#paying too much attention to detail

[astationwagononmars]

Logan breaks into the second floor of the observatory with nothing but a screwdriver.

Either this boy is a prodigy at crime, or Oz really, really needs to get better security.

[mayuko-watson]

Started off as a sketch, and then I got a little too render happy with it.

[mari-lair]

did you give up on the sif is out ask blog?

I did, I'm sorry anon :(

I tried to do it cause I wanted to feel more like a part of the fandom (so many aus have asks blogs and everyone here is so friendly) but it just stressed me.

[arinmoss]

-The End-

[chippedshake]

I wish I had the number to my younger self

Somehow, it's not until Ponyboy blows out the twenty candles on his cake that Darry processes Ponyboy's now the age he was when he had to take his brothers in. And he's still a kid.

Ponyboy may know what he's majoring in, but he has no idea what to do with his life, and Darry's a bit terrified to think of what would happen if he were left alone in a kitchen with instructions to make himself lunch, much less run a home and take care of two boys.

He was just a kid.

I'd pick up the phone and say, "You're only twenty and you've lost more than most people do

It took him a while to realise that most people at his job didn't want anything else. They didn't want an intellectual job, they didn't want to go to college, they didn't want to get out of Tulsa. They did the job because they liked it and Darry was never any more jealous than the day he realised that.

These people were happy doing the job because they managed to find other things that brought them joy, other things to make life colourful. Meanwhile Darry couldn't do anything but pull muscles and stare at brochures longingly as the layer of dust on them grew thicker and thicker.

You don't know it now, but there's still more to lose

He wasn't ready to lose two more people not eight months later.

He wasn't ready.

But life didn't give a fuck, apparently. Whether he was ready or not, two of his closest friends were gone in one night, one of them with a stuttered sentence from Ponyboy and the other with cracking gunshots as Darry pleaded with Death itself.

'Cause friends move away, and people don't get older

Sometimes Darry looked around and realised that no one really understood. No one really wanted to either. Everyone left the first chance they got and never looked back unless it was to spit in his face.

Paul never spoke to him after graduation until the rumble, and hadn't talked to him since. Cormac tried to stay in contact but didn't last two letters. Janine told him she would call him every day.

She didn't call once.

He wasn’t close to the gang, not like his brothers were. The closest one to him in age was Two-Bit, and mentally that closeness was irrelevant.

There was no one, not really, because his mom would've understood, and Dally could've taught him to get over it, and Johnny could've listened, and maybe, if he got to grow up, he could've understood.

But he didn't and none of them were there and Darry was stiflingly alone.

Your heart's gonna break over and over

Dally's burnt jacket, hung over a chair in the dining room. The necklace their mom always wore that now went under Soda's shirt. Ponyboy wearing Johnny's jacket whenever he visited. The school photo of his football team that he couldn't seem to force himself to throw away or take off the wall. The tie their father wore to meetings that Darry still wore to anything formal.

Two-Bit's new switchblade and that couch his mom thought was hideous and Steve's ring he got from Dally, and Evie's drawings, the same style as the ones she'd made for the funerals. Cherry Valance, who only talked to them because Bob died, and Marcia Sternberg, who took so long to talk to Two-Bit because she assumed he'd been too busy with everything that happened to call her.

There was a reminder in every corner of every room, chipping away at his heart. Inescapable and endless.

You're not to blame, so don't blame yourself

If he'd never hit him, Ponyboy wouldn't have run away, wouldn't have woken up Johnny, wouldn't have gone to the park, wouldn't have almost drowned (wouldn't wake up screaming five years later), wouldn't have killed Bob, wouldn't have run away again (wouldn't have chosen Dally over Darry) , wouldn't have been there for the fire, wouldn't have lost his best friend.

None of it would've happened if Darry hadn't snapped.

Maybe that’s why Dally asked for him when he called from that payphone. Why he asked for Darry. To remind him that it was all his fault.

I wish you knew the feeling wasn't permanent

The sleepless nights, the constant feeling of being behind, always having something to do. Not a second of rest. Whenever something was done, something else was waiting right behind it.

No end in sight.

Just work. And more work. And more work. Until he broke.

Watching people leave him behind as they made something of their life.

He wishes he'd known there was an end, that it wasn't always going to be like that. It would get better if he only asked for help.

