#your a pal and a confidant

[dawnofiight]

Another hc,

Darlin', Milo, Angel and Asher have a Golden Girls Sunday Sleepover (GGSS) where they gather around at David and Angel's house and just watch golden girls for the entire night.

Every episode they will sing the intro SYNCED up and randomly one of them will hum or sing the intro out of nowhere and they will all bust out singing.

[noobettes-little-box]

That's one Funky Battle

[four-pointed-leaf]

thinking abt the time i wrote a very short snippet of a siffrin and loop interaction immediately after beating the king for the first time (and talking to loop thereafter) and hemmed and hawed for like thirty minutes about it probably being ooc considering i didn’t know most of what was going on with both of them still, then sent it my friends and they were like. no you pretty much got it man ggs

[intentionalsprinkles]

I wonder if Eric Bogosian knows that people on tumblr dot com think he's hot. I wonder if he knows we want to see him getting fucked nasty by Armand.

[palfriendpatine66]

Posting this one before I spend another 5 hours shading

Going to keep drawing photo shoots until I get this all figured out. Original image under the cut

[konu-d]

Art Positivity post

Sort of? This is just a comparison thing because I started feeling embarrassed about my art and I think that’s cringe so if this’ll cheer anyone else up too, I’m posting it lmao

2017-2019

And I’m not showing the rest of what’s in this sketchbook cause it’s mostly just face doodles of whichever Servants I liked/whatever BNHA nonsense I was into LMAOOOO

2024

Improvement can take a long time, but it’ll happen! It’s a slow, annoyng, and tedious process? But the end results? IMMACULATE! Don’t get too frustrated when a piece isn’t looking the way you want it to. Just take a deep breath, take a nap to refresh your brain, and go at it again. You can do it, especially now in an era where you can find references, color palettes, and tutorials all around! You can do it! I believe in you! Your art is doing great!

[redflannelsheets]

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[thedreadvampy]

My question is: is it even possible to hit on girls in clubs? I do not think it is possible. Feels impossible. How hit on someone without creepy????

[myearts-uwu]

This is just a me thing, and I feel like a jerk for having this lil thing that peeves me, but as an artist, I hate it whenever I see another artist constantly and actively saying that their art sucks and they say it’s bad and they say that their art will flop even before they post the drawing. I get annoyed by it easily.

I understand not liking a drawing you make. It’s completely normal for artists to cringe at their art if it didn’t turn out the way they hoped it to.

But when they do it all the time?

[ktempestbradford]

I've known Emma here since high school. Almost immediately upon meeting we became besties forever. We've had to endure long years of separation and the evils of not being rich enough to buy a mansion we can share. We're finally living in the same city so we can have adventures together!

[viridian-house]

love when you see a post that resonates with you about whichever mental health problems you've got and you go into the notes only to find OP being like "oh well I only meant in this one specific way. if you experience it in Other Ways then you're an evil demon who should die actually"

like damn maybe let people....... experience a nuanced disorder in the many nuanced ways they will experience it and don't villainize them for relating to your post in a way that spoke to their own life???

[yuukimiyas]

im home safe & sound from wrk & now i will have a snackie & watch some yt vids (*ᵕᴗᵕ)⁾⁾

[postmodernpansy]

adviser told me I should apply to the top 4 rhetoric phd programs in the country. and appears to somehow have full confidence that I would get in. I don't know if I believe him but it makes me feel fuzzy anyway

[lemonlover1110]

Toji Fushiguro

Summary: Megumi wants to be just like his father.

Warnings: fluff

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*Your weekly drabble, see y'all next week😚

Toji is proud of his son. Though the little pal is just five years old, Toji can confidently say that he’s proud of the child. It wasn’t learning how to read or learning how to tie his shoe that made Toji beam with pride; it was a rather odd conversation that he overheard while Shiu was taking care of the child.

“What do you want to be when you grow up, Megumi?”

