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I wil be leaving very soon for my birthday dinner at Esme which is another prix fixe restaurant in Chicago so I will, again, be live bloggin myself eating artistic foods so... if you don't wanna see me reblogging this post like 100000 times with pictures of food, the tags are francis eats or francis irl.
Anyway!
Otherwise, welcome to another magical and wild journey of REALLY EXPENSIVE food on a snowy day now that I've turned a prime number. It's gonna, hopefully, be a delicious ride!
Also, they have a non-alcoholic drinks pairing I could get and I am seriously tempted.
(@absolutebl I always gotta tag you on a gastronomic journey, right?)
#esme#francis eats#francis irl#just me going to fancy food#which is do like one a year or so#prix fixe menu#this will be reblogged for each dish#with a picture and description#lots of food#food#fancy birthday dinner
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I present some nerdy prudes (oh and Max)
(I really wanted to take a shot at giving them all more than 1-3ish outfits that I think fit their styles)
#I love all of the disabled richie headcanons dearly#max basically looks the same cause I can only picture him in like three basic white boy high school fits 😭#also it’s frustratingly hard trying to draw characters played by the same actor when I try to stay accurate to actors’ features#hachetfield#hachetverse#starkid#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#richie lipschitz#max jagerman#grace chasity#ruth fleming#stephanie lauter#peter spankoffski#art i made#image description in alt
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Sillay heavymed commission!! They cookin!!!!!!
#the joke on the second picture is that the lyrics of the song is actually a description of gore#“i divided your body in 3 parts” “sold your liver burned your lungs” and etc#and heavy is blushing because this song reminds him of medic#medic is listening to rammstein ofc#team fortress 2 fanart#team fortress 2#tf2#tf2 fanart#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#heavymedic#red oktoberfest
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played DA2 for the first time and romanced the possessed bisexual poor little meow meow who's totally down for firebombing a walmart
#handers#dragon age#dragon age 2#dragon age anders#marian hawke#dragon age hawke#I FINALLY played through the entire thing! after so many times starting and then getting bored lol#I have genuine trouble deciding if I like Origins or Inquisition best but 2 is definitely on the bottom for me lol 🥲#but I do like Anders :)#I want more of this miserable little man#also I'm never sure anymore whether I wanna post single pictures or sets of them. idk#all the other DA stuff I've been drawing lately has been Origins stuff. or memes. so this doesn't really fit? so#seems like it should be by itself?#idk idk idk idk idk#anyway I've been doing lots of loose sketchy stuff and experimenting with brushes and it's been nice :)#trying my best to just...... be softer on myself#my art#description in alt text
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[ID: A digital comic of Celia Ripley and Samama Khalid from The Magnus Protocol. Celia is a taller, slim, Korean woman with pale skin, short black hair, rectangular glasses, gold piercings, and dimples. She is wearing a coat, vest, scarf, trousers, and nice shoes, all in green and dark purple with gold accents. Sam is a shorter, fat, South Asian man with brown skin, short curly black hair, a mustache and small goatee, and black earrings. He is wearing a coat, turtleneck, cardigan, trousers, and nice shoes, all in brown, dark red, and green.
They are standing in a hallway in front of a closed door. Celia is spinning a set of keys, and they are smiling at each other.
Celia: Well, this is me. I had a really good time, Sam. Sam: Yeah, me too! Celia: We should do this again. Sam: Y-Yeah! I'd like that a lot, Celia.
She goes to unlock her door, peeking back to smile at Sam, who is standing awkwardly, looking away. She opens her door with a creak and gives him a shrug.
Celia: Thanks again for walking me home, Sam. I really appreciate it.
She pauses, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. Sam smiles, gesturing about sheepishly. The text as he speaks takes up the next three panels, partly obscured by the two of them and fading towards the bottom.
Sam: OH! Well, you know it was no big deal I just figured you know. It's polite and it gives us more time to talk and it's not always safe out there at night. Not that you can't handle yourself I just you know and I figured company would be nice on the walk back and we were already having so much fun so-
As he talks, Celia calmly steps closer, smiling, lifting her hands up near his face. He notices her hands, looks up at her, and then looks slightly downward towards her lips as she leans closer, his eyes going sparkly. A shadow falls over him as she blocks out the light.
Sam: It's really no.... problem....