I wish you knew your brother would come back again

It would've saved him so many hours if he'd just known Ponyboy would stop hating him and think he hated him back. That Soda would stop bottling up whatever it was he was bottling up and would finally break down in front of Darry, letting himself feel again. That Two-Bit would quit drinking once and for all almost a year after he started with Darry and Sodapop's help. That Steve would come up to him the day after Ponyboy graduated and told him he'd never admired someone like he admired Darry.

That he would still fight with Ponyboy sometimes and Soda would still say he was fine when he wasn't and Two-Bit would get up to go to the fridge compulsively and Steve would threaten him if he ever said anything to anyone about it. But it would get better.

His brothers would heal, eventually, and come back to who they used to be.

And time does heal, but don't heal everything

It strange, how everything changes so quickly, and yet remnants of the past are hidden at every corner.

Dad hasn't been around for six years, and yet Darry still turns around impulsively to ask which shirt to wear to work. He still curls up on himself and pretends his mom's arms are around him, telling him it'll all be okay when he feels useless and knows he's messing everything up.

When Dally had been gone for a year, Darry still saw him everywhere, in every hood and every little kid that wandered past. But once, when he saw Curly Shepard mugging a thirteen-year-old, he blinked and for a second Dallas Winston stood in front of him in all his long-lost glory.

He tried to save him — stop him from meeting his inevitable end. The end the Brumly boys would meet. The end Tim Shepard would likely meet, no matter how much Darry liked him. The end Dally met, despite everyone around him.

But Curly didn't want to be saved, and there's no saving someone who doesn't want to be helped.

If you knew it now who you were gonna be, you might care less about what they think

When he graduated from high school, all of his shirts were flannel. They weren't Madras, of course not, but he'd worn them so it would seem like they were.

When he went off to work each morning, he used to practice looking serious so his coworkers might think he was a bit older and buy the lie that was the ring on his finger. It wasn't a real wedding ring, just one he found in his mother's old jewelery box that he wore so it would seem like he had a normal family.

But now, as Ponyboy blows out his candles and Darry's brothers all cheer like they're still kids (because they are), he can't bring himself to care whether everyone he's ever known is together, talking shit about him.

Because Ponyboy's laughing and Two-Bit's glowing as Marcia wraps an arm around his waist and Steve's clapping a hand on Ponyboy's shoulder and congratulating him and Soda and Evie are stepping away to do some sort of stupid dance to the music that's playing on the radio and Curly Shepard may be a hood but he's also dipping his cake in Pepsi and Two-Bit and Marcia and Steve are joining Soda and Evie and Tim's smiling and Darry is overwhelmingly happy, surrounded by the people that actually matter.

Stop trying to impress the people who leave

His friends hadn't cared; they went off to college anyway and left Darry behind, drowning in his fake flannel.

His coworkers hadn't cared; they went out for drinks without him while Darry spent ten minutes in his truck before heading inside the house, trying to rip the stupid ring off because his mom's hands were so much smaller than his.

But he'd grown apart from his brothers in trying to impress other people. He'd missed out on petty arguments and moments of calm coexistence because he was hiding out so they wouldn't see him for the con man he was.

And they noticed. They noticed and they cared.

It scares you to death, but don't take it hard

Once, Darry was late to work because he'd frozen in the kitchen, staring at their calendar. It was his birthday in two weeks. He hadn't even noticed. He'd be twenty-one in two weeks and he hadn't done a thing since he'd turned twenty.

He wasn't a dollar closer to going to college or getting a job he could enjoy, and even if he could, he still didn't have any idea what he would study or work as. At this point, if he ever did get to go to college, he'd still be completely alone because everyone would be decades younger than him.

Time was running away from, slipping through his fingers, pooling on the ground before he even noticed he'd been holding it. Everyone else was getting somewhere, getting where they wanted to be. Just last week Soda'd gotten a raise at the DX, and Steve was looking into becoming an actual mechanic. Two-Bit was concentrating on crawling out of his addiction, and Ponyboy was more than making up for the time he'd missed at the beginning of the year.

And Darry was in the same place he was last year.

Now he's twenty four, and if his twenty-one-year-old self could see him, he'd probably run away screaming. Still no plans for getting to college, still at a dead-end job here.

But he has friends at his job, and he doesn't quite hate it. His brothers are home, not all living with him, but in the neighbourhood, and Ponyboy's just a phonecall away. Even Tim is just a couple blocks away, and he's always up for a walk to complain about little siblings and the shit they get up to.

