#i hope this is decent

[fearmeeeee]

TUMBLR ATE THE ASK WHEN I SAVED IT AS A DRAFT SO IM SORRY IT WONT NOTIFY Sorry for taking so long to reply! If there is ONE thing I need to stay with you from this, it's study your own body. Its the fastest, most accurate, most easily available way to study anatomy. Crouch, touch your shoulders, hug your legs, raise your arms above your head and try to notice the differences in size between limbs. Put your hand on your face. Look at your reflection in a mirror/window. Especially since we are talking about proportions, those are about the same in all bodytypes and need just minor tweaking to get the feel of a different build. And if you dont draw your bodytype, who will? Disclaimer: I'm very honoured you asked me for tips, but I usually dont think abt proportions, since I internalize the things I learn by observing, so its a bit hard to put into diagrams. I will do my best!

Since the ask is pretty general, I just tried to give the first advice that comes to mind.

When drawing the body standing up, the top of the hip is the middle of the entire height. Also when standing, the elbows would align with the waist and the wists with the crotch.

Try touching your shoulder with the hand of the same side. The forearm is shorter than the upper arm, but combined with the hand it exceeds the length. Same for legs (thighs are the longest part) when the foot is pointed down. When you measure from the base of the foot though, the knee is around the middle. When the arm is held above the head, it can bend at the elbow around 90 degrees and then it will touch the top of the head with the forearm. A hand will take up the face of a person, from chin to eyebrow tips, but hand sizes can be pretty varied.

The bodies can have different muscle and fat masses and be exagerated, but the ratios above will still be about the same.

Also when drawing sitting down and hollding the legs , I've found its easy to kinda align the collarbone with the top of the knees (this works because the spine is bent so the torso has less length than when standing). The tips of the limbs (hands and feet) can be exagerated a bit bigger if you are unsure (or just want to) and they still look correct, whereass being drawn smaller makes them feel off.

Personally I draw hands MUCH bigger than I should because I like the way it looks, it is very much not the right proportion. I also tend to stretch the bodies much more, but it is very important you understand how bodies work and what the proportions are before you start stretching and exagerating the limbs. This is already my interpretation so studying real life is better still. I hope this makes sense, I'm bad at explaining Thank you for the ask, and have fun creating💚

[draganwhorror]

Note: It's here! The first chapter of my prequel to my angsty Wes fic, Moonflower (which is only a short story). This story is going to be about Wes's second chance with Dawn and the buildup of their relationship--from dating to marriage to parenthood. It'll all lead up to the events that trigger his grief in Moonflower.

I know Wes doesn't really get a lot of love, but he's honestly my favorite Ted character ever (even moreso than Travis, who is at least top 5, but closer to 5 than 1). Writing about him makes me happy, so I do hope you guys will maybe consider showing this fic (and Moonflower) some love. I would honestly, truly appreciate it more than you can even imagine. ❤️

Second Chances

Chapter One

It was the worst day of Wes's life. Well, no. That was a lie. It was the anniversary of the worst day of Wes's life. It had been a year now since he'd given up everything. Since he'd un-wished his wish and lost the woman he'd loved from afar for so long.

Hope had been the only woman he'd wanted, but she hadn't even known he'd existed. Until he'd made that wish. Unfortunately, that wish had officially ruined Wes's life. He'd had a good month with Hope, and he'd never felt more loved. Now, though... Now, he was alone. Heartbroken. And maybe even a little ashamed of his actions. He'd known wishing for Hope to love him more than anything wasn't the right way to go about things, but he'd just wanted to be with her so badly. Sometimes people did stupid things when they were in love.

Wes sighed as he stood in front of the hostess podium at the front of Lucky Chin's. The restaurant was, surprisingly, still thriving, but the wishing well had been removed. Even though it no longer worked, now that the coin had been destroyed, the owner had decided not to take any chances and had gotten rid of the well.

The hostess returned after a moment and glanced at Wes. "Just one?" she asked, and he nodded, feeling a pang in his chest. "Follow me, please."

Wes trailed along behind the woman, wondering why he was even at Lucky Chin's. It only held memories of a time he'd rather forget. A time of happiness, at least for him. Hope had moved on...and then moved away, and Wes knew it had been because of him that she'd left to start over somewhere else.

The hostess brought Wes to a table tucked in the corner of the restaurant, and he sat down, feeling a little awkward that he was all alone. Glancing around, he noticed the other tables either had couples or families sitting at them. One even had a group of friends laughing and joking around. Seeing everyone else around him looking happy or in love only served to make him feel even more dejected. What a sad sack he was.

