#go practice bitches

[kingofthewilderwest]

Classical music practice time

Expectation: Full concert in your bedroom Reality: Practicing an F major scale for an hour

[deoidesign]

Doing master studies the only way I know how: Stealing them and making them my guys.

(Barberini Faun)

(The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel)

(Covent Garden - William Bruce Ellis Rankin)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 98

So there’s been a leucistic raven around the area I live and they are giving me ideas. 

 Danny is having fun. He’s on vacation! Sort of. Look, the GIW can barely find ecto-animals, and apparently being a halfa means that once Amorpho helped him with shapeshifting, he was golden. Well not literally, apparently his form’s coloration is based on his hair. So. But even then, who expects a raven of all things to be stopping crimes? Or aiding them. Look, the plant-lady has the right idea and he thinks Sam would adore her. Er, as long as she doesn’t kill anyone that is. 

 And Clockwork even gave his approval to do some time shenanigans too! Apparently there’s some super-speed heroes who he’s getting frustrated with and he’s allowed to follow them back in time to mess with their own stumbling through the time stream. Or something, does he really care? No, he’s on vacation! 

 But his absolute favorite has to be this sad funky british man and this age-shifting magic boy. He of course brings them all the best gossip- and food for the kid. Look, just because he’s on vacation doesn’t mean he’s gonna’ be heartless. He remembers how it is as a teenage-hero and the kid is like, ten so. 

 Though he’s pretty sure Mr sad-trench coat dude knows he’s not a normal raven but it’s hilarious to hear him try to figure it out. 

[elviraaxen]

It's actively hilarious being at the other end of figuring out my autism like I thought I was such a lost cause due to my "random nervous breakdowns and self harming behavior" and the cure all this time was chicken nuggets and spinning in circles for a bit

[intricate-ritualz]

jason: yeah i just feel like i’m expected to pick a side, ya know? but why can’t i choose both sides? why can’t there be some sort of fluidity with these things?

leo: shit, man! you’re bi? this is amazing news because as a matter of fact i–

jason: … i was talking about the greek and roman camps??

[little-red-fool]

Glass Jackal 🐺

[lord-prey]

Pose practice and a excuse to draw Adams demon look

[eemiejab]

woe, historical art references be upon ye

[simikae]

oh—these young people! life’s gone on as if i’ve never lived

[brainrotcharacters]

I think I finally know why this shot was a religious awakening for me

more in tags because you fuckers seem to enjoy that

[latenightsundayblues]

This is sorta dumb but I love long, kind of shitty overcomplicated franchises like Saw and Scream bc you go to the theater and just know everyone else there is as much of a freak about those movies as you are. No normal person who knows nothing about a lore-heavy ongoing series is gonna look at the poster for the 34th installment and go "yeah whatever id like to watch that". Its so funny seeing fans cheer and whoop and cry at the screen bc billy fuckin loomis is back inside some 20 yo's head or Mark "Whoreman" Hoffman appeared for half a minute in The Bathroom to say "epic bad luck" and cut to black

[triforce-of-mischief]

thinking about poc headcanons for the lu links, and how i haven't seen much variety

if i list them it'd be easier to say who i have seen portrayed with darker skin

twilight, hyrule, wind, four. ravio and shadow

that's it

not touching the can of worms of gerudo and mixed-race headcanons, but black hylians exist too

if there's art of poc legend, warriors, wild... anyone really, please let me know so i can admire it

representation is beautiful <3

[shadystranger]

sam walks around everyday at the risk of getting dean jumpscared. pray for him

love how he made the dogshittest coverup in history of mankind and tucked his hair back

[dragonpyre]

I think you’ve seen how to train your dragon

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. What could have possibly given you that impression

(yes, very true)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hey, you remember all those vague asks about someone angrily writing a Sans x Barnaby fanfic?

Yeah, well, I did it.

I'm working on the rest of the fic, gonna have at least 10 chapters with a bunch of lore sprinkled in between, but here, have this snippet for now:

All was peaceful in Home, as it always was. That's what Barnaby loved most about it. Everyone was friendly, playful, always willing to listen to his jokes (even if some of them were bad, and he got a tomato or two thrown at him in response.) He especially enjoyed spending time with Wally and Howdy, always willing to teach Wally a new joke or two, before using those new jokes in Howdy's Bugdega.

This particular afternoon, however, Barnaby was lazily lounging under a shady tree. Howdy was busy with some new stock in the shop, and Wally was playing a new complex game with an excitable Julie and a reluctant Frank. As for the others, Eddie was busy delivering mail, and Poppy was helping Sally with a new playscript. So, here Barnaby was, alone and letting out a loud yawn while coming up with some new comedy acts.

“Hm… maybe an airplane joke? Nah, nah, I've already made plenty of those. Something about bones? That could work, but how would I include the topic into an act…?” He mumbled to himself, putting a paw up to his chin in thought.

Then he felt the ground under him… shift.

Sink.

Slowly sinking deeper beneath him.

“What the..?” Barnaby looked down, confused as to why the grass seemed to be growing higher around him.

The sinking began to grow faster now, panicking the big beagle.

“W-Woah, woah, what's going on?!” Barnaby tried to scramble off the ground, but before he could, the grassy ground fell under him all at once. He yelped as he fell beneath the tree's roots, falling down a tight twisted tunnel. Barnaby reached his arms out, in the hopes of latching onto a stray root to climb his way out, but to no avail. He let out a grunt as his head harshly hit a rock on the way down, and his vision went black.

Barnaby didn’t know how long he was out for. However, he did know that, instead of waking up at the bottom of a dirt tunnel like he expected, he woke up in… a snowy forest?

“Ugh…” Barnaby groaned, wincing as he slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head. With another wounded groan, he looked around in his new environment. The sky seemed to be replaced with a rocky roof, indicating that he was still underground, but… that doesn't explain the evergreen trees or the snow that seemingly fell from nowhere.

“… the hell..?” He mumbled, confused and unsure what to do.

“Hey, buddy.”

Barnaby stiffened at the sudden voice, turning around slowly. There stood a… a skeleton?

“I think you dropped this.” The skeleton spoke in a lazy voice, wearing a blue hooded jacket and a seemingly-permanent toothy smile on his face. In his left hand, he held Barnaby's hat, tilting it out to the beagle. Barnaby must have dropped it when he fell down here.

“Uh… thanks.” Barnaby hesitantly took the hat from the strange skeleton, trying to offer a friendly smile in response, before putting his hat back on.

“No problem,” the skeleton replied simply, putting his hands back in his pockets. “The name's Sans. Sans the Skeleton. What's yours?”

“… Barnaby. Barnaby B Beagle.”

“Nice to meet ya, Beagle. So, what were you doing on the ground? Didn’t look like you were making snow-dogs or anything.”