#just. i need to sit here for a bit.

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

(Not) an approved use of the Power Of Friendship

[buttercupshands]

I started drawing this next day after I finished Act 6

13 or so days and it's finished!

Main things are traditional and Loop's body was edited digitally after

Unedited it looks like this

I've been torn on how to do Loop's body for the entirety of lining, also

A bit sad the main lines are visible only as a wip, most of this thing is literally just a ton of sharp lines

I think it's also my first day of drawing, Loop is just a sketch here (feat. my leg)

I even finished the beans before it so they were a moral support, because if you let me things like this take a year

[mattodore]

you're begging me to take a bite

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

"Can you hold still?" Soda leans over Darry's stomach, puttin' his full weight into it, and Darry laughs. Soda shoots him an agitated little frown he doesn't mean at all and jabs him matter of factly in the stomach. "It's star day this is important."

Darry rolls his eyes but settles back down. "I can't help it." Soda leans sits back, spins the marker in his hand over his fingers. "I'm ticklish."

"Well, figure it out or I'm gonna sic Pony on you." Darry tips his head back 'n looks at Pony upside down. His youngest brother pulls out a more than passin' imitation of the Darry's glare. Though, he should be good at it. He's seen it nearly every day. Darry reaches up 'n baps him on the head 'n Pony cracks 'n laughs.

He's layin' on his back on the living room floor, Soda at his side and head restin' in Pony's lap. Soda brings the marker back against Darry's ribs and he does his best not to laugh. He only half succeeds until he glances down at Soda's tongue bit between his teeth 'n the furrowed brow he only gets when he's focusin'. It's not funny but glory he looks so much like when he was six 'n drawin' horses at the kitchen table with the concentration of Michael Angelo, Darry can't help but snort.

"Darry!" Soda opens his mouth in mock frustration 'n that just makes Darry laugh harder. "That's it. Pony. Sic 'em."

"Wait-!" Pony worms his hand down before Darry can bat it away 'n jabs him in the ribs. "OW! That's it, you're cut off." He fights to sit up but Soda 'n Pony both jump down on him, howlin' with laughter.

"Nuh uh, mister! I'm not done!" Pony presses both his palms down on Darry's shoulders 'n Darry humors him by pretendin' that it makes any difference in him gettin' up or not.

Soda puts his marker back down 'n Darry valently bites his lip 'n doesn't even squirm. He lasts forty-five seconds. "Soda-"

"Finished!" Soda presses the cap back on 'n tosses it to Pony who snatches it out of the air.

"Can I see?" Soda studies Darry's torso for a second 'n then nods happily. Darry grabs the shavin' mirror Soda offers him 'n admires the nonsensical lines connectin' the freckles dottin' his body from his stomach up to his neck. The ones all the Curtis' only got in summer. He smiles, runs a finger along the ink fondly. "Damn Soda! You went all out this year, huh! Care to, uh, explain?"

Soda grins at Pony and points to six freckles on his side. Darry tilts his head 'n furrows his brow. "One guess on this one." Oh, well that narrowed it down.

"That one Pony's?"

"Ding ding ding!" Whenever Soda drew constellations he always managed one for Pony, a horse, 'n one for himself, a pop bottle. If Darry squinted he could see it. He could also see a dog, cat, 'n just about any four-legged animal with a tail but he would keep that to himself.

"Where's yours, Soda?" Soda points to a sort of temple that started on his collarbone 'n ended on his shoulder. It takes Darry a moment longer but he can pick out the vague shape of the bottle.

"Alright, now the rest of 'em." Soda carefully explains each one, two more horses, naturally, a fish, Orion's belt, a wonky set of three dots along a rib, a lasso, 'n two little smilies. Darry carefully traces each one, more than a little impressed by how his brothers could take a handful of random dots 'n find so many little pictures.

"My turn!" Pony jabbed Darry in the side 'n took his place on the floor. He slaps nearly every pocket before he refinds the marker, handin' it over to Darry with a mischievous lil' grin to Soda.

He pulls his t-shirt straight over his head even though most of his freckles are clustered on his arms 'n face. He never picked up his brother's tendency to walk around all summer in no shirt. Dallas always made teased him for that. Glory, Pony's playin' modest 'n makin' the rest of us look like whores. 'N Two would always howl well if the shoe fits! 'N then duck out of Dallas' grip fast as he could. Only Soda 'n Darry knew the real reason. The kid didn't tan one bit. No siree, Pony burned.

