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its-malarkey · 6 months

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A couple of weeks ago I bothered to spend the time to write out Wukong and Macaque’s leitmotifs because I noticed that they were very similar, differing primarily in that they weren’t identical, but up to a certain point were almost major vs minor versions of each other’s themes (pictured below)

Again, you can tell they’re not identical on paper, but to the ear they sound very similar, and it’s obviously not a coincidence that they start off with the same rhythm. You apparently can’t add more than one video to a post, so I’ll put the Macaque bit that I clipped and just say that I got Wukong’s from the end credits.

The similarities are notable, again, featuring Wukong in a major key and Macaque in minor key. (The version I wrote out is not in the same key as the clip; it was easier to compare them on paper when I wrote them in the sameish key.)

I’m no music analyst, I just took a year of the required colleges courses for music and switched away from it and still have everything ingrained in my head, so there’s not anything in particular I’m trying to say here, I just go bananas for it every time I hear either theme :))

Edit: I drew this out on FireAlpaca and forgot to mention that earlier. It’s not particularly relevant but I do think it’s funny

#oh to be sun and moon #to have your motif be a dark/light reflection of your most important person #truly loving the life #(so very gay of them)#lmk macaque #lmk #lego monkie kid #lego macaque #lmk Wukong #lmk sun wukong #Lego sun Wukong #Shadowpeach #lmk monkey king #lmk Shadowpeach #music analysis #not really lmao

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lexezombie · 17 days

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I had a dream a few weeks ago and for some reason Alastor was just in the bg sitting at a table watching me and the lady in my dream talk?

He looked weird so I decided to draw the dream-design <<

(This was NOT made as a fix before anyone gets confused lmao -- I'm aware he'd be a pain in the ass to animate, he's a pain in my ass to draw these 3 times << Personally, I wouldn't really change anything about Alastor if I did do an actual redesign for fun lmao I love his design how he is <3)

He had facepaint/markings that looked like a deer skull, which is hard to do on a human face but whatever (I do have an alt of this I don't like much that is more dream-accurate; he's more desaturated and has string on his antlers)

Anyway, have two edits/draw overs as I continue to tweak his colours (one I turned into a ref)

I tried to make it obvious he has fangs like actual fanged deer but I don't think that worked << (bolo tie my beloved)

I kinda fucked the wall up on the screenshot edit oops

Yall thought him being solid red was bad and blending in, this mf is the sAME COLOUR AS THE WALL (which was an accident cus I picked the colour before getting the screenshot LMAO)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #alastor the radio demon #alastor #alastor hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #edit #screenshot edit #screenshot drawover #au #hazbin hotel au #redesign #kinda?#not really lmao #shit from my dream #lexart #lexeart #au alastor

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sourgrenadine · 1 year

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first time drawing lingerie and its for a fucking low quality pokemon meme

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon larry #pokemon spoilers #not really lmao #pokemon meme

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sokkas-therapist · 3 months

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Ok so I decided I am going to post that “atla live action hot take” I mentioned

Click below the cut if you’re interested in hearing my take on the whole “taking away sokka’s sexism” thing

1) nobody is glorifying sokka’s sexism by saying it should be kept in the show. It’s quite literally the opposite. The original series did a great job using his sexism as a lesson; any time sokka made a sexist remark in the first 4 episodes it was made abundantly clear that he was wrong, and as soon as Sokka was proven wrong he admitted that he was misguided, apologized, quite literally bowed down on his knees to ask for forgiveness, and even asked to learn from the kiyoshi warriors, and excepted wearing their traditional uniforms, further surrendering his flawed perspective of societal gender roles. A wonderfully executed example of writers using their characters to teach viewers a lesson: which was, in this case, that sexism is wrong. Sokka’s sexism was not left unresolved, so why take away a valuable lesson in the show??

2) if you take away a character’s flaws…then they don’t have development. A character can’t learn and grow from their mistakes if they never make mistakes.

If a charecter starts off perfect and unflawed then they are surface level and lack depth or the ability for an arc.