A waitress came by and set a glass of water in front of Wes. He glanced up and thanked her, then asked for a ginger tea and some steamed dumplings. He knew he should probably order something else, because the last time he'd been here, with Hope, they'd shared some dumplings (and some kisses) over the table. God, he missed being kissed.

Wes sipped his water, quietly observing the other tables. No one seemed to pay him any attention, and his mind immediately supplied him with, Well, no one will ever notice you, because you're a loser.

A disappointed frown marred his lips as he stared down at his water glass, wondering if maybe he should move away from this godforsaken small town too. Start over somewhere else. But what good would that do? Wes was already in his early 40s. He had glasses. He liked his khakis and button-ups. He collected coins. And he still held a small bit of Hope in his heart, even though he knew he shouldn't. What woman in her right mind would want him? Can't forget being unemployed...loser.

"Everything okay, handsome?"

A female voice startled Wes out of his self-loathing. He glanced up, expecting to see the waitress with his food, but instead he saw a woman with brown hair and brown eyes standing before him. She wore glasses, and she had an almost-shy smile on her face. He stared at her for a moment, her words finally registering in his brain.

"Uh... are you talking to me?" he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion. There was no way this woman had come up to a stranger and called him handsome. Especially not someone like Wes.

"'Course I am," she responded, her smile widening and lighting up her whole face. "Who else would I be talking to?"

Wes chuckled awkwardly. "Oh, uh...I don't know."

"Can I join you?" the woman asked, an oddly hopeful expression on her face. "You can say no if you want, but...you look like you could use a friend."

Wes hesitated, unsure. Why was this woman talking to him? Why was she asking to join him? What did she want with him? Was this some sort of prank?

"I, uh..."

The woman put her hands up in surrender, cutting Wes off. "I get it. It's a bit strange for someone you don't know to ask if they can join you at dinner. I'll leave you be. Sorry 'bout that."

Wes stared at her as she turned away from him. There was something oddly comforting about this woman, and even though he worried he was going to regret this, he called out, "Wait! I... You can join me."

The woman turned back around and beamed at him, and Wes felt his heart stutter in his chest. His body felt as though it had been struck by lightning. He'd never felt anything like this before, not even with Hope. Was this what real love felt like?

Don't be stupid, he scolded himself. There's no such thing as love at first sight. Soulmates don't exist, and this woman is probably crazy and will just end up hurting you too.

Wes felt a little anxious as the woman settled into the chair across from him. He was suddenly reminded of his last date here with Hope, before everything had gone to shit. They'd laughed and shared a plate of dumplings, her feeding him with her chopsticks. He'd felt awkward at the time, having his fiancée feeding him in public, but he'd gone along with it because it had made Hope happy. All Wes had wanted to do was make Hope as happy as she made him...

"So, what's your name, handsome?" the woman asked, pulling Wes back to the present. "My name's Dawn. I'm new in town. Just moved in a week ago."

Wes's mouth opened and closed as he tried to form words. Dawn waited patiently for him to respond, a small smile playing across her lips. Wes had a sudden urge to kiss her, but he knew he was being stupid. That desire was probably just another leftover urge from thinking about Hope.

"Oh, um, Wes. My name's Wes," he finally said, his cheeks a light shade of pink.

Dawn grinned and reached out, taking his hand and giving it a quick shake. "Nice to meet you, Wes. Did you already order something to eat? Can I share with you?"

Wes could only stare, his mind trying to keep up with this bold, beautiful woman in front of him. She was nothing like Hope. She wasn't as pretty, but there was something about her that he felt drawn to. She wasn't obsessed with him, either, but he knew that was because she had her own free will...and she was using it to spend time with him.

"You're new in town?" he blurted out, and Dawn nodded at him.

"Yep. Spent the last week getting settled, unpacking, you know... all that fun stuff," she told him with a laugh. "Thought I'd explore the town a little. Found myself here. Saw you sitting alone. Thought I'd come say hi. It's not every day a lucky lady gets to sit here with the most gorgeous man in town."

She winked at him, and Wes blushed, unsure of what was happening. Had he died? Was he dreaming? Why was this woman being so nice to him? Why did she think he was handsome? Was she blind?

"You can tell me if I'm bothering you, y'know," Dawn said after a moment of silence. "I know I can be a bit...annoying sometimes." She let out a self-deprecating chuckle. "I just want to befriend people, but I guess I can be a little off-putting."