He lays flat on the floor, eyes closed, Soda playin' with hair idly. Darry picks up Pony's arm 'n twists it, lookin' for anythin' that sticks out to him. Darry always did Pony's. Pony enjoyed just layin' there 'n Darry needed more time to study where the dots could become shapes. Pony would do Soda's since, out of all of them, the kid had an imagination that could spin 'n spin 'n spit out ideas 'n drawin's n' stories the fastest. 'N Soda had an incredibly short patience for not movin'.

"Hey, look." Soda brushes back Pony's bangs 'n gently traces a jagged line across his forehead. "Hand me that." Before Pony can swat his hand away Soda's connected the freckles from one temple to the other so they form a mountain range across his skin.

"Our little prince, huh." Pony opens one eye 'n glares down at Darry but his oldest brother is just lookin' at him with that fond little smile he gets.

"Oh c'mon." He wriggles around on the carpet 'n gets nothin' for his troubles but rugburn. "Hurry uppppp."

"You sound like me now, Pone." Soda ruffles his hair 'n Pony reaches up blindly with his free arm to swing at him.

"Well, maybe I'd be done faster if you'd stop wigglin'." They drift into a soft silence, Soda standin' up halfway through to cue up the Beatles' latest record, The White Album, which had been a joint birthday gift for Darry last month. Half of the gift had been them toleratin' Darry's affinity for that McCartney kid's weepy grandma songs.

"Alright, I think I'm done." Pony jolts up, grinnin' down at his arms.

"Lemme see, lemme see." Darry twists the mirror around so he can see the back of his biceps, pointin' out what was what.

"Look, this is Soda's." Darry's linked four freckles into an elongated diamond 'n penned in DX. Soda cracks up, twistin' Pony's arms so he can see better 'n forgettin' it's attached to the kid.

"You're a walkin' ad, kid! They should hire you!" Pony snatches his arm back 'n wrinkles his nose up.

"'N work with Steve? Yeah, hard pass." Soda howls 'n Pony tries 'n fails to look put out.

"Hey, this must be yours, Dar." Soda positions the mirror so Pony can better see the lopsided Superman logo on the back of his shoulder.

"Yup, but this one's my favorite." Down the hollow of Pony's throat 'n up under his jaw are three little stick figures all facin' different directions.

"Hey! That's us, right?" Darry ruffles his hair and drops a kiss to the freckle on his temple that makes up the end of his crown.

"Yup," He shoots Soda a grin 'n wiggles his eyebrows conspiratorially, "the shrimpy one is you."

"They're sticks! They all look the same!" Soda grabs him by the chin so he can get a better look.

"Nope, Darry's right." He nods solemnly. "The good lookin' on is me." Pony shoves him off 'n he lands on his ass. Darry hoots a laugh 'n manhandles Soda so his head is restin' on Darry's knee.

"See, Soda gets my creative vision." Soda peeks up at him, upside down, 'n cackles.

"Oh shut up." Pony snatches the marker from Darry 'n instantly goes to work. Soda starts squirmin' less than a minute in 'n Darry leans over 'n flips the TV on, an episode of Scooby-Doo is playin' 'n Soda grins 'n crains his neck to watch.

"You got our north star this year, Pepsi." Darry taps Soda on the tip of his nose where one single fair freckle stands out against his tan skin.

"No kiddin'? Pony's had it the last three years, the hog." Pony sticks his tongue out 'n goes back to drawin'.

The episode's not even half over before Pony nods, self-satisfied. "Alright, c'mere."

"Oh my God, Pony, why do we even try?" Pony's blushes, the tips of his ears goin' red.

"They're just doodles."

"Do I need to bring up Soda's horse?"

"Hey-!"

Pony's joined vast groups of freckles into three distinct shapes across Soda's chest 'n stomach. A horse, that looks far more identifiable than Soda's drawin', across his side, a record 'n the player on Soda's left ribs, a map of some of the actual constellations Pony would drag them outside on clear nights to point out over Soda's heart. Darry can pick out the big dipper, one of the triangles, 'n the bear.

"Wait, this one's my favorite." He points to two little hearts on each side of Soda's face made from four little freckles each.

Soda twists this way 'n that gigglin' between the horse 'n the freckles. "God, Pone, you missed your callin' as an artist."