Yeah, he hasn't done what he wanted to do when he was eighteen. But who has?

You're gonna ask: Why?

He was cleaning his room one night when he couldn't sleep and found an old picture of himself under his mattress, maybe fallen, maybe placed. It was from his graduation, an eighteen-year-old Darry smiling between his two parents, holding his diploma proudly. Hope in his eyes, dreams as big as he could imagine.

It was a couple weeks later that they did the math for the college he wanted to go to and realised he wouldn't be able to go. His parents told him to get a job, start saving up, and get in a couple years late. He could still do it.

Until they weren't there anymore and his savings had to go to headstones and funerals and bills.

No one told him what to do with the dreams that were floating away like a balloon someone let go of. No one told him how to ground himself and start taking care of his brothers. No one told him how to plan meals and do laundry and budget and do the hours he needed at work while not fading away from his brother's lives.

Why wasn't there anyone there? Why did he need to learn all of it alone?

You're gonna want answers

The next day he sunk to his knees, pathetic, crying on top of decaying organic matter, pleading to grey lumps of stone.

It was the first time he had been there since the funeral, too afraid of breaking down in front of his brothers. He couldn't cry in front of them anymore, and knew he'd break that promise if he went there with them.

With his hands on the ground, touching the same dirt his parents were buried under, Darry asked them why it had to be him. Why Uncle Louie couldn't take care of them, why he had to figure everything out on his own, why it all fell onto his shoulders.

Hate to be the one to tell you this

But you'll be alright, kid."

[sheepalmighty]

A silly Korsica comic + Mimosa thing. I have no idea how Korsica's implants work

Was interested in figuring out what sort of interaction there'd be between Korsica and Macaron - I guess they're colleagues through and through but I can't say I thought about it too hard (there were some fun panels to draw here so I went with it). I'm very sure the whole cute angle was done before but I wanted an excuse to get familiar with drawing almost the rest of the crew, and it's fun.

[anbaisai]

Devious little mayu what is she up to,,

This is kind of a redraw of my first fanart of these two lol

(Been feeling a lil artblocked again so I’ve been drawing ppls oc with some tsooms 🏃‍➡️, hshsh also to answer your question back then i do try to draw people’s oc with what i know/ or think is their signature color 😭)

ITS THEMMMM ❗❗ ❤❤❤

Tato you really just be going around in people's inboxes and dropping the most lovely gifts 😭 they look so soft and cute and the watercolour-y way you colour your doodles is always so pleasant to look at...

Ahfdshjkd I love how Mayu's so ✨joyous✨(😈) while squimshing the Jamil tsum, while he's tearing up and angy and struggling- do NOT resist the affection you little squishy plushie you WILL be loved 💢

[tizeline]

I noticed that you draw Donnie’s fingers really small when they’re in the glove prosthetic. What would it look like if he built them to scale with his canon hands? Or would that be too yaoi adjacent

Yeah um haha I'm just too 💫lazy💫 to draw his hands more accurate, just pretend both his hands and his prostethics are to scale with canon 😬✌

[happyendingsong]

STARDOM ☆ 7.28.24 ☆ SAPPORO WORLD RENDEZVOUS mayu acts as wingman to help hanan pin tam

[brain-rot-central]

I like to think of Astarion having a lisp when he first became a vampire due to not knowing how to speak around his fangs. After 200 years it's better, but I like to imagine that it slips out on occasion when he says certain things or gets excited.

[joleneghoul]

small details i noticed from the bug scene under the cut. aka more insight to Ted's personality. spoilers ig.

the Bug when it goes into walking mode the screens read out "Beast Mode"

the Buttons/switches in The Bug are mislabeled but in the way they are code for silly things.

the switch labeled "BLAST" turns on the music (Kickstart my Heart- which if you know Ted from comics you'd know he has a heart condition).

the switch labeled "STEALTH" activates that "bug fart" which also on the screen reads "cloaking systems Houdini" which i find the escape artist reference cute considering one is one of Ted's friends.

other fun things: The Bug's way of walking and legs are designed to mimic actual scarab beetles which i found so cute, and there's even the fact that she flies out of the water included! loved that.

Also the fact the bug seemingly has some future/advanced tech incorporated and mixed up within it's very retro analog designs and screens. found that interesting. It really gave the feel that this is the og bug he had had since day one and instead of completely redesigning her he kept adding on as time went on.

