#should i finish this??

[themiserablechick]

When you heard it you thought it was joke.

“They like to fuck the same girls-“ Your friend said casually

“that can’t be true, what do you mean? Like they pass girls around?”

“No” she shakes her head “my friend told me they like to fuck girls together”

“At the same time?”

She nods

“So should I like not respond?” You look down at the text from Art on your phone inviting you out

“What? No! That means you should totally respond.”

[taplaos]

Warm up sketch

Toesdcool saying hi to their cousins

[velvetismissingtheircerebrum]

Something about the mean girls??

(Little art challenge where I drew me and all my friends Graham Designs, left to right it’s me, @0starmuncher0, @rabbitt-lord, @charmykidd )

((And ofc @glitchedcrisis’s little Graham in the middle))

Jesus the image quality is so bad???

[caslutz]

Six Sentence Sunday

Trent is wearing Ted’s clothes as he usually does when lounging around the flat on winter days such as this. Hanging loosely on his lanky frame is a bright red, oversized Kansas City Chiefs hoodie, and gray sweatpants. On his feet, mismatching blue and purple fuzzy socks, but those are his own, gifted by the kids (and ted) for his birthday. His glasses are clinging to the end of his nose, and for some reason, Ted finds himself staring, finding it hard to remember a time where he’s looked more beautiful.

“Unfortunately, it seems that Beatrice has passed on her cold to Henry,” Trent says, as he walks into the room, joining Ted and their son. He takes a sip of the mug of tea in his hands, before setting it on the coffee table and crossing the room to great his boyfriend with a kiss.

[itskorikash]

Trikey fic I've had in the making and CANT FINISH HELP WHY DOES WRITERS BLOCK EXIST:

"Do I…do I fucking what?"

Michael was currently pinned down on his own fucking couch, atop him being none other than the psychotic cannibal himself.

What was an evening hangout session turned into angry reminiscing, specifically North Yankton. But, Trevor didn't mean to take it there. He never does, does he? All he ever wants are honest answers. It's what he deserves after all.

But these answers weren't about if Brad was actually in prison, or if Michael had been working with the feds. Trevor already knew the answers to all of those. This was something deeper.

Much deeper.

"You heard me, Townley. I don't want to repeat myself." Trevor spat in his face. Michael looked at him dumbfounded. He seized his struggles to get free, simply staring Trevor straight in his eyes. Those red, crack induced bug eyes.

What was it that Trevor was so adamant about hearing from his ol' best friend?

Trevor sighed, chuckling to himself. "Seems you're gonna make me anyway, fuckface. Do you love me, Michael?" And that answers it.

Michael slightly smiled. He meant it in a friendly way, of course. Trevor knows he has a wife so that immediately scratches out that other option…then again, having a significant other never stopped Trevor from anything.

Michael sighed, "Of course I love you, buddy. Is all this really necessary?" Michael began to raise his hand to put on Trevor's arm, but was immediately restricted again. Trevor glared daggers. "Here you go, not taking SHIT about this seriously. I want the real answer, De Santa. The truth, not the cover up."

Michael's smile vanished. An unsettling realization hit him that Trevor did mean what he hoped not. Michael nervously laughed. "Trev..you know I'm married."

Trevor snarled, "Oh that's fucking rich..coming from the fat fuck that lives in strip clubs, getting his fuckin tits hard over anyone but the one he married!!" Michael gulped. "That's not the fucking point, T. The point is-"

"That you're a fucking liar, Michael. Always was one, and always will be. So the last thing I will EVER believe is that you truly love Amanda."

Michael glared. Of course it would come down to this. Him reconsidering his own love for his wife. To be fair..he wasn't in love with Amanda anymore. He had a love for her..that went as for as any toxic relationship could.

Were they happy with each other? Hell no. She slept around every week, and Michael resided in strip clubs as Trevor said, so who would believe the two if they said they loved each other?

However..Trevor being the one to make him ponder this, he always feared. What about Trevor made him so..on edge around him all the time? Or..what about himself?

Did he love Trevor? The answer was too clear. Through the putrid stench of the man, and loud, belligerent exterior, he knew there was a heart under it. One broken. One begging for love.

For Michael's love. But would he really accept it if it was given?

"..If I'm a liar, Trevor. Would you really believe me if I told you I loved you?"

Trevor's eyes widened slightly. He took in a breath and held it for a moment. Michael took that as his response. But pushed further.

"Trev…I think I know the real question we need to be asking here.." Trevor looked away, with an indescribable facial expression. Michael attempted once again to raise his hand to Trevor's face. Trevor allowed it, easing into Michael's touch ever so slightly.

"Trevor…do you love me?"

Trevor laughed. Wholeheartedly laughed. "Ah…Michael De Santa, Michael fucking Townley... I've mourned you for a decade. I've tatted your name on my body." Trevor moved Michael's hand again. He put his hand on Michael's throat and squeezed tightly.

