#i don't know if i like this or not

[isabelleneville]

@perioddramasource: Period Drama Appreciation Week 2024

day six | favourite era/time period

T H E W A R S O F T H E R O S E S (as shown in The Hollow Crown, The White Queen and The White Princess )

[flyolai-brainrot]

trying out new things art wise

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

Okay that makes sense, past and present being surrender and new perspectives, and contentment and satisfaction let's see what my future card is!

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[chetchad]

The Best Room They Have Is The Last Room You Want

(Brad Vickers x FEM!reader)

Warnings; sexual jokes, Brad being a little perv, no real smut, barely edited.

Summary; Brad and readers normal nights together as a married couple.

Title from The Best Room by Modest Mouse

Brad sighed, late shifts in the office were always boring and repetitive. He just wanted to go home, crack open some cheap beer, and eat dinner with you. God, just the thought of you sent him into a spiraling frenzy of emotions. Lust, happiness, and longing mostly.

The brunet missed you, even if he saw you everyday and spent every night with you; he'd still miss you dearly. With a small huff, he continued his mind-numbing paperwork and waited for the time to pass.

~~~

Brad parked his small 1997 Honda Civic, white, a little dinged up. But Brad loved it, it was his pride and joy. Pocketing his keys, Brad opened the driver's side door and climbed out, closing it behind him. He walked up the small concrete walkway, humming to himself when he noted that he needed to cut the grass again.

Brad groaned in annoyance when he realized that he could not have put his keys away, and that he had to now use his house key. Fishing the bundle of keys out, he slotted the house key in, a bright pink finish on it. You had insisted on it, as he always lost his keys, and now his keys were all embarrassingly colorful.

Brad snorted and shook his head when he heard the dog come running towards the door, the dog's tail beating against the floor while he waited for his favorite person to walk in. Brad smiled when he heard you talking to the dog, asking if Brad was finally home.

After unlocking the door and opening it, the canine excitedly jumped when Brad walked in. Brad chuckled and rubbed the chocolate lab's head, before walking into the living room where he assumed that you were.

Fuck.

You sat on the couch, only in a baggy shirt and a pair of his boxers. You had insisted on it, if he got to wear your socks; you got to wear his and his boxers.

Brad really needs to thank Joseph for daring him to buy a Hooters T-shirt from said breastaurant. Now Brad gets to see you wear the loose T-shirt around the house, sometimes just it and a pair of panties.

Shaking the dirty thoughts from his head, Brad walked over and sat next to you, leaning over and pecking your lips. Brad toed his boots off, and peeled his socks off, wiggling his now free toes. “How was work?”

You glanced up from your magazine, and smiled at him, “Fine. Still cute as always. The kids got really excited when I told them about the possum in the backyard last night.”

You worked as an elementary school teacher, you taught second grade language arts. You always came back with cute little stories about your class.

“Yeah? That's cute.” Brad replied, looking over at the TV. “WrestleMania? You like wrestling?”

“Wanted some background noise while I cleaned up around the house.” You shrugged, looking back down at the PlayGirl magazine.

Brad shook his head fondly at you, a bit jealous that you were looking at porn right in front of him. But, then again, you seemed bored looking at it.

“You know, I'm kinda jealous that you get to work around a bunch of little seven year-olds and teach them to spell n’ stuff.” Brad sighed, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in the old couch. “I have to work with brawly guys.”

“Hey, what about Jill?” You asked, tossing the magazine on the coffee table.

“She counts too. She beat everyone at arm wrestling and thumb wrestling.” Brad mumbled, his bottom lip jutting out in a tiny pout.

“Aw, is Brad jealous that I get to work with a bunch of cute kids?” You teased, leaning towards him with a cheeky smirk. “‘Cause it's not all sunshine and rainbows. Just yesterday I had to help one of the kids clean puke off of his shirt.”

Brad grimaced, a look of disgust across his face, “Ew…”

“Yeah.” You hummed, pecking his cheek and leaning back against the arm of the couch.

“My point still stands, I'd rather deal with puke than some grown man with his boner.” Brad muttered, not realizing how lewd it sounded.

“Brad, are…are you giving sexual favors?” You asked with a shocked look, unable to hide the childish grin.

Brad's head snapped up, and looked at you with a bright blush across his cheeks. “W-what?! No!”

“You sure?” You giggled, staring at him with amusement while you rested your feet in his lap. Brad gave you a side-eye, and a little sneer.

Before Brad could open his mouth and give a rebuttal, the doorbell rung. You stood up and walked walked over to the front door, Brad shamefully watching your hips sway with each stride. With a small groan, Brad grabbed a throw pillow and laid it on his lap, covering his semi-hard bulge.

You came back with a take-out bag in hand, fondly rolling your eyes when you saw his lap-pillow. You set the bag next to the magazine on the coffee table, walking to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator.

“What do you want?” You called out to Brad, listening to him excavate through the bag of Chinese food.