And no, this is not saying that Sokka didn’t have many other admirable qualities like his intelligence and adaptability etc.. He 100% had those qualities. But one of the coolest things about the original atla series was their ability to flesh out side charecters and give them depth. A charecter who is simply smart then becomes smarter, or adaptable then becomes even more adaptable, lacks depth and internal conflict.

Sokka’s sexism was the starting point for his internal conflict. Sokka wasn’t just sexist to be sexist, or because the entire southern water tribe was misogynistic (and we know for a fact they weren’t, because if they were misogynistic, then Katara wouldn’t have been shocked when the North denied her waterbending training). He was misogynistic because being seen/accepted as a “man” and a strong warrior was all Sokka wanted after his father left him behind. In reality, we know his father was only trying to protect his son from the horrors of war. But to a young and impressionable child, Sokka internalized this as him not being “man” enough, so he dedicated himself to becoming the person he thought would make his father proud. He was always reaching for this unattainable standard he set for himself, which lead to him having a skewed and toxic view of masculinity that he took out on the women around him. He associated being a worthy warrior with being a traditionally masculine man, and leaned way too far into fulfilling the gender roles men and women are told to play in society in hopes of gaining his father’s approval. We see him do this by suppressing his feelings of inferiority as a nonbender, along with all the aspects of himself that he thought could be seen as “weak” or “feminine” (ex: his love for shopping and poetry and art that we see develop up until the literal end of the series).

So clearly, the vast majority of sokka’s charecter development that deals with internal conflict stems from the toxic view of masculinity and gender roles that he adopted after being left behind by his father, which caused him to outwardly lash out toward katara and Suki with misogynist comments. So taking away the sexism we see in the first few episodes eliminates important context that makes sokka’s character development throughout the entire series significant, not just an “iffy unnecessarily bigoted message”, because it was quite literally used to show that sexism was wrong.

I wasn’t going to say anything about this at first but seeing so many people display a fundamental lack of understanding for the premise of character development and the usage of charecter flaws to promote positive messages in media set me off. Just…WTF????

(Also I know I wrote a summarized version of this in the tags for another post but I wanted to expand upon it more and make this a separate post)

#does this make sense??#it ended up being very wordy so I hope the point still came across #but like. this is a topic that I’m very passionate about and I hate seeing people miss Sokka’s entire internal character arc #sokka #atla #atla live action #avatar #sokka appreciation hours #I think that’s the tag I use for this stuff?#if one person says ‘it’s not that deep’ I’m gonna lose it #not really lmao #my post #headcanons and stuff #avatar the last airbender #Netflix #avatar netflix #atla net

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weretheones · 1 year

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Untied

Plot: After months of friendship, Rick’s suddenly started avoiding you. You decide enough is enough and confront him. (Season 4)

Paring: Rick Grimes x Reader

Word Count:  2.2k

Warnings: none that I can think of?

A/N: I seem to have lots of motivation to write for mr. grimes when im having trouble doing something for daryl... interesting... (as always) thank u to @finalgirlrick for the constant support & advice. if u want more rick fics, check out her stuff. mwah <3

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Rick Grimes. What an asshole.

A bitter huff slipped past your lips, just like the broken cane you held slipped between the fence and into the eye of a walker. Across the field, where your attention really shouldn’t have been focused, said asshole was wearing those stupid gardening gloves you found him, dragging a hoe along a new patch of soil.

Had he thanked you for those gloves? Even pretended to care about the scrape on your forehead and the blood splattered up your sleeves after you got back? No and no. Why the hell would he? After all, you’d only spent the last year surviving together. Given him your shoulder to rest on when the burden of over a dozen lives became too much to bear. Comforted him through all those hallucinations he had after Lori...

Your jaw tightened. Maybe you were an asshole too; frustrated about your dead friend’s husband not paying you enough attention. Even if you’d never admit it out loud, certainly not to Maggie who seemed to never let up, you knew it was more than just familial care you craved from him.

Rick wiped the back of his hand over his forehead, dripping with sweat under the hot swell of the Georgian sun. As he reached up, so did his shirt, revealing a peak of stomach that meant shameful thoughts were about to swarm your mind. Fuck, you’d break a tooth if you kept squeezing your jaw like this. He was an asshole. A stubbornly quiet, unjustly attractive asshole.