“Like my dad.” 

And now Toji brags about it to you. He won’t stop pestering you about how Megumi simply adores him. He’s the favorite parent or whatnot. Toji was sure that Megumi didn’t even like him, but the child surprised him.

“What does he even mean that he wants to be like you?” You question, sitting next to him on the couch. Sure, you’re a little annoyed that your little guy said that he wants to be like Toji when he grows up. It feels like it’s his way of saying that he prefers Toji over you.

“He wants to be strong, confident and extremely handsome.” Toji smirks at you, and you roll your eyes. 

“You forgot to add cocky to the list.” You scoot away from Toji, and he throws his arm over you to bring you closer. He kisses your forehead before saying,

“Don’t be jealous, baby. Maybe our next one will want to be just like you.” 

“Megumi! Come here!” You yell, pushing Toji away. Toji is chuckling, extremely amused at the fact that you’re jealous. Usually he’s the jealous one, but the tables have turned.

“Yes, mommy?” The child appears before you, curious wide eyes looking at you. You want to be mad at him, but he’s too fucking adorable. How can you possibly be mad at the embodiment of cuteness?

“Why do you want to be like your daddy when you grow up?” You ask, and Toji is curious to hear the answer. He never got an explanation, he simply heard the answer and walked away. 

“He doesn’t work and gets to be lazy all day, but he still has money.” Megumi answers, and your eyes widen. You take a swift look at Toji, watching his hand go over his heart, utterly hurt by the response– Little Megumi was supposed to say something else, not that. “And he gets to hug and kiss you all day.”

“My baby boy, come here!” You completely disregard anything else that Megumi has said, and you pick him up, hugging him and kissing his cheeks. Toji has to turn his head to not watch the scene, feeling like he’s gotten stabbed by his own flesh and blood. “You don’t have to be like Toji to do that, you just have to be my adorable baby boy.”

“I’m still here, you know!” Toji has to stand up. He needs a breath of fresh air; after all, all the pride that he had for his son disappeared in an instant. “I’ll spoil the shit out of the next one, and he’ll want to be just like his old man.”

He’s going for a low blow, hoping that Megumi will reconsider. But no, neither of you are listening.

[tyquu]

According to one of your works, I noticed that Luke, Leia and Ezra were almost best friends when they were teenagers. And how is Ezra doing with Han. Do they have any dislike for Leia (Han's Love/Ezra's best friend)

Love your artworks!♡

Thanks!

I assume this is in reference to the "what if Ezra was around for the rest of the rebellion stuff"? Here's some further thoughts on how he would fit in with the OT trio :]

Han and Ezra get on each others nerves, being around each other is a constant ego measuring contest. Han brings out Ezra’s cocky side and they like to sound off against each other, but it’s mostly all banter and neither of them are ever seriously ticked off by each other. In fact, they like to play sabacc and other card games together whenever it’s just them kicking around base.

Leia and Ezra are besties ofc, I like to think they would’ve been pen pals throughout most of Rebels, and now they’re back in person face to face they spend a lot of time together just chatting. I like to think as teenagers they often confided in each other about the difficulties they faced in their respective roles in the rebellion, and they continue to be emotional rocks for each other later on. They also have a pretty banter filled relationship but it’s less vulgar than it is with Han.

As for Luke and Ezra… we’ll you know me, I’m on that skybridger bullshit haha. No notes there.

As a quad they all get along pretty great. Ezra brings a little silliness to the vibe, as well as a fair bit of emotional wisdom.

[machveil]

Neighbor!König pt 2

Neighbor!König pt 1

König was a nervous mess the first few days of passing sticky notes back and forth. He didn’t understand why you were answering his little messages - leaving your own messages in turn. Although, it eased his mind knowing that you weren’t spooked by this little game that developed. He was careful, unintentionally memorizing when you came and went from your apartment so he could leave you a note or two.

