#expanded glass

[parisoonic]

pals drinking together (hand practice that got out of control)

[comicbookddr]

the shot of the fucking robot dog dragging all of their expensive luggage lethargically in the background all while miles bron says "this isn't just a rich-asshole house!" stuck in my mind immediately and will stay there forever.

[isjasz]

[Day 205]

🫂

(Doodling whatever on the canvas with no plan and yoloing part 2. except I got too invested HDKEJRKJTKQK)

[canisalbus]

That juice box ask is so right. Machete will definitely shrivel into dust if he does not have his daily H2O intake.

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[honeyywoods]

“Y’ever heard of pirate glass?” Jack asked out of the blue, his drawing hand stilling as he set his charcoal down. Davey raised a curious brow, and thoughtlessly tilted the angle of his head as he did so. This drew a ‘tsk’ from Jack - ever the artist - and Davey rolled his eyes fondly before returning to his original position. “No,” Davey responded, watching with surprise as Jack retrieved his pastels. This was an exceedingly rare thing, Davey knew; Jack’s sketches were almost always exclusively charcoal. Nothing more than smudges of black on white, and yet so much more. Jack breathed such life into his drawings that they hardly needed color.

And yet.

Davey watched from the corner of his eye as Jack rifles through the box, pulling out several colors that he can’t quite see. “Why do you ask?” Davey inquired, his voice sounding strangely in the New York night. Even with the bustle of the city, the two of them seemed to be in another world where the only sound was the clattering of chalk.

Jack hummed as he shifted back, pastels in hand. “‘S neat stuff.” He said simply, starting in with one of the pastels - a pitch-dark shade, Davey could now tell. “When you look at it in the dark, or in most light, it looks just plain black or brown.” Jack continued, his hand making delicate, meticulous swipes across the paper. “Guess them pirates thought it helped keep the sun out o’ their booze or somethin’.” A chuckle, and when Davey looked over there was a sort of half-smile on Jack’s face, though his eyes were still trained on his drawing.

“But, if you get it in the right light, it’s anythin’ but plain. The color shines through.” Jack held up a bright spring green, something soft in his eyes that Davey couldn’t quite place. “Like a gemstone, y’know? Real pretty.” With that, Jack returned to the drawing, and the pair lapsed into quiet.

Chalk scratching paper, Jack’s soft, even breathing. Davey could stand to stay like this forever.

Davey isn’t sure how much time passed just like that, but eventually Jack stood up, tipped the chalk dust off of the drawing, and lingered awkwardly in his spot for a moment. A hand brushing over his braids, Jack turned his sketchbook around and extended it to Davey.

Oh. Oh.

Staring back at Davey was his own face - his own eyes. Davey was no art critic, but it was obvious that Jack had made the eyes the focal point. His eyes. They were bright golden-green, like new spring growth, with dark around the edges.

Davey knew that it shouldn’t have been so special. He saw his eyes regularly in the small mirror kept next to the bathtub, after all. But Jack had made them look…different. As though the lights of the city had turned them into something else entirely.

Pirate glass.

What a funny thing indeed. Such a fitting concept for Jack, who seemed to know everything about the seemingly most unusual matters. Davey was forced to wonder where Jack had learned of it - perhaps it was just another case of ‘improving the truth.’

Regardless, there was something to be said about Jack using such a comparison to communicate his thoughts about Davey’s eyes.

Real pretty played back in his head, and suddenly everything clicked neatly into place.

And even if pirate glass was just a Jack Kelly-certified method of skirting around the truth, Davey could think of worse ways to find out.

[mistriavalley]

I really wanna write for Ridgside Village and Stardew Expanded, because a lot of these characters got me on my knees

[needlemeister]

ms paint iterators

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

Anyways

[the-frosty-mac]

okay so. Doctor Who spinoff rabbithole

Introducing “The Sekimeiya: Spun Glass,” a mystery visual novel with a moderate fanbase (it has almost 200 reviews on Steam, largely positive).

I’ve never played it myself, but it seems interesting enough. Now you might be wondering what it has to do with Doctor Who. It’s an anime art style visual novel, what could the relevance possibly be?