"Damn straight!" Darry laughs 'n pulls both his kid brothers in tight for a hug. Pony whines but buries his head in Darry's chest beside Soda. "Well, I dunno about y'all but I'm hungry after all that."

Soda whoops already clamberin' off the floor 'n divin' for the keys before Darry can get to them. "Dairy Queen!"

Pony throws his shirt back on, carefully rollin' up the sleeves so Darry's Superman logo can still be seen. Darry reaches over 'n pulls him in for another hug.

"You sure you don't wanna wipe any of that off?" Pony gestures to the mess of marker 'n Darry laughs, brushin' Pony's hair back.

Soda's already climbed in the truck, shirt still off 'n Pony's drawin's on full display.

"Hell no! I got stars to show off."

[teh-nos]

and another thing!!!

"doesn't rtd understand this show is about change?"

no? no, he clearly doesn't and he never has. his ideal doctor who is rose tyler (lbr his mary-sue, because however much i am told not to use that term she clearly is one) and a doctor that looks like david tennant and everything else is Wrong and we must constantly be told that. 10 "mourning" rose that much is not in-character, actually, it is not an unavoidable issue, it's a deliberate writing choice to Not Let Go of rtd's one true companion. so martha jones gets fucked over (again, a choice was made to focus on her love for the doctor and how he could never ever want her), and rtd doesn't care and neither did the fandom because they too thought that rose being gone was a glitch to be fixed. because rtd fucking encouraged them to.

so rose is somehow in s3 even though she isn't, and then she's back in s4 where she is given a man who looks like david tennant. to look after. and 'heal'. (aside: no, the 9th doctor was healed by running into people and things that made him confront the past. rose was just a nice distraction for him between those brief therapy sessions. yet she's given the credit for them. because of course the one true companion must have done that!)

and then when he has to write out david tennant... *sigh* off we go to see rose fucking tyler again after spending the rest of our time being sad about not being david tennant anymore, and he goes out COMPLAINING that he can't face not being david tennant in the tardis with rose "russell t" tyler. and then you wonder why people stopped watching at that point? you wonder why they still complain about the eleventh doctor not being david tennant? they were told to!

and then rtd comes back. and so does david tennant. and... yes we can all see where this is going HOW DID YOU NOT? rtd has never been willing to move on and accept change. he hates having to change things in doctor who. this has been obvious since 2007. but fandom liked martha being fucked over in the name of rose-and-david-tenannt so they just ignored it.

[warlenys]

it’s about wilson choosing to potentially ruin his life over just choosing house. he’d rather risk everything trying to be normal than just accept that he’s not. and through that he insults house, reiterating as he always does that house isn’t normal house isn’t good house isn’t what wilson should be striving for house isn’t even what wilson should be Settling for. he says it again with “i should’ve spent my life being more like you” “you’d still have cancer” “yeah but at least i’d feel like i deserved it!”. even when he admits an openness to being like house, even when he’s saying he wishes he were like him, he’s still judging him by that completely conditioned moral compass he has to live upon. and that hurts house because it makes him feel like wilson’s blind to his kindness, which is not only something house wants so desperately to be but is something he actually manages to be with wilson. but he’s still evil in wilson’s repressed mind. and the worst fucking thing about this scene is that wilson’s admitting that a child is exactly like house. a child is a needy truculent narcissist. traits he forgives a child for because they’re Supposed to have them. but house isn’t. so it’s not even that wilson hates house for being awful he just hates him for being. house. for not being a wife and not being a child. and there’s nothing house can do to break through that sense of normalcy that wilson’s crafted goals are all completely based upon. even when he’s exactly like the child wilson wants he still isn’t it. even when he’s exactly like the girlfriend wilson has, he still isn’t her. wilson would rather ruin his life And a child’s life trying to be normal than just accept that he loves house. he’d rather hate himself than love house. and then. when the cancer comes. and he needs to die clean and pretty. he’d rather kill himself than struggle to change for house. he’d rather die normal than live queer. and Then you have the whole. he wants to be tied to a child because it takes away from him that choice to leave that he would otherwise always take. he can’t divorce the boring normal life this time. it’s almost like how house wants to wait for the burning building to kill him instead of making the decision to live. because neither of them want to suffer and choosing each other will always be suffering. wilson will always hate that he’s not normal and house will always be in pain. wilson will always have to give up his ideal normal life for house and house will always have to give up his pills his job his friends his life for wilson. and being together doesn’t negate that suffering, they just have to accept that it’s the best option. because it’s what they truly deep down want. it’s the only thing that can make them even close to happy. they work together: wilson regrets the child, and house takes that pain away; but also they Don’t, because wilson still hates him for it. and even if it’s forgiven eventually, that reaction that he can’t change lingers in house i think. house will always have to deal with being hurt by wilson’s conservatism. wilson will always have to deal with being in love with an evil man. but also. they love each other. so it doesn’t matter. But. also. it Does.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Do you use AI generators to compile or scrape this information?