Wes felt his heart swell with empathy. This woman seemingly had similar thoughts. He knew right then that he wanted to give her a chance. To be her friend. She was right—he could use a friend right about now.

Taking her hand in his, Wes gave it a gentle squeeze. "You're not bothering me," he admitted shyly. "I've never had anyone just...come up to me and want to be my friend. I've never...had a woman call me handsome before, either."

He blushed again, hoping he wasn't coming across as a giant loser. "No one ever really pays me much attention."

Dawn squeezed his hand in return, another bright smile on her face. "Well, you have me now," she said happily. "I think you're a cutie, and I'd love to be your friend...or more."

She winked at him, but before Wes could say anything else, the waitress reappeared with his tea and the plate of dumplings. His stomach rumbled as the scent hit his nose. He let go of Dawn's hand and picked up his chopsticks, trying to decide which dumpling he wanted first, even though they all looked the same.

Another pair of chopsticks came into his line of sight and picked up a dumpling before he had a chance to react. Dawn giggled, holding it out to him, and another sudden pang washed over him as he tried to tamp down that memory of Hope doing the same thing.

With his heart pounding in his chest, Wes leaned forward and took a bite of the dumpling, the mischievous look in Dawn's eyes making him nervous again. Was she up to something more sinister after all? Don't be stupid, Wes!

He chewed carefully on the bite he'd taken, watching as Dawn smirked at him and popped the other half of the dumpling into her mouth. Wes's mouth felt dry all of a sudden. This woman... She was quite...unexpected.

He took a sip of his ginger tea as Dawn received her own glass of water, and he watched her as she took a drink, the desire to kiss her almost overwhelming him. He knew he needed to control himself. He couldn't risk another heartbreak. He couldn't risk rushing things with someone he barely knew.

"So, handsome, what do you do here in town?" Dawn asked, picking up another dumpling. "Anything fun?"

Wes looked down, embarrassed. "Oh, um, I'm...between jobs right now. But I do...collect coins."

"Coins, huh? That's neat."

Wes watched Dawn nibbling at another dumpling, finding her interesting even though he didn't want to. He didn't want to risk his heart again.

"I'm the new town librarian," she told him. "Guess that shouldn't be surprising." She laughed, pointing to her glasses. "How stereotypical. I just need a pencil in my hair or tucked behind my ear, eh?"

Wes nodded, imagining himself tucked away in the stacks with her, his mouth on hers, the scent of books surrounding them...

"Maybe you could show me your collection sometime," Dawn suggested, taking another sip of water. "I'd like to see it."

Pleasantly surprised, Wes nodded again. "Sure. I'd be happy to show you...sometime."

Dawn beamed at him and finished her water. She rummaged in her pocket for a moment, then slid a $20 bill across the table. Wes looked at it, then glanced back up at her. She winked at him and said, "It's on me."

Wes started to protest, but Dawn was already pushing herself up from the table. "I'll see you around, cutie. You know where to find me whenever you're ready to show me those coins."

With one last wink and a wave, Dawn made her way out of Lucky Chin's, leaving Wes sitting there feeling confused, intrigued, and strangely aroused.

What a strange woman, he thought to himself as he finished off the dumplings and his tea.

He paid the bill, left a tip, and wandered out of the restaurant, a sudden spark of hope igniting in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, he'd finally get a second chance at love...

[enthyrea]

ma meilleure ennemie ⏳

[lokiinmediasideblog]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel) Additional Tags: Banishment, Dehumanization, Parental Abuse, Hurt Loki, Eventual Anti-villain Thor, Internalized categorism, Self-Hatred, Odin's A+ Parenting, Torture, Depowered Thor for a while, Genocide, War Crimes, Eventual Jotun Loki Summary:

What if Loki had given in to the demands to end Thor's banishment?

[milkamel]

Finally part 3! Gonna take a break after this one unless I have more ideas lol Anyway Smilk isn't the best example of how you're supposed to keep people you find endearing close-

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Hi :)

[bizarrelovetriangel]

distance

angst with comfort. brief jealous reader/mc and jealous zayne. slightly ooc zayne just bc you know he'd always put you first no matter how hectic life can get. but just for this one, he gets a little cold...

as insecurities take over, you distance yourself from zayne and zayne realizes how empty he feels without you.

Being a doctor can be stressful. It takes a lot of energy, and Zayne, no matter how perfect he seemed, isn't an exception.

Lately, his work has been taking a lot of his time, and it's starting to take a toll on his health. You've been trying to help him to take a break and relax for a while, but it hasn't been easy.

