#this warrants tagging

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

Do you think some people are just following you for your freaky horses that eat guns and can get hit by a car without getting hurt? Do you think people are just waiting for the day Az is shot at with an RPG rocket and they just open their mouth and eat the rocket coming at them and go, "THATS-A SPICY MEATBALLA"? I worry that as artists, we are thrown into roles we really don't to live in but are the only place we thrive. You know? Something deep like that.

No but you should obligate me to drawing more Az by liking and sharing pictures I've done of him to all of your friends and commissioning me to draw him on fridays or making your own doodles of him hanging out with your ocs id hate that sooo much and would feel sooo obligated to draw him more often and it'd suck so muuchh

"Hay is for me!" -Az

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[pulim-v]

Okay guys I have a new recommendation for a Cozy Game, I hope y'all like it!

Heavy on resource management

Not a lot of quick button inputs (unless you're really minmaxing)

Consists mainly of doing a simple job in a really repetitive way - perfect if you're just a little bit autistic!

Features a cast of colorful animals so you can pick your favorite!

If it's too difficult, you can really choose your own level of challenge!

Did that sound just up your alley? Then Five Nights at Fre-

[daily-grian]

into the grianverse

[staracket]

[vulturevanity]

A Father's Purpose

Someone asks Martin if he actually cares about his daughters. He laughs at the joke he thinks they made.

Alternative version and thoughts under the Read More (please read the content warnings in the tags before clicking through!)

Epithet: ☆Dumb☆

Martin Blyndeff is a carefree man.

Despite his uncomplicated character, I have plenty of thoughts on Worst Dad and his impact on his daughters -- particularly Lorelai, but she isn't the focus on this piece and I'll talk about her another day.

I think what gets me about Martin and Molly is how efficient he is at shutting her down. Whether or not he's aware of what he's doing (it doesn't matter), it's really telling how smoothly he's able to do it. In the Museum Arc, he unloads another night shift onto her, rapid-fires excuses for why she has to take the night shift, takes credit for the school worksheet which she filled out, then changes subjects so she'll drop it. And he does it often enough that Lorelai has caught on to it, to the point that the first thing she does in the book is use his name to shut Molly down too. No matter what, if it's up to Martin, then Molly will have to shut up and deal.

I wonder how much of this DARVO-adjacent behaviour is a result of losing Calliope, if at all. I mean, I really, REALLY can't see how someone like Calliope would've fallen for Martin as he is today; we know he's always been the personification of the word "carefree" and Callie was an anxious workaholic mess, but honestly the Martin we see would probably just constantly stress her out even more (which he did sometimes). He was already rather senseless back then, but I can't help but think having Calliope to take on every burden for him for over 15 years and then losing her so suddenly must have exarcebated the learned helplessness. And since Molly was the one who took over, he just went "well I guess it's her job now", dusted off and went right back to his little world of toys and blissful obliviousness.

And speaking of Molly. She was suffering so much in that house, and yes, there have been plenty of walls of text about the verbal and emotional abuse she suffered from Lorelai, but I feel like we don't talk enough about Martin's complete dismissal of her feelings, thoughts and protests, and how deeply that affected her. He was the one who taught her no one would listen to her. He was he reference point Lorelai used to take advantage of her. He parentified Molly and made her bear the brunt of their financial troubles. And he did it all with a genuine smile across his face.

Martin Blyndeff sucks and I think we should talk about him more.

[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

I love memory fuckery in the life games bcus I’m obsessed with 3rd life Jimmy not caring about sexuality whatsoever because they’re in a death game and Scott loves him and he loves Scott and that’s all they need right now and for forever until they are inevitably done with this sick, rigged game. And then he wakes up on empires with a cod fish glued to his head and lasts around 3 minutes before he shouts ‘IM GAY???!?!?’ Out loud

[homeofwyrm]

Promise I'll draw not AU soon.

[arcanegifs]

rewatch the show yall. it gets even better if you do.

[hrokkall]

Everybody wants your head on a platter

[haljathefangirlcat]

Charlie + picking up and twirling her badass spear-wielding former Exorcist gf

[waddei]

appropriate workplace relationship for sure

[crowliphale]

Not many thoughts in either of their heads (og/ref under cut)

Not totally sure where I got this from originally ngl

[mediumgayitalian]

“I like it when you think.”

Nico stops. He blinks.

“When I — think?”

“Yes.”

“I — think all the time.”

“I’ve noticed.” Will smiles. “I like it.”

The pink on Nico’s cheeks is pretty. It pushes softly against his skin, like small waves against the edge of the sand, hiding behind his curtain of hair, his ducked head. His agile hands twitch, arrhythmically, against the gritstone, against his sword, against his leg. He looks up, once. Watches Will’s eyes on him. Swallows.

“Okay.”

He flexes his short fingers and goes back, twists his body. Returns to the slow drag of the stone against his blade, the king exhales as his lean muscles flex, relax, flex. The worry of his lower lip, the sheen in his dark eyes.

Will rests his chin in his hand.

“What are you thinking about?”

There is no falter this time. But his shoulder hike up to his ears, and his mouth twitches, twitches, and he says: “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm.”

Will smiles. He smiles wider when Nico looks up at him, when he taps a bitten fingernail on the hilt of his sword and sighs. Sighs, long and heavy, exasperated. Sighs, swinging his leg over the bench, shaking his head. Looking over. Smiling.

“You’re distracting.”

“Yeah?”

Nico huffs. “Yeah. You — yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” Will says. He tries to stop smiling. He can’t. “I don’t mean to be.”

“Well, you — are.”

“How am I distracting?”

Tap. Tap. Tap. His bitten nails scratch, ever slow, on the ridges of his worn jeans. He scratches the side of his face.

“You.” Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. “ You Look at me.”

“I do.”

“And you — smell nice.”

Will grins. “I do?”

Nico flushes, again. He scratches his nose. “Well I’m! I’m not saying. It’s just. It’s just that everyone notices, you know.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Lilac and — something.”

“And something.”

“Stop copying me.”

He exhales, gaze softening. He reaches for Nico’s hand, stops. “Sorry.” A beat. “I can leave.”

Nico looks up, frowning. “Why would you leave?”

“If I’m — distracting.”

He frowns again. “I didn’t mean — I don’t mean that.”

“Okay.” Inhale. Exhale. “What do you mean?”

There is that face again. The thinking. The furrow of his thick eyebrows, the flash of his front teeth as he gnaws on his lip. The scritch, scritch, scritch of his ripped nails. The flutter of his long eyelashes, swish, swish. Will hides his smile in his hand.

“Stay.”

“Okay.”

“Good.”

Will smiles wider. “Good.”

He shifts back towards his sword. The grindstone creaks against the blade, squeeeeaak. Squeak. He exhales. Sinks into the push of his lithe arms.

Will watches.

[a-dotrivenitupontop]

leigh whannell in other people’s stuff: cor what a g’day it is to use my natural accent. better than a bunch’a prawns on the barbie! oh naur, h2o: just add water, ammirite? jesse spencer.

leigh whannell in the stuff he wrote: GUYSS 🔫 I JUST **HAVE** TO BE AN AMERICAN 😩 IN MY WHORE MOVIE 🗽 OR ELSE 🥤 IM JUMPING 🎆 OFF THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING!!! 🇺🇸 BURGER. 🦅