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[raviollies]

Just who are you, Councilor Medarda?

[theriverbeyond]

you see this bitch running around your dream bubble wyd

[tackykachowch]

How it feels to not like timebomb after s2

[piratefalls]

watching the van gogh job and this episode always makes me cry. charlie and dorothy loved each other so much and the fact that despite everything they never found their way back to each other makes me so sad

the fact that he looks at parker and hardison like he sees everything he and dorothy could have been had they lived in a different time just makes it hurt more

[charbroiledchicken]

i fell in love with an emo girl

[kerizaret]

Sketches based on my FAVOURITE project sekai concept EVER by @the-one-that-weeps that when the characters enter their SEKAIs, their bodies adapt to the worlds as well! I also took some inspiration from the notes and my own concepts :DD

Thought it'd fit the Halloween spirit a lot!

[sagaubeloved]

[borgialucrezia]

THE BORGIAS ↴ Illustration: Juan Borgia's corpse is brought in as Rodrigo, Lucrezia and Cesare Borgia watch. Artist: Lodovico Pogliaghi  (1857–1950)

Description: Alexander VI and his children, Lucrezia and Cesare Borgia, looking at the corpse of the Duke of Gandía brought to the Vatican. Woodcut from Francesco Bertolini: Il Rinascimento e le Signorie italiane (Storia generale d'Italia, Vol. 2.), published by Treves, Milano, 1897.

[alaskan-wallflower]

thinking about imperfect boyfriend soda

imperfect boyfriend soda who gave into his impulses way too much for sandy’s liking, and would brush off her concerns with “quit worryin’ so much, baby” or “aw, don’t be such a square, sandy girl”

imperfect boyfriend soda who flirts back with the girls at the dx and seems to be blind to the absolute hurt in sandy’s eyes whenever he does this

imperfect boyfriend soda who would vent to her way too much about things she genuinely didn’t know how to help with—she only had an older sister who moved out years ago, she doesn’t know how to help him.

imperfect boyfriend soda who gets into trouble with the cops, and who worries sandy sick day in and day out because who knew what kind of trouble he’d get into with steve?

imperfect boyfriend soda moves way too fast for her liking—she isn’t sure she wants to marry him in a year. she isn’t ready.

imperfect boyfriend soda who accidentally says the wrong thing at the wrong time— “thank god you ain’t trashy like the rest of the greasy broads”

imperfect boyfriend soda who is impossible to read, and who doesn’t tell sandy when she’s doing something wrong and then explodes about it weeks later

imperfect boyfriend sodapop is so important to me

[antianakin]

Happy fix-it AU where Padme leaves Anakin anyway because she realizes how bad he is for her, and she ends up retiring because she REALLY doesn't want to be a Senator anymore (it was also maybe encouraged by her Queen after her secret marriage to a Jedi was discovered) and she goes back to Naboo to be with her family. She's left behind her responsibilities but she doesn't know what to do now, she's just... adrift, sort-of in limbo and mourning her relationship with Anakin. She has to keep convincing herself not to go back to him because she KNOWS she doesn't want that anymore, she KNOWS she doesn't want to be the person she was with him again, but the thrill of the secret marriage to someone who was so passionate about being with her is also sort-of like a drug.

Her parents both offer to let her come help them in their respective jobs, but she doesn't really have the energy for that right now. She DOES like helping Sola with her nieces because their energy and innocence seems to be a balm for her heart. One day, Sola asks if Padme can take the kids to a local festival in Theed one day while she and her husband go do something else, and Padme agrees. The girls are old enough and Theed is safe enough that they can wander off on their own away from Padme as long as they know not to go TOO far and come back to her after a little while. As she peruses the different artwork on her own, one artist's work stands to her more than anyone else's, it just hits at the core of her and she's not even sure why. She stands in front of a painting of a bird in flight for what seems like hours, though it can't be more than a minute or two, before the artist himself comes over to speak to her.

He addresses her as Senator Amidala, and she quickly tells him that she's not a Senator anymore and she doesn't really want to go by the name Amidala either, she prefers just Padme these days. He agrees, and something about him, maybe his eyes, seems familiar but she can't quite put her finger on it. They talk about his art for a while and everything he says about his inspiration feels like it's speaking directly to her. Eventually, Pooja and Ryoo come up to her and start pulling at her hands, demanding that she come see something with them. Before she leaves, she finally realizes she didn't even know his name and asks him.

It's Palo. The first boy she'd ever loved. The last time she'd seen him she'd been twelve in the Legislative Youth Program. She knew he'd left politics to become an artist instead, but she'd never actually seen any of his art before or ever tried to get back in contact with him. Now she wishes she had. Pooja and Ryoo are still pulling her away so she doesn't have time to really get over her shock at this revelation before she has to leave him behind and someone else comes up to ask him a question in her place.

He shows up at her parents' door the next day with the painting of the bird she'd so adored, and offers it to her as a gift. He refuses to accept any payment for it no matter how much she insists, but asks if she'd be willing to take a walk with him instead. She agrees. They end up spending the whole day together, just talking. For the first time, Padme doesn't feel like she's drowning in her own feelings or floating with no direction. She feels a lot like she's finally come home.