And your relationship was put to test.

You brought him food in his home office, and it had only gone cold and untouched.

You wanted to get his mind off work for a bit, so you took him out for plushie hunting at the claw machines after dinner one night, though he only said a few words as he watched you play, eyes looking like they're ready to close at any minute.

You encouraged him to join you in bed to get some sleep, hoping to get rid of the tiredness in his eyes, and he told you to go first and he'll join you in a few minutes, only for him to take hours, when you were already in a deep sleep.

You asked him to watch a movie with you, he said he wasn't in the mood, so you ended up falling asleep on the couch all alone until the movie's end credits started rolling.

You offered to give him a massage, gentle hands squeezing the tensed muscles of his shoulders, only for him to move away and say, "I'm sorry... I just need some time alone for a while. I need to finish this."

Of course, you understood. He is a doctor who has to do paper work along with treating the patience at Akso Hospital. Things can get pretty stressful, and even Zayne can be overwhelmed.

It's normal to want space.

After all, you admit that you might have seemed like a pesky buzzing fly to someone who just wants some silence.

"Okay. I'll head home, then. Good night, Zayne. Please, don't forget to eat and rest." Not wanting to annoy him any further, you resisted to give him your usual parting peck and embrace. Instead, you gave him a soft smile and a casual wave of goodbye before leaving his house.

In the following day, you sent Zayne a good morning message, reminding him to take good care of himself, and he responded with his favorite good morning sticker. You weren't able to see him at all, since the Wanderers you dealt with had been a handful. By the end of the day, after eating dinner at a ramen shop with your coworkers, Xavier and Tara, you just had enough energy left for shower before crashing on your bed.

The next day, you had a day off so you decided to stop by Akso Hospital to drop off lunch for Zayne, knowing that he's most likely just eating cafeteria food. You even got him some macarons as a treat for working so hard, so you're certain he'll choose your personal delivery than the cafeteria.

The moment you arrived, you were greeted by Yvonne, whose eyes lit up as soon as she spotted your figure. "Hey! It's been a while since you visited!"

"Haha, I know! Work's been crazy, but apparently not as hectic as yours!" You laughed as Yvonne pouted in agreement.

"Tell me about it!" Greyson appeared as well, clutching a few sheets of paper in one hand. "So many people are getting injured these days! Luckily, things are starting to calm down now though."

"That's good. You guys really need a break after all the hard work you've been doing." You then held up the light blue tote bag that contained the lunch box and started to walk towards Zayne's office. "Anyways, don't let me take anymore of your precious time. I just stopped by to give Zayne - "

Within several feet away from his office, you froze.

The door was partly opened, and inside you could see him. Zayne was already eating lunch, and he wasn't alone. He's with a woman, another doctor, based on the snippets of phrases you caught as she spoke elegantly.

You couldn't tear your eyes off Zayne's bright eyes and his lips slightly curled into a smile.

The smile that you haven't seen for days.

You were glad to see it.

You only wished that it was directed at you right now.

"Ah, never mind. I guess he's busy at the moment." You turned around and retreated, giving Yvonne and Greyson a smile.

It was the kind of smile that had them exchange a look of concern.

"I'll just get going then. It was nice seeing you two!"

Greyson's eyes followed the tote bag in your hands that were lowering with disappointment. "Ahaha! Well, you know.... I haven't had lunch yet..." His left hand scratches the back of his head. "How about I trade some coupons with you in exchange for whatever you got in there? I'll treat you next time we have a group hang out too."

You grinned as you caught his drift right away. Someone wanted free food. "The coupons will suffice. I hope you enjoy!"

Greyson managed to drop a quick thank you as you practically ran out of the building.

Later that night, you didn't send a goodnight text, and you did not receive one either.

The next morning, you woke up to a good morning message from Zayne, along with a snowman sticker that said, 'Awake?'

You replied a quick, 'Good morning' before continuing to eat your breakfast while scrolling through social media.

A couple of minutes later, you received a follow-up text, with Zayne asking if you're feeling okay, sensing that something was off with the way you replied to him.

You always send him multiple texts, sometimes paragraph-long, but never just a couple of words that lacked your usual charms.

'Just feeling a little tired, been busy at work'

It wasn't a lie. Wanderers have been kicking your ass, though you always make sure to kick theirs thrice as hard.

You weren't even really upset with Zayne. He didn't do anything wrong that would warrant a cold shoulder.

It's just that something has been forcing you to distance yourself from him. Something deep in your stomach was making you feel weird, about yourself.

