#no but my phone was NEXT TO ME

[xamitras]

For many of years I had this tradition of drawing Wirt and the beast once a year to see how much I have improved, then depression hit in 2023 and couldn't continue, but it left so really amazing art in the process

[fazcinatingblog]

okay so this is a weird confession but i'd never actually watched the music video for Anti Hero.... until now.

[twisting-in-wonderland]

why does he meow?

[mumblesplash]

part 2!!!! [read part one here]

transcript below the cut arranged into stanzas to help show where the rhymes are:

“that’s why they brought gem in? as a failsafe?” as a pawn. we were told to point her at whoever we need gone

“gem won’t hurt her allies. …yet.” the curse she carries will it’s had its eye on her since she lost the other eye she was specially selected for her hunting skill it’s quite the high honor. “wow. how generous.” we try

think about it: why does almost no one fight the curse? “given how fast scott killed skizz last season, i can guess.” [“any pain you spare your friends, you’ll have to suffer worse”?] it’s designed to shut down higher reasoning with stress

[cowardlykrow]

"Suck it, weeb-ass BEEETCH!"

Richie loses to Ruth. (She probably cheated)

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Them...

[lacedwithfemtanyl]

as a society we moved on from these way too fast

[collophora]

Fics rec of the week, and especially if you like well-written Wrecker, is the entire work of @electrikworm on AO3 In order:

The Batch have a terrible day

Human Shield

A peaceful moment

(But go read the others too)

[denjidenjiji]

hiii uhhh guess what I watched. Two versions because I’m indecisive.

[deep-space-lines]

Full-Size / True Color Version

Sometimes I think about the fact that first living being to orbit the Earth couldn't understand what was happening to her, couldn't understand the history she was making. Laika wasn't a volunteer. The technology to bring her back alive didn't exist. They sent her up anyway. She died, scared and alone, in a malfunctioning spacecraft hastily built to meet a political deadline.

When her heart rate tripled from the stress of acceleration, did she understand the magnitude of what she was experiencing? When she saw the stars outside her little window, did she believe the world had gone dark? In her final hours, did she feel wonder, or just fear?

"The more time passes, the more I’m sorry about it. We shouldn’t have done it. We did not learn enough from this mission to justify the death of the dog. When you understand that you can’t bring back Laika, that she perishes out there, and that no one can bring her back…that is a very heavy feeling." Oleg G. Gazenko

For me, there's some small consolation, at least, in knowing that although her death was unnecessary and cruel, Laika will never be forgotten. I love you, Laika. May you find peace among the stars.

Prints are available here.

[sleepyc63]

ruffles!!! :D

i regret to inform you all that the bubblfruit pants did not make it into this rendition of rivulet. i sincerely apologize (they can still wear them as pajamas or something,,, just too much detail to draw)

as always story under cut :D

Rivulet was born in a tropical area, but their family moved up north when they were a pup, so they don't remember much of it. She's been best friends with Saint her whole life and begged her parents to take them in after their mother passed (it worked! They're adoptive siblings :)). She also has ADHD, and has very intense RSD.

Rivulet was always very interested in marine life & anything to do with water, and they've been told since they were young that they'd make a great athlete someday. She was on every track and swim team throughout school, and was a highly valued member of her teams. In her late teens, she was offered something she couldn't turn down -- a scholarship at a sports-focused college down south. Even if it meant leaving her childhood home, she was more than happy to accept.

They have now graduated college and are now working as a mechanic to pay off their loans and start a life for themselves. They still live with Saint, but have moved out of their parent's home. She's worried her parents will want to move back up north (her younger siblings are not fans of the new scenery...) but she figures even if they do, they'll always come back to visit.

Since coming to town she's made a few friends, her closest friends being Monk and Moon. She's also developed a massive crush on the mailscug, Spearmaster. They're horrified to confess, though, since they've never been in a relationship before. But no matter what happens, she'll always have Saint to help her through it :))

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@churrorat-art

[thinkingabout-girls]

hey girl your personalized hell seems to just be you locked in a room with yourself. care to elaborate on that

[hyperfocusthusly]

Lifelines

——-

Part one | Part two | A03

——-

They do work it out. Tommy apologises for running, Buck apologises for jumping and they both agree to take it slow this time.

Evan comes round for movie nights while Tommy works up the courage to take Chimney up on his offer of babysitting.

They sit, pressed against each other, Evan reeling off every piece of trivia about the film they’re watching. He tells Evan about Ava, how she’s starting to stand up and move around the furniture. How one day he had been making her breakfast, he’d turned around and she wasn’t there anymore. He knew both the doors were shut but it didn’t stop it feeling like his heart was about to come out of his chest. Until he heard a tiny giggle come out from under one of the chairs. She had wedged herself into the square created by the chair legs and was sat, perfectly still, two little hands covering her face. When he crouched down to gently ask what it was she was doing, she had pulled her hands away and shouted with the kind of pure joy Tommy didn’t think he’d ever seen before.

“She sounds very funny.”