[chirpsythismorning]

El being *12 hours earlier* than the Cali timeline when she arrives at Nina. Will saying ‘it’s been 9 hrs’ in the scene following his monologue in the van.

We know that at some point their timelines merged when they arrived to save her…

But we don’t know when exactly those alignments took place when they were still apart… which just makes you wonder…

[myokk]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET VIOLETTE🥹💓💓💓💓💓

Syao you are SUCH an amazing addition to this fandom and I always love seeing your art and talking with you!!🫂🫂 LOVE YOU !!!!!

I was going to draw her with Eloise but I don’t have the time, so I’ll link to one of the drawings I did of these two before🫶 (I always love borrowing and drawing Violette🥰)

@syaolaurant 💘

[wheretheresawyll]

Wyll: A deal's a deal. But I didn't know I'd have to watch my own father die. Mizora: And here I'd thought you'd be grateful for the final good-bye. [x] Head Study of Young Man (Venetian School, 18th century) || Pallas and the Centaur (Botticelli, 1482)

[elksun]

atticus, who keeps everything tallulah has ever given to/left with him

[strryhaze]

bobby & david kennedy

“There was some level on which David tapped his father’s sensitivity. You would find him walking with David or with his arm around David. David just seemed to need it.”

— chuck mcdermott.

“If his father’s death hit David harder than the others, it was because there had been a special bond between them—both were the runts of the litter, sandwiched into the middle of a large family. He was the only one in the family who hadn’t been enthusiastic about the run for the presidency. For weeks after his father’s announcement, David had been plagued by recurring nightmares about Bobby’s death. Distraught over episodes that seemed premonitory, and missing the special attention his father had given him, David had gotten in trouble for throwing rocks at cars passing by Hickory Hill. The day of the California primary, he had joined his father in Los Angeles. The two of them had been swimming and he had felt himself being carried out by the undertow when his father grabbed him, scraping his own head on the ocean floor as he reached for David’s slippery arm. With a teenager’s melodrama, David had decided that he owed his father a life and would look for an opportunity to pay him back in the years ahead. That night as he sat in front of the television set in his room in the Ambassador Hotel and watched [his father] bleeding on the floor downstairs, one of the thoughts he had was that the debt would be forever undischarged.”

“As the worst year of their young lives came to a close, they decided to surprise their mother at Christmas with a book comprised of letters about their father. David’s said: ‘Daddy was very funny in church because he would embarrass all of us by singing very loud. Daddy did not have a very good voice. There will be no more football with Daddy, no more swimming with him, no more riding and no more camping with him. But he was the best father there ever was and I would rather have him for a father for the length of time I did than any other father for a million years.”

— the kennedy’s, peter collier & david horowitz.

“David looked at himself in those pictures like they were a strange sort of mirror. He looked at them half a dozen times at least, mesmerized by them, and he kept asking me questions. There was a tremendous desire to know his father, to really know him.”

— john seigenthaler.

“David and Bobby were so close. They were inseparable. David was small, a runt like Bobby had been.” Ethel then explained to Noelle (her secretary) that David had always been a very sensitive youngster, very introverted, "not like the other boys. He and I would go and pick flowers while his brothers were killing each other with their crazy games", Ethel recalled with a smile.

— ethel kennedy.

“I think about death a lot. Time hasn’t erased the death of my father from my mind. My family thinks I’m no good and that I’ll never beat my problem. They’ve written me off. I’m trying to get it together, but it’s so difficult. I’m having a terrible time at it. And the thing I want most in the world is the approval of my family, but they want nothing to do with me. All I want is to be with my father.”

— david kennedy, april 1984.

“Like his family, his friends had all wondered at one time or another if he would kill himself; but when it finally came his death was nonetheless shocking. ‘I keep asking myself why. Why David? Why now? All I can come up with is that maybe his father was looking down from heaven and saw all the hell these people were putting him through and said, ‘Come on, You’ve suffered enough. It’s time you were up here with me.’”

— nancy narleski.

Years after David Kennedy’s death, his cousin, Patrick Kennedy recalled a haunting and heartbreaking recollection he had with his father, Teddy, sitting beside his cousin’s casket: “My father remembered Bobby telling him that, as a father, he needed to spend more time with David. He also recounted a story Uncle Bobby had told him just before his own death. On the day before the California primary, the Robert Kennedys had gone swimming in Malibu, to relax together. David had been knocked over by a wave and got caught in the undertow, and his father had come to his rescue. When Uncle Bobby told my father this story, he talked about ‘the undertow’ in broader terms, how there was an undertow in life and David, who was only then thirteen, already seemed vulnerable to it. And then, just hours later, Uncle Bobby was murdered as David watched the TV coverage in their hotel room upstairs. It was unbelievably poignant to hear my father tell this story. David was in the casket next to us. And I wasn’t that much older than David when his father worried whether he could survive the undertow.”

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

I keep forgetting to post this, but a while ago I got some truly gorgeous sculpts by Bulkamancer for a fun (and educational!) painting time. The level of detail on these is mindblowing.

Aylin's got some progress on her, though there's still soooo much work to be done (and I am genuinely looking forward to not having her wings occupy half my desk):

The first bit I test-painted was back in May - here's me marvelling at the shiny scale mail:

Isobel is... still waiting to be primed. Sorry.