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Columbo and the Knight (1984)
put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.
Autism W!
#columbo#knight rider#art#michael knight#kitt#comic#highlight reel#crossover#telebeast#there are two small easter eggs here. can you find them. they were somehow not Entirely lost when i resized these for the public#this is what i mean when i say I Draw And It's Everyone Else's Problem. look at my INCREDIBLY niche crossover comic boy#if the knight rider fandom has like 12 people in it. how many of y'all have seen columbo#this comic is for like 4 people and me and phoenix are already two of them#niche is my specialty lets be real. weird niche obscure shit and ships nobody's paid attention to yet#not to suggest this is ship art. columbo has his wife and michael has his car lmfao#stylizing real people is EXTREMELY hard btw sorry for when they get off model. its partly a 'better imperfect than never finished' situatio#cant tell you how much i redrew some of these panels. weeps#this took me 2 weeks but i think i thumbnailed it all in may and the ideas been rollin around in my head since march#is anybody good at editing. please edit michael and columbo into an image together like its a screenshot. NOT generated. edited.#it would be so cool#ive drawn columbo a lot but i haven't drawn a lot of michaels. i was learning things about his outfit AS I WAS DOING THE DAMN#COLORS ON THIS. all the lines done. it was too late to change anything. i did all the lines and colored page by page#i realized my mistakes on like page 3. 1 and 2 were already done. it was Too Late.#imagine it though. them working a case together. switching between the more serious tone of columbo vs the goofier#action antics of michael and kitt. columbo being so impressed by Modern Technology. there's more i could say but phoenix may write#more of this crossover and i don't want to spoil it :'3#there's opportunity here though i swear. there's gold to be dug.#i like how kitt gets shading but columbo's junker peugeot doesn't. kitt looked wrong without any. columbo's car is matte and dirty#i also applied effects to this to make it look a little film-grainy and VHS like. some CRT TV vibes#the only question left is. did they put knight rider into columbo; or columbo into knight rider 🤔
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The technique for wax casting haven't changed much since those days but it sure isn't that easy to cut something so small even using modern equipment...
A golden ram and a stone lion, found in a tomb at the archaeological site of Gonur Depe (dated from 2400 to 1600 BCE) in Turkmenistan. The finger in the background shows how small these figures are, demonstrating the extraordinary skill of the crafter.
The archaeological site of Gonur Depe, Turkmenistan.
#this shit looks impressive#but it sure looks even more impressive when you know what it takes#jewelry#wax casting#wax carving#ancient
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deranged picnic
#obsessed with how this game manages to maintain a consistent utterly unhinged vibe for its entire runtime.#this scene is immediately followed by him receiving a letter from his girlfriend saying she's breaking up with him.#he gets the letter from an eldritch abomination in the form of his mentor's face on the body of dead dog as it turns into magic dust.#also his gf broke up with him because he wasn't returning any of her messages while he was being tortured in a dungeon for four years.#which is actually how he finds out it's been four years. he's been under the impression that it's been like. 2 weeks lol#the guy on the left is perfectly alive and monologuing the whole time.#and he happens to be the same guy that made clones of himself and went on a crusade to eat chunks of the protagonist's hair.#sighh..... crisis core my beloved........#(derogatory)#my art <3#ffvii#crisis core#oh god i forgot his scar. nobody look. don't look. you don't see shit.
