#queued because i have to work

[joifee]

Despite our differences...

thought it was interesting to portrait them with their opposite fishes

[unriding]

me n moze say good morning to the world !!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

art by @rabbbitseason of course <3

[northstarscowboyhat]

What does clover and their friends do when they hang out and how chaotic are they together

They are causing absolute chaos. Most of their hangouts are actually pretty chill and normal (Clover's not really in a position to be making a scene) but sometimes you gotta let the rebellious and wild teenager inside of you out.

[little-pondhead]

Rick Astley Is Haunting You

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Someone bets Tucker he can’t hack into a hero’s patrol playlist and sneak a Rick Roll in there. He does, easily, and finds that said hero has horrible music taste.

So he sets out to hijack every hero’s music playlist he can find and rate their music tastes on a chart, sometimes adding in his own music or joke songs he thinks they’d like. It only gets back to the heroes when Tucker posts a video with his rankings. Up until then, they thought it was another hero or new villain messing with them. Not a civilian??

(Nightwing’s playlist is sixth on the list, and he’s furious about it.)

[yikes-ajax]

I dont have a clever and witty sarcastic comment tonight, I just think she's cute

[mispelled]

I've been meaning to draw this for over a year

[crescentrivers]

Thinking about the parallels between Paul blowing up the meteor but it not being enough to destroy the hive and Otho being blown up by a detonator and it actually being enough to stop him in that timeline

[sancta-seraphina]

[ANGELTOBER 2024] Day 27 - Golgotha

"They brought him to the place called Golgotha, which means 'the place of the skull'..." (Mark 15:22)

I just think this word is neat. And also very relevant to Lucifer's character in multiple ways, especially in The Harrowing and Holiest.

The Harrowing is a story built on the Gospel of Nicodemus (also known as the Acts of Pilate), in which Satan openly takes the credit for Judas' betrayal and the death of Jesus, aligning with the gospels of Luke and John which suggest that Satan possessed Judas.

And my Lucifer (who also claims the name Satan, or Satanael in particular) already has an interesting relationship with the concept of death, and in Holiest, he's a little bit preoccupied with skulls—no matter which skull he may be looking upon, he often says things like "they look at me with so much disdain," and "how could it be that the gaze of the eyeless dead is so much more damning than the eyes of angels?" (both from Canto VI).

Well, Golgotha, the place where Jesus was crucified, provides the answer to that. It's easy to think every skull is damning you when you unknowingly see every skull as relevant to, or even belonging to, Jesus himself.

Anyways, I just wanted to draw him with one of the things haunting him in the novels.

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[leafdragon16]

DPL DOODLE PAGE!!

It appears I have been sucked back into Legoland which means binging my favorite AUs

Awesome AU and character designs belong to @ask-the-departed-lords / @prime-pulse !

Closeups under the cut

[remyfire]

Much as it pains me to do, I must ask once more for a little bit of help to pay for Peach's medical care for this month.

Peach is my wonderful, beautiful, perfect, sassy, cuddly, loving cat. She's 12 years old, and a few months ago we found out that she is diabetic. I love her so, so much and I will do anything I can to keep her healthy and give her a wonderful life as she enters her senior years, but unfortunately the costs of caring for a diabetic cat are more than I can afford right now.

Thanks to the AI boom, the transcription industry is drying up because if there's one thing these things are good at, it's transcribing audio files. Work has been increasingly difficult to come by—I have yet to receive any for this week—and while I've been fortunate enough to have a handful of job interviews recently, I might not hear back about if I got a position until the end of September. And wouldn't you know it, but my credit card is just a hair away from maxing out.

Here's the current damage, which includes Peach's prescription food ($67), syringes ($19), and a fresh bottle of insulin ($133). Cats can have their diabetes go into remission, and if that happened then we would only need to maintain her diet, but in order to make that a possibility, I need to be meticulous about her care.

I've set up a Kofi goal here ($230 in order to cover PayPal fees) so you can see how much I still need for her cost of care. I know that this is a miserable time to ask for donations and that we are so fatigued on giving already, but I legitimately have no choice. Until I can find work somewhere, I desperately need help.

Reblogs are appreciated. And here's a video of her playing with a shoelace as thanks for taking the time to read this post!!

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Drafted on 3/16, doodle to test paper overlay

[dribs-and-drabbles]

You can't tell me that this

doesn't have the same energy as this

Nor that this

doesn't have the same energy as this

And similarly this

doesn't have the same energy as this

In that, whatever we think we're being shown in a trailer doesn't necessarily mean what we think it means.

Because surely you remember that this from the BBS ep 12 trailer

became this in the show

I don't for one second believe what we're being shown in the Last Twilight ep 12 trailer...apart from the colours, of course...because as we've seen umpteen times before, the colours don't lie.

And both Night and their mom are wearing Mhok's blue here, alongside Day who has a mixture of Mhok's blue, his own green...and Night's brown.

I haven't had time to properly write about the design of this show (oh there have been so many things I've wanted to mention) but I do think Night is colour-coded brown, as shown brilliantly in ep 10's dinner scene, with Day wearing Mhok's blue in front (because he had plans to go and see him) and Night's brown behind...because as has been shown time and again, Night has always had Day's back.

And with Night in a very vibrant blue at the end of ep 11, I firmly trust that he will have both Day and Mhok's back in ep 12, and that whatever the trailer for ep 12 is trying to make us think will happen will turn out to be another one of Aof's cleverly crafted ruses designed to make us lose our minds for a week.

Must I remind you?

NEVER TRUST A THAI TRAILER

AND CERTAINLY NOT AN AOF NOPPHARNACH EPISODE TRAILER.