Well, “The Sekimeiya: Spun Glass” features a character named Larles. But Larles did not originate in this game. Larles originated from a little anthology book titled “Cwej: Down the Middle.”

Cwej, as in Chris Cwej. Seventh Doctor companion Chris Cwej. Who originates from the 1995 Doctor Who novel “Original Sin,” who travelled with the Doctor for a while (still occasionally getting appearances at Big Finish) before getting a whole new layer of complication thanks to Faction Paradox (which plays into Down the Middle).

In other words, The Sekimeiya: Spun Glass crosses over with a spinoff of a spinoff of a semi-obscure licensed Doctor Who novel series from the 90s

God, I love Doctor Who

[naivegh0ul]

Okay hear me out on this... mechanic!au with the 141. After the events of MW3, the close call with Soap is too much so after they capture Makarov, they all retire (idk if this is possible but just go with it) and open up and autoshop somewhere in England.

It gives them something to do with their hands and it doesn't hurt anybody so it's a win-win. The shop is called 141 Bodyshop or something like that.

Price is the most popular, customers immediately trust him with the repair of their car because of how blunt yet kind he is with people. He also gives off Daddy energy and he can tell that the customers like that.

Gaz is the charmer within the group so most of the time he's behind the till because customers won't stop flirting with him instead of explaining what's wrong with their car.

Soap is more hands-on so he isn't interacting with people as much, though when he is Price has to scold him for trying to hide his number in the customers cars. He's too much of a flirt so Price has to keep him away from the customers.

Ghost is the main one who works on the cars because he's good with his hands (😉). He chooses to stay in the back with the cars because people don't like to talk to him, he scares most of the customers off and stares blankly at the ones who do try to flirt with him.

Idk this isn't thought out in the slightest it was just a thing that popped into my head before bed.

[pourablecat]

What if I also gave Cheery glasses.

[mcrbiddreams]

i will NEVER shut up about closeted trans girl todomatsu okay guys THE CLOSET IS GLASS YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME.

i believe in the rights of feminine men but not this bitch. this one's deeper then that.

[ryvzo]

He should have known that when he broke the glass to return to his body that he didn't leave alone.

And he definitely wasn't expecting to see him again.

He spotted Tommy's car on the street next to his loft, and the tell-tale scent of his cooking wafting through his door sends pleasure down his spine. Pushing the door open, he's greeting with...nothing. There's a pot sitting on the stove, low heat with a lid on, but Tommy isn't there.

Must be upstairs, then. He drops his back, fully intending to head up the stairs, when he hears a small moan. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His blood runs cold.

Swallowing, he steps around the corner. His eyes widen. Suddenly, he's back in that hospital storage closet, staring at...himself.

Except, this is the real world, and he's straddling Tommy. Their making out heavily, with his...doppelganger rocking his hips intermittently. The moans he's pulling from Tommy send shivers down his spine and he wants...but what the fuck? He stumbles back a bit.

Tommy opens his eyes briefly, catching the movement before pulling away. His eyes lock with Buck's and the realization is hitting him all at once. His eyes widen comically and they flick back and forth between the two of them.

"Evan?" He whispers, shocked and his doppelganger breaks out into a laugh.

""Evan?"" He laughs, kiss reddened mouth twisting into a smile. "I guess that makes me Buck."

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

[wolftozier]

HI! i love ur blog so much im also totally super completely normal about Richie Tozier

And your posts abt werewolf!richie has me thinking more about him because I never really lingered on the concept before but it’s so so good im kinda obsessed w it

I don’t Even really have a headcanon to share rn i just wanted to say that I can’t stop thinking abt werewolf richie now lmfao

anyways have a good one!🫡

WAAA im glad u like my blog <333

werewolf richie is such a good concept and theres so much to do with him.... i love the metaphor of the beast inside, something uncontrollable and terrifying, especially w/ richies internalised homophobia! it suits him SO well and im so sad it never made it into the 2017/19 movies ;-;

if ur not already following him i know @t4tozier has a lot of good werewolf richie posts! im sure my other friends also have some good posts but t4tozier is who i think of when i think werewolf richie, lol.

[needlemeister]

one must imagine iterator ocs [and nsh] happy