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study for a friend
#my art#laura palmer#twin peaks#twin peaks fire walk with me#<- i think? i don't go here#for the love of god zoom in on this or it looks like shit#this took me almost 15 hours and i did it for dress to impress vip
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Just gotta say I’m absolutely delighted you don’t give ghost chiseled ass abs, that man needs all the strength he can get and the meat on his bones feels much more realistic/healthy than him having vanity esc muscles :)
Manifesting your days are well!! <3
Big. Big man. Mountain to climb :)
Hope your days are well, too! Thank you <3
#ask#anon ask#my art#sketch#simon ghost riley#look at that... making me actually practice anatomy to pin down an answer. Well done friend#I wrote out a long reply to explain why I draw him like this but tbh I’m just an artist#I don’t know anything about bodies and healthy habits so instead I just give u this#he big. he strong. he good to cuddle and hold#ily artists that draw him chiseled. Godspeed. draw those three million muscles that I can’t name or place#it’s honestly so impressive#in my head he just doesn’t give a shit about how his body looks. only how it works#I also just…. love this body type 🥹
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See, it’s all fun and games chillin’ and fuckin’ around with König… Ya’ll are locked in together, you’ve been together for a while now. You have a place together, you’re engaged, soon to be wed. Life is good, you’re good, you’ve never been in a better place.
Until…
You’re pregnant with his baby.
You’re pregnant with the baby of a man who is described to be the size of a literal mountain.
You are literally bursting at the seams, your belly more often or not peaks around corner before you can. Everything you do is a struggle, you can hardly walk a few feet in your last trimester without getting so disgustingly out of breath. You look like you just swallowed a watermelon, two watermelons, actually. You have to be especially careful and mindful of your surroundings, last thing you need to do is bump right into the fridge because you misjudged the distance. By your last month, the final weeks of pregnancy, your skin is so stretched and everything is so sore that you often opt to walk around the house in nothing but an oversized t-shirt (his t-shirt, to be exact) and stretchy shorts that can hardly cover your hips. And the shorts, for the most part, are optional. Always when König is home, of course.
It feels like hell. You loved it at first, scared, but you were happy. Happy to have a baby with the man you loved so dearly. But now? Oh man, now you’re just so tired of being pregnant. You’re ready for the little sucker to come out, you and König both are. Hell, you don’t even know if a natural birth is even good idea, a c-section may as well be less painful. A little more risky, but at this rate? Whatever will get this baby out of you!
On that note, König tries his best to ease your pain and discomfort. He knows he can’t always be there, he’s away more often than not. But he does what he can when he is home. You won’t hardly have to lift a finger, not with you being this far along. He needs both his cub and his sweetheart happy and healthy, the less complications the better, so expect to not have to do much when he’s around.
That’s probably the only good part that comes out of being almost a full nine months pregnant. Aside from the baby itself. Sheesh.
#and it’s either the tiniest baby you’ve ever seen#or the biggest fucking infant ever—like the doctors have nurses coming over from all around the hospital to see the sheer size of this cub#and of course könig is standing there all proud and shit#look what he made! look what the both of you made! ya’ll should be impressed#call of duty#cod x reader#könig#könig x reader#konig#konig x reader#konig mw2#konig mw3#my posts#my writing
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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]
{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]
This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.
She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.
But it'd been almost a week since then.
The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.
That counted for something.
Not much, but something!
..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.
There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.
She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.
So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.
Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.
Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.
Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.
She really didn't like it.
There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.
She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.
She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.
That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.
Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.
But he wasn't.
He was out running her nation, instead.
And what was she doing? Nothing!
She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.
Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.
Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.
..She wasn't ready.
What was she supposed to say?
Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?
She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.
For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.
Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.
Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.
It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.
"Focalors?"
The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.
She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.
"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"
The silence is deafening.
She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!
"Lady Furina?"
Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.
"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.
Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.
Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.
"Why aren't you killing me?"
The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.
She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.
"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."
The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.
He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.
..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?
How unfair.
"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"
She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.
..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.
She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.
For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.
Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.
For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.
Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.
She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.
She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.
She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.
"Again."
