#they blow my mind every time

[swiftie-as-a-coursing-river]

You KNOW it’s a good edit when it changes your whole perspective on the song

[awkwardwithasideofdisappointing]

Restaurant I went to last night had a magician and I get it I get it now magic is also one of the only things that melts my crusty heart.

[nataliescatorccio]

CHAPPELL ROAN Performing at Lollapalooza 2024

[speakofcompersion]

231216 Metamorph Black Rose Fancam

[leafsfromthevine]

zuko & sokka ; the boiling rock (pt. 1)

[klngfili]

more lord of the rings bigatures my beloved cause ive been rewatching the extended edition

[elizabethrobertajones]

Roevember the most beautiful time of the year...

1: Name

....

But also

The world is full of so many wonderful frogs and Frog loves them all.

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #38: Ozai carries Azula to the physicians' wing

This has been done for A WHILE now, but I didn't post it because the past days have been chaotic and not just on a personal level. For one thing, I really wasn't eager to drop this when people were losing their shit massively over the liveaction and its recontextualization of Azula and Ozai's dynamics, I didn't look forward to releasing this just to be told that whatever I've done in my story is somehow wrong, sooooooooo... that held me back, for a few days.

Then? The AI-Tumblr deal started to be talked about and I may or may not have freaked out about that too. Sooo... this is the first glazed and nightshaded piece of my creation, as consequence. The original, clean and proper version is available in my Patreon. Is this me being a dick to Tumblr-only people? Unfortunately, it very much isn't, I'm not trying to say that if you want the best iterations of my art, you should pay me for it... this is squarely, entirely, at staff/the CEO's feet. Obviously, there's the insecure side of me that goes "what makes you think they'd steal YOUR art when there are so many better artists out there!" but ultimately? AI is about taking everything en masse. It isn't a matter of developing a criteria about who makes the better art... it's just taking EVERYTHING and trying to repurpose it in whatever twisted way it needs to. Therefore? I think my choice is more of a matter of caution than anything else. Once AI bullshit dies out (and I really hope it does), we may just return to the same level of quality across all my accounts. For now, it is what it is.

ANYWAY! Point is this artwork is very much what my Patrons happened to vote for this month, a very shocking scene where Ozai reacted in the least foreseen way to Azula being attacked. Azula's confusion/terror comes from a place of not knowing what to do and being powerless to stop her father even if she doesn't feel comfortable with his help... but for once, Ozai isn't making a dreadful choice that will only devastate his daughter. He's actually worried about her health... and feeling genuine guilt over what landed her in the situation where she was in danger in the first place. Yes. I like me my complex Ozai who finally learned actions have consequences. He bores me to death otherwise :') if anyone STILL doesn't know that this whole situation is Gladiator-specific, then I shall clarify fully: this is artwork based on my fic. It's about a story that has been developing these characters for ALMOST ELEVEN YEARS now. It has nothing to do with whatever's going on in canon or in the liveaction, the scene in question was written almost two years ago and the artwork proposed and voted for several days before the liveaction aired. Ergo: there is no connection between this and that. Nor am I saying through this piece that Ozai is a good father. He is not. He can still be an interesting character to work with on a narrative level anyway :')

Alright. With that out of the way, hope you guys like this piece! The big one I haven't posted is ALSO finished, also glazed and nightshaded, but I think I might just end up posting it on the 26th if I don't have time to do anything big for our eleventh anniversary... yep, I'm so busy I don't even have a huge project in mind this time. Also? I have a lot to write and I'm finally happily writing it, and I would like to continue doing that...

Anyway! If you would like to be part of the creative process behind this piece, as well as see it in its proper, OG, less color-bleeding clunky version? A $1 Patreon pledge gives you the chance to join in suggesting prompts, voting for them and reading Gladiator snippets 6 days before a new chapter is released!

[rowanisawriter]

[biblically-accurate-dca]

HEYO!! This is such a fun lil section of the inter-webs :DD !! As a fellow biblically accurate enjoyer, I made a lil gift for you! :3c Enjoy!! :DD

Have a great day/evening! :DD

THANK YOU SO MUCH??? YOUR ART IS SO COOL (´；ω；｀) !! AND YOU DRAW THEM SO WELL???

i hope you have a great day too 😭

[kagoutiss]

some quick ganondorfs from a little while ago

[fkmarrycill]

So pretty! Like a boy crush poster a Bratz doll would have on her wall. 😍

[megabuild]

Legacy and honouring of the dead are some of the more prevalent themes in both of Pix's stories. Not just in the obvious images of the Vigil and the Museum, but in S1!Pix's connection to the bees (symbol of the underworld), S2!Pix's obsession with bringing back what is already long gone, both of their work ethics surrounding these subjects. So it is very interesting to me that both of them consistently do not offer themselves this same honour. S1!Pix vowed to honour and treat death with utmost respect after the end heist, but later abandoned all his royal gear and equipment and intended to die alone with the vultures, before later disappearing and presumably dying without a trace, meaning both times nobody would have been able to pay their respects to him as he did to others. S2!Pix lives on after death much like the empire he's restoring, but does not allow himself to rest even for a few moments to process what he's been through. Both have consistent habits of jumping immediately to atone for trauma they've endured and work endlessly to "make up" for it instead of processing and accepting. Ultimately, this is what lead to S1!Pix's downfall. Time will only tell for S2!Pix. Empires' overall narrative may be clumsy at times but Pix's character arc is regularly one of the more consistent and complex ones available in MCYT and it seriously drives me up the wall!

[mongeese]

Once again thinking about how Faulkner is canonically about my age, probably younger. He's literally like 20. My boy should be at the club!!

[queenofbaws]

Have been bingereading the Almosts lately for the first time (going slow only because the slowly eroding friendships pre anniversary are causing me physical pain, its absolutely amazing), and just discovered your six sentence prompts! Could you do one exploring what would happen if chris could survive the hannah attack-- specifically in a route where he shot ash and then she didnt open the door for him? 👀👀

It was dumb luck, that open window - dumb luck and about a million other pointless choices coalescing, adding up and slotting into just the right place at just the right time to save his miserable skin. Spurred on by adrenaline and terror and the very, very clear understanding that if he slipped even once he could very well end up so much blood spatter in the snow, he moved faster than he'd ever moved in his life, vaulting up the bin and through the still-open pane, tumbling onto the hard-packed floor the way he had earlier, back when Josh had still been his friend (read: back when he had still been alive).

The...the thing (the old guy with the flamethrower had called it something, but he couldn't remember now, not with the image of his body sinking into the snow so fresh in his mind) was too big to follow: Its spindly limbs gnashed and flailed, it screamed like the very voice of hell itself, but each of its swipes missed him, missed him, just barely missed him.

He sat there for a long time even after it left, not quite trusting his own senses, but when the numbness of his terror wore off, when he caught his breath and the burning in his lungs moved into his extremities instead, he carefully got up and tested his shaky legs; out of the storage room and into the lodge he toddled, taking (again) the exact same route an earlier version of him had wandered before, and it wasn't until he stepped into the great room that -

"Dude, holy shit, we thought you fucking died," Mike said, grabbing him by the arms and giving him a once-over, "talk about a lucky break, huh?"

"Yeah, real lucky," said a flat, unimpressed voice from the other side of the room, and Chris, feeling his stomach twist at the memory of yanking at the sliding door onto to find it locked, realized he couldn't meet Ashley's eyes; he realized too, as she breezed past him and Mike to make for the stairs, the basement, the others, that maybe, just maybe, dying out there might've been a kinder fate than having to face her again.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[leonardcohenofficial]

i may destroy you best television soundtrack of all time send post