#just as god intended lol

[rubberbandballqueen]

my fucking tsundere certification fell off the wall

[fairsmaze]

there's a lull in my life / silent hill 2 remake

DO NOT REPOST PLS!!! thanks xoxo

was listening to my jazz playlist when drawing and i thought this song fit really well with mr. sunderland ^^

i saved a screenshot of the lyrics to "There's A Lull In My Life" as accompaniment piece to my artwork but i thought it looked better alone this time plus i still liked the lyrics a lot

and credits to my references!! i thought it would be neat to show them side by side like this. i cant exactly link each one of them though ashsdhkshdkjhskj sorry! will try to do better about this in the future

[gillionmeowstrider]

please grizzly,,, give him back ,,,,,,,,,,

[genericpuff]

i find it funny that one of rachel’s drawings of herself in the afterword that just went up is just fully persephone. is that something she does a lot?

Alright so I've been making it a general rule for myself to like, not harp on Rachel in any way outside of LO as much because frankly the horse is dead now and there's not much left to say outside of what can be analyzed in hindsight. I think despite everything I have to say about her and her work, she still deserves to get away from this nonsense and I don't wanna spend eternity hovering over her shoulder.

But the afterword was posted within the LO series and is clearly meant for readers of LO in the functioning of being an afterword so let's just call it fair game LOL

I will say, on the whole, it does feel very honest and sentimental and I can respect Rachel for taking the time to write out and illustrate her afterword in a way that was personal to both her and her fans. I can understand why she went at it from the angle that she did and I'm not gonna fault her for that.

But there's also something that feels deeply... disingenuous about her approach right from the starting gun. I will say, before I continue, that I'm well aware I am biased towards Rachel as a creator, and I fully acknowledge that I could very well be reading too much into things. This is just my opinion, take it with mountains of salt.

I can get looking back on your own childhood, your past self, whatever, and going "see! it all got better!" because sure! For a lot of creators like Rachel, it must be wild to look back on where they came from and there's a lot of sentimentality on expressing that through an afterword like this where she reflects on where she came from. Though she STILL didn't acknowledge her other comics outside of LO, I can understand if she wants to leave those skeletons in the closet.

But I feel like her drawing herself as a child who's being given an Eisner by her adult self and all that just feels like some gross attempt to disarm any criticism of her because "don't make fun of me, I'm just a sad lonely baby girl!"

She's not a child. Child Rachel didn't grossly misappropriate Greek myth into their own self-indulged vanity project. Child Rachel didn't claim herself a folklorist of a culture's works only to bastardize them completely. Child Rachel didn't create a hostile environment within her fanbase by bullying anyone who she perceived as a threat, sneaking into critical spaces to try and cause trouble, and writing her own clapbacks into her comic. Child Rachel didn't claim to be challenging misogyny and purity culture only to reinforce misogyny and purity culture through her own self-insert baby-virgin-gets-rescued-by-rich-tycoon power fantasy that regularly glorified abuse towards women and the lower class.

30-almost-40-year-old Rachel did though.

At best it comes across as really cringe sentimentality from a Greek-weeb (heh, greeboo) and goes to show how much Rachel inserted herself into Greek myth without ever absorbing its messages or cultural contexts, it was all about her and her feelings as a sad New Zealand girl with dyslexia who thought Persephone's story was about another sad girl being rescued from her "horrible childhood".

At worst it's an active attempt to play on people's heartstrings by drawing herself as a child who people will naturally not want to criticize. I don't want to assume she's doing it intentionally, I really don't want to leave her afterword on a bad foot, as I can definitely understand as both a creator and a person who struggled with learning disabilities in their own childhood how and why she wants to pay homage to her past and where she came from... but let's just say, as someone who's also gotten way too "lost in the sauce" concerning personal self-reflective projects, I think there's a lot to say about how this confirms that Rachel made LO entirely for herself, about herself, without any actual intention to respect the original myths, because she never truly separated them from herself when she was a child. And, in my humble opinion as someone who has Been There with the self-insert OC's and self-reflective angsty plotlines, I can fully attest to the fact that that's not fucking healthy. Even with personal projects, you NEED to learn to get your head out of the sauce, you NEED to learn to objectively separate yourself from the narrative so the story doesn't fall apart under your own hubris and ego, you NEED to learn to draw a line if you want to have any sort of identity as a human being outside of what you make for people. And that's with just normal original stories, this was a story based on Greek myth which doesn't belong to her.