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#fic tag#neuvillette#focalors#furina#dont ask what happened here idk#this was. also supposed 2 be neuvi focused and then i.#dont talk 2 me abt focalors i wont ever shut up#got a 300k word essay on hand abt how i feel abt her character/how i interpret her personality and her story#focalors jsut like me fr fr (cries at the slightest inconvenience or the slightest mean comment)#shes so pathetic girlfail im gonna chew on her#what happens when reader gets stuck with two emotionally repressed french bastards?? hell#neuvi is the “emotionless” flavor of emotionally repressed in that hes HORRIBLE at showing emotions at all#ask him to smile and its incredibly unnerving and theres too many teeth but hes trying his best please call him pretty or he will cry :(#furina is the flavor of emotionally repressed where she makes it up by having Too Many emotions#using theatrics and masks to show everyone what they want to see but inside this girl is a MESS#constant anxiety and panic 24/7#will do random shit and look at you and if u dont compliment her she will think u hate her and cry#compliment her and she'll do even stupider shit to try and impress you more#i love my scrunkly little babies they r so stupid and mentally ill someone get these bitches some THERAPY#i want 2 put them under a microscope#watch this be ooc fr furina when more of her lore drops if shes not girlfail im leaving#anyway see u in a week im going on a trip ill get back 2 u in 6-7 business days
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“Your hair’s gotten longer.”
It’s conscious effort that keeps him from tucking the strands behind his ear, from taking the knife at his hip and shearing it all off. He keeps his stance focused, attentive, there’s little else he can do when he’s taken so completely after his mother when it comes to his hair. His father scratches his chin, the clouds of his beard snaking about his finger like mist parting for mountain-peaks. Ares’ chin is still child-smooth. He can feel the tickle of his over-long fringe against his soft jaw. There’s no heart in his chest, but still he feels as though a pulse is lodged in his throat.
Father sighs, put-upon, disappointed, and Ares feels a slight tremor start in his calves from holding himself so tense. “Well done, Ares. Go clean yourself up and get some rest. Phoebus will want to look you over later.”
He should be ecstatic to be praised by his father. Over-the-moon with joy. There should be pride emanating from every pore of his body, the blood on his skin should be sweeter than ambrosia.
Instead, he bows, manages a soft ‘thank you, Father’ around the lump in his throat and immediately flees the room. A mild ‘make sure to trim your hair’ hits the back of his head like a spear through the skull. He almost wishes the great door had slammed on his foot so he would have reason to feel this horrid in his retreat.
Phoebus Apollo is waiting for him in his infirmary.
He’s gilded as ever, gold from crown to heel. Perfect like the statues they carve of him in his temples. He has a smile for Ares when he sees him, a crinkle at the edges of his pretty eyes from the weight of his joy. Ares is waiting to see the crack in the marble, to see if that’s the chip that’ll reveal his fangs.
“Brother,” he greets, and his voice is warm - like the arms that embrace him, his voice is so warm, “Welcome back. I’ve heard you’ve done well.”
There’s a tremble in Ares’ fingers he hadn’t noticed before. Strain from carrying his sword for so many days, a throb from wounds he hadn’t noticed he’d accrued. “Heard? There’s already gossip?”
Phoebus blinks, disarming, demure, coquettish, “But of course,” and Phoebus’ voice is honey to Ares’ gravel, the juxtaposition is grating on his skin, “It’s Olympus. The gossip began long before you set your course.” Those warm hands lead him further into the room, bodily sits him on the chaise, pulls his helmet from his head. It’s all one, unbroken motion, “It’s summer alas, so I could not watch your war myself, but I hear it was quite the decisive victory.”
A thousand thoughts run on horseback through his mind then.
Did Father overhear some terrible slander that pre-emptively disappointed him? Was Ares’ victory merely a rumour, a bet his father hadn’t bothered to take? Was the gossip more enticing than the stark truth? That Ares wasn’t some child toddling about in the shadow of his sister, that his sword and spear weren’t merely for show - he’d think such a thing would warrant celebration. Not -
“Oh my,” Phoebus is in front of him, pleasant warmth more sticky heat with how close he’s pressed himself into Ares’ space. From this angle, Ares can see the multi-coloured flecks of his eyes, like shards of golden glass suspended in ichor. From this angle, with his hand so gently holding his hair, were Ares to blink too hard, he’d swear Phoebus looked just like his mother. “Your hair’s grown long again.”