no

[tricos-here]

if I may draw you attention to this doomed by the narrative asshole (she's stuck in the mists as a castle lord)

[courfee]

For day 14 of @jeguluskinktoberr

[fbfh]

Hate to break it to you but Logan Huntzberger DOES talk you through it!!!! He touches your face and rubs your shoulder or waist or back depending on the position. He gives your cunt a kiss before he lines himself up. And he does NOT shy away from telling you that you're taking it like a champ.

"There we go, Ace... biiiiiiig stretch- ahh..."

[littleplantfreak]

Umemiya would sit you on his lap and let you suck and nibble off his fingers whenever you wanted, take them dry, with caramel if you wanna do food play or if he’s just fingered you and he’s gonna praise you the whole time too he told me himself

[xxplastic-cubexx]

after finally playing scarlet witch long enough to get this icon ive decided that you really have to love wanda to get this icon

anyway Bonus cause Heh....... Fam.....

[kenmaiii]

looking back at all my past sonas and im kinda goated for reusing the same main colors and still making them distinct enough

[daltonsnightmare]

I am asking you directly to please tell me your honest thoughts about this episode 😀

- @mistyyrayne

oh no.....I don't think you realize what you just did. You really want to hear me talk about what's possibly my least favorite episode of the series? Are you sure? Certain?

I had to rewatch it just so I could accurately reference certain parts, and I amend my earlier statement- it definitely is my least favorite. Sorry to anyone who enjoys this episode (5x06 enjoyers, please beware) these are just my own opinions to be taken with a grain of salt (I really don't mean to be so harsh with it, but. well...)

cue me ranting under the cut 🤪

To be fair, I watched this episode for the first time in November last year. Would my opinion on it have changed if I had seen it when it first aired? Probably, but the fact is I didn't, and so I found myself physically recoiling at Mac singing about Fauci on the ukulele. I just....have no words.

Onto the facetime with Mac and Desi....oh boy. So. Mac sent a ("very, very detailed") apology letter to Desi for the events of last season. Ok, alright, that's cool- I'm not going to delve into whether or not he needed to apologize for most of the events in the first place, that's for another time. It's been shown before that he sometimes struggles with apologies (2x04 comes to mind, with 6 voicemails to prove it) so the fact that he wrote a lengthy letter to apologize shows he sincerely wants things to be better between them.

The only reason I have an issue with this is because...well I could be misremembering, but did we ever get to see Desi apologize to Mac? Like at all? She didn't trust him. Full stop. She didn't trust that he had a plan. That he could still do his job despite the crushing grief and guilt he was feeling, and because she didn't trust that he knew what he was doing, he had to use extreme measures to escape the Phoenix that ended up with her and Russ getting hurt. Even after she learned he hadn't been a "traitor" and stopped Codex, she still held what he did against him. All signs of a healthy and functional relationship :) She also failed at the job she was explicitly trusted by Jack to do when she waved a gun in Mac's face, but also. not the time or place for that right now haha smiling. smiling normally

Anyways, Mac goes on to express concerns about their relationship going forward, and lightheartedly but pointedly brings up the fact that she may be delaying the conversation (which has precedence) and Desi begins to vent about the circumstances that led her to quarantining with her parents- which is all very understandable! She's under a lot of stress, and racist assholes are targeting her parents, she has every right to be upset. But. but but but. She takes on an accusatory tone and lays into Mac about it, causing him to apologize and immediately retract what he said. which...I'm certainly no expert on relationships, but I feel like there's just something so wrong with that.

He was trying to start a dialogue about the future of their relationship, which I think is quite understandable- he wants something stable in such a tumultuous time, and it isn't just the Pandemic, either. Did we as the audience all forget he not only lost Jack, Charlie, James, and Gwen within the same year? Of course not but I bet you the writers did. So much has changed around him and it's no wonder he feels so unstable.