“Hey,” Maggie called your name with a loose smirk. “You alright over there?”

You turned back to the fence and stabbed another walker’s skull. “Fine,” you muttered. “Just fine.”

By the time your shift was over, shades of pink and orange had painted the prison’s fields. Crops swayed in the soft breeze as the heat of the day began to slip away. Arms heavy from exhaustion, you left that cane at the fences and stumbled up the hill with a fierce rumble of your stomach.

“God, I’m hungry,” you groaned.

“Me too.” Maggie’s steps dragged beside you. “'N I need a shower.”

You glanced down to your sweat and blood-stained tank top and groaned again. The smell of the dead was pungent near the fence, even drifting out into the fields on particularly hot days, and after hours under today’s sun, you were sure some of it had rubbed off on you.

After long-deserved showers and a hearty helping of dinner, you and Maggie joined the others at the table. There was good discussion tonight: Glenn and Sasha debating what spot to loot next, Hershel and Beth retelling Judith’s first steps— even if you’d all been there for it because wasn’t it so cute that she went straight for Carl? Sometime between your fourth and fifth bite, something slammed on the table beside you.

“Alright, I know I said you could read them when I was done, but I gotta tell you, this one…” Carl pushed through the pile of comics, making a mess before lifting one with a blue and purple cover up to your face. “I’m warning you. Do not read this.” He flipped to the end. “To be continued! And guess when it came out? Two months before the outbreak. What a joke!”

A smirk grew at the boy’s passionate comic rant. You swallowed your bite and nodded along with his frustration.

“Oh, that is annoying.”

“So annoying!” he groaned. “But, uh, the other ones are good. No cliffhangers.”

“Thanks, Carl.” You smiled. After you’d gone through almost all of the prison’s library, and whatever other books they scavenged, he’d offered up his collection without hesitation. The kid had good taste, plus it gave you something to talk about. “I’ll get them back to you soon.”

As you reorganized the pile, he sat next to you.

“Where’s your plate?”

“My dad’s grabbing me one.”

Right as Carl answered, a freshly clean Rick approached the table— he must’ve just beat you and Maggie to the showers— with two plates piled of rice, meat, and those vegetables he worked so hard for. In the second of your eyes meeting his, your smile slipped from the sudden bitter taste in your mouth. Unsurprisingly, your plate became very distracting, dragging your eyes down while Rick sat across from Carl, just diagonal from you.

“Thanks, Dad.” Carl grabbed his fork and took an eager bite. Between chews, he mumbled, “We were just talking about that cliffhanger. Remember?”

Rick’s eyes flickered to you, and from the corner of your eye, you could see his jaw tense. He gave a polite nod of acknowledgement for his son, then quickly asked him about something else instead.

But Carl couldn’t seem to catch the hint— the completely obvious and ridiculously hurtful fact that Rick didn’t want to hear about the comics you would be reading, or anything about you, really. He’d made that plenty clear with his avoidant gaze and stiff behaviour.

“Oh, and tell him about that idea you had for the fences.” Carl nudged your shoulder.

You loved Carl to death, and you’d take a bullet for him, but sometimes you forgot he was still a naive kid. Rick looked at you, his brows slightly raised with expectation.

You cleared your throat, voice quiet and stiff, “I thought we could add some pillars to the fences where the walkers tend to clump up. There's been a lot of build-ups lately.”

Under Rick’s stare, you wanted to squirm— this was so infuriating— he was so infuriating. No matter how often you tried to dislike him, tried to push him away just as far as he’d done to you, the second those damn blue eyes brushed over you, every bit of your resolve crumbled. You pushed the rice around on your plate. His stare was burning hot, even if his tone with you was only ever uncommitted and bored; his eyes told a different story, something unspoken, of deep thought.

He probably hated you by now.

Only God knew what you did to deserve that, but something must have pissed him off after you welcomed the folk from Woodbury. Since the second there was peace at the prison— that there wasn’t a dangerous war or a desperate need for shelter to focus on, or that the visions of his dead wife stopped— you’d been left in the dust.

