#this is 100% a win for me

[bestjeanistmonster]

Dc au- HAPPY TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!!!

[egophiliac]

heeey guess what, I'm obsessed with this idiot flamingo now

[sunlit-mess]

DROP ANOTHER ART W SEBASTIAN AND MY LIFE IS YOUURS

I actually have backlogs of sebastian sketches/doodles in my files...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Game night results (from this poll)

Character selection inspired from extraterezi's post!

[myokk]

first dada class😳✨

[b4kuch1n]

same teacher, different lessons

transcript

[acekindaneat]

so that new episode huh

bonus:

live takenaka reaction

[lostsomewhereinthegarden]

As a track athlete I just watched the Olympic Trials for track and field and….

WTF NOAH LYLES AKA THE FASTEST MAN IN THE WORLD AFTER USAIN BOLT LEFT THE SCENE IS PULLING OUT HOS FUCKING BLUE EYES WHITE DRAGON AND SHOVING IT INTO THE FUCKING CAMERA!!!! YUGIOH WIN!!!! SETO KAIBA WOULD FEEL SOOOOOO MUCH PRIDE LIKE WTF???? HE SHOWED IT TO THE CAMERA BEFORE EVERY 100 METER RACE TOO I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HIM DO IT FOR THE 200 METERS!!

Its not even funny, I started ranting to my dad and the significance of the card and it’s importance to Yugioh, who owns it and what it means by Noah showing it.

[mortellanarts]

fandom sleeping on the most toxic yuri pairing in the entire series simply because they never spoke in canon smh

[meamiiikiii]

wanted to do a proper lineup of everyone with the shades i usually use :]

and also partially so i can also just grab the img from here in a pinch as a ref instead of looking for the file LMAO

regular bw and some extra tests under the cut! (expect below to be sporadically edited if i test more palettes out LOL)

^ literally just a test to lean more grey lol.

[corruptimles]

Relationship goals right there. As you sit there, coughing up the air you accidentally started choking on instead of some of the burger in your hand like a normal disaster of a human instead of a mega tier disaster of a human, your current/future significant other is contemplating wedding stuff while watching you.

they’re equally disastrous in my mind but I’m still thinking about burgers right now

[bless-the-telephone]

Bellamy Blake and Clarke griffin are too normal about each other in a significant amount of content about them and I don't know why. These are not two well adjusted individuals, kind and well intentioned, yes, but they are both ready and willing to kill mass amounts of people just to keep who they care about safe. They will kill and maim if they have to, themselves, each other, nobody is safe and why am I not hearing about it!! Why is there no blood and teeth and rage!! They are Mind and Heart, they can't exist without the other and it's painful! it hurts them! it hurts the people around them!!. I mean in Josephine's Bellarke monologue, both her and Bellamy acknowledge that the relationship between them is weird and exhausting. And he still does everything in his power to bring her back. This was meandering and ranting but I'll end this with the general summary of: Let Bellarke be weird and co-dependent and angry and irrational about each other, it's their natural habitat.

[gobblinhours]

Agent Four's Controversial Halloween Costume

(the outfit has really sharp shoulderpads i know how to draw shoulders okay i know they don't jut out at a 45 degree angle)

@agent-4-art-contests

[finnzcorner]

Sad for no Pealr and Jimmy team up. BUT I do like the Scar and Jimmy team up. Along with most others. Especially Cleo, Pearl, Scott, and Impulse. Let my boy Impulse win please. If not him then Joel. I'd be happy with either.

[tickletails]

repost

[doodles-in-sand]

"No, wait-

Please don't go-

----, please, you can't die-"

"don't leave me"

(this piece has a partner fic :) since tumblr HATES links though the fic is under the cut, and link to the ao3 ver will be in reblogs <3)

Kirisaki Shidou opens his eyes to a field of flowers.

It is calm, peaceful. In his hands is a bouquet of flowers, unlike any in the field. A rose, beautiful and bright red. A hyacinth, bluer than the sky above. Baby’s breath, small and innocent. And a bird of paradise, her favourite. 

A gust of wind, brushing past his head, like a familiar touch caressing his hair. He turns, and standing there, alive and well, is his family. His wife, his sons, exactly as he remembered them. Alive, healthy.

He watches as his sons run in the field like the children they are, and he feels not longing, but joy. He hears them laugh and yell joyfully. It feels familiar, domestic. 

They run past him, energetic as ever, in a childish game of tag. In their hands are flowers from the bouquet he holds. Baby’s breath and hyacinth, flowers that remind him of them, of their innocence, of their smiling faces.

And he looks at his wife, her hair billowing in the breeze. He can hear her laugh as she watches their sons run and play.

She turns to look at him, smiling, and in her hands is a rose like the one he holds. 

And for a moment, he, too, is alive once more. For a moment, he is the man who has lost nothing, who can smile genuinely. 

For a moment, he is not a murderer.

But then he takes a step towards them, and the moment fades. He blinks, and his sons are nowhere to be seen. In their place, where he last saw their smiling faces, last heard their youthful laughs, are patches of flowers, wilting and grey. 

The flowers that were in their hands lay wilted on the ground.

…their flowers in his hands wilt as well, crumbling in his hands.

The feeling that rises in his chest is disturbingly familiar.

He looks up at his wife, her figure now standing alone in the vast field of flowers. She is turned away from him, and she is still. So still he could almost mistake her for a statue, if not for her hair still flowing with the gentle breeze.

And for a moment, he is the man with everything at stake. For a moment, he is the desperate doctor who would do anything to save what's left of his family.

For a moment, he is a selfish gardener, willing to sacrifice it all for the sake of one.

He takes another step towards her.

Her figure blurs at the edges.

…wait, no, dont…

He takes another step. Flowers die at his feet. He does not notice.

She does not move.

Don't leave, please-

He takes another step, and then another, reaching out his hand. Flowers die with each step. He does not Care. He does not care about the flowers. He cares about his family

With each step, the rose in his hand withers. He quickens his pace, reaching his hand out in desperation.

Please, you have to live, you can’t die! 

At some point, she turns, when he is just close enough that his hand brushes against her hair, and she smiles.

Please don't leave me alone-

…And then she’s gone. Her figure dissolves into the breeze as strings of light blue, drifting away along with the petals of her rose.

He looks down at the bouquet in his hands.

Only one flower remains.

And like it, he, too, is alone.

He looks down at the trail of wilting flowers at his feet, and at the wilted remains of his family, and finally, he understands the weight of his actions. Finally, finally, he understands his hypocrisy.

And in that moment, he is a man who has lost everything. In that moment, he is the man who took and took and gained nothing. 

In that moment, he knows that he is a selfish, disgusting murderer.

…

Kirisaki Shidou opens his eyes to the ceiling of a prison.

It is a once-unfamiliar sight that he is beginning to become uncomfortably familiar with.

Sitting up from his bed, he presses his palms into his eyes, choking back a sob, trying and trying to rid his mind of his dream. Trying to rid it of the memories of his murder, and of its memories of what he's lost.

…In the end, he only really succeeds in making his gloves wet.

He stands up, ensuring that his eyes are dry before changing out his gloves for a new pair. He takes a deep breath, before setting himself to work. There's no time for grieving, here. There are people who need medical attention. The prisoners’ injuries were of more importance.

…besides, he doesn’t deserve to grieve. To grieve is to make peace, to come to terms. That would be too good for a murderer like him