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senditothemoonn · 10 months
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This started as me wanting to draw them as old men and kind of spiralled from there…
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kevyeen · 3 months
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"Who drew the first blood?" You're not asking the right question babes it's not about who made the first move it's about who made the last. It's about how neither have truly moved on.
It's about how Nico talks about Lewis and can smile about their memories because he hasn't moved on from their childhood friendship he cradles their fragile love in his heart and reaches out, willing to forgive and forget (already has) and more than ready to mend burnt bridges.
It's about how Lewis still hurts and hurts and hurts and never forgets never quite forgives, still can't say Nico's name. Can't bear to talk about their time as teammates, because he too cradles a part of their history in his heart but it's not the sweets Nico bought for him nor the ice cream they ate together (neither of which Lewis eats anymore because he's vegan now which good for him but point). It's the hurt, the pain, the heartbreak. It's the broken trust and it's Nico leaving him Formula one.
Lewis remembers their broken friendship, Nico remembers the friendship itself.
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andy-clutterbuck · 2 months
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2024 Winter TCA Portrait Studio
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maranull · 2 months
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the Haligtree in lore: a place of peace and shelter for the shunned and weak
the Haligtree in gameplay: KILL KILL MAIM AND POISON KILL
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ballpitwitch · 9 months
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KEANU REEVES ARCH Motorcycle
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only10tion · 1 year
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The way Jae Won makes an effort to include Ji Hyun in conversations when he's excluded and the way he tries to help him in the club environment AUGHGGH
The senior everyone needs in their life.
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lab-gr0wn-lambs · 5 months
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My dad: I'm so glad you're watching my fav show. It's really great for about 6 seasons but I think you should stop before a guy called Negan shows up. Too many people start dying, people who didn't even die in the comics, I couldn't deal with it
Me: Yeah right sure, this show's BEEN killing people, that's what it's about! The Walking Dead? Bitch, The Dying Dead. The Dead. I can handle anything! Here's Negan! Oh no Glenn and Abraham! It's cool though I got it, barely even winced! Looks like I'm just too tough t-
CARL
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hostilecityshowdown · 5 months
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i know i'm The Guy who never shuts up about people, especially modern-day professional wrestling fans with little to no awareness of pre-1980's wrestling, needing to read death of the territories. However. bodyslams in buffalo by dan murphy opens with the best overview of the entire history of professional wrestling i've found yet and, overall, it's a much shorter book that doesn't read like a textbook
this is a greatly accessible alternative for anyone who felt overwhelmed by death of the territories' scope, constant stream of factual information with little reprieve, and serious/academic overtone. bodyslams in buffalo has humour, dramatised retellings of events, and exclusive/rarely seen photos from the collections of both pro wrestling illustrated and the families of wrestlers. also: transcribed promotional posters, news articles, and advertisements! highly recommend
and don't forget to continue engaging in active boycotts, demonstrations, letter/email writing, awareness raising, and direct action in support of palestinian freedom and in opposition to the genocide of palestinians.
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A Silent, Tranquil End
She sits on the far side of the chamber, slumped on the floor, as if they had just fallen asleep. The decay has not made its way to her chamber yet, but it is close, and much of their structure has already been taken.
There is nothing else that can be done.
A violet overseer watches as a strange creature crawls up to their puppet.
"Oh… creature… why come here?"
The creature curls down, revealing a pearl embedded in its shell. A shimmering royal purple.
"For… me? Read? Will… look."
"I see. Says…"
"I… I am sorry, Idyllic Field. My… name? You know… my name?"
"You do… do not have long. Yes. I know."
"Forgive me, my love… Forgive me. I do not forget you, and I will not… until the end… of time. For what… why?"
"Remember that I… love you. Entangled… in Promises."
"Oh… you… Really? My… my dearest… here? With me? Oh… thank you."
They weakly lift an arm to its face, a shaky, quiet laugh escaping her – it is a warped, nearly unrecognizable sound, but a warmth persists in it. The last trace of love.
The overseer pulls back, and vanishes. He can't bear to watch this.
Like a mother cradling her child, the creature wraps the puppet in its limbs, settling around her body, careful to keep one particular limb against the side of their spine. Precisely where it needs to be.
It embraces them, indulging her confused joy as the iterator laughs and stutters in indecipherable tones. For a moment, they are comforted, happy even, her few memories brought back one final time.
A stab, a flash, and a digital scream.
Then, complete silence.
The creature slinks off the limp puppet, dark blood seeping from the puncture in her lower back. There is no need for comfort now; efficiency is the first priority. It steps backward, towering over the unconscious doll, holding out a sharp, metallic appendage like a scythe.
It raises the blade.
Without a hint of hesitation, it brings it back down, the precision of a surgeon and the elegance of a dancer in its strike.
Her umbilical is severed, cables cut, arm sliced cleanly where it meets the puppet. They scarcely even bleed or spark, so perfectly was the cut made.
The deed is done.
There is nothing left to do.
The creature curls up at the side of the lifeless iterator, emitting a half-mechanical purr.