You started to wonder.... if you were too much for Zayne.

Too loud, too energetic, too draining, too....childish.

What if, maybe, he preferred to be with someone who's more calm and collected? Someone who didn't waste his time getting plushies at claw machines? Someone who matches his interests and intellect and energy? Someone mature? Like that woman that he was having lunch with.

After all, she was able to get him to smile, while you failed for days.

Maybe Zayne was getting tired of you.

And so, you stayed away from him, not wanting to pest him with your presence any longer.

He deserves better.

/////////

Busy. Busy. Busy. He'd been asking you if you were available to go out on Friday, Saturday, then Sunday, but Zayne hasn't had any luck.

The good morning and good night messages stopped, too. Usually, you were the one that sent them first. Sometimes, he'd send a text first, and you'll reply with multiple messages. This time, it's just been silence. All calls have been missed. He hasn't seen your face nor heard your voice for days.

He doesn't like it.

The distance. The silence.

Something was wrong, and he had a feeling that it's not because of your job.

You've been together for a while now, and he had seen you in your busiest and most exhausted days. No matter how much work has taken from you, you always made time for him. Even if it's just to shoot him some messages and a quick video call to let him know what you've been up to.

You always find time and energy for him.

That was something he hasn't been doing lately. He knows that he'd messed up and pushed you away when you were just looking out for him.

Zayne wanted to apologize properly in person, but now, he realizes, that might not happen anytime soon.

In his office at the hospital, Zayne quietly ate his lunch that was purchased at the cafeteria, forcing his eyes to remain at his computer screen even though they keep darting back to his closed door, hoping that it would open and a certain hunter will give him a surprise visit with food she prepared just for him.

The food wasn't settling well in his stomach.

Zayne couldn't find it in him to enjoy the sweet drink he bought at the cafe. He didn't want any of it. What he wanted was for you to show up so he can hold on to you and never let go.

It's been days and he misses your warmth.

Sighing, Zayne stood up and took a folder that had been sitting on his desk. He had unfinished paper work to do, he might as well just focus on that now, since he didn't have the appetite for lunch.

"Greyson, I have a question about yesterday morning's patient from the pediatrics." He entered his colleague's office, which wasn't too far from his own.

"Doctor Zayne, what do you need?" Greyson looked up from his book.

"About the antibiotics they were prescribed. How many - " Zayne's eyes shifted to something familiar that demanded his attention. A light blue tote bag sits on Greyson's desk. "That looks just like...."

He then spotted a familiar snowman sticker at the bottom left corner at the front of the bag. He knows that sticker well, because he was the one that put it there.

"Actually, that's.... Why do you have that?"

Greyson tensed up at Zayne's suddenly raised voice. Not angry, but more...accusatory. All he could do was laugh nervously.

"She visited a few days with food meant for you, but she saw that you were busy, so....I figured, instead of letting it be wasted....."

Zayne nodded his head. "I see." He then picked up the tote bag with the clean and washed empty lunch box inside. "I'll be returning this to her then."

"Y-yes, please! Thank you!"

Zayne didn't even finish his question for Greyson. He just walked out of the office immediately after taking the bag.

Greyson sighs with relief. He didn't die.

///////

Zayne returned home with his stomach feeling worse, and it's not because he hasn't eaten much. Now, he's certain that you really were upset with him.

First, he neglected you, pushed you away and acted cold when you were just caring for him, then you saw him having lunch with another woman - which wasn't wrong, and you've seen him have lunch meetings with other women before and expressed no concerns, but this time was different. The timing was bad, and the fact that you didn't barge in or talked to him afterwards meant you felt upset.

After giving you a few more calls that had all gone to voice mail, Zayne called it a day, hoping he'd have better luck tomorrow.

But he wasn't gifted with sleep that night.

His mind couldn't stop thinking.

He worried that you might've been so hurt that you'd want to leave him, and the thought of losing you made his chest tighten.

The thought of having to live without you by his side, just like all those years ago, hurt a lot. Now that he knows what a life with you feels like, there was no way he could go back to the days without you next to him.

Zayne sat up and looked at the time.

11:20 p.m.

It started to rain, and the coldness has entered his lonely home.

He can't waste another day.

Zayne needed to see you. Now.

And so, he quickly changed his clothes and went to his car and drove to your apartment.

/////

Your mouth dropped as soon as you saw who rang your doorbell.