Desi, on the other hand, doesn't have any desire to define their relationship right now, being too preoccupied with everything else going on- also quite understandable! What irks me to no end, however, is that they made it so Mac was the unreasonable one here. Desi shuts his concerns down, and to be fair, she was called away to tend to her parents, but there's not even any follow up of like "we'll talk later," or "I hear you, but I can't do this right now." No, just leave him in limbo, it's fine. He'll be fine, he always is.

But even after all this, (and I'm sure you're thinking, wow dude, chill out, calm down) that wasn't even what makes me despise this episode.

It's how they wrote Bozer.

On what fucking planet would this dude not tell his best friend that his mom (who had also been the closest thing Mac had to a mother during his adolescence as well) is sick? during the pandemic??????

Well, you might say, Mac hasn't been a good friend to him recently. OKAY?? AND??? That's not the kind of thing you'd keep from someone you're that close to, regardless of the circumstance. AND WHY DOES EVERY BIT OF THE BLAME KEEP GETTING SHIFTED TO MAC. After this dogshit year he's had, losing the people he loves, being under enormous amounts of stress, his teammates not trusting him, the usual near-death experiences, he hasn't had a fucking break. NO SHIT HE'S BEEN "COMPLETELY MIA" and not noticing Bozer's been struggling. Mac needs some serious help and he's not getting any. If anything, Bozer would be the one TO NOTICE IT WITH MAC.

I wish I could say I could see Bozer getting upset about this in-character, but I just can't. I personally don't think Bozer berating Mac for being a shitty friend is justified AT ALL. So yeah, this episode pisses me off to the extreme. I think there were a lot of good choices they made with Bozer's character in the later seasons (like him being more confident on missions) but this? ABSOLUTELY not one of them. It just blew me out of the water. I'm astonished they made him seem like such an asshole just for the sake of this plotline. He would never not share something as serious as his mom being sick with Mac and that's a hill I will always die on.

Admittedly sometimes I look at my favorite characters through rose-tinted glasses sometimes, but a majority of the shit that gets pinned on Mac in s4 and s5 genuinely does not seem like his fault? Maybe I'm wrong- If you have a differing opinion on any of this, I wouldn't mind hearing it. Prove me wrong, I'd be happy to be proven wrong here, because I adore all these characters so much. I feel like they've been done a major disservice, not just in this episode, but in these last two seasons especially.

Ok I'm sorry but I was gonna do a play by play of the rest of the episode, but I'm 16 minutes in and I'm already in a seething rage about this LMFAO so I'm gonna stop right here. excuse me while I go bash my head through the nearest brick wall

anyways, in summary/TLDR:

How about I end this off with some positivity, huh? Things I DID like about this episode are that Mac, Riley, and Bozer all got to quarantine together. The beginning scene where they were all hanging out in the living room was almost like a s1-2 scene where they were hanging out on the deck. Almost.

OH I also liked when Bozer was explaining the plan and they all acted it out, I love when they do that (also great in 3x12 Fence + Suitcase + Americium-241, they do that same thing there)

[independent-fics]

The Leverage OT3 in Every Episode

Leverage (2008-2012)

01x10 The Juror #6 Job

[darkacademiaarchivist]

University Gothic (but hyperspecific to my uni* just because)

You walk into a building on ground floor level. It suddenly feels like you're in the basement. You're walking down a flight of stairs. You're walking down a flight of stairs. You're walking down a flight of stairs. You're walking down a flight of stairs. The order of the room numbers makes no sense. You're walking down a flight of stairs. You're walking down a flight of stairs. You're-

The fog is creeping over the trees surrounding campus. You can't make out any of the surrounding buildings or landscape. The lights are all blurring in the fog. There's a red light blinking on a crane somewhere but you can't make it out.

One of the bathrooms in the library is completely purple, floor to ceiling. The lights are too bright. You walk back in the next day. It's suddenly all green. You check and realize you're not on the same floor anymore even though you could have sworn you were in the same place as yesterday. You're walking down a flight of stairs.

Someone is playing on the piano by the cafeteria. The sound travels far, you can even hear it outside the building, staring out into the fog. There's always someone playing on that piano even when you're sure no one should be in that building.

Nonsensical quotes on handwritten notes in the doors of toilet stalls. They start to get more and more concerning the more of them you find. Some of them warn you about the fog. They get torn off immediately and you never find quotes in that handwriting again.