She smiles, looking at him with intent and then looks down at his lips. A pink haze appears behind them in the background. She finally tilts her head and kisses him, knocking her glasses askew. The background is all pink with hearts surrounding them. There are two closeups, one of their lips touching and one after they've pulled slightly back, lips glistening and pink sparkles surrounding their faces.
She stands back up, smiling down at him, pink haze fading behind her, before startling slightly. She is still holding his face, slightly squishing his cheeks. His eyes are still shut and he is blushing severely, hair slightly mussed. He opens his eyes, expression vague, with tiny hearts in his eyes and sparkles around him, pink haze remaining behind him, before he suddenly tips back, surrounded by hearts, and giggles "hee-hee". The tail of the speech bubble forms a heart. Celia panics, leaning forward to grab him.
He snaps back, haze gone, with a "POP!" as she pulls him up, and they are chest-to-chest for a moment before Sam pulls back, blushing, looking awkward. He clears his throat before abruptly turning around and walking off.
Sam: OKAY BYE CELIA. (smaller bubble, an aside) Sleep well.
She watches him leave, amused and confused, and chuckles "heh-heh", a couple hearts around her. She waves, heading into her flat as he leaves, embarrassed.
Celia: See you at work Monday, Sam! Sam, in a thought bubble: FUUUUCK
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I FINISHED THE THING YAY please enjoy ripsam being. silly geese <3 after a nice date <3
#fg's art#the magnus protocol#tmagp#celia ripley#samama khalid#ripsam#samcelia#cursing#I JUST THINK. THEY'RE SO CUTIES <3#as always PLEASE tell me if i need to alter the id i tried to be brief but also Descriptive#pwease tell me tumblr is nice to me and the pictures are good quality pweeeeaaaase <3
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For those of us who cannot comprehend big numbers (me) I have done the math. FOUR FUCKING YEARS. SECUNIT WHAT THE FUCK.
#the murderbot diaries#all systems red#murderbot#secunit#words#math#yes i write in my books. sometimes. when i love them a lot#on a totally unrelated note (totally)- if i doodled pictures of the characters based on their descriptions in the library copy of#Network Effect (in pencil only) would that be an asshole move or would it be a charming little treat for the next reader to find?#i almost certainly will not do it because i like the public library and do not want to offend them#but. in pencil. and only little doodles in the margins.#only like. one or two.#id be so charmed if i found somethig like that in a library book??? is that just me am i alone in this?????#thoughts please
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there's something here. I don't know what. but something
#not quite “they're the same picture” but same energy for sure#maybe Origins poolverine idk#pain kink 4 humiliation kink maybe#I haven't connected the dots but I sure am pondering them#x men#logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool#wolverine#poolverine#water logs#image description in alt#kink positive#spicy
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"Five minute truce?" "Four minutes."
#one piece#opfanart#sanji#roronoa zoro#description in alt text#eyestrain#kicking my feet drawing my 43045859657th picture of zoro and sanji just Standing There. whatever#blood cw
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these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus
#the silt verses#sister carpenter#brother faulkner#paige duplass#james hayward#not 100% happy with this but I've been working on it for uhh two months and wanted to get it up before the next ep#cannot stress enough this isn't necessarily how i picture these characters but moreso what I can draw LOL#every time I try to conceptualize them it's like trying to look at someone without my glasses#in that i get vague forms etc but nothing concrete#it's weird bc it's like. the more i relisten the less concrete image i have of them /thinks#though I will say i will die on curly haired + freckles faulkner#and I usually picture carpenter with a simple wavy ponytail#also in terms of scars i like the idea of faulkner having a scar on his hand from the glass in the s2 finale#and hayward having a scar on his forehead from hembrey!#also i don't think hayward smokes but i liked how it looked when paired with paige and her alcohol!#also something something he might have tried once to blend in with the other police officers but never took to it#been wanting to draw something for silt verses for forever so!!#edit: added an alt id in the image description!#uploaded this last night and completely forgot to i'm sorry!#pls lmk if it's too long or not really a good description!
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the church in the coptic monastery of the virgin mary in bethlehem, palestine. this unique church is built inside of a cave tunnel which connects it to the nearby church of the nativity. the holy family is said to have passed through it during their stay in bethlehem. saint helena, who established churches across palestine during her time, is said to have established this one as well. the coptic archbishop of jerusalem purchased this and four nearby homes in the 1950s, establishing the monastery and re-establishing the church. today, the site is maintained by two nuns.