And this goes for a lot of the things she's said and done in the past, so much of her own "sources" even are tethered to things that she read / watched in her childhood and only vaguely remembers, as if she never mentally left her childhood at all, which just... if the point was to highlight her past and the traumas she went through and how they contributed to her present, an Eisner isn't going to validate those experiences. And drawing attention to her past through the lens of her childhood self absolutely 100% does not absolve her of the negative effect her work has had on the modern Greek myth zeitgeist nor the things she's said and done as a 38 year old woman who should absolutely know better.

The community she entered and took from will forever remain changed by her influence and taking, in many ways not for the better. She has the privilege of walking away and never having to think about it again, with all the awards and accolades that were bought for her, the bravado that she built around being a "folklorist" with zero credentials, and the platform she was given over many other creators struggling to even be heard.

That "place" she claims to have now was built entirely on inserting herself into another culture's works and doing nothing but taking, taking, taking, while offering nothing in return but vanity and lip service. That "place" was paid for and brought to you by Webtoons.

[kelocitta]

There is currently a rather large discussion ongoing about the RW fandom behavior, drama, etc. I am not going to talk about the specifics of whats happened for a number of reasons. But what I do want to say is that if at any point you've harassed people over it, whether that be through anon asks or public posts- you did nothing but damage the ability for people to correctly process what is happening. You contributed nothing but harm to an already delicate situation. It does not matter what "side" you were on and I will not tolerate further interaction with me or my work if I found out you did such. If you let your personal hate for anyone boil over into threats, wishes for long term harm and petty comments meant to contribute nothing but slander or mental distress for the individuals involved who were already distressed (or acting irrationally) you did nothing but make it harder for people to process their emotions, thoughts and behaviors constructively. Regardless of who you think was in the right, who fucked up, whatever. It doesn't matter if they deserved it, or earned it, or if its an eye for an eye. Its difficult enough as it is to think clearly when presented with any kind of stressful situation and heckling people does nothing but make it worse and harder for them to explain themself in any capacity. I don't want you anywhere near me if you think that is an acceptable way to act.

[vroombeams]

kinktober day 5 & 6 || sweat/scent kink, body worship || galex

(on ao3)

for @albonoooo, without whom this one would not have come about

How George gets himself worked up like this he’ll really never understand. 

He’s seen Alex shirtless about a million times. Seen him completely naked about a thousand. It should follow, then, that it shouldn’t bother him to see it at all, right? Surely so many years of full frontal exposure should’ve desensitized him at least a little.

But here he is. Here they are in this luxe, private sauna, and George is working himself into a right state about it. 

The heat looks good on Alex, is all. He looks so comfortable, so relaxed with his head tipped back. The beads of sweat at his hairline are just starting to prickle up and drip, one at a time, down his forehead. His chest is shiny with it already. This vague sheen that George thinks might be nice to run his fingers through. Draw a smiley, maybe, like window condensation.

“I’d tell you looking isn’t free,” Alex says without opening his eyes, “But even if it wasn’t I think you’d still pay for it.”

George averts his eyes instinctively. Again—years, they’ve been doing this, and he still feels like he has to look away when Alex calls him out on it. 

When he does look back, Alex’s eyes are open. He looks absolutely tickled. Bastard. 

“Not like it’s not even,” Alex says. He says it in this jokey sort of tone, but he’s also checking George out rather obviously. 

George forgets that bit, sometimes. That Alex maybe likes looking at him as much as he likes looking at Alex.

“Well,” George says, leaning over to ladle water over the sauna rocks, “I certainly don’t charge.”