“She certainly thinks so, I’m not sure my cardiologist would agree.”

——-

Tommy is still stood in the hallway.

There’s nothing else to do. He had given Howie the official tour, showed him Ava’s bottles, formula, where the extra diapers and pacifiers were kept.

He just had to leave.

He took a deep breath and glanced at where Ava and Howie were sat on the floor of the living room. Ava was banging two blocks slightly dangerously close to Howie’s nose and laughing at his mock shock. Howie pushes himself up off the floor and walks over to him. He puts his hand on Tommy’s shoulder and smiles gently.

“She’s going to be okay.”

“I know.”

“You are going to be okay.”

Tommy chews on his lip. He’s less certain about that. His eyes flick over to the door. It’s just dinner, a couple of hours. He’s coming home.

I wonder if they thought the same thing?

He pushes the thought away immediately, and goes into the living room. He scoops Ava up and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“I promise I’m coming back, you’re going to have a great time with Uncle Howie, okay?”

She squeaks, seemingly in agreement and makes a ‘mwah’ smacking sound, tipping forward and crashing, open mouthed, straight into his face. He laughs and kisses her cheek. He puts her back down on the floor and offers her a block, she takes it and goes back to trying to find the most interesting combination of things to bash together.

He takes another deep breath and goes to the front door. Howie gives him a comical thumbs up as he opens the door.

Evan is practically bouncing by the time Tommy finally steps out of the door. They’ve chosen a restaurant a few blocks away from Tommy’s house. It isn’t the nicest place but Buck knows how tense Tommy was about being anywhere too far from home.

It also means they get to enjoy a warm evening walk, hands linked, the light autumn breeze ruffling through their hair.

“So you going to tell me why you look like you’re about to explode? Or should I just start taking guesses until the bomb squad gets called?”

Evan blushes, tips his head back and laughs.

“Bet you’d look good, even in a bomb suit.” He playfully bumps against Tommy’s shoulder.

“Maddie had her first scan today, everything is going well. I always think they look super weird when they’re that small, like little beans y’know?”

Tommy did know.

Tommy knows because there is one of those pictures in the top drawer of his dresser at home. A little note attached, achingly familiar handwriting printing out his status as favoured Uncle.

It twists in his gut and he can feel the bile rising in his throat. He instinctively presses it down, tries to disguise the burning in his throat with a cough. Evan looks at him, bright and piercing.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, that’s, it’s really great news.”

——-

They reach the restaurant and get seated.

Buck is busy catching Tommy up with some of the more note worthy calls they’d had in the last few months.

He reaches across the table and prise Tommy’s hand away from the napkin he’s currently shredding, linking their fingers together. He squeezes gently.

“She’s going to be okay, Chim is like a master with babies.”

Tommy smiles faintly, he had received a picture of Ava fast asleep in her crib with Howie leaning over her, big smile, thumbs up and a ‘she’s been great, enjoy your date!’ messaged attached.

“I know, I’m sorry, it’s just- it’s the first time I’ve left her.”

“We can go back if you need to, I know she’s important.”

“You’re important too.”

Tommy doesn’t miss the faint blush that creeps across Evan’s cheeks. Smiles at him.

“Now what were you saying? You can’t leave me hanging with a kitten stuck in an air vent story.”

Evan grins, it lights up his whole face. Tommy feels the knot of pressure in his chest ease slightly.

The rest of the date passes easily and before he knows it he’s stood in Ava’s room, softly stroking her cheek while she sleeps.

He and Evan had said goodnight with a kiss and a promise to see each other again later that week.

He pulls up her little blanket and whispers

“I think it might work this time.”

——-

They met at Tommy’s house later in the week, as promised, but Evan has been quieter this evening. Dinner passes with a bare description of his day, no regaling of the random facts he’d learnt since the last time they’d seen each other. Tommy recalls his small late night confession. It starts to make him feel sick. They wash up in near silence.

Tommy dries his hands as Evan loops the tea towel through the cabinet door. The silence starts to feel heavy.

“Is everything okay?”

Evan looks uneasy, shifting from foot to foot, fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve.

I- uhm - I don’t know how to-” his eyes are shining with unshed tears. “I want this Tommy, I really do, but-”

Tommy feels rooted to the floor. It’s happening again, only this time it’ll be Evan that walks out of the door.

“It’s been great, really, I just feel like something isn’t working.”

Tommy has to try to remember to breathe. He opens his mouth, closes it again. How could he have missed this?

“But- I thought-” he hears his voice catch. “I thought it was going well.”

Evan tilts his head, a sad smile on his face.

“It was, and I am, I really want to be with you, it’s just-”

He takes a deep breath, face resolute.

“You’re still hiding from me.”

Tommy takes a step back, stunned.

“I’m- I’m not-”

“Tommy, your sister died. In a freak accident a hundred miles away, months ago and you haven’t said a single word about it.”

He can feel his chest getting tight, breaths coming out shorter than he would like. He glances at the monitor on the side, prays for a disturbance, a snuffle. Anything to get him out from under Evan’s gaze.