#palestine#coptic#interior#worship#christian#diasporic palestine#cave worship#my posts#found a kuwaiti coptic church with a flickr with a ton of pictures of palestinian coptic churches#so i may post some very soon...#according to what i read about this the nuns are renown for their icon paintings & crafts#but i couldn't find any sort of online description of/by them even in arabic#so i didnt mention it in the caption
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if I'm never your hero, I can never let you down.
#soul punk#patrick stump#fall out boy#Listened to Explode and had to draw something or I myself would have exploded#ik the picture and the description are from two different songs im v sorry sdfasd i just REALLY like both lines :')#my art#Soul Punk is so good please listen to Soul Punk
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Childhood friends AU Idea
Steve and Eddie are best friends who make plans to learn the elvish alphabet from The Hobbit so that they can pass notes without worrying about other people reading them.
The end of the school year (Eddie in 6th, Steve in 5th) brings a sadness to the two. Eddie's going to middle school and Steve's not yet, but they can hang out on weekends, and they have all summer so no worries. (Also, it gives Steve a little more time to learn elvish, since it'll be a whole year until they're in the same school again.)
Except yes worries because two weeks into summer, Eddie vanishes. When Steve bikes to his house to investigate, the whole house is empty. Packed up and gone. Steve goes to Wayne for answer and all he gets is a smile that doesn't really reassure and words of "his dad got a job opportunity, had to move on short notice. But don't worry, kiddo. I'll get you the number to their new place so you can call."
He learns elvish anyway. It's harder without Eddie to help but he's determined. Eddie might return, or maybe he'll get an address one day. Send a letter to Eddie in full Elvish.
Steve never gets a number or address. Summer ends and sixth grade comes. He doesn't want to forget all the elvish he's learned, just in case. So, he decides to keep a journal. He can write all about everything that's happening and when he sees Eddie, he can give it to him. It's a double win. Eddie will know everything he's missed out on AND it'll help Steve practice elvish.
Sixth grade ends. Eddie doesn't return. Steve did make friends with Carol Perkins though, so he's not as lonely. He hopes Eddie made a new friend, too. But not a new best friend. That's Steve's position, always.
Seventh grade brings Tommy Hagan, but still no Eddie. It brings a growth spurt and sports. Steve likes the easy camaraderie that comes with sports teams. It's like having a lot of friends, which Steve will only admit to needing in his journal. Needing many little connections of friendship to hold together the big hole Eddie left behind.
The summer between seventh and eighth grade brings him a Bruce Springsteen concert. He'd never thought of a boy kissing another boy until he'd witnessed it on stage but he thinks about it a lot after. The end of that summer brings an awaken he refuses to shy away from even if he has to hide it
Eighth grade brings popularity. Steve's good looking, rich, and liked among his peers. It brings the first (and last) time his dad says he's proud of him.
(Steve will spend the rest of his high school career chasing his father's approval.)
Freshman year brings Eddie back, but he's different. His hair is longer and his clothes are darker and he's distant. Defiant and angry. Steve would recognize him anywhere, dressed in anyway.
Eddie doesn't want his friendship anymore. Avoids him in the halls and cafeteria, but Steve is nothing if not persistent. He writes a full letter in elvish to slip into Eddie's locker, but Eddie catches him. Shoves the letter back, unopened, unread, with a harsh whispered, "Don't you get it Harrington? I don't want to be your friend. Fuck off."
Steve doesn't understand why. Not until the table top rants start. Conformity and jocks and brain-dead rich kids who get by on favoritism.
It hurts. Steve feels his heart break the day he finally gets the not-so-subtle messages drilled into his mind. Eddie hates sports, and rich people, and stupid people. Eddie hates all the things that Steve is.
Eddie hates him.
Sophomore year brings Steve a lot of things. It brings the acknowledgment that he was probably in love with Eddie, the way his heart twists the day he sees Eddie flirting with a girl in the hallway, the way he wants the lights out when hooking up with someone so he can imagine a different person pressed against him, the way he gravitates towards brunettes with brown eyes and the flickering hope it might make Eddie jealous. (The way he'd said the wrong name when Brent went down on him, too absorbed in the fantasy of someone else to get it right. Brent hadn't been offended by it, he'd been thinking of someone else, too. Steve finds solidarity for a little bit, until the school year ends and Brent leaves Hawkins.)
