#i've had this in my drafts for months

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Big bird protecting his baby bird :3

[ohrackham]

[holly-fixation]

The Hojo Mindset

This is also a character study into the thoughts of Hojo. This is also an explanation of how I personally have to think when writing Hojo.

Hojo never reveals the true purpose of his experiments. He gives the board enough to know there Gil is being spent in the right place and continues doing what he's doing. In fact, until the day atop the Sister Ray, Hojo never reveals the truth of any plan around him. He knows. He absolutely knows. But it's far more entertaining to watch the Neanderthals around him scurry in confusion.

Every decision he makes lacks human emotion. Every one of them is backed by pure logic. Emotional impact means nothing. In fact, emotional impact is only considered if it can be manipulated into achieving his goal. Be it for experimental results or to finally see his theories proven correct.

Now, a lot of Hojo's you'll see around are cruel for the sake of being cruel. Evil. Sadistic. I don't...have that in me. So instead of your stereotypical evil scientist cackling in the corner, I lean into the logical thinking. He does not answer a question directly. He does not allow any Specimen to understand his true goal. But worst of all, every torture is carefully crafted for an exact result.

It's terrifyingly simple. Action then consequence. Refusal to accomplish the assigned task means forcing the specimen into a far worse scenario. If the Specimen succeeds, then all other examinations are pushed up to the new intensity. If the specimen fails, and they will be given plenty of chances not to, surgeries begin.

"Endure the pain, Sephiroth. You have yet to reach your threshold.

The more you endure, the greater the power that will awaken in you."

Everything has a purpose. Everything has reason. Every experiment has a goal.

And every torture breeds results.

[lindszeppelin]

HUGH GRANT in button-down shirts.

[thefutureiswhat]

Someone has been sittin' in your chair. And someone has been eatin' from your bowl. And someone has been sleepin' in your bed.

[moerusai]

If it talks like it got a big dick, walks like it got a big dick, it got a big dick.

[slothishlife]

Derry Girls and Ted Lasso being the same genre of storytelling that i adore with all my heart

something-something-the-power-of-love-and-friendship, the best and worst moments of life often will coincide, incredibly real and flawed and lovely characters, comedy gold, and both shows always leave me with that heartwarming/aching feeling

[satellitemp3]

LIVING LA DOLCE VIIIIIIITAAAAAA LIFE COULDN'T GET MUCH SWEEEEEETEEEEER DON'T YOU GIVE ME A REASON THAT IT'S NOT THE RIGHT SEASON BABE I LOVE YOU A LOOOOOT I GIVE YOU WHAT I'VE GOOOOOOOT YEAH YOU KNOW THAT IT'S TRUUUUUUUE I'VE BEEN SAVING ALL MY SUMMERS FOR YOUUUU LIKE FROOOOOOOOOT

[foxbirdy]

A short comic I made about my experiences as a seasonal worker, and the way places change you.

Prints & PDF

[on-other-winds]

@autopsyinreverse

sorry i didn’t respond to your text right away. i was weeping at the sight of impossibly little white flowers scattered like stars in the desert brush

[morethansky]

STAR WARS: THE BAD BATCH // Choices "As your brother, I'm asking you to do the right thing."

[baskeigh-ball]

So.

You guys remember human MM! Raph?

...well

Mutant Manhunt humans: Mikey Edition! I wanted to make him stand out more from other rottmnt artists' human designs, but cmon. He can't not have the fluffy dyed hair/vitiligo

fun fact: the red/black brooch in Mikey's first draft is No Longer Accurate to what Raph's human disguise thingy looks like! Instead, it's his old Nexus Hotel name-tag :]

Leo's probably next btw

[twice-in-a-blue-moon]

Solomon x GN! reader

Warning: suggestive

Minors DNI!

It's too early in the morning as you mindlessly shuffle your way to the kitchen with the smell of coffee in the air coaxing you along. Being one of two occupants in the dormitory leads you to the conclusion that Solomon's already awake.

Your foot hardly makes it past the threshold, immediately stopping as your eyes land on him -- back turned towards you, leaning over the counter rubbing his eyes with a yawn while he waits for the coffee to brew. The only thing adorning this body is a pair of boxer briefs, so that means you're getting quite the eyeful of his glorious pact marks.

What a wonderful morning already.

As quietly as you can, you sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around him. His muscles tense at the sudden touch, though he quickly relaxes when he realizes it's you.

"Good morning," he says in a deep, raspy morning voice that drives you to near insanity. You can almost hear the smile in his words, knowing it's already made his morning just by being in your arms.

You place a little kiss on his shoulder. "Good morning to you, Sol."

That's when your hands begin to wander along his torso, feeling the smooth skin beneath your own, following all the little dips and curves. You go so far as to push your hands beneath the waistline of his boxers so your palms lay flat against his hip bones. You notice Solomon's breathing growing heavier from your exploring.

He chuckles lowly, "what are you doing?"

"Mm," you hum as you continue to pepper kisses along his shoulders and up the nape of his neck, while your hands rub up and down the sides of his pelvis, "just appreciating the morning's gifts."

This makes him groan softly and his arousal to grow steadily.

"You know what you're doing. And it makes me want to do more than just appreciate you." Solomon turns to grab a hold of your hips, spinning you around until you're pushed against the counter he'd been previously leaning on.

You're stuck between two forces who do not intend to budge, a rock and a hard man...place, if you will.

His face draws in closer to yours, his breath fanning across your skin and the warmth of his lips brushing against your own. There's a fire burning in his eyes that almost feels misplaced, as if the deep blue within them could drown out anything that wasn't soft admiration for you. But it's a look you've seen before, one you'd gladly see over and over.

A sly grin tugs on your lips as you decide to push him one last time, knowing what's to come if you do.

Your hands slide up along his broad shoulders before letting your fingers travel down to the pact mark that's occupying the area of his collarbone. Then, out of nowhere, your tongue makes contact with his salty skin, tracing along the lines of the pact mark in a fluid motion. Solomon's knees nearly buckle as he shudders from your intimate touch.

"Fuck it. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you." he growls, pinning you harder against the counter, and grabbing your face between needy hands to smash his hungry lips against yours.

Indeed. What an even better morning it's become.

[princyvish]

Something I drew like. Last January and forgot about for a while... my take on Ace and Sabo in Egghead.

[hollow-toy]

see the thing about being a couple's third is that i don't want to be an equal member of the relationship. i want to be their third. the periphery member, the one who's brought in occasionally for the stuff they don't do with each other, the accessory for parties. sure i want them to like me, i want them to desire me. but not as a person. as a prop who adds texture to their already existing relationship

[herewegobebe]

The beautiful five 💞💎💞