It’s a silly thing to say. Absolutely laden with implications. He’d only meant it in—in the Instagram way, how he puts his whole… him out there on public display all the time, but it’s—it makes it sound so much worse when he says it like that. Bloody hell.

“No,” Alex says, amused. “No, you really don’t.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Alex pull the towel from around his waist, settle it off to the bench.

“What are you doing,” George says. He’s not scandalized. Really he’s not. Just concerned, isn’t he? That Alex’ll get charged for indecent exposure. Never mind that the cabin they’re in is private, reserved just for them. Also, he’s pretty sure the Finns get naked in the sauna all the time, so.

Damn.

“My balls are sweaty,” Alex says. There’s enough of a whining edge to it that it could almost be believable. If George didn’t know him better. If George didn’t know Alex wanted him to look, look, look.

Well, fine. George looks. Why not? 

He wipes sweat from his brow as he works his way up; starts at the bony arches of Alex’s feet, the jut of his ankles. His long, shapely legs, the hair on them, the muscle under tanned skin. The space  between his thighs, where his cock hangs soft. He’s seen it before. A thousand times. Seen it in a sauna before, even, so he knows how it looks, longer and heavier with the heat. 

It pulls thrills through him like stitches. After all this time, still. Alex has this effect on him.

George huffs. He huffs and he looks away, pulls his own towel from around his hips, tosses it on the floor. There. Now they’re even.

“Well,” Alex says. 

George looks at him with as much disdain as he can muster. 

Alex is looking back, but his eyes are trailing down George’s body again. Lingering on his chest, between his pecs, gaze so sharp it feels like fingertips on his skin. George imagines he can feel it. Alex’s fingers over his stomach, dipping into his navel. Down to brush along the base of his cock, like he likes to do sometimes.

George doesn’t have the benefit of being an absolute bastard like Alex is. So he’s already halfway to hard of course.

He doesn’t even have to look to know Alex is smirking at him. 

It’s annoying, how he knows how this will go. How he starts to move before he even can think about it, crawling across the bench, watching Alex’s arm sling across it in his periphery to welcome him in. He knows what it’ll taste like when he dips to lick the sweat from Alex’s shoulder. He knows how it’ll feel, the texture, when he runs his tongue along the scar on his collarbone. He knows what it’ll sound like, when Alex murmurs, “Georgie,” like he always does. 

It’s annoying, but he also knows he can have something like the upper hand. Alex always has the upper hand. 

George steps off the bench, gets between Alex’s legs and leans over him with a hand on his shoulder. Bends to lick Alex’s chest, to swipe his tongue across a dark nipple. The taste is familiar but better, somehow. The shower before the sauna has left Alex’s sweat tasting clean and salty and satisfying.

He follows it down. Goes to his knees as he follows the imagined path Alex’s eyes had taken down his own body with his tongue until he makes it to where he wants to be most; where Alex is dark and hairy and musky. Where George can bury his face in coarse curls and rub his cheek against the thickness of Alex’s cock. He’s gotten so hard so fast that George can’t help but feel a little smug about it.

Alex touches his hair and twitches his knees outward, but George doesn’t go for his cock. He pushes his face into the crease of his thigh, where the smell is strongest, where even clean the sweat still smells and tastes so strong. The hair isn’t as thick here but the scent is so much better. George licks him clean at the joint, lets him spread his thighs all he wants. 

He goes for his balls next. Alex hadn’t been lying; they’re sweaty as all get out but still, George puts them in his mouth.

“George,” Alex groans. “George.”

George feels a bit crazed with it. Looking up at Alex, sweat dripping down his chest and his taut, flexing stomach. At his face, mouth hung open and eyes half-shut and his cheeks a bright, fevered red. 

He watches Alex’s untouched cock twitch, feels it against his brow. It’s so swollen, so hard, looks so big from this angle. Not that he’s going to tell Alex that. 

“Georgie, come on.”

George goes to Alex’s other thigh and buries his face there instead, huffing deep breaths of musky skin like he’s starved for it. Alex’s knees are shaking. He’s spread so wide open that he’s slid down the bench, slumped against the backrest, arse slippery with sweat against the polished cedar.