He was sure the other neighbors noticed - oh, he was positive. It’s hard to ignore bright, little yellow pieces of paper stuck to a door when the hallway is drab. ‘Don’t forget your umbrella, it’s going to rain today.’, ‘There’s a sale at the coffee shop around the corner.’, or, ‘I read that book you recommended. It was good.’, cute little sentences shared between two neighbors, an unintentional show for the others on their floor. König would be embarrassed, but leaving his notes anonymously made him feel better. While the notes were very public, he had managed to keep his identity hidden - a masked man, hidden behind sticky notes and sweet words.

Maybe that’s why he got a little cocky, a little more confident - a confidence reminiscent of how he felt on the battlefield. He had managed to keep this little exchange going for a month now, well, ignoring when he was deployed - he’d always leave a note excusing his sudden departures. A few words vaguely saying he’d be back; a giddy feeling bubbling in his chest, he had something to look forward to when he came back. And, just maybe, that’s why he found himself leaving a note while you were still home. Footsteps quiet as he made the small walk to your door, just as he was about to stick the piece of paper to your door, he startled when the handle turned.

When you first saw the little pieces of paper on your front door you were amused. Attention caught with that first little note, ‘Hallo.’. Whoever had written it wrote it so small, the note underneath written a little larger. Glancing around the hall, maybe hoping someone would step out and claim “I left those”, a smile graced your lips. Taking the sticky notes off your door, you quickly made your way to a little stationary pile - you’d leave a message of your own, ‘I’m good! hope you’re doing well :)’.

And just like, after putting it on your door, you had started a routine with this mysterious messenger. You’d started to collect the little notes your pen pal left, tucked away in a drawer. Whoever left the notes got more comfortable writing them, at least, you think so. Their short, concise notes became a little longer. It went from short ‘good morning’s to sentences about the latest book they had read. It was silly, but their messages always left your heart fluttering. All things considered, whoever this was had a charm to them. You were sure it was a neighbor, the only problem was you had quite a few. There wasn’t a smooth way to bring it up in conversation either, “Hey, have we been talking to each other? I mean– you know, through sticky notes?”. So, instead, you settled for waiting. Waiting for a day when you could catch whoever this was.

It was comforting to know you had at least met all your neighbors, interacting with some more than others. Maybe it was the guy down the hall? No, he didn’t seem like the type to leave sticky notes, he’d probably just knock on your door and talk to you. It could have been the neighbor across the hall, but they weren’t home often enough to do this. Either way, you figured you’d meet them eventually. Roughly a month into this little exchange that day came. A day off of work, the sun beaming outside, it was the perfect time to treat yourself to a treat. Wallet in your back pocket, when you opened the front door you didn’t expect to be faced with a chest. Looking up with wide eyes, your shoulders relax, a soft smile tugging at your lips. König. You’d only talked to him a few times, he only gave you his name because he was stuck in an elevator with you one time - darting off to his apartment quickly when the doors opened. He didn’t talk much, could hardly maintain eye contact with you, but he was so nice. He helped you carry your groceries up to your apartment  one time, of course, he fled when you turned your back to him, but it was the thought that counted.

So when you look up at him, a greeting on the tip of your tongue, the yellow sticky note in his hand makes you pause. Lips parting, words caught in your throat, a dopey little grin settles on your lips, “König? You’re–”, but before you can speak further, he cuts you off. Hands shaky, he looks away, “Ah– nein– no, I’m–”, accent thick with stress, he takes a step back, “Scheiße– I’m sorry.”. Before you can get another word out, König turns on his heel, sticky note fluttering to the floor as he makes a break for his door. “Wait– König, come back!”, calling out, you’re met with the sound of his door slamming shut.

Brain still playing catch, your eyes dart from his door to the fallen sticky note. Heart twisting a little, you bend down to pick up the note - a little crinkled from König unknowingly clenching his hand. Sighing, you glance back at his door, lips quirked up.

‘I really like you.’ - König