“That's a good idea.” Glenn chewed his last bite. “Don’t we still have some wood left over from the stables?”

When Maggie confirmed, you carefully raised your eyes back to Rick. His stare finally slipped off of you and down to the table before he nodded, slow.

“Yeah. Good idea.”

You gave him a brief, awkward hint of a smile— polite, even if you cursed him earlier— and then he excused himself. Something about checking on the fences himself, with that full plate still in his hands.

Carl sighed, and you looked at him with a raised brow.

“Did you guys have a fight?”

“What?”

He rolled his eyes. “You and my dad. You used to be so… close. Now you’re so weird around each other.”

“I—“ You shook your head, unsure how to answer. “We’re not fighting.”

“Well whatever it is, you both need to get over it.”

Brows furrowed with confusion, you dropped your fork onto your empty plate and turned to Carl. Your mouth opened, then closed, then opened, but nothing came out. You really didn’t know what to say— that you were sorry Rick woke up one day and decided he wanted nothing to do with you? Or that you couldn’t get the nerve to ask him about it, in case he really did hate you? That you had no idea what you’d do then, if the man you loved—

Glenn interrupted your racing thoughts. “He’s right. You two need to figure this out. It’s weird,” he mumbled.

Again, you had no words.

Maggie pulled your plate to her side of the table and placed it under hers. “Go talk to him. I’ll take your plate back.”

Those friends of yours really were annoying, you decided as you stomped toward the fences. Along the way, you noticed a stray plate on one of the courtyard picnic tables— Rick’s plate. From across the field, his figure stood under the dim light of the moon, so you huffed a breath and marched into the dark.

There were a lot of thoughts, a lot of questions and potential curses floating in your mind before you finally got within speaking distance of him. The crunch of gravel and dirt under your feet drew his attention. He turned, and suddenly there were no more words in your head.

“Wha’s wrong?” He asked as if there was only a reason for you to talk to him if there was an emergency— these days, it certainly felt like that was the case.

You snapped, “What the hell’s your problem with me, Grimes?”

To your displeasure, he inhaled, then shook his head. “I don’t have a problem with you.”

“Bullshit. We used to be friends, now you run every time I come near.”

“I—I’m not runnin’.”

“Then what is it, Rick?” Your voice dropped, the anger behind your words slipping into hurt. “Did— did I do something? Cause if that’s the case tell me so I can—“

“No. No, you didn’t…” He shook his head and turned. Rubbing that spot on his temple, and even though you hated causing him that stress, after months of silence and avoidance, you just needed to know. “You didn’t do anythin’.”

“Then why can’t you stand to— to talk to me? Or even look at me?”

Up and down, his shoulder moved with heavy breaths. As if the last few weeks weren’t true, you fell back into your friendly nature with him, wanting to become that comforting shoulder for him to lean on again, and you placed a soft hand on his back.

He moved his shoulder forward, tossed your hand off of him, and spun on his heel to face you.

“You really wanna know why I’m avoidin’ you?”

The part of his lips and the restrained look in his eyes tempted you; you nodded.

“I can’t be around you anymore.”

Confused, you stepped back. “What? What does that mean—“

“It means tha’ she’s gone, ‘n the war’s over, ‘n I— there’s nothin’ stoppin’ me now, ‘n I— I can’t stop myself.”

You tensed. “Stop yourself from what?”

“You know,” he sighed your name with the relief of a long-held secret coming to light.

You shook your head, swallowing down the lump of hope in your throat. Was he saying what you thought he was?

“Rick—“

“I can’t. You get it? I have my son, my daughter. I can’t… I can’t be thinkin’ ‘bout you like tha’,” he huffed. “I can’t be your friend ‘cause every time I’m near you...”

Frustration had pulled him closer, face only inches from you, and even under the low light of the moon, there was a visible darkness shifting over his bright blue eyes. They flickered down, brushing across the soft colour of your lips.

His jaw tightened and he squeezed his eyes shut. “I can’t stop thinkin’ it.”

