Hiii, i love your stuff and kinda from a distance really look up at you for, in my perception, being able to express yourself without giving a fuck. Thats sick dude, Im so so afraid, of absolutely everything, its nice to think like i might grow into someone less apologetic of my existence. Nice to see people just being yknow
hey, thank you, this is really really nice. the secret that is probably not a secret is that i am also deeply afraid a lot of the time lmao -- but less than i used to be, and in ways that feel less stifling and self-suffocating, if that makes sense.
like, it used to be "i'm scared that if i express myself the way i want to, everyone will find me obnoxious, so let's just sand those edges down to be safe" -- now my fears are more like "now that i'm expressing myself in a way that feels natural and real, i'm afraid that it's all stupid/vapid/not worthwhile or meaningful" (<- specifically abt my art) or "i'm happy that i talk and act the way i want to now, but what if it makes me impossible to befriend," etc etc etc. which still feels bad and puts me in a funk a lot of the time but at least it's a fear that comes After/in reaction to doing stuff, rather than a fear that STOPS me from doing stuff, you know? like, it's evolved into a kind of fear that's less in my way.
anyway. i believe you'll experience something like this, because wanting to grow is the first step of growing. the fact that u hope or wish for something different means you're already on your way. to fewer fucks!! or at least distributing the fucks u give in a way that serves u better
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Where the majority of pages before were in red hues, this is all green and blue and teal, cool colors.
Over the entirety of the page, there is a drawing of Tenzō, naked and loosely coiled in black cords, just as he was in canon flashbacks to his time in Orochimaru's lab. His hair rises from his head as if floating. His expression is neutral. He appears to be the same age as he was in the red pages.
Tenzō's head dominate's panel one. His hair obscures a lot of the panel behind him, but we see a close image of ninja sandals on a tree branch.
"The mission went impossibly smoothly," Tenzō recounts. "I only got injured because we were accosted during our return journey."
Tenzō's torsō rests over panel two. Behind him, to the left, his mokuton branches bind an enemy shinobi to a tree. To the right, Rabbit-Taichō is crouched on a branch and hand-signals at a different Tenzō, one which is fully dressed in his Anbu kit. Tenzō watches, his own hands poised in a seal.
The Tenzō whose body stretches over the page continues, "They were rogue shinobi from the Hidden Rivers. But the mission itself was just gathering intel with Rabit-Taichō, from a lab just east of the border." Much like the black cords, the tails of the speech balloons weave and wrap around Tenzō's body.
The third panel is split by Tenzō's body. On the left, there's a single panel in the red hues of Kakashi's room. On the right, there are rows of lit, fluid-filled tanks.
"A Lab?" Kakashi asks, looking uneasy, on his guard.
"Yes," Tenzō's speech balloons reply. "An old one. Former hideout, but now truly civilian."
Tenzō's legs dangle over the fourth panel. Behind his legs, Tenzō and Rabbit-Taichō observe a fish as it swims in a tank.
"The lab was conducting experiments on the chakra natures of non-summoned fish," Tenzō says.
"We deemed it safe after ten days of study, and several infiltrations."
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in pieces
pairing: cake
rating: teen
words: 4865
He needs to leave. Go somewhere, change the scenery. He doesn’t want to, because he’s a goddamn mess who shouldn’t be let loose in public. If anyone saw him in this state he’d dissolve, but he can’t stomach even trying to pretend he feels normal right now either. Paste on a pleasant smile and make polite small talk? He’d rather peel his fingernails off one at a time.
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what if we smooched on top of your gay porn manuscript?? haha jk jk. unless?? 👀👀
Queer Book Draw Challenge 8/20 The Gentleman's Book of Vices by Jess Everlee
[ID: an illustration of Miles and Charlie embracing colored in soft pinks and purples and blues. Charlie is perched on a desk, hand lifted to Miles' face as he leans in for a kiss. Miles is seated in the chair and leans in as well. One of Miles' hands is on Charlie's thigh and the other is gripped demandingly on his cravat, pulling him closer. From the desk, a pile of manuscript papers spills around them. End ID]
COMMISSIONS OPEN
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Summary:
Lottie didn’t know Laura Lee had jumped. Didn’t know Laura Lee was falling from the plane. Didn’t know that the explosion and smoke cloud covered her descent. Didn’t know that her back hit the water and fire licked her face. Didn’t know that Laura Lee was floating and then sinking, sinking, drowning.
Lottie didn’t know until she felt like she was drowning, too.
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Laura Lee survives the plane explosion, which means everything is going to change. The wilderness wanted a sacrfice and now it's lost two. AU canon divergence that explores what might've happened had Laura Lee lived and how her influence might effect Lottie and the Wilderness they worship.
Chapters: 3/?
Relationships: Laura Lee/Lottie Matthews, Shauna Shipman/Jackie Taylor, Vanessa "Van" Palmer/Taissa Turner, Akilah/Mari (Yellowjackets), Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Lottie Matthews, Laura Lee (Yellowjackets), Shauna Shipman, Jackie Taylor (Yellowjackets), Natalie Scatorccio, Misty Quigley, Taissa Turner, Van Palmer, Akilah (Yellowjackets), Mari (Yellowjackets)
Additional Tags: I'll tag more characters later but ya know, for now, Angst, Laura Lee Lives (Yellowjackets), which also means, Jackie Taylor Lives (Yellowjackets), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, listen i'm going off what jane widdop said, that if laura lee lives, then so does jackie, So here we are
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I was very lucky to be able to go with my friends to see stray kids this summer, and I wanted to try to paint from the blurry little pictures I took with my phone
the result is about 1000 paintings of felix and a changbin that got swept in along the way 🐥🖤🎶
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