[astationwagononmars]

Lego Dreamzzz: Dream Chasers and the Riddle-Spokens book obtained & read.

Favorite bits (+ spoilers) under the cut:

Logan's memory is terrible and he's proud of it.

Cooper dropped his voice to a whisper. "Do you even remember what happened at lunch?" "I don't remember anything longer than I have to," Logan proclaimed proudly. (Page 38)

It is confirmed that Sneak is supposed to resemble a cat! He is described as a "cat-shaped grimspawn with one bulbous eye" on page 75, and a "cat-like grimspawn [with] a devious mind and a lie waiting on his tongue at all times" in the glossary.

Mateo and Cooper bonding over their fear of failure was a delight, plus Cooper mentioning "parents" instead of just "mom."

Cooper looked a little stiff. "Uh, um… I don't know about that. My parents get pretty upset if I don't get things right the first time." (Page 47) [Cooper] rubbed the back of his head as he stopped in front of them. "Yeah. My parents wouldn't like to hear about me leaving class early, but I told the teacher I was friends with one of the artists." (Page 183-184)

The Night Hunter while Izzie & Mateo are arguing.

The Night Hunter blinked. "Um- excuse me, I'm trying to threaten you over here." (Page 82)

Across the square, the Night Hunter was clearly annoyed that he wasn't being paid attention to. (Page 84)

The Night Hunter has claws!

He clenched his claws menacingly. (Page 151)

It the show Bunchu is from is an anime called Bunchu Bunny Kung Fu Rabbit.

Logan responding to positive reinforcement.

"Logan! That was so smart!" Cooper ran over and clapped his shoulder. "Well, you know. Sometimes I can focus, too." Logan shrugged, smiling hesitantly at first, like he was genuinely touched by the compliment. But then he cleared his throat and turned a wink and a grin on Zoey. "What'd you think, Zoey? Pretty good, right?" She was annoyed about a lot of things. But she had to give it to him- it was smart. So she sighed, striding past him, and nodded. "Sure, Logan. Nice job." He perked up even more and and followed her across the room.

Logan attempting to be nice, being surprised when it works.

"Well, I think the judges are obviously really dumb," Logan said, way too loud, and everyone looked their way. "Z-Blob is super awesome in your drawing! Even I can't laugh at him. He should've at least won first place. The art teacher must have something in both of his eyes." Z-Blob stuck his [head out of Mateo's] backpack and gurgled, as if thanking him for the compliment. For some reason, that was all it took to break Mateo's tension, and he started to laugh. Logan looked surprised before he started grinning."

Final Thoughts:

As far as writing-quality goes, this book is about what you'd expect. It won't blow you away, but it's still good. Other than a handful of typos, I couldn't find any problems with it. Absolutely adored the characters' personalities in this story, and their subtler actions really made it for me!

[kaurwreck]

I'm not really compelled over fyodor lying about there being another war. I believe he lied, and that he contrived those details. But Stormbringer and 55 Minutes make evident that after the Great War, there were lingering resentments and fractionalized treaties and nuclear-esque weapons research. The threat of another war hangs over them like green storm clouds, it's why the tripartite framework even exists.

Fyodor might have lied about the specific image of a war that he painted, but Fukuchi believed him because of the truth that it could happen again, and that it could be much worse than the one before.

[pomieszanesny]

Honestly I kinda don't get why we distinguish f!Cell/q!Cellbit and not q!Cell/q!Cellbit since we already have the different nicknames to know which is which

So I think that a good change would be to switch to q!Cell when we're talking about the Cell that is canon to QSMP and f!Cell when talking about Cell that is only canon to Fuga Impossivel since there are quite signficant deifferences between them like:

q!Cell: ate Pac's leg, met Bad before Alcatraz and escaped the island (since now he's on Quesadilla Island)

f!Cell: didn't eat Pac's leg (I'm pretty sure that detail was added later on to the canon but during QSMP so according to Fuga Impossivel it never happened), never met Bad (I don't know 100% because I didn't watch it ngl) and he technically might have as well died on that island

And these are basically key points in q!Cellbits backstory

Also pls correct me if i'm wrong about something i haven't actually watched it

[slechterick]

sorry for the ass quality but um. this is episode 17? hellooooo?

[sysig]

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