camera like he's on the office are you seeing this shit*

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HYJ: You know you could die, right?

STW: I'm fine with that.

HYJ: Of course you are.

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HYJ: WILL YOU BOTH JUST SHUT UP NO ONE IS DYING THIS TIME

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STW:

STW: why

STW:

STW: why is there a child?

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HYJ: okay but hear me out...

HYJ: what if you could kill me?

[gauntletqueen]

(full video) (twitch)

[lwieserce]

I didnt do all things i was meant to do before february ends to get my shit together. Welllll maybe ill never get my shit together. Its ok i guess....

[heirbane]

it's sunday.

gaius would probably be into some fairly rough p.ower p.lay.

it's only been in the last decade or so that he has been comfortable with a purposeful exchange of power. He climbed through the military year after year, his title forcing respect into those beneath him. As he aged, fewer parties stayed his peer or above... and as he matured, the need to bury his partner's face in the sheets to assert dominance began to wane as well.

As previously posted, Gaius outgrew his need to devour whole. He began to appreciate playing with his food, enjoying the multiple courses one at a time. A fuck needn't be a swift and simple thing, and he's learned that giving his partners a few things to use against him - both metaphorically and physically - makes the dessert taste all the sweeter.

He is still most confident, and most comfortable, with leading their waltz. But as an older man, he no longer tries to overcorrect when his partner changes their tune or speed: so long as the respect and camaraderie is there, he is open to letting them have their fun.

(some knifeplay and bondage is far and away the easiest way to catch his interest, should you be able to put up with his attempted small talk. magic isn't off the table, should his partner/s know what they are doing; and putting him on his knees to worship those he's with until they're sated is just fine with him, should he be allowed a pillow or cushion to rest on. His knees are as old and broken as the rest of him - cut him some slack.)