#so here's this

[ces-nenuphars]

#been rewatching dr who lately #so here's this #art #doctor who #billie piper #rose tyler #re-uploading to hopefully fix the transparency

[wizard-laundry]

i wonder what he's looking at

#so here's this #i guess #undertale #sans

[babyjapril]

Grey's Anatomy 11.23

Time Stops

#greysedit #gaedit #greysanatomyedit #april kepner #grey's anatomy #userlolo #mine #11x23 #i didn't have time to make a women's day set #so here's this #happy international womens day<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

[pawthorn]

Characters need flaws.

And I, personally, have never been able to take the Sam Riegel approach of choosing a flaw and playing into it. I find that my characters’ flaws tend to appear organically through their strengths.

Because their strengths are their flaws.

Other people online have explained this concept it better than I can, but it’s just what it says on the tin. Bravery is admirable at times, but it can be foolhardy and reckless. Honesty is important, but it can be blunt and uncouth. Loyalty is wonderful, but it can lead to unhealthy relationships.

With that said, lets talk about Taliesin Jaffe’s characters.

Taliesin's characters often get idealized. It's why Molly is seen as almost saint-like in fandom. It's why Caduceus gets flattened to "therapist friend who always knows what to say." It's why fans were upset by NPC Percy, and the way he interacted with Bell's Hells. And I think this stems from the fact that all these characters' flaws flow from their strengths.

Take Caduceus, for example. He's one of my favorite characters of all time, not because he is flawless, but because his strengths and flaws are dynamic, interesting, and motivate him and the story he is part of.

Caduceus is extremely insightful, and genuinely wants to help people grow and become better. Those are strengths the Mighty Nein desperately needed. They needed someone to believe that good things were ahead, that they could and should change the world and themselves for the better.

At the same time, his focus on "fixing" causes him to view people as projects. He often minimizes and ignores his own pain and emotional distress in order to focus on the practical. He is judgmental of the ways others dealt with their pain.

These flaws make sense! They create opportunities for interesting role play and story moments! They are indications that Caduceus is a three-dimensional and well-rounded character!

But people get defensive when these flaws are pointed out. Because caring for your friends is good and helping people is good so Caduceus is good and saying otherwise is hurtful and wrong. As if Caduceus is a real person being attacked, instead of a character who fits into a specific narrative- a narrative based on conflict and mistakes and not being a perfect sweet bean.

Because strengths, carried to their extreme and in certain situations, can always become flaws.

So Caduceus is generous and optimistic, but because of this, he tends to view pain as a problem that he can solve.

And the strengths that make Percy a brilliant tactician also make him controlling and paranoid.

Molly has the confidence to be unapologetically authentic, but this makes him arrogant and dismissive of other perspectives.

Ashton is unflinchingly honest and unafraid to stir-up shit, which makes him blunt, off-putting, and the target of unwanted attention.

Anyway, learn to love characters' flaws as part of their whole, as emerging from their strengths and an important part of the narrative, and I bet you'll find a whole new world of understanding and enjoyment.

#critical role #taliesin jaffe #cr meta #caduceus clay #percival de rolo #mollymauk tealeaf #ashton greymoore #i got some weirdly defensive responses about ashton and caduceus' different relationships to pain #so here's this #long post #read more

[2009-ghost]

safe to say könig bought a car after this ride lmao

#call of duty #cod fanart #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #könig #kim horangi hong jin #horangi #kortac #horangi drives a mazda rx7 #this whole thing started bc i thought abt those fuzzy car dice #and a hill i will die on is that horangi has them in his car #so here's this #enjoy #it looks like piss without shading but i am lazy #and depressed as shit #holy fuck im about to fail school #korangi #maksimka explodes #maksimka art

[x-gothicmess-x]