Rick stepped back, panting, and you released a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. There was a voice in the back of your head screaming at you to say something— do something. Tell him how much he meant to you too. That even when you thought he hated you, you never stopped caring about him, never stopped wanting him that way. But you were quiet, only slow breaths passing your lips, in and out.

Regret and hurt glossed over his eyes, and he didn’t have to say it for you to know he was sorry for the way he acted. “That’s my problem. You didn’t do anythin’.”

Your mouth parted again, though this time, you meant to say something— anything that would convince him he didn’t have to stop himself, that this could be good, even if he still had the tan line of that ring wrapped around his finger.

Then you heard gravel. Footsteps.

“Dad! Judith’s walking again!” Carl jogged down the hill.

Rick’s sight slipped off you, falling on his excited and horribly timed son behind. A drop trickled down your cheek. You wiped the stray tear away with your sleeve, back to the oblivious but kind big brother approaching. That little movement was enough to snap Rick’s attention back to you, at least for a moment, and his expression fell. But a heavy silence had made its way between you two now, and there was a sinking feeling in your gut that it might linger past the boy’s presence.

Carl’s footsteps were right behind you now. With a heavy sigh, you turned to face him.

“Come on!” He urged.

You forced a smile, just like Rick, and followed him up back inside.

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A/N: rick is sooo horny 🙄 like control yourself...

if you’re reading this, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this fic. please feel free to leave feedback, it helps so much and I love to read it. have a lovely day <3

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definedbydaylight · 10 months

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“It’ll Be The Last Time” - Masterlist

Matty Healy x F!Reader

Series Summary: “You’ve known Matty since you were 14 and the boy has never failed to get on your last nerve, but over the years you two end up having unexplainable moments where you can’t help but feel you two are connected in a way you’ll never feel with anyone else, until one night he tells you something that may change how you view the boy forever…”

Chapters ೃ⁀➷

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 (coming soon)

Part 5 (coming soon)

Part 6 (coming soon)

maybe more parts who knows xx

#matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty #healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fanfiction #george daniel x reader #kinda?#not really lmao #i just love george so i had to add a little #he’s not an ass i promise #dbd matty fics #dbd it’ll be the last time

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frontallobotomy03 · 5 days

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cw minor suggestive comments

no new finished high quality sexy drawings or even sketches but I miss posting so take these whiteboard doodles of Adam (ft my ugly ass persona lmao who I kept forgetting has body and facial hair 💀💀) (might turn the first doodle into an actual drawing)

#art #my art #digital art #whiteboard #doodles #Adam #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel #self ship #oc x canon #sorta #Barely #NOT REALLY LMAO

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flowersforvax · 3 months

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Travis:... yeah I'll keep moving forward having felt Orym pull out of my hand-

Laura and Liam: proceed to make eye contact and lose it for a good fifteen seconds

Laura, that's his FATHER

..... just the words "pull out", huh. That's all it takes lmao

#s watches cr #c3e83 #cr spoilers #not really lmao #critical role

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feddy-34 · 3 months

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don't you want DEs in love? (pt. 3)

parts one and two

this has been a bit of a crazy year for them, and for the defense in general. nick's played at his usual level but knee issues are taking more of a toll on chase than he might want to admit because he's looked a touch slower and hasn't played quite at his best. i do think he's a little in his head right now considering 1. he's never made the playoffs before and 2. he's only twenty four! both majorly stepped it up in the second half vs detroit and i know they gonna kill it on sunday!!!!

anyway, here's the sweetest hug i've ever seen occur on an nfl sideline. they are so near and dear to each other they straight up ignored their d line bros whoops (also peep the matching cleats)

#nick/chase #my babies #go go go!#nick bosa #chase young #in their own damn world #nick bosa girlies pls get on this train im begging u #nfl rpf #not really LMAO

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snailfen · 7 months

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ive never gotten a shiny within the first few hours of play in pokemon legends: arceus or pokemon violet. even though its easier to find shinies in those games, ive only gotten my first shinies in post-game! but it finally happened, i got one in the first few hours of play for the easier shiny hunting games!