[reaper-in-reverie]

—seaside.

Rin really was looking forward to it, you know?

Their dream. Soccer. No, Rin couldn't care less about soccer — what he cared about was brother, and being the best next to him. Next to him. By his side. He didn't care about being some best, he cared about his brother.

Fuck that. Seriously fuck that.

OR

synopsis. Rin after Sae came home from Spain, buying his old favorite ice cream, stuck in his thoughts. warnings. swearing, a fair amount of it. angst (i guess?). character study (in-character writing), which essentially is me yapping. tw long tags because those are my footnotes. I know blue lock fans only really care for thirsts and stuff so here's rin angst ig. wc 985.

Footsteps gently thudded on the hard dirt, the sea buzzing in the distance, the occasional splash of the waves against rock, the sun beginning to set.

Rin couldn't bear to stay in his house.

(Correction: holed up in his room.) He couldn't bear the thought of staying around his brother at all. He'd grown accustomed to Sae's absence in the four years he was away — but knowing he was back, near him, in his own home just filled him with a seething rage. He left his room with scattered trophies. Maybe in the heat of the moment he broke a photo.

He just couldn't be there right now.

Rin looked down at his hands. He had twin popsicles in them. He continued to walk until he reached the railing overlooking the sea. He promptly broke them in half. He couldn't stop thinking over the fact that Sae was usually the one to — supposed to be the one to — break them in half. He stared at them with a tired expression.

He couldn't stand being here either. He couldn't stand being anywhere right now.

Rin held the one popsicle in his other hand and stuck the other in his mouth, expression blank except for the twitch of his eyebrows. No, he came out here to not think of his stupid fucking brother right now — he came out here to breathe. He came out here to get out of his room. He came out here to eat popsicles. And watch the sunset.

Rin really was looking forward to it, you know?

Their dream. Soccer. No, Rin couldn't care less about soccer — what he cared about was brother, and being the best next to him. Next to him. By his side. He didn't care about being some best, he cared about his brother.

Fuck that. Seriously fuck that.

Rin had to come to terms Sae Itoshi had lied to him. Thinking back, Sae always did talk about being the best in the world — did they even share a dream in the first place? Did Sae truly just use him as a training partner? And now — now that he was the best, was Rin simply not enough?

Rin didn't want to play soccer any more.

His grip tightened slightly on the other popsicle. Some of it melted, dripping down his hand — that'd make some mess — but Rin didn't bother to clean it up. He'd nearly finished the one he was eating, opting to take it out of his mouth and see if he had won or not. In big, bold letters, were the words 'YOU WIN' on the popsicle stick.

He always did win.

Which meant the other popsicle was the losing one. Rin still took the half-melted ice cream into his mouth, switching it out with the one he already finished eating. He had a solemn expression on his face as he pondered throwing the stick into the ocean. He just kept it in his hand and stared into the horizon.

No, it couldn't be. Why did Sae change so suddenly? Whatever he and his brother went through — all his praises and all the goals they made, the money they spent on twin popsicles, the amount of 'winner' sticks in the bottom of the ocean, sitting together, walking together, him holding onto Sae's sleeve like a stupid annoying kid, their talk just before Sae went to Spain and changed forever — they all had to have meant something. It had to have meant something.

Or maybe Sae was the weak one here. He gave up, after all, didn't he? — he changed his dream. He left Rin behind. He was just pathetic. He just wasn't the same.

Sae never really was the same when he came back.

It was like looking at someone who looked like your brother. But he wasn't. This wasn't his brother, this wasn't the boy who made his dreams, this wasn't his reason to play soccer — this was Sae Itoshi, the man who turned his life upside down, the man who crushed him, the man who shoved the cold, hard truth into his face and took away all the child-like love and respect he ever had to the only human he'd ever considered family.

Rin would never forgive him.

Why the hell did he change so suddenly?

Rin would never forgive him.

No, in fact — Rin would crush him. He wanted to crush him until he was nothing more next to him. Crush him and his cruel dream to be the best midfielder.

He'd prove he was more than some training partner. Sae wanted to be the best midfielder in the world? So that Rin could be the best striker in the world? Fucking go right ahead.

He hated he wanted to prove his brother right.

He hated him.

Rin wanted to play soccer again.

He gritted his teeth, accidentally biting on the popsicle stick too hard — the sudden spike of pain making him take it out of his mouth. He took a deep breath, scanning over the large 'YOU LOSE' in bold letters written on the popsicle stick. He held both the losing and winning sticks in one hand, turning from the railing with a deep breath. And he began to walk back home.

Rin won back his dreams again today.

Some part of him didn't have Sae Itoshi as a brother anymore. Just an adversary. Just some obstacle.

He stared at the popsicle sticks again — 'YOU WIN', and 'YOU LOSE'. He stared at them as he walked along the side of the road. Rin found himself dwelling over the losing words. Trying to feel what his brother might've felt back then. It was one of the rare time he actually got the losing popsicle. And at the same time he didn't really lose — the winning one was just in his hand as well. But he didn't truly win either.

Rin had a feeling he could only truly win or lose if he had someone to win or lose to.

But he didn't. Not anymore.

... And Rin wasn't a sentimental person at all. But for now, he decided to keep the popsicle sticks, safely tucked into his pocket, like the ghost of the past.

For old time's sake, if you will.

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[ilkkawhat]

[akito-shinonome-daily]

🎤 day 143 🎵

➥ today’s akito is from 4koma 57 "specially for me"!!

[kirisclangen]

Larchpaw

She/her, 8 moons, cis molly