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[realbananazzz]

Chef John's Coq au Vin Recipe In this mouthwatering coq au vin recipe, bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs are braised with bacon, mushrooms, and thyme in a hearty red wine broth.

[pyr0frnzy]

i forgot to share this oopsies

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

Goretober Day 23: Candy Gore

Content Warning: blood and gore, suggestive

i have never drawn candy gore before but it fucking SLAPS. put in the tags what u want to eat im chompin on the blue raspberry thigh muscles

bonus closeup bc COME ON

[julissart]

Some wips for the fanzine, these were meant to be finished last week but ehem I just couldn't do it, now I just made a mini comic in 3 hours (sketch still) I'm starting to worry if I will be able to get it done in time, my bed is calling me rn

Soon the requests will begin!

[goldenblu]

anyway as celebration for the start of the anime egghead arc here's a snippet from the zosan au i'm writing where sanji gradually loses his emotions post-wano

(edit: link to the fic)

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“Can’t you get your shitty self back up on your own?” Zoro grumbles, but he reaches down to grasp Sanji’s hand anyways.

This turns out to be a mistake, because the next second, Zoro finds himself yanked off the boat, splashing ungracefully face first into the bay. For a moment, all he can see is bubbles. The saltwater burns in his nostrils. He resurfaces, sputtering and wiping water out of his eyes. “What the fuck was that for?”

Sanji is too busy cackling at him to answer, his laughter loud and breathless and delighted, echoing across the water. That shitty fucking cook, he hates him so fucking much, see if he’s going to help him with anything ever again, he’s going to kill him, he’s going to—to do nothing, actually, since Zoro suddenly has a new favorite sound.

He wants Sanji to keep laughing like that, so gleeful and happy that it makes Zoro’s promise seem like a ridiculous impossibility, a half-forgotten dream. How could Sanji ever think he would become a Vinsmoke when he’s so, so warm, like fresh-baked bread, like the scent of spices, like the ember at the end of his cigarette, a pinprick of light in the darkness? Maybe it’s foolish, but Zoro wants to be the one who makes Sanji laugh like that, the one who eases the weight of the world off his shoulders, who brings out his strength and his kindness and his passion, who is allowed to lean in just that bit further when they’re butting heads until—until—

Shut up, brain, he tells himself. Focus. Now is not the time for that. Now is the time to take his revenge.

[yasmeensh]

Zoo sketching

I went to the zoo yesterday. Can't go without a sketchbook :)

I think the one I brought was too small though... anyways, still served its' purpose. I decided to pack lightly and draw with a pen only (added pencil shadows during down-time). Since it's been a while from the last time I drew seriously, this has pumped me up to keep drawing more.

This bear was napping, woke up and walked in front of us, pooped, and went to it's private room where the zookeeper was waiting. It was spectacular.

[good-beansdraws]

The shovel is still tossed away in the house somewhere, but he doesn’t want it. He digs with his hands, swift but careful, reverent of what lies beneath. The soft earth crumbles easily under his fingers. Soon enough, the skull is staring up at him, its empty eye sockets a strange echo of Python’s own.

From @luce-speaks 's incredible ghost au fic, Laid to Rest ! There were so many moments I wanted to draw, but this one really stuck in my brain and I wanted to bring it to life (pun intended)

other versions

[fictionadventurer]

The more I learn about Civil War politics, the more I'm convinced that Lincoln's most impressive and useful leadership trait was that he never let his pride get in the way of doing his job.

Other people in Lincoln's position would have come to Washington with something to prove. They'd have resented the insults and tried to disprove them. They'd have tried to seize power and credit, rejected help, spent a lot of time trying to reach a certain level of respect.

Lincoln's response to, "You're just a backwoods lawyer with no executive experience who makes too many dumb jokes," was pretty much always, "Yeah. And?" He had no interest in petty personal power plays. He had a country to run. There was a war on. It didn't matter what people thought of him so long as the job got done.

He was aware of his personal shortcomings and was always willing to accept advice and help from people who had more knowledge and experience in certain areas. He presided over a chaotic Cabinet full of abrasive personalities who thought they were better and smarter than him, but he kept working with them because they could get the job done. For example: Stanton was absolutely horrible to him when they were both working as lawyers. Just incredibly mean on a personal level. But when Lincoln needed someone to replace Cameron, he swallowed his pride and appointed Stanton as Secretary of War, where Stanton proceeded to be mean to everyone in the world, but he whipped that department into shape and kept it running efficiently through a very chaotic war. Pretty much no one except Lincoln would have been able to put up with that. He could put up with people who were personally difficult if they could do the job he needed them to do--which he was only able to do because his own ego didn't get in the way.