He pushes Phoebus off with such force that he bangs into the wall. It’s Phoebus, it won’t make even the impression of a scratch on him, but Ares wishes it would. Wishes he’d hit his shoulder or crack his neck or hit his head just hard enough for all that perfect, gilded gold to bleed.
“I’m only here for you to heal me,” the tremble in his hand extends to his shoulder now. He flexes and unflexes his palm. Gods what he would give to just have a sword - “Don’t waste time with the pleasant-work.”
Phoebus huffs, adjusts the fit of his himation, “...Only because we’re meant to be celebrating your victory.” He crosses the room in two great strides, his hair a swirling tempest behind him as he gathers his poultices and wraps. “The only reason I’ll not throw you from the window is because we are meant to be celebrating your victory.”
There’s not enough acid in his tone for this to truly be a fight. Ares’ jaw clenches, he bites out a terse, “How benevolent.”
“Aren’t I?” He’s got nectar and his sutures in hand, that focused look falling upon his face when he switches from overbearing busybody to Paeon of the Gods. “Now strip unfaltering Ares, let us see the measure of damage done to your indomitable flesh.”
(Somewhere between the fifth set of stitches and the gentle frown that crosses Phoebus’ face when he notices the persistent tremble in his fingers, Ares pins his eyes to the far wall and asks, “What does it mean when Father says ‘well done’?”
Any other sibling would mock before they gave a true response. Any other sibling would laugh and dismiss it, would say that praise is praise and any lingering ill feeling is just the worst of the war still fogging his mind. Phoebus does not answer immediately. He doesn’t make a single sound. The question settles like fetid water between them, unignorable, the scent right there on the tip of the tongue yet firmly unacknowledged. Ares closes his eyes and tries again to settle his squirming so he does not interfere with Phoebus’ work. The metallic snip of scissors cutting thread breaks the silence. Phoebus bids him to sit up and slides his warm palms up his back until his fingers tangle gently in the ends of his hair. He twists the dark red strands until he’s gathered it all into a neat handful, holding it loosely as he switches his scissors for his shearing blade. “You should know it was not praise,” Phoebus says softly. The first of Ares cut hairs fall like viscera from his head. Phoebus treats each cutting with the sacredness of a blood-sacrifice. If he focused on the moment of tension right before the blade cuts though, Ares thinks he can imagine the agony of his sister’s sacred birth. “It is acknowledgement. Father thinks you’ve done well so he says ‘well done’.”
Gently, Phoebus releases him. Ruffles his head so all the extra hairs fall like red rain to the floor. Ares runs his fingers through the ends now curling against his ear. “Has he ever told you ‘well done’?”
A laugh, warm and gilded, “No, and it would not make you feel better if he had.”
Ares swallows down a thousand different questions. Phoebus wouldn’t answer them, he’s infuriating like that. Instead, he clenches his teeth, the phantom of Father’s dizzying tangle of grey cloud-hairs persistent in the corner of his eyes. “Cut it shorter.”
Phoebus doesn’t protest. He never seems to say a word when it really matters.)