"Zayne?! What the hell - it's almost midnight and it's raining!" His hair had gotten wet from the rain, black buttoned-up shirt also catching cold droplets, yet he didn't care at all. "Are you crazy?! What are you - "

You couldn't even finish screaming at him as he suddenly dove into your arms, burying his face against your neck as he pulls you close to him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, warm breath tickling your skin. "I'm sorry."

Your throat tightened and words failed to leave your mouth. The coldness pricked your skin, so you rushed back inside your apartment with Zayne still latching onto you.

You took him to the kitchen and sat him down on a chair. He kept his arms wrapped around your waist while his face rested on your stomach.

Your fingers brushed against the wet strands of his hair. "Zayne..."

"I'm sorry." He said again. "I'm sorry for pushing you away when you only meant well. I'm sorry that you had to distance yourself from me, because I made you feel like... like you weren't important. But you are. I need you by my side. Please, don't leave."

"Zayne..." Your chest ached at the desperation in his voice. "Zayne." You got on your knees so that you can look at him in the eyes and hold onto his hands. "I'm sorry, too."

His eyes looked at you with confusion.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted. You weren't at fault for wanting space. I'd respect your wish anytime. It's just, at that time, my insecurity got the best of me."

"Insecurity?"

"I started to think that I might be too childish, and that maybe you'd prefer to be with someone more mature and someone who matches your interests, someone who could help you out when you're stressed about work, instead of getting in your way." You confessed, feeling embarrassed now that you're saying it out loud in front of him. "I'm sorry."

Zayne shook his his head and brought your hands to his lips for a lingering warm kiss. "I never thought that, and I never will. I'm grateful for you, and I love you exactly the way you are. You don't get in my way. I shouldn't have pushed you away. I truly am sorry for making you feel that way. I promise I won't do it again."

You rested your forehead against his.

"....you're still wet from the rain." You clicked your tongue and got up to get a towel, only for him to grab your hand. "Come on."

You brought him to the bathroom so you could help him freshen up from the rain. After he changed into the pajamas that he'd keep in your house, he joined you on your bed, and his arms wrapped tightly around you.

His head rested on your chest, arms on your hips, legs tangled together.

Just then...

"Shit. I forgot to turn off the lights in the kitchen."

You attempted to get up, but Zayne only held you tighter.

"Don't go."

"It'll only take a second." You poked his cheek, suppressing a smile, enjoying his clingy side that rarely comes out.

"It'll be fine. It can stay on for the night. Just let me keep holding you."

"Okay. Good night, Zayne."

"Good night."

[kagilasgilas]

"From the moment I met you, your personality had the most extraordinary influence over me. I quite admit that I adored you madly, extravagantly, absurdly."

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

[eviskera]

pretty pretty princess fox

[emmavakarian-theirin]

Gale of Sad Puppy Eyes

[wolfchans]

[timethehobo]

Just some lil fellas cos I wanted to try the other companions too!

[ongoingexperiment]

A dreadful night

[pokeberry5]

girl experiences gender euphoria and is immediately slammed by grief

for @litttlittt <3. this was supposed to be a portrait of caroline hill, but litta mentioned tim looking like janet when dressed as caroline and identity issues and angst and things spiraled

something about tim not knowing if he's his mother's child or bruce's or neither's.

figuring out the looks:

i wanted janet to have that poofy 70s hair

[meyhew]

noah schnapp changing his tune re: his zionist views is so fucking rancid. “my views have been misconstrued, i actually wish for peace for everyone and hope we can lend each other grace moving forward” no actually u became a propaganda machine for the zionist entity, helped generate consent for genocide by spreading heinous lies, and shut out anyone who tried to tell u otherwise. now ur probably in trouble with the suits and have an agent holding a gun to ur head to be more palatable so u want ppl to be nicer and still won’t denounce zionism. fuck u. i hope u fade into obscurity and are only remembered for saying zionism is sexy while laughing and celebrating the deaths of thousands of innocent people

[melmedardasworld]

So I read a comment that Mel’s makeup changed near the end of the show after she took over in her mother's place and sailed back to Noxus. So i checked and wow, the detail and what this means onward for Mel. Her eyeshadow color is now red with the golden line on her lip, same as Ambessa.

But since Ambessa wasn't always wearing this and only in battle and / or to present her house... makes you really wonder what and who Mel is going to face in Noxus. It's not purely ceremonial either, but she knows in a sense what she's going back to before she was exiled, but also she's been away for so long.... man, getting really angsty pver this

I'm really interested in the Medardas familial and cultural ways and pretty much EVERYTHING about them at this point. I'm just obsessed.