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Heyo friends! ^-^
Wanna know how an artist works out??
Why, they use their own hand as reference while standing at a tilted drawing board, of course!
That being said, have some studies I'm doing right now :]
(featuring both of my hands, har har)
(and my eyeball, I gave up on trying to find The Right Reference™)
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...But seriously though, holding your arm out in front of you like that while trying to get a decent sketch down before you lose energy is a challenge and a half, I might even go as far as to say two :']
My arm started shaking around halfway through TT>TT
Inpromptu art workouts and corny jokes aside, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day! 🧡
Yours truly, Stickbug 🪲
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im-no-jedi · 2 months
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SPOILERS FOR MLWTBB (not really)
[takes place sometime after season 3, episode 2]
Hunter: hey I'm home
Hannah: OMG IT'S BEEN FIVE MONTHS WTF WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN WHAT'S GOING ON WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME YOU SMELL LIKE HOT GARBAGE AND LOOK LIKE IT TOO YOU BETTER START TALKING MISTER
Hunter: *realizing he is in DEEP trouble* .........I brought you a gift
Hannah: ohhhhhh no, that's not gonna work on me this time, don't even try it--
Hunter: *drags Mox, Deke, and Stak into the room* found these guys on an abandoned planet
Hannah: ........................................OMG YOU POOR BABIES WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU COME HERE I AM YOUR MOTHER NOW
Hunter: *deep exhale* works every time✨
😂😂😂
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ok but lambert and ciri having a one on one sparring session one day (normally geralt would be there to oversee, but today he and a few of the others got roped into helping vesemir with some chores inside the keep) and because lambert is lambert, and without anyone currently around to put him in check, he inevitably starts being a dick in some way or another. maybe he's actively teasing/heckling her, maybe he's just pushing her a little (or a lot) too hard, either way it is RELENTLESS, and ciri is dangerously close to being 100% FED UP
and lambert, seeing this but not REALLY seeing this, decides to make things that much worse and tells her, in his most mocking tone, to
"Go cry to daddy about it"
and this? THIS makes ciri's mouth, which surely had been about to release some form of scathing insult, snap shut and her face which was already flushed with frustration and exhaustion, go almost comically red with anger and, let's face it, embarrassment
because if there's one thing ciri HATES, if there's one thing she will not stand for, it's being treated like a baby
lambert, believing he has successfully put an end to the blondes ''whining'' opens his mouth to direct the girl back into her fighting stance to continue sparring, when suddenly who should make an appearance on the training grounds but the white haired devil himself?
"What's going on here?"
the familiar deep timber of geralt's voice is tinged with worry and suspicion as he approaches the two. though he had only just missed their earlier exchange, he could scent the bitter irritation radiating off ciri from a mile away. it was what prompted him to come check on them in the first place, and the unshed tears he sees glistening in her usually lively green eyes and the slight tremble of her lips as she presses them into a firm line in an unsuccessful attempt at disguising the show of emotion, makes him glad he did
though ciri would normally be loathe to admit this in the company of others, just geralt's mere presence and concerned gaze is enough to drain some of the tension from her body, and so in that moment before geralt can turn his questioning look to his younger brother, she makes a split second decision. she thinks to herself, fuck it, fuck THIS, FUCK YOU
and with way more force than is necessary, throws her wooden practice sword to the snow covered ground, and in a move which gives the older witcher a sense of deja vu, opens her arms wide to wrap tightly around his middle as she comes crashing into him with all her might
and just like that first day in the woods, he does not hesitate to return the girls embrace in full, in fact the stray tears he can now feel soaking into his shirt as she nuzzles into his chest only makes him hold her tighter
and lambert? well lambert only has about half a second to realize what a massive mistake he's made before he's got over 6 feet of angry protective witcher dad staring him down in a glare that rivals even that of vesemir (which is really saying something) and letting out a low growl that makes the red head shrink back and lower his gaze to the ground like a properly scolded pup
and if it weren't for the fact that said angry witcher was currently preoccupied swaying back and forth where he stood with his own pup held securely in his arms and whispering soft words of comfort into the girl's messy curls in an attempt to calm her shakey breaths (and FUCK. Oh fuck, oh gods he really fucked up this time) he knows his ass would most certainly be grass by now
fuck.
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casimania · 3 months
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If I had a nickel for every time my psychologist stared me straight in the eyes as she cracked open the DSM 5 after I brought up some issue I had in a self deprecating way that minimised said issue, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
Me 🤝 Having zero self awareness over my problems
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andy-clutterbuck · 1 year
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9x02 | The Bridge
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maranull · 5 months
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trying to write a convo between Meli and Polyanna, whom I headcanon are both cautious when dealing with strangers, is honestly a challenge
a full hour and I've written like... 4 lines? :/
why can't every character I write be as unhinged and unpredictable as (my version of) Marika. she's the easiest to write dialogue for
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somelazyassartist · 3 months
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Trying to figure out if a 23 pound metal shirt is something I would be able to survive in or if it would instantly crush me like a boulder being dropped on a tiny ceramic cat figurine
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