#le management

[the-muppet-joker]

please tell me the coworkers who r excluding you get some kinda karma im begging

There are three of them. They always smoke weed without me

[zivazivc]

just found about this funky fish that can walk around on land and the thing looks straight out of the trolls world. look at this thing, i love it!

anyway, floyd grew up in a cage and hed grew up in a city, i doubt they'd be thrilled to see one of these things for the first time. I know I would have shat my pants if i saw a 1.5 meter long catfish walk out of a lake towards me

[evelasco-art]

Personal work inspired by greatest writer ever aka Ursula K. Le Guin's short story Winter's King. You can find it in The Wind's Twelve Quarters, it's set in the same world as The Left Hand of Darkness and it's... well, brilliant, like pretty much all her writing.

“Thus, although the best known picture is that dark image of a young king standing above an old king who lies dead in a corridor lit only by mirror-reflections of a burning city, set it aside for a while.”

And then, as she often does, proceeds to break your heart.

At first, I wanted to make 3-4 illustrations for this story, but found a way to put all scenes into a single piece. And I believe that actually works better, given the cyclic nature of the story.

I'm not done illustrating Gethen. Genly Ai and Therem Harth rem ir Estraven: you are next. Once I finish the commissions I'm working on and have the time and energy for personal art, that is.

[shamedumpster]

Courfeyrac can turn anything into a good situation, including getting a surprise roommate.

Hi, @lesbianmariuspontmercy! Here is your gift for the @drinkwithme-exchange, I hope you like it!

[rillils]

🌸 post-catws stucky + hug

The first tendril of want shocks him like a splash of ice-cold water poured down his spine.

Bucky doesn’t know at first – doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. But the want is there, curled up in his chest: small, and starving, like some trembling newborn thing whose first taste of life is hunger, crying to be fed and soothed.

There’s a half-remembered feeling in the back of his mind, something he reaches for when the want aches sharp and spark-bright inside him. The word for it is short and sweet in Bucky’s mouth, so gentle it barely touches his tongue at all, all throat and soft palate: ‘hug’.

It’s a simple concept. Two arms go around one body – that’s all it takes. One step, and there it is: a hug. And Bucky imagines it vividly: his own mismatched arms around Steve, and Steve’s arms folding around him, like a circle – the shape of the infinite, of timeless things like the two of them. A line that should end, but constantly finds one more beginning instead.

He tries to see it, Steve’s broad chest brushing against his as their bodies meet, the swell of Steve’s arms enveloping him, Steve’s big palms splayed wide against his back, touching him. Gentle. Like Steve’s eyes on him are gentle; like the clasp of his hand on Bucky’s shoulder is gentle, always. So gentle, perhaps, that Bucky would hardly even feel the hug around him.

But he would take it, gentle or no. Because the truth, where it lies in the empty pit of his stomach, is that he starves for it, day after day, the want pulsing inside him with every beat of his heart. He just doesn’t know how to ask for it.

So Steve does the asking for him.

His hair is ruffled, limned with copper and wisps of gold in the late afternoon light, and his hands are unsure, nervous. But his eyes. His eyes take Bucky in, searching, urgent – and for a moment, Bucky is sure that Steve, too, must have been starving for this.

“Can I hug you?” he says, and the word sounds especially sweet when it’s Steve pronouncing it. When there’s a ‘you’ attached to it, and that one syllable becomes two, joined seamlessly together, and the new word rolls smooth and honeyed down the curl of Steve’s tongue, hug you, hug you, hug you. “Would that be okay?”

Bucky wets his lips. ‘Yes,’ he means to say, but the word that slips out of his mouth in a rasp instead says, “Please.”

So Steve gathers him close, two arms and one body and his nose buried in Bucky’s dark mop of hair, and he carves a snug space out of himself to make room for Bucky right there, his hands fisted in the back of Bucky’s shirt, their chests pressed so tight together that his heartbeat pounds behind Bucky’s ribs.

It’s not a passing touch, the fluttering echo of a hug Bucky feared he might barely feel. It’s persistent. It’s desperate. It’s a hungry little thing, a creature to be fed tenderly, steadily, so it’ll grow and live, and live.

He wraps his own arms around Steve, and grasps at him just as fiercely as his want commands, a wet exhale shuddering out of his lips to land in the crook of Steve’s neck.

He was wrong, he realizes now, framed in Steve’s embrace like a timeless work of art. He was missing a step.

A hug is a simple concept: two arms go around one body, and they hold on.

[doodlingwren]

For scientific purposes I need to know what kind of rizz Deathmask has.

I drew some examples of what I believed would happen:

...

Now, it's time for you to

[darkcreamz95]

It's been a good art year baby boos~ 💖

[theysangastheyslew]

This should all be taken with a grain of salt due to translation inaccuracies, but from what I can gather from the latest Q and A, all it says about Hange is that they are estranged from their family, she has some skill in housework but doesn't like to do it, and is the type to fly off somewhere then come home unexpectedly (akin to Eren apparently?).

Soooo basically all stuff we already learned from the character interview from years ago 🙄😒😮‍💨

Edit: Guess it also states in a character blurb that Hange is kind, beautiful, smart, stylish, and gets v embarrassed when being complimented. We been knew but still 😌

[lucian-evander]

Bayrou qui dit qu'il est très fier de son gouvernement qui va unifier les français alors oui il a été repêché tous les gens des précédents gouvs que tout le monde déteste 😭

[cypherthesilliest]

OLD AND NEW DOODLES!!! Oh, is that GOOTLES!? And how about a gangle? Or rather some gays? ENJOY MY MISERY!!!

LET ME DRAW RAGATHA IM GONNA CRYY

My favorite characters are Kinger, Gangle, Zooble, Ragatha, Pomni, Caine and bubble!!!

I love them equally and I cannot pick favorites. But I do agree that I DEPISE JAX I HOPE HE GETS RUN OVER BY SEVERAL GLOINKS, GLOINK KINGS AND QUEENS, MONKEYS, MANNEQUINS, GANGLES, GUMMY LIZARDS, BATTLETRUCKS, ABRACTIONS, SHOTGUNS, DEMONS, GHOSTS, BURGERS, AND DIAMONDS AND I HOPE HE SUFFERS SO MUCH IN EPISODE 4.

either way buttonblossom and showtime are amazing, Berry and Calx forever, im outta here.

[navybrat817]

What if...The writers of "What If...?" focused on a character besides Peggy Carter?

[23fallencomets]

the gods of prophecy have chosen me

[chamerionwrites]

A thing about spy characters (and maybe especially likable spy characters that the audience is rooting for) I’ve found is that a surprising number of people have a hard time reading manipulation as manipulation unless it is framed as wholly insincere. Like just because somebody means some or all of what they say does not mean they are not choosing their words and manner in an extremely calculated way to get something they want.

[shamedumpster]

Cosette in 13, if you don’t mind? The dark colors and the pale bright ones together suit her, I think

Goth Cosette be upon ye!!

Thank you for the ask! Prompt from this list.

[guzhufuren]

The practice version of Trouble Maker 🙌🏻

Wang Yunkai and Li Le in practise for Meet You At The Blossom fanmeeting in Bangkok

[vastunknownsea]

Prompt 2– favorite duo? You know it @campbenji

he’s not that tall guys clearly (pray for my girl Yaz she is trying to cope so hard)(high off copium)(the beret makes her taller)