Junior year turns Steve's life upside down (pun intended) with monster's coming out of walls. There's probably a lot more he should write about but his journal's pretty empty this year. Too traumatized to document. (Too afraid of what Eddie would say because Steve still writes in his journal like he plans on sending it to Eddie one day. Better to write nothing than sound crazy.)
And halfway through his senior year (don't think about how he's in it with Eddie, about the 4 classes they share, about how Eddie still won't meet his eye) he wants to fade into the background. Nancy and he break up. She's with Jonathan and he hears the whispers of how pathetic he is to be eating lunch with his ex and the guy that 'stole' her. Steve knows that's a lie, Nancy made her choice, and no one can say otherwise, but it hurts to hear. He can't be bothered to try and make new friends. How would he explain the nightmares? The skittishness. The fear of the dark, of pumpkin patches, of his own damn pool now that he's had time to process last year?
Then, the next year brings him Robin. Well. First it brings him an embarrassing uniform and then Russian torture (don't think about it. Don't think about how he'll shorthand the stock list by writing it in Elvish sometimes. Don't think about how the Russian's almost believe they just work for Scoops until they find the stock list in his pocket. Don't think about how they don't believe that the strange script they can't identify isn't proof he's a spy), but in the end he gets Robin. A Platonic Soulmate who understands the hidden side of him. She asked if he was ever in love, and he thinks of the Eddie he used to know, longs to know again, and describes her instead. She rejects him in the softest way possible and then confesses about Tammy, and he confesses about Eddie in turn.
1986 brings Eddie back into his life in the worst way possible. With a bottle to his neck and them both acting like they've never spoken before. It brings twisting guts as Steve lies awake thinking about Eddie alone in a boathouse instead of sharing a bed with him like they used to in elementary school. It brings Steve leading them to Skull Rock (popularized as a make out spot but started as a set of boys' favorite place to play pirates during the summer). Dustin and Eddie make references Steve pretends to not know, despite his own copies of The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings and the numerous amounts of notebooks turned journals with elvish scrawled throughout.
There's a trek through the Upside Down. In another universe, Steve imagines he and Eddie talk. In this one, Robin sticks to his side like an extension of him (which she is), and glares at Eddie every time he looks in Steve's direction. Robin knows everything, knows it all, because there are no secrets between them.
They make plans to stop Vecna, once and for all, and Robin confesses she has a fear. That it won't turn out okay this time, but they have to try anyway. Steve clinks his bottle against hers and looks across the field to Eddie and Dustin. The stakes feel so much higher this time.
"I'm going to talk to Eddie if we survive. Make it right," he says.
"No. He's going to make it right because you didn't do anything wrong," Robin says, which is more support than he thought he'd get given the grudge she holds in his favor.
Eddie said make him pay and Steve does. Nancy advances, shotgun shot after shot and Steve's bounding down the stairs. Vecna beats him to the ground floor but not by much.
A hatchet's not the best tool to remove a head with but he manages. When he looks up, Nancy and Robin are looking down, both approving.
They find Dustin sobbing over Eddie and- and-
Steve's certain he's broken several of Eddie's ribs but he's breathing again, Nancy finds his pulse beneath all the blood, and Robin's retrieved the cut sheets to make bandages out of. Nothing is clean in this world, infection could kill him later, he might not save Eddie like he wants, but fucking Christ, at least if death claims him, it'll be on the right side of the world in a hospital.
Dustin, Robin, and Steve are at Eddie's side when Nancy leads Wayne into the room. They knew she went out looking for him (Steve was going to but Nancy had shoved him back in the chair with a look that left no room for argument) but even so they're startled by him.
Wayne has always been stoic and reserved, so it's no surprise to Steve when he just lets out a low whistle and says, "of all the people I might see here, you weren't one of 'em."
Steve swallows thickly and says, "well. I am. Here, I mean."
And Wayne gives him a watery smile and crosses the room. Pulls Steve into a hug that Steve thinks he probably wants to give to Eddie instead, but Eddie's not awake and standing and Steve is. But then Wayne says, "I told Eddie he couldn' chase ya away. That if he just talked to ya, you'd understand. He tried so hard to make ya hate him, and for what? For ya to be at his bedside anyway."