“Beer.” Brad called back, letting out a small ‘yes!’ when he found crab rangoon.

You walked back with a beer bottle and Pepsi, setting them down on the little table. You plopped down next to Brad, reaching down and grabbing the orange chicken and the plastic fork, along with the fried rice.

After the two of you ate dinner, let the dog out, and shared a cigarette on the back porch, you guys were back in your bathroom.

Brad was taking a leak, while you brushed your teeth over the sink. With the toothbrush in your mouth, you looked over at Brad and down at the toilet.

“Is it awys tht crlor?” You asked, your words muffled with toothpaste.

Brad looked up from his dick, and at you with a small glare, “My urine is a normal color.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned over the sink, spitting the glob of foam out of your mouth. You gargled some water and spat it out, wiping your mouth after and moving to the side when Brad walked over to wash his hands.

Brad brushed his teeth and watched you apply face cream and moisturizer on, his eyes were full of love and pure awe. Brad always wondered how he got such a gorgeous woman to date him, let alone marry him.

God he was lucky.

Brad smiled around the toothbrush when he watched you leave the bathroom, listening to the sheets rustle when you climbed in bed. After Brad finished up in the bathroom, he changed into sweats and a plain, white t-shirt.

Crawling into bed, Brad wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a soft kiss against your skin. Basking in the way you curled back into him, Brad smiled brightly and closed his eyes.

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

[danlous]

Ignoring the real possibility he intentionally let himself be caught from the little we know so far Luigi Mangione's case is a fascinating combination of astonishing brilliance and confusing stupidity. This young man plans and executes his assassination and escape with such a meticulous care and calmness that it's suspected that he's a professional hitman. He comes up with Riddler-sque moves like writing his manifesto poetically on the bullets and leaving his backpack behind full of Monopoly money. He carefully wears a mask to avoid being identified but removes it because a woman who was checking him into the hostel was flirting with him and wanted to see his smile. He still manages to escape the most surveilled city in the country in the midst of ongoing national manhunt only to get caught in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Pennsylvania while eating at the McDonalds. Because for some reason he had the same clothes and mask as in New York and was carrying the same gun and suppressor. And when the cops detained him he showed them the same fake id he used in New York. And oh yeah he's a frat bro gym rat who has a masters degree in computer science from Penn but reads stupid self-help books about being on the grind and is 'anti-woke' while being bisexual suffering from anxiety and wanting to end oppressive capitalism. Not even god himself could invent a person like this

[some-pers0n]

I'm always entertained by people doing those "canon VS fanon" memes where both are misunderstanding characters to such a violent degree 'cause like

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[thelaurenshippen]

watching bridgerton and obviously there were a lot of things wrong with the way socializing has worked in the past, but honestly the idea of a "calling hour" is so appealing. office hours for friendship. you can show up unannounced at my home between 1 and 3pm. you must leave by 3pm. I may give you a pastry. lets bring that back

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[gongyussy]

i'll let phie-san say it:

[sparrowlucero]

speaking of how to train your dragon and creature design, the shift from the really naturalistic art direction and character animation for the first movie's toothless- the face getting flatter, the eyes bigger and closer together, getting rid of the little realistic details like the dust collecting between the scales, the pink splotching where the scales end at the nostrils, the muted markings, the animation making a shift from largely realistic animal behavior to much more anthropomorphic- is such a huge downgrade to me, made worse because it's subtle in such a way that you will sound insane if you mention it

(huge L for the "the audience's capacity to find a creature cute and empathetic and expressive is directly proportional to how much it looks like a human baby" principle of character design because the first one is so so much cuter)

[captainbee66]

I miss the era of the internet where everyone had an evil alter ego/character that would show up on their channel, just to be silly, that eventually got a lot of lore from the fandom for no reason. It was a simpler time.

[mochasucculent]

The gang all together 👍

Sketch v final + refs below!

First pic was reffed from My Own Private Idaho, which ended up being a really bad idea because this focal length was ridiculous to try and flatten out and match with the others lol

Second pic was obvi The Pieta by Michelangelo, but shoutout to my partner for suggesting the role reversal cause I was initially gonna draw Viktor in Jayce's arms again, but having it the other way around gave me the idea for the last piece where they're mutually in each other's arms and on equal ground in the composition

Third pic was reffed from The Blossoming Of Love by Miquel Blay! Had to move Jayce's hand to Viktor's shoulder because he was too yolked for his arm to fit between them lmao

[bloggingboutburgers]

Happy ace week y'all