Lincoln's example is a prime demonstration of how humility isn't underrating yourself--it's being so secure in your own abilities and identity that you don't need to attack anyone or defend yourself to prove your worth. He knew his shortcomings, but he also knew his strengths. He was willing to give other people credit for successes and take blame upon himself for failures if it kept things running smoothly. He was secure enough in his own power that he could deal generously--but firmly--with people who tried to undermine him. In a city full of huge egos, in a profession that rewards puffed-up pride, that levelheaded humility is an extremely rare trait--which is what made it so impressive and effective.

[vimbry]

it's so fun how tmbg aren't a band you associate with choreography, but they absolutely do have identifiable moves for specific songs where you can tell what they're performing just from a picture

[smile-files]

here's the updated design for smiley, the rainbow caterpillar! :)

[do-you-have-a-flag]

i've decided it is once again time for this incredible song

[lucifer-kane]

main reason i wanna make clothes even on a small casual scale for myself is there's soooooo many cute things i see. alas. i am fat.

[skunkes]

how did you learn to draw and feel comfortable drawing bodies and figures? I was curious to your own experience, since theres an overwhelming amount of ways to go about learning.

just by doing ! i collect lots of ref images and also use my own body as ref for poses (then mentally edit the body to fit the character im drawing)

though there's something to be said about. 1. the Becoming Obsessed With Something method in my experience, and 2. Finding a balance between motivating self to start, and waiting until its you Feel ready to do so ^_^

i learned to draw and feel comfortable drawing the human body by going section by section (was fixated on drawing isolated arms and hands for some time in high school, in between still trying to draw whatever (full bodies) i wanted as usual. i barely started really learning to draw legs last year. i didnt feel Ready or Motivated to focus on them before then, and now I can actually piece all of that together, and draw in a more Informed way than before) as well as just actually having genuine fascination and fixation on the human body to drive this. I love the body! I want to depict it well!

[goldenblu]

here is teaser #2 for the emotionless sanji au because i'm impatient and really want to start posting chapters on ao3 rn but i know i'm gonna regret it if i do that without writing out at least the first half of the fic. therefore this is what you get for now

(edit: link to the fic)

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His peaceful mood evaporates the moment he passes by the swordsman dozing in front of the galley. Before he can wonder if he needs to mentally prepare himself for any topics from last night being brought up again, Zoro cracks his eye open and says, “Breakfast was cold.”

Sanji’s temper flares. Obnoxious bastard, he should have known. Dropping the three grocery bags, he skips indignation and goes straight to fury. “Maybe if you woke up on time instead of sleeping all day like a lazy shithead, it wouldn’t have been!” he shouts, his heel slamming down onto metal.

The asshole has the audacity to smirk at him from behind his blades. “Thought a cook is supposed to serve his customers.”

“Unlike you, I have a job and actual shit I need to get done, I can’t just wait hand and foot on your stupid ass.” One of these days, he’s going to kick the shitty mosshead all the way back to the East Blue. What a nuisance. He goes to ignite his leg before remembering the bags of highly-flammable food in close proximity. Damn. His anger dies down, and so he huffs and drops his foot, picking up the bags instead. “Get out of the fucking way, I don’t have time for you.”

Zoro stands but doesn’t move out of his path. Sanji is about to snap at him again when, to his surprise, Zoro takes the bags from him and goes into the galley. Sanji is too astonished to stop him. After a moment of staring at the door swinging closed in front of him, he breaks out of his shock and follows the idiot inside. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”  

“Putting away the groceries,” Zoro says, like it’s obvious. 

Sanji is going to break his nose. “Why?”

Zoro looks at him like he’s the one who’s stupid. Forget breaking his nose, Sanji’s going to strangle him with his own intestines. “You were the one who was just complaining about not having enough time.”

Sanji gawks at him in slowly growing horror. Is he—is he trying to help? What the fuck. Who is this man in front of him. Because it’s definitely not Roronoa Zoro. “Do you even know where any of those go?”

“Uh.” Zoro looks at the bags he’s holding, then around the galley, then back at Sanji. “I didn’t think that far ahead.”

Never mind, he changed his mind, this goddamn fucking moron is definitely Zoro.

[sydmarch]

overwhelming urge to Post but nothing to actually say

[fist-amidst-the-hands]

hi hi okay imagine. stede wants to brush out ed's hair the way izzy always does. maybe izzy is busy on deck taking note of damages after a raid. maybe they had an infestation and he's going over ration spoilage and inventory with roach. ed is tired and cranky and absentmindedly separating sections of curls and tugging them apart at the bottom where they get stuck together in knots. stede offers to help with the tangles, says he would love to give it a go and help ed relax

izzy walks in a few minutes later and immediately comes up and tells stede he's doing it all wrong but also gently takes the brush from him and shows him the right way - where to hold the hair, how to start at the bottom with little sections and work his way up, when to start with his fingers instead of the brush. neither of them can see it but ed is smiling so much his face might actually burst