Impulsively, George dips lower, slipping his tongue against the space behind Alex’s balls. 

Alex swears and immediately slides down further, tucking his own balls up with a big hand to let George in. And George goes in, licking up the sweat collected between Alex’s arsecheeks, nose pressed to his taint. It’s the sort of heaven he never could’ve dreamt of. Surrounded, warm and sated, all his needs taken care of. 

Who’d have thought a bit of rimming could be Paradise?

Alex is saying his name again, and George presses the flat of his tongue against his hole, breathes and tastes and melts. It smells so good. Tastes even better. He wants to tell Alex that bit at least—how good this is for him. 

There’s a loud click, abruptly, and then a soft buzz.

Alex says, “Fuck,” and sits up, flailing one arm out for the sauna timer. Just their luck, really.

George swipes the back of his hand across his mouth. He’s slick in the cheeks with his own sweat, sticky on his lips and nose. He wants to laugh. At the absurdity of it, at Alex’s absolutely stricken face.

“Better go,” George says, standing, pretending his cock isn’t swinging stiff and proud in front of him when he swipes his towel up off the floor and wraps it around his hips. It doesn’t do all that much for his modesty, really, but there’s no one around to see it.

Alex shoots him a bit of a glare. He’s sweaty and red all over. He’s got a hand wrapped around his cock, flushed purple with want. For a second George thinks he’s going to have a wank right here.

“Right,” Alex says eventually, getting his own towel situated without looking George in the eye. “Won’t do to get heatstroke.”

He gives George a bit of a slap on the arse on the way out and George bites back a grin. Feels like a promise.

[zenpai-senpai]

The glue that held them together ...

[ef-1]

insane rant under the cut 🫶

Daniel is obviously going through a #moment right now so I can't really speak for the other reputation era cullings (unfollowing people) but the only one I have 0 doubts about is Zak. like imagine having the kind of temperament & patience that would put saints to shame, playing the: no, it's fine. I'm unscathed, it's all business, I get it, the entirety of my career is just collateral damage and I’ll take that in stride and its fine!!!!!! part so! Well! Like!!!! Down to a T and your wretched, fugly fucking nightmare of an ex-boss won't shut up about you, wont stop making sly, unnecessary comments unprompted- when discussing his own drivers, when discussing other teams, when discussing other fucking racing series. And you've been gone for 9 months and it's fine. You're determined to make it fine even when it's not. You're fine because it's a cut-throat sport. You're fine because you HAVE to be fine, there was never an alternative. Fine is survival. You're fine because you've been through this before (except you haven't) when you left Red Bull and Christian, jilted, said [and these are direct quotes despite how insane they seem]

“I have to admit it’s kind of been like trying to convince a girl to go out with you that’s been pretty reticent. It’s felt like that." <insane btw

“In the end we gave Daniel everything he wanted and asked for and it still wasn’t enough.”

“We’ve bent over backwards to make it happen"

And Christian said all of that while you still had 4 more months with Red Bull left. And Christian was legitimately scorned (and, terribly, he may even had the right to be because he asked you to drive him on his wedding day and he bought your nephew the same car he bought his son and he still calls your wins his favourite races), he told people as much, probably let on more than he intended to when he told the media that you told him you’re leaving A DAY before renault anounced your contract, and the proposition was so preposterous he thought you were provoking him. And he said you're running from a fight and he snidely said he still doesn't understand why you left in 2018 and 2019 and 2020 and 2021 and 2022 (<no this is not a joke) but Christian also congratulated you when you ended Renault’s 10 year podium drought, said the podium is where you belong. He congratulated you on your second podium even though that race ended in a dnf for Max and Alex finished last.

You’re fine because you’ve been through this before (except you haven’t) when you left Renault. Cyril doesn’t speak to you for weeks after the announcement is made and when he does speak TO you and ABOUT you it’s acrimonious. But his vitriol is laced with praise, he tells the media you’ll regret leaving a team which has been made more competitive by your own labours and when you’re out of his team and he’s out of the sport he meets up with you to deliver on a drunken bet made in 2019.

