#woop !!

[clayderogatory]

look at this idiot standing there this is certainly a top 10 moments before disaster ordeal

[katiethelmie]

“2 minutes.”

“Okay.”

[helluva-artblog]

Move aside, Fizz! It's Blitzo time!

Bonus:

[bi-the-wei]

Ooof I'm out of practice I spent too long only drawing derps and then I spent too long not even drawing derps

Whelp only way to get back into practice is to... well.... practice. haha

So because I find it encouraging to do so, I'm posting more progress updates that I'll prolly delete later. Enjoy as I slowly go nuts filling in all this hair

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

The real reason Aphmau can’t love them back

Keep in mind this is referring to my rewrite <3

The “them” in question is Garroth and Laurance

Garroth is the descendent and incarnation of Esmund the Protector: an admirer and great friend of Irene/Aphmau’s.

Laurance is the incarnation of Xavier the admirer: guardian, friend, and lover of Irene/Aphmau.

She loved them both dearly, they, along with the rest of the Divine Warriors meant the world to her.

But, in order to seal Shad away for good, she had the use the life forces of the warriors, killing them. And although Xavier was not a Divine Warrior, he was still lost in the final battle.

Esmund and the others were essentially incinerated, there were no bodies to tend to. But Xavier wasn’t.

The blast wounded him, more than Irene herself could heal. All she could do was sit with him, hold him. Until he could hurt no longer.

Some years after, she’s unable to move on. She can’t. It was her fault. She still tries to help people, but she’s so tired. And so, she locks herself away for 900 odd years.

When she returns without memories, it’s a fresh start for her. But each time she encounters a Divine’s incarnation, she can feel it. She doesn’t know what it is exactly that she’s feeling, only an overwhelming sense of trust and love.

And she feels it strongest with Garroth and Laurance. She assumes purely that this is due to them being her guards.

But along with those feelings and trust and love, comes a pit in her stomach. A sense of guilt. A sense of doom.

She can’t help but feel like she’s only hurting them by letting them get so close. She can’t love them, not the way she wants to. The way they want her to.

Because that’s how they get hurt. That’s what gets them killed. Again.

[the-blind-geisha]

He's just wondering if Link has any games on his phone.

Shoutout to LoZ OoT for having the most horrific night terror known to man till the Guardians and Gloom Hands showed up.. Link needs help getting to his sword.

Am I late? Damn. Ah well. I am picking out prompts I'd love to do for both Inktober and Linktober. I know I don't draw/ write it enough, but I am a huge LOZ nerd. ♥

[okaydays]

Colin was out with friends for the evening, so Penelope reheated some leftovers for dinner, and then assembled all the things she needed for a quiet night in - lit candles, soft music echoing from their new bluetooth speakers, a cup of tea that was still hot on the coffee table, a comfortable blanket. 

She’s sitting on the couch with said blanket and her carefully chosen book (Love in the Time of Cholera), and she should be having a great time. Back when Penelope was at her mother’s house, with all the commotion and whining, this was the kind of evening she’d dreamt about. Just her, quiet and cosy. No one to bother her.

But she lives with Colin, now. And while he is, occasionally, a bother, it’s never really unwelcome. Not when he could bat those blue eyes, shoot her a winsome grin and spin her around to the music like they’re ballroom dancing.

A quiet evening to herself seems boring in comparison. 

What Penelope wants, in truth, is exactly what she has now - a little comfortable moment, but with Colin’s arms around her instead of a blanket. Leaning against him, maybe with his own book, instead of just the sofa arm.

She misses him, really. And it’s only been an hour or so. 

Oh well. Penelope nestles back further into the couch. He won’t be back for a while, so the book will have to keep her company for now.

“Tell him yes,” She reads. “Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.”

Around fifteen minutes later, the front door opens. Penelope almost knocks over her mug of tea with how violently she jumps. And then - oh, it’s just Colin. And then - oh, it’s Colin!

‘Colin!’ she exclaims, interrupting her internal monologue by just stating it out loud. ‘What are you doing back so early?’ 

He’s leaning against the doorframe, flashing her that grin she adores. ‘Got all cosy, did you?’ he asks, looking around at the lit candles and bluetooth speaker and the blanket they got from his mother as a housewarming present. ‘Mind if I join in?’ 

Penelope moves along the sofa and lifts up the corner of the blanket in invitation. Colin slides right in, and they adjust - he’s now sitting where she’s just vacated, arm slung around her shoulders, and she’s leaning into him with one leg over his and one on the coffee table. 

It’s even better than she imagined.

‘Missed you,’ Colin says after a minute. She’d gone back to her book and he was on his phone, reading an article, but she looks up at that. 