And Steve sobs. Loud and ugly and suddenly Dustin's there, and so are Robin and Nancy, and it's probably the most awkward hug for all the others but it's the best hug Steve's had in years. He doesn't even care that he's crying because how can he? Wayne's all but confirmed that Eddie doesn't hate him, maybe never hated him. That Eddie has an explanation, a reason for it all, and all he wants is Eddie to wake up and tell him.
Steve finally gets his apology two days after Eddie's release. It's the first time they've been alone together since- well, since elementary school. Wayne drove him here then lied about needing to check on something and said he'd be back in an hour or so before abandoned them to the awkward silence in Steve's living room.
"I'm sorry, Steve!" Eddie blurts out loudly, then looks startled by his own yelling.
"I know. I forgive you."
"You shouldn't."
"I know. Still do anyway. Would like to know what happened, though."
And Eddie tells him. How his father's debts came calling and they ran. How his mom got sick real fast, and his father's crime spree and prison sentence following her passing. How Eddie discovered the same thing about himself that Steve did but didn't have the same acceptance of himself. Hated that another thing marked him as Other. Freak.
He tells Steve how he couldn't let Steve back in because he was afraid of losing him again if he ever learned.
"I didn't think you'd be okay being friends with a faggot," Eddie spits the word out, dirty and mean and directed at himself.
Steve makes a decision then. "Follow me." And he helps Eddie up the stairs and into his room. Eddie sits on the bed and watches as Steve digs out notebook after notebook after notebook, until they're a tower on his bed. Then he topples them over in his search for the first.
Eddie takes the offered notebook with confusion on his face, looking from the cover, where 1978 is written on it. The summer Eddie vanished from Steve's life.
"Open it."
Eddie does and gasps. "Steve. Is this-"
"Every single one of these notebooks was written to you. For you. About you. I read The Hobbit for you. The Lord of the Rings. I learned elvish for you. I think I've been a little bit in love with you since the day we met on the playground on my second day of first grade."
"Steve," it comes out breathless and awed.
"Eddie," Steve repeats back to him, just as breathless as Eddie tosses the notebook aside and reaches for Steve instead. Hauls him in to kiss him senseless amongst the proof of Steve's devotion.
#steddie#fic#this was supposed to be a paragraph or two#why am i like this#steve has a complicated relationship with his parents#but they arent terrible#the picture descriptions have translation for the elvish if you wanna know what Steves been writing in his journals
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Gortash designs and builds mechanisms so I imagine he has to be able to sketch fairly decently in order to sketch his projects and designs. And I'm imagining a pile of charcoal sketches of Durge, done over their entire acquaintance, starting out with sketches of them in battle and then slowly becoming more detailed and intimate and as they do, the titles changing from things like "The Bhaalspawn" and "Bhaal's Chosen at Their Bloody Work" to "The Chosen in Contemplation" and finally just Durge's name
#it's speculated that the individual pictured in these sketches is [name] who was thought to have resolved the absolute crisis#But the existence these drawings may suggest it was merely a hoax to improve their reputation#Idk man I just love the idea of Gortash keeping this series of sketches of durge#I admit a crazy fic idea I've been rotating is the idea of an art history commentary set 100 years after the events of the game covering#The art found in Gortash's estate after his death and how people would interpret it and their potential relationship#And link to first hand descriptions of the time and academic papers and all that#Stuff like “see Elerrathin et al for analysis on the class dynamics of formal portraits and new money during this period” or something#enver gortash#dark urge#dark urge x gortash#durgetash#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 spoilers
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I found the absolute cutest human sandwich in DC, and I just.....I just couldn't.....
#that better be Jet in your pocket; ghoul...#sleeping with the enemy: graphic description#emma and deacon taking pictures for blackmail#fallout#fallout 4#fo4#john hancock#hancock fo4#fallout companions#paladin danse#nick valentine#my art#fallout 4 fanart#fanart#fallout 4 art#paladin danse fo4#nick valentine fo4
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he loves this “sad pimp” blanket more than he does ph— 🔫💥
#daniel howell#dan and phil#dnp#image description in alt#I love that lantern gremlin dan picture so much#it’s definitely in my top ten dan pics of ever
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punkflower text posts 🎸🌻 (2/?)
#spiderverse#punkflower#hobie x miles#🎸🌻#i fear i peaked at 'get away from my pizza rolls' but. throws these at you#pay no attn to the picture quality on some of these lmao#now with img descriptions!! the 1st post should be fixed now too#punkflower texts
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