I can't go back to sleep after a bad dream and so here I am about to tell Tumblr about my damn TNMN sona x canon character bs. First off I call their ship the stupidest thing aka Lavender Milk, andddddd my sona and Francis met in high-school, a very silly classic "high-school sweethearts" situation. They didn't get married straight out of high-school due to hesitation to rush things from my sonas part out of worry that rushing things wouldn't go well. And about a year after high-school they got married. The apartments they live in at the moment (aka the ones in game) has always been where they lived after moving out of their parents homes. As a couple they can be very quiet especially with them both being prone to exhaustion and so they can proudly say there's never been a noise complaint received. They prefer to have music playing rather than watching tv. It's the 50s so ofc my sona is cooking and cleaning but she's perfectly happy because her little job at a local library Isn't very demanding and she just likes doing it in general especially cooking. They both always sleep better w/ each other- like their presence very much effects how well they rest. Sometimes my sona has way more energetic moments and Francis will just sit back and shake his head with a smile, it's usually when she's very happy/excited about something or when she's with her fav gals (mia and the twins) I'm gonna stop yapping now but that's just some silly stuff.

#my sona #sona #oc x canon #sona x canon #francis mosses #tnmn oc #tnmn sona #tnmn #thats not my neighbor #mia stone #selenne sverchzt #elenois sverchzt #i cant sleep #so here's this #love my sona #sorry there's no art #ive been artblocked #i hate artblock #but i love francis #that's not my neighbor #Lavender Milk

[whatsagirltoblogabout]

Opposite of an Intellectual

“The opposite of an intellectual… you really think you could do that, Caffrey?” Jones asked, reading through the cover description.

“Do what?” Neal responded, blinking at them in confusion. Instead of the overly innocent smile that would usually accompany a question like that from Neal, his face was just blank curiosity. It seemed that for once the con man wasn’t messing with them; he just hadn’t been paying attention. 

“Be the opposite of an intellectual,” Diana repeated for him with an incredulous chuckle. 

Neal’s brows furrowed lightly in confusion. ‘What’s an… intellectual?” he asked, seeming to struggle to recall the word. 

Diana scrutinized him, but despite all the years she had spent working with Neal Caffrey, she couldn’t find a single tell that he was lying. By all appearances, Neal Caffrey genuinely did not know the word ‘intellectual.’

“On second thought, that’s kinda scary,” Jones decided, taking an unconscious step backwards. “Please stop.” 

Neal finally broke, giving them a devious grin and a theatrical bow. Diana had to admit, seeing firsthand how convincingly Neal could become someone diametrically opposed to his actual self was a bit terrifying. The short demonstration had left her heart pounding and breathing slightly shallow. 

“Remember this the next time you doubt me,” Neal warned cheerfully, winking at them before sauntering away. Diana and Jones looked at each other once he was gone.

“That was scary, right?” Jones asked.

“Yeah,” Diana confirmed, “that was definitely scary.” 

Then an idea hit her. “I wanna see Peter’s reaction!”

#white collar #white collar fanfic #neal caffrey #diana berrigan #clinton jones #my fics #why am I like this #it's not exactly what I was talking about earlier - no abs unfortunately #but the idea for this came to me while brushing my teeth and I thought might as well write it you know? #so here's this #my first publicly posted white collar fanfiction #and it's exactly 250 words that I wrote in 15 minutes after being struck by inspiration while brushing my teeth #seems about right #of course my life is chaotic like that #I do eventually plan to post stuff to AO3 #but I want my first wc fic on there to be the multichap that I'm working on #so until then this lives here on Tumblr #go easy on me please I wrote this in 15 minutes in the middle of the night #not to dox my timezone but this was literally written from 12:05 - 12:20 AM #so yeah anyway #I made a thing #hope y'all like it #girlwriting

[pan-perkozeq]

become a

[ A bug it is ]

#autisic pebbles au #rw five pebbles #A #five pebbles rain world #rain world five pebbles #rw iterator #rain world iterators #digital doodles #doodles #ask me things #ask me anything #asks #rain word downpour #rw downpour #rw dp #rain world downpour #rain world art #rain world #rain world iterator #the sillies #the sense of this ask is beyond my perception of imagination #my brain just overheats every time when I attempt to figure out what is this about #so here's this #“A” ITERATOR

[endy-merimo]

uh oh i thinks you asked the wrong question, huh?