‘They were talking about sports or something, and I thought, ‘I’d rather be home with my girl,’ so now I’m here,’ he says, looking right back at her. 

Something warm unfurls in Penelope’s chest at that. At the pet name, at the fact that he’d preferred her boring evening to a fun night out, at the fact that he was now here and that it was exactly where he’d wanted to be. 

Colin kisses her once, gently, and when she leans in again, he moves over to kiss her forehead instead. 

‘We can do that later. You were prepared for a quiet night, right? Don’t let me get in the way of that,’ he says, equally as gently, and Penelope shakes her head.

‘You don’t get in the way. You make it better,’ she admits, and he smiles. Pulls her in closer. 

‘Glad we moved in together,’ he says, and puts his phone on his thigh so he can reach over and carefully open her book back up, from where she’d been keeping track of her page with her thumb.

So Penelope goes back to her book, and Colin goes back to the article, and the track switches to a new piano piece. And then when her tea gets cold, he goes and makes her a new one, just the way she likes it. 

Tell him yes, the book said. She’s so glad she did.

(Also on ao3)

[thedomesticanthropologist]

26 days sober! So close to making it a whole month free from cannabis and alcohol!

Just a reminder that you don't have to be a heavy user to be an addict,

You don't have to hit rock bottom to want to recover

You don't need a special reason to be sober 💕

[kibblenoodlesnail]

FINALLY GOT AROUND TO MAKING MY ACTOR AU DESIGNS

Check it out here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57708106

[cowpants147]

I can't sleep so I'm just laid here and I started thinking about the Foxes that go on to play exy professionally and what they'd do after retirement:

Andrew

I know for a fact that this interaction happened during Andrews last press event after his last match.

Reporter: so Andrew, now that you've officially retired, what are you gonna do now?

Andrew: I'm gonna be a stay at home dad.

Obviously the reporters run w it and suddenly everyone's trying to figure out when Andrew had kids and who with all the while he's at home with the cats aka his children all day.

I also think he either starts coaching exy at a school or at a youth centre because he recognises the out that exy gave him and he's great with kids.

Neil

Neil's got too much of a mouth on him to go quietly into retirement so I definitely see him being a commentator and providing some of the highest praise and most iconic insults ever known to the sports channels.

I feel like he'd miss actually playing though so he'd probably become some kind of coach. Maybe even goes back to PSU to help Dan as assistant coach after Wymack retires.

Kevin

That boy was born and bred for his own sports related show. I like the idea of him and Jeremy hosting this exy post show where they go over everything that's happened in the week. Jeremy is ever positive, Kevin is harsher with his commentary but they've both got smiles made for prime time TV.

They have a 3rd on the panel reserved for a different special guest each week. Such special guests at one point include Neil, Wymack, and Andrew who only went on to see if he could get Kevin to crack and break character.

Matt

100% becomes a stay at home dad to his and Dan's actual human kids and their golden retriever. During this retirement press conference he says something about proudly being Dan's trophy husband.

Coach's his kids little league team, even if they're not playing exy. Makes homemade signs with the kids for when they go watch the Foxes play.

Buys Andrew a matching "best dad ever" mug the minute Andrew drops that line in his interview. When Neil teams up with Dan to coach the Foxes these two become random best buds, going out for food and and drinks together, sitting together at games, worldlessly teaming up to make sure Dan and Neil have lunch every day at practise.

+ Jeremy and Jean

The minute Jean retires he's done with exy. Jeremy goes on to do a shit ton of charity work and be on the weekly prime time exy show with Kevin but Jean is more than happy to stay out of the public eye.

They live on a farm or like in a super cute small town where nobody bothers them. Jean spends all day reading books, painting, takes up photography and becomes so good that he's hired by the locals for weddings, newborn pics, etc. He's a regular at the farmers market. Maybe if they live on a farm then he has his own stall selling eggs, jams, and family recipes that Jeremy passed down to him from the Knox family and that Jean has perfected over the years.

And they travel as much as they can! They have a second home in France and use that as their home base while they trav around Europe every chance they can get.

[thetreedragon]

Woop

woop

[teencopandthesourwolf]

(when you're excited to test every one of the brushes on procreate so start scribbling away on a blank document like a feral child with your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth and it somehow turns into a colour vomit sketchy sterek making out in the woods thing aha)

[flying-pierog-art]

Day 8 of!!

OC-tober!

Angst, angst, angst, angst---

"Ships" which I will interpret how I want to 😌 so this is Valentin being the best friend and partner in crime Matylda could ask for ✨️

[vampir3-jack]

Took so much melatonin I wonder if I’m ever gonna wake up

[texaschainsawmascara]

[nephenees-lance]

It's my 11 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