He wants to run. Every thing in him is telling him to get away, it’s too much. He can’t admit how broken he feels. How much he loves the tiny face that looks just like hers, how much it hurts.

He knows this is it, this is the moment. Trust himself with Evan, or run.

He takes a step towards Evan, his shaking hand is moving forward. Reaching out.

His head feels like it’s full of lead, he lifts his eyes, dragging them away from his escape route. Focuses them in front of him.

Evan’s eyes are soft, full of the patience that usually makes Tommy feel uneasy. He feels hands wrapped around his own, pulling him closer. He lets himself go, finding his face pressed up against the side of Evan’s neck. He closes his eyes against the shiver that runs through his whole body.

“I miss her.” He whispers. “She was the only one I ever-” a stuttering breath forces its way out of his chest. “She was the only one I ever felt safe with.” He can’t stop it now, the grief crashes over him like a wave. He trembles in Evan’s embrace. The arms wrapping around him are the only things keeping him from collapsing under the weight of it.

“A-and she left me.” His voice is raw, ragged. “And I’m-” he falters, a sharp edge pulls through his mind, it’s too much, he won’t stay if you say it. “I’m angry with her.” He clenches his jaw. “She’s dead and I’m angry with her.”

He lets out a shaky breath. “She didn’t tell me about Ava, she didn’t ask, she just-” He feels Evan turn his head towards him, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “She just left, and I- I want her back Evan, I miss her so much.”

“And I’m scared. If I-” he chokes. “That if I tell anyone how much I feel like I can’t do this, how terrified I am that I’m getting it all wrong…That someone will come and takes her away from me.”

“Nobody is going to take Ava.”

“She’s all I have left of her.”

“Nobody is going to take her away from you. Tommy,” He shuffles them slightly, guides them down the hallway and over to the couch. Pulls Tommy down, in close to his chest.

“It’s okay to feel like that. If Maddie and Chim-” he cuts himself off with a harsh swallow. “I think it’s a fairly normal response given the situation, but sweetheart,” he cradles Tommy’s face gently, rubs his thumb along Tommys cheekbone, trying to smooth away the fear embedded there. “If you don’t talk about, it’ll only ever get worse. You have to talk to us, trust that we aren’t going anywhere.”

“Okay.”

They sit there for a while as Tommy calms down. He feels exhausted from the sudden outpouring of emotion. His eyes feel heavy, just as he feel himself drifting off the monitor on the coffee table starts emitting high cries.

He sighs.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, you go, I’ll be right here when you get back.”

Tommy looks at him, so open and earnest. He offers a watery smile and starts to push himself off the couch. Evan catches him just before he stands, squeezes the hand balancing on his thigh.

“Thank you for telling me.”

Tommy nods, his throat still feels locked up.

Evan presses a quick kiss to his cheek and watches as he leaves the room.

He sits back on the couch and lets out a long breath. He wasn’t glad Tommy was upset, of course not, but he had chosen to let his guard down. He had chosen to stay.

Buck picks up the monitor and holds it close to his chest, listening to the gentle soothing. Tommy telling her that she is okay, she’s safe.

Maybe this time it will work.

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[dalish-rogue]

Demon of Vyrantium 🗡️

[souenkun]

Larry's random conversarion lines 🍙

Pokémon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Random conversation 1:

Ever since I met a certain individual, I now find myself gazing up at the sky every once in a while. There's scenery you'll never even notice if you stick to flat, well-trodden paths. Just something I've observed. I don't dislike the vast, clear sky... But I don't think I can reach it. It's nice to know that there's something like that out there, though.

Random conversation 2:

Pasio seems to have many good restaurants. Ah, I'm not asking for specific recommendations, though... I actually enjoy walking around and looking for a place I might like. That's part of the experience. I seek the exceptional only when it comes to food. Pasio has a variety of cuisines to choose from, so it's hard to stick to just one.

Random conversation 3:

(Player), which do you tend to favor: the exceptional or the average? I was thinking of inviting you to have a meal sometime. Casually figuring out your client's preferences is a special skill that you learn as a salaried employee.

Random conversation 4:

Lunchtime is one of the few things that a salaried employee like me can look forward to at work... We can decide whether to spend that precious time eating something familiar or trying out a new restaurant. It's not just about the meal. The decision-making process leading up to it is also something to look forward to.

Random conversation 5:

People, Pokémon... There's no need to overcomplicate things. Nowadays people only seem to want a shock factor. Something weird, something bizarre. When all's said and done, simplicity is strongest.

Random conversation 6:

You don't necessarily have to follow every instruction from your boss. But I pretend to follow them, at least, so I can avoid hassles later on. That's a technique you can use to get by in the workplace. Keep it in mind.

Random conversation 7:

I'm here in this famous tourist spot, but I can't really spread my wings while my boss has her eye on me. I guess I'll do what I usually do on my lunch break and find a spot to Roost...

[isacksteban]

his tattoo is always on my mind