#ginger writes#“Oh I'll post more about Apollo and Zeus!” posts about Ares and Apollo posts about Ares and Apollo posts about Ares--#Admittedly the triad of Zeus Ares Apollo is very interesting to me and it has a very fun place in my work so like#woe Ares/Apollo sibling relations be upon ye#I think Ares and Apollo are such fascinating foil cases btw - both for exploring masculinity and the complexes of the son#Strong masculine Ares with his dread and bloody war-work vs calm effeminate Apollo with his dread but distant archery#Apollo himself is not effeminate by the by but some of the things he's associated with tend to give that impression#I'm thinking specifically of an Achilles/Paris dichotomy between the two almost tbh#Where Achilles lives gloriously and fights gloriously but is ultimately destined for shame and an inglorious end#while Paris lives according to his feelings and desires yet prevails over both the pious and the powerful#That's the kind of relationship they have at this point#It's also very interesting looking at cases where parents (in this case Zeus) don't necessarily deride or shame a child#but certainly don't uplift them either#The distance between Zeus and Ares will never not be a favoured topic of mine#I love that shit so much actually#zeus#ares#apollo#writing#greek mythology#pursuing daybreak posting
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just saw someone call charles' career 'common successes' the pole to win ratio agenda is too severe because in no way is 26 poles without a championship winning car common at ALL
every time he wins it's after ten thousand trials and tribulations and his wins this year mean so much more to me than if he had a dominant car. i said it last year and i think so doubly now that he impresses me with every race like he is him and i truly think he is the best.
#'similar career stats to lando' eh... eh.........#no one will ever convince me this pole record isnt impressive#and the win record will catch up when he gets the car he deserves🙄#'personally dont think leclerc is very impressive' ok 😭😭 you're wrong 😭😭#either carlos sainz is an absolute shit qualifier (and he's NOT lol) or charles is really great these are the only options#anyway he constantly pulls miracles out of his ass and this take is stupid the monza drive and spa/baku poles were more impressive than#anyth lando did this season 🙄#also just look at how he dogwalks the field in quali whenever its a tight driver-dependent street circuit...#i even think lando did a good job on sunday i just think he's too error prone this year and it cost him too much#people's leclerc agendas get crazy sometimes#'its weird how people venerate him' its called being a tifosi u should try it its like being on drugs#its not OUR problem that we're having fun
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The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power | 2x06 Where is He
"And the only traitor here is you!"
#taking a second to be a little feral about this scene because WHAT A SCENE I was enraptured#not just because Elendil [redacted] [redacted] but this was a HELL of a performance by Lloyd and everyone else#Elendil displaying unflagging defiance conviction confidence and faith here was WILDLY IMPRESSIVE (also as a grey-ace p damn hot)#absolutely BOSS SHIT YEAH THAT'S A KING (I'm trying to not look at his delightful long legs as he strides towards Pharazon)#you can tell here more than in many other scenes that this is one of the guys that's going to stare Sauron in the eye and stand their groun#Elendil#lloyd owen#trop#rop#trop spoilers#the rings of power#earien#pharazon#rings of power#tropgifs#trop gifs#tropedit#lotr trop#lord belzagar#trop 2x06
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i cannot lie neil josten is the realest character in all of fiction solely because he reacted to everything the way i would have
#ominous countdown when i know people are looking for me? ignore#lil bitch abuser talking shit on live television? verbally smack him back#the guy i'm down bad for also being down bad for me? staying impressively oblivious#needing to keep track of someone from my torrid past? stalker binder#og 🥍#aftg#aftg fandom#neil josten#all for the game
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peak shit posting making my favs play my favourite game
#self indulgent as fUCK#they're playing geoguessr#bee is telling her to go mexico on hawaii#elita would either be a god at it or the worst but she refuses to admit it so she punches the screen but that still eludes to her lack of#skill and bumblebee would just be happy to guess he could go greece on iceland and still be like yayy!!#DON'T ask why he looks like that i dont fucking know why he looks unsettling i did this in 3 minutes blame that#elita would so be against playing geo but then you challenge her and then she makes it her mission to beat ass#gonna make them play dress to impress next#shit post#transformers#elita one#elita 1#transformers one#tf one#tf one elita#b 127#bumblebee#tf bumblebee#tf one bumblebee#tf one b127#transformers fanart
