#my love my beloved

[steamclouds]

Wanted to draw Voradras' most recent look in the style of my comms

[beauregardlionett]

fEARNE???? BELOVED WHAT WHY NO

[poisonousquinzel]

"And the...doing crime part? Did it make you feel...bad?"

"It didn't. I feel good. Like I did the right thing, even if others don't agree...and I did it for my own cause. That executive was a rich pig."

Harley Quinn (2021 - ) #38

Writer: Tini Howard

Artist: Natacha Bustos

Colorist: Nick Filardi

Letterer: Steve Wands

[unhauntng]

actually not emotional over graduating university, just over losing my jstor access

[aterfish]

i love ways the word 'halfa' can be interpreted

[cloudberrytroll]

The signs of time

[mountainshroom]

Girlfriends 🫶

[paintedcrows]

When asked why they still haven't kicked the bucket after decades: Ford insists he beat Death at chess. Stanley insists he kicked Death's ass in a Denny's parking lot

[nmzuka]

whatever I'll post my addendum to it anyway

[notherpuppet]

Love Letter 💌 Prompt for #HellaverseSapphicWeek on twitter

[shiwden]

- I’m not the child you once knew.

- No. That child would see you and run.

[avi-mation]

Try not to think about Roomies’ unique quirks in showing affection.

How Etho is bit awkward in showing it but craves physical touch, discovers that forehead touches work for him. And both Cleo and Grian recognise it and put an effort to reciprocate it.

How Grian wants to do things to show his appreciation for his team, it coming out with him bringing trinkets or spending quality time with his loved ones. How both Cleo and Etho accept his need to feel wanted and make sure to always have some physical reminder from their beloved avian.

How Cleo likes to see her boys happy. How sometimes to make it happen, they would manhandle them in the most playful way, with some extra forehead kisses to sweeten the deal.

Now try not to think about it

[limonmaid]

Tealhua Bluehua Yellowhua Northern Deserthua

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[noirandchocolate]

Several weeks ago one of my coworkers called me over into her cubicle and gave me a very unexpected gift. Her mother passed away recently, and she'd been packing stuff up at her condo to give to relatives and sell, so the home could be sold. The mother was an avid knitter and crocheter, and when my coworker came upon her stash of equipment, she told me, she "immediately thought of me as someone who might get some use out of it."

So, I have inherited a varied collection of knitting needles and crochet hooks, cable needles, sewing needles, and, best of all, now-out-of-print pattern books, mostly for blankets, because that was what this lady loved to make most. Plus, I also have a bunch of gauge swatches she made, pinned to little bits of card covered in perfect schoolteacher handwriting setting out the patterns they were made to test.

And also...

My coworker brought another bag, full of yarn and...knitted blanket squares. Her mother's last started project, before she got too sick to continue. And she asked if there was anything I could do with it.

It turned out, there are twelve completed squares, and I quickly located the pattern book they are from amid those given to me. It's a book of 60 patterns, meant to be put together however the maker wishes into blankets of 20 squares. I figured out which of the numbered patterns were already made, and selected eight more that I thought might go well with them.

So now! I am working on completing! My coworker's mother's last knitting project!

And I really am feeling very good about doing it.