"I've relived every moment I spent with you in my mind every single day."

Michael put his hand on Trevor's arm, attempting to get him to not choke him to death. He knew it was all too good to be true. He didn't hurt him that bad, he couldn't have..

Could he?

"Mikey..The gods above and below couldn't dare compare their love for the world to my love for you."

Michael's eyes widened. Was Trevor actually serious? Of course he fucking was. Trevor was a maniac, a manic serial killer, a day and nighttime cannibalistic, mentally ill drug addict.

Even a wrong blink in his direction and you'd find half your arm blown off onto the ground in front of you. Shit, he'd do it for fun. For sport.

But even aside from his psychotic ways..one thing he always cared about was loyalty. And people he loved.

And Michael was one of the many few he still cared about to this day.

If not, the only one.

"T-Trev..."

"Michael..if I could have anticipated the shot that..that 'killed you'...I would have let myself die if that would have told you my love for you."

"Trevor..baby.."

"Don't fucking call me that if you're not gonna do something with it De Santa."

[theredtours]

why yes I AM making boop gifs from screen recording

[greykolla-art]

It’s healthy to step out of our comfort zone’s a little!😜

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[odetoscavengers]

YEAR OF THE SNAKE

[ahsokalegend]

One of my favorite choices the Apothecary Diaries made was making the Emperor a “normal guy” (as far as I know as an anime-only). He’s not evil. He’s not hindering Mao Mao’s journey. He respects the concubines.

If anything his lack of autonomy and presence as the most powerful person in the country further enhances the show’s themes of working within the confines of class and gender inequality.

The previous emperor was a horrible, horrible pervert. Okay, then this emperor only weds women of age… Until he’s forced to take his father’s precious wife due to politics. The current emperor reasonably avoids her.

Eunuchs exist? Bam! now the surgery is outlawed, but this will create a reduction in male labor around the palace.

The emperor clearly favors few women. Well, now he must recognize a concubine with a powerful politician father playing the system.

He supports Mao Mao toeing the line of social expectations for women, but hasn’t removed the law against women preparing medicine. It makes one think, if he wanted to, could he make the change at all? For every two steps forward, he’s forced to take one step back.

In this universe even the Emperor is limited by social pressure and the expectations of his station. His life and that of his children is out of his control, and if that isn’t such a compelling piece of world building I don’t know what is.

If that’s how the author twists the narrative of the Emperor you better believe her female characters dealing with women’s issues in this society are even better written.

[velvetwyrme]

aHhh okay so the discussions of Titan!Megatron on @callsign-relic's blog have fully. FULLY taken over my brain and ive been drawing stuff for it for like the last few days nonstop

the tl;dr of this is AU is pretty much "what if Megatron got turned into a titan/cityformer as a form of penance/imprisonment and now roams the empty wasteland of Cybertron forever" plus "IDW Megatron has really fucked up internals so... what if that, but as a City?"

and of course since he's a Titan, that also means he has a cityspeaker... or three. One per sub-AU thing. Theres 3 options. 3 flavours of AU.

i have so much art to make. but in the meantime, for more info! check out the #titan au tag on Relic's blog :]!! (also uhh potential ns//fw warning for the link shfjbdkd)

Hi. My battery is running out once again so design and art notes get chucked here instead of an image.

The cuffs and collar are hardwired into Megatron, so I made the lights the same colour as his biolights!

I imagine that on the tops of his shoulders there are solar panels, even if you can't see them here lol.

I really wanted to keep the swirly bits on Megatron's chest from IDW

Other art notes:

The second picture with the seekers is (loosely) inspired by a discussion about whether or not Megatron gets visitors or not. I thought about who would visit him and well... I think this is as close as Starscream realistically gets to visiting him.

Extra detail about that piece is that Thundercracker and Skywarp are keeping watch from above! Also drawing Megatron took me like 8 hours because I was struggling with his legs really badly kshffkbfkdsbdk,, the background went much faster, funnily enough.

Optimus specifically isn't wearing his Autobot badge any more.

This isn't relevant in this series of images, but Ultra Magnus's eye markings are only on the Magnus armour. His other two forms do not have them :] (... until he begins to discard the armour, that is.)

Megatron is roughly 3200m/2 miles tall. Technically he could have clouds around his knees, but I thought this looked a little bit cooler lol.

Also, height chart! Him big. I didn't even attempt to put a human for scale because that'd be. near impossible with this scale.

[gaylactic-fire]

The Curse Part 2

[kosmicprlz]

such fleeting moments on the surface

[tizzymcwizzy]

went through my ipad and found a bunch of old mlb wips and sketches from a year ago i never shared

someone remind me to post those when im done with finals

[mcybree]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~