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i know everyone is praising ify for how he’s playing this season and i do think he is slaying but some of his moves kinda bother me😭😭😭i didn’t like how he took all the drug juice i feel like brennan obviously had a plan for how that was gonna work with persimmon dead AND everyone would’ve got a cool moment with the drugs but he kinda just took it :/ obviously it worked out and it did lead to that convo w liv and russell but idk i felt like jacob in that moment and i’m not even playing LMAO like i would rather have just seen what brennan was gonna do and got to see how everyone was gonna take it
#also with ify i fucking hate his vin diesel impression LMAO#i know that’s a super unpopular opinion and i’m FINE with that i just think it’s so cringey im SORRY#it’s probably cause i’ve never seen fast and furious and i never will cause that shit looks stupid asf#i love nsbu but i HATE actual action movies so some of his moves that are objectively cool give me the ick#jacob looked so upset too#like he really wanted to do something cool with the drug juice#i know what it’s called but i’m not attempting to spell that shit#and ify was like trust me! then did something stupid#then when he was gm and only took 3 bottles😭😭😭😭#BITCH TAKE 6#“i didnt want to do too much#OKAY WELL YOU DID#he better give one of those bottles to jacob or i stg#honestly if he keeps one for himself that’s kind of so annoying too#idk why i’m hating so much AH it’s not that deep it just irked me#never stop blowing up#d20#dimension 20#brennan lee mulligan#ify nwadiwe#nsbu spoilers
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swk and macaque being mk’s father figures is such a cute headcanon but i like seeing shadowpeach as mk’s dysfunctional uncles instead. uncles who are HORRIBLE influences and cannot get their shit together but still love you a lot and would die for you!!!
#they just don’t have dad vibes to me they’re too irresponsible to be fathers /J#overly trusting nephew who looks up to his uncle + disaster of an uncle who tries his best to impress his nephew#what a dynamic /pos#oh and your uncle’s murderous ex who tried to kill you two but now he’s just There at family gatherings#he’s killing the vibe a bit with his ebony dark'ness dementia raven way getup but it’s OKAY! he is uncle macaca and we love him#dont take this too seriously this is for shits and giggles /lh#lego monkie kid#lmk#lmk sun wukong#lmk swk#lmk macaque#lmk mk#lmk six-eared macaque
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idk maybe it's because I see all art as various fields of craft work, ie skills composed of a series of linear steps that can be taken to produce certain results, but it irks me when people lose their shit over really basic pieces simply because the end result was able to produce a realistic image. like. especially since I've noticed it shows up a Lot more often in reference to categories of art dominated by women.
like, it's great y'all are gaining a respect for quilting and fiber work, but maybe loudly declaring that you either don't see or don't care about the immense display of skill in pieces unless they conform to what's mildly difficult in the one(1) genre of art you have deemed respectable isn't like. cool.
#this tapestry is so realistic! its the best- its a straight weave. You convert your reference image into a spreadsheet#and then just put the colors in their place. You two could do it with like. 10$ of supplies from Walmart and part of a cardboard box#This quilt! is really basic aplique work.#it lost to the granny quilt because the granny quilt made several hundred corners in cut pieces of fabric line up perfectly#like i know its in part because western art has been obsessed with depiction for a good long while#instead of the geometry of arabic art or expression of lines in a lot of east asian art or symbolic conveyance found across#massive swathes of african art#but its also just. 'I dont take art forms associated with women seriously unless it looks like the art of (a list 90% men)'#idk man. expand your horizons and learn more about art forms other than paintings#and also learn this: realism isnt hard#it's the lowest rung on the tree of advanced art. its the easiest to fake. it can be used to hide massive issues with your fundamentals#it just Looks impressive to the lay person who doesn't know jack or shit about the processess involved in making a Thing
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Can't get the "Marcille running her bloody hands through her precious, pristine hair" moment out of my head, so I just HAVE to draw it
#marcille donato#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#art#sketch#shoutout to that one person that clocked that I use a oil paint brush in CSP just by looking at my Hikaru sketch last time#I'm sorry I'm very tired and can't look your name up right now but DAMN#you know your shit and I'm impressed
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