#like in any capacity

[funnyscienceman]

also i hate the isha is zeri theory. holy shit bleach my brain and eyes, this insisting that isha has to be zeri as if giving the filipino champ a theme song in chinese wouldnt be the most disgusting thing ever

[anxiousgirl]

I refuuuuuuse to be with emotionally immature people

[dinoserious]

chit chat

[cheekinpermission]

hiiii, what a lovely day we're having. can you draw Erin stealing each of the housewardens favorite foods? I feel like it would be funny.

I don't know about all of them, but here's Leona!

It's never morally wrong to steal from the rich

[joy-jpg]

justice design concepts

[artilite]

many many isabeaus... and some sloopis's of course :^) !!!!

i like consolidating my doodles so that's probably what i'm going to do for the most part from now on (^^ゞ!

[butchvamp]

other people have already said it but it’s really soooo lame how Flat elgar’nan and ghilan’nain are. especially when you compare them to solas and mythal. elgar’nan was literally mythal’s husband, they had children together, surely he wasn’t just pure evil the entire time? why don’t we get to see any of their regrets in the literal regret prison that was originally intended for them? (because theyre just evil, of course!) why couldn’t what happened with the titans have been an unintended tragedy born from them just desiring bodies, unknowing that it would hurt and anger the titans, with those consequences spiraling into a brutal and bloody war between them… and then we could have actually seen more of what happened during this war, the impact it had on the titans and dwarves, and the desperation to end it that led to the death of the titans and solas’s regret and the eventual twisting of the evanuris into godhood… but nah. they’re just pure evil.

[thejesterstears]

She looks so genuinely terrified for most of the trailer, poor thing...

[sergle]

Ah fuck ah shit we found a kitten again

dude screaming his LUNGS out in front of some random building in lawton. literally just screaming as loud as possible. his plan to cry for help worked flawlessly.

[smile-files]

NO ONE ELSE CAN HELP YOU

NO ONE ELSE CAN HELP YOU

(objectober 2024 day 20: dream)

[doobledabbadoo]

TOTAL DRAMA WORLD TOUR REDESIGNS RAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

DISCLAIMER: These designs are simply made for fun. Constructive criticism, feedback, and suggestions are appreciated as long as it’s respectful.

batch 1 (duncan, gwen, courtney, owen, leshawna, heather, geoff, bridgette, trent, and harold)

batch 2 (lindsay, tyler, izzy, eva, noah, cody, justin, ezekiel, dj, & beth)

sadie & katie

roti batch 1 (dawn, dakota, sam, lightning, scott, b, & staci)

roti batch 2 (brick, jo, zoey, mike, cameron, & anne maria)

chris mclean

[girlsdads]

#ok it’s giving girl dad wearing his daughter’s handmade necklace special for him into work 🥺🥺😩😩

couldn’t stop thinking about this tag of mine, wrote a little smth about it 🥰

The stomping footfalls racing down the hall behind him could only be those of a toddler. Daniel turns and squats just in time for his tiny blonde projectile of a child to come barreling into his chest. The force sends Daniel falling back onto his butt with a surprised oof, his daughter giggling delightedly in his lap.

“Hey, Ellie-bug,” Daniel smiles. “Daddy’s gotta go to work, remember how we talked about it and you promised to be a big girl?” He brushes a strand of hair away from her mouth where it’s gotten stuck in a little smear of jam leftover from her breakfast. Daniel had shown Max how to make it just the way she likes—the pancake batter shaped in the silicone star mold, the silly faces drawn in jelly and jam.

Ellie’s head bobs up and down dutifully, but she makes no move to get up.

Max appears from the kitchen then, looking like a man who’s been fighting a losing battle with the second pancake. There’s a splatter of thick batter on his white t-shirt. He’s holding the spatula like it’s offended him somehow. Daniel looks at him over their daughter’s head, and loves him fiercely.

“She is of course the biggest girl,” Max says. Ellie grins proudly. “Why don’t you give Daddy your present now, then we will finish your pancakes.”

Daniel watches her grey-blue eyes light up like she’s just now remembering why she came running at him in the first place. She reaches a chubby hand into the bib pocket on her overalls, embroidered Enchanté script stretching as she roots around and produces a string of brightly-colored plastic beads. She holds it out to him expectantly.

Daniel takes the strand delicately in hand, wraps it around the backs of his fingers and rotates his wrist to get a good look. It’s a necklace, probably more of a choker given its relatively small circumference, the fat pony beads the only real indication it was made by a child. The powder pink and fuchsia beads are separated by interspersed pearlescent white orbs and clear sparkly stars. Smack in the center is a single number bead, a glittery pink three.

“Jeepers, did you make this for me? It’s beautiful!” Daniel says, and means it. He’s already been wanting to talk to his team about adding a jewelry collection to a future drop, and what better inspiration?

Ellie nods excitedly. “Papa helped me do a…,” she pauses, squints and tilts her little head, searching for the word, “…a pattern!”

“We made it the other day, while you were out with Blake,” Max chimes in. “For good luck.” He sounds almost bashful, like maybe it wasn’t their daughter’s idea in the first place. Daniel’s heart is so swollen it’s threatening to leak out through the gaps in his ribcage.

“How’d I get so lucky, huh?” Daniel muses, softly, mostly to himself. He stretches the elastic over his head, feels the smooth plastic three settle in the hollow of his throat. His pulse thrums evenly against it, grounding.

He flashes his biggest smile at his family. “How do I look?”

“Pretty, Daddy!” Ellie throws herself forward again, wrapping her arms around Daniel’s neck. It leaves him locking eyes with Max, who’s gazing down at the two of them like nothing else in the universe exists. Daniel can never quite get used to that look—still feels butterflies dancing up the back of his throat, his stomach dropped into a glorious freefall.

“Beautiful, Daniel,” Max says, reverent. “Always.”

[fatedroses]

And some days, I just wish you wouldn't look at me at all.

[smallishdoggo]

That "I am the parent and he's the child" line being entirely divorced from its context is the bane of my existence.

Veth says that to a group of people who are convinced that she is a child being manipulated by Caleb, who is her adult guardian. She's cornered, alone, and everyone is trying to tell her that she's being manipulated into acting against the group. It's an assertion of her agency and adulthood. It's a refutation of that specific misunderstanding of their relationship. She is saying that she's a grown ass adult who knowingly allies herself with Caleb above everyone else, and that Caleb is not controlling her.

Please for the love of god, put that line back in the context in came from or so help me.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Wei Wuxian eats a watermelon. Yep!

[mamath]

Apollo Justice is getting some kinda rerelease so perhaps it is time for me to play those games!! tbh every time i think about it i just end up going back to the og though... like now, when i ended up drawing these fools again ahhh sorry apollo

I had fun (and frustration argh) feeling out those flower shapes! Went through a few different iterations before deciding on these blobby rose-camellia things. I was looking up flower symbolism for like truth and justice for a while but sometimes simple is best