And you're media trained, and chillingly diplomatic for someone with such a carefree brand and you wear the horrors so fucking well, you wear it elegantly, with grace. And you shake hands and you smile when you’re supposed to and everything is made fine by the sheer force of will. Until you’re injured. Actually injured, less than 24 hours after you told the media that you didn’t need the break, that you were sick with this ubiquitous eagerness to be back all throughout summer. And you’re out again. And all your fugly fucking rat of an ex boss had to do was not use the injury that will put you out for at least 3 weeks as a vicious one liner to undermine someone else. I have no doubt that’s what did it for him :))))))

[wakeywakeyjakey]

I'm 35,000 words into writing a longfic about the Batman/Bruce/Matches DID system and I'm obsessed with it. It includes Bat/Joker, Bruce/Harvey, and Matches/Harv and the differences in each of those dynamics is 🤌

(Batman and Bruce know about each other but they don't know about Matches and Matches doesn't know about them--what could POSSIBLY go wrong?)

[stupidrant]

Do you have any fanfic recs that aren’t proships? Because all I find when I look for fics on ao3 is proships, I think even that one person who sent a ss of what she saw was having the same issue

If youre asking for any atreboda fanfics, luckily i do 💜in no particular order: 1) grounded/uzieminoy , 2) how do i fair? , 3) the stars here are different (i have no idea if deleted or is just for members. Its about angrboda having a dream of her and atreus in a field and it manifesting into them actually kissing in the golden fields of jotunheim. Its a really cute short story) , 4) of monsters and men (not really atreboda focused but they are there. KEEP IN MIND this fic is very violent and graphic but i really love how the author made this. Its not completed yet but there is a sort of happy end.) 5) window seat (was a oneshot but then author wanted it to be a series but discontinued it shortly after 💔), 6) of atreus and calliope (not completely atreboda focused and i havent been up to date with this one as of late, but it is constantly updated. I recommend for the cute and angsty sibling moments with atreus and calliope), 7) blood upon the sands (freytos focused with atreboda involved. Havent finished this either but i recommend 💚)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

this whole thing being abt rage is also really interesting. I feel like it comes up so much in fiction as a motive because it's the one emotion that's unifyingly restless while everything else can be petrifying, and just personally nothing hits like impotent rage for me, esp. with teen characters, esp. with characters whose rage is stoked by Someone Else to further that Someone Else's cause. like you'll have done all that in a bout of passion and when you're done you look around you and nothing has changed. those sentiments don't get quelled by being satisfied. righteousness withdrawal is a horrible thing to intentionally drag someone into, least of all just some kids.

[dragonsdendoodles]

Conversation I had today in my playing with clay until I get frustrated and play with water instead ceramics class

(someone knew the MPHFPC movie)

Me, trying to explain why I hate it: Do you remember Enoch

Them: ?

Me: Tall broody one with the hearts? And the skeleton army that one time?

Them: Was he hot

Me: …unfortunately.

Them: Gimme a picture I’m a visual learner

Me: *pulls up a picture*

Them: OH. Oh yeah. Definitely hot.

Me: Cool. Awesome. That’s not what he’s supposed to look like

Them: Oh. Wait why did you say “unfortunately”

[edwardseymour]

good for her.

[kyomon0]

Doodle done in response to me starting the homework that was assigned 4 months ago. I am a great student. I am also a liar. Hahahahaha.

[thefloatingwriter]

🎁 Treech? 👀

for this ask game!!

treech hashimoto, district seven’s male tribute for the 10th annual hunger games

[batfossil-fr]

I’ve been really thinking of reopening my art shop soon… I’ve been taking some practice doodles (hence all the posting lately) while I shake off my rust and I’m finding things I enjoy working on again. I miss trying my hand at more dragons/OCs and colors. my shop’s so broken rn lmao but that’s a problem for a later date it’s just nice getting back into art