#i'm practicing on the dynamic poses and quick sketch #so here's this #it's also just to spend time while i wait for my friends to make characters for my dnd campaign #spies are forever #tin can bros #owen carvour #saf #art #tcb #digital art #my art #curtwen #tw eyestrain

[pockykierra]

Crowley hated this.

No, not watching Aziraphale prance ahead of him, absolutely beaming with his plans for the meeting that night. It wasn’t that he hated. In Crowley's eyes - snake-like as they were - any moment spent admiring his angel was a moment well spent. He could never detest seeing Aziraphale so happy, exuding pure excitement and energy. Never.

What he hated was the distance. Aziraphale was barely an arm's length away, Crowley swaggered only a few steps behind - and yet, despite everything, despite the years of them being an "us, " it still felt like a chasm between them. Something keeping them out of reach from one another, this time entirely out of the influence of Heaven and Hell.

Though, in all honesty, it wasn't the physical nature of the distance that bothered him. For them - for Crowley - it would never be that simple. If only he could pick up his pace so he was walking side-by-side with Aziraphale, and everything would feel right in the world. If only their proximity was the issue.

No, it wasn't the gap between their bodies that he despised. It was what it represented. He hated the distance between them because it symbolized where Aziraphale would always be for Crowley.

Just out of reach.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #good omens fanfiction #good omens season 2 #I've just been having SO MANY FEELINGS about them today but I don't have time to write a full fic #so here's this #I have a notes folder full of quotes I periodically think of (usually while I'm trying to sleep lmao) #and I saw this one that I wrote down literally like five years ago and I thought it fit them PERFECTLY #I should start looking into that folder more often and not just writing things down and forgetting about them #pkfanfics #crowley #aziraphale

[jugacolours]

#snow white with the red hair #akagami no shirayuki hime #akagami no shirayukihime #zen wisteria #zen wistalia #ok so i needed a new twitter banner and i wanted to colour zen again (i'm sorry i'm in love with him) #so here's this #next will be mitsuhide I SWEAR #and then after mitsuhide i have a project planned #a project that will be my love letter to the ans community #okay enjoy :)

[queenlucythevaliant]

The Things They Carried to Mordor (with apologies to Tim O’Brien)

When the Fellowship left Rivendell, Frodo Baggins carried an unadorned gold ring on a chain round his neck. The ring was not heavy; it weighed only three ounces, but he was always aware of it.

Frodo also carried a sword called Sting that his uncle Bilbo had given him which glowed blue when Orcs were nearby. It was not a sentimental gift, but it came with a kind of Sentiment all the same. He kept Sting it in a shabby leather scabbard which he had also gotten from Bilbo. Sting weighted nineteen ounces and the scabbard four more.

The scabbard was Sentimental to Frodo, much more so than the sword was, for it was worn in places where Frodo was certain that his uncle must have rubbed it. Bilbo did not come with him on the journey to Mount Doom, and though Frodo was glad of it, sometimes he would run his fingers over those worn places and imagine that his uncle’s fingers were there too; that their fingertips were touching through time across that piece of leather.

The things they carried were determined by necessity, but not exclusively. Frodo’s cousin Peregrin Took carried two pipes and an overstuffed pouch of pipe-weed. All of the hobbits carried pipe-weed, and so did Gandalf the wizard and Aragorn the ranger, but Peregrin Took carried the most of anyone. Each of his two pipes weighed three ounces, for a total of six, but to Pippin it was worth it if it meant that he was in no danger of being bereft of his most important luxury.

Many miles later, he would give his second pipe to Gimli the dwarf and they would smoke together on the edge of ruin. The gesture was a repayment of a debt, and it made Pippin's pack a little lighter. He had only one pipe with him when he journeyed to Minas Tirith.

Merriadoc Brandybuck carried a conspiracy, even after the whole company had embarked; it had been months since he’d explained himself to Frodo, but he couldn't put the conspiracy down. The conspiracy was Loyalty and Courage in the face of terrible Fear. It was heavy and not.

Merry carried maps and the knowledge of maps. He carried Pippin, who was still only a tweenager and could be a right danger to himself and others, who was his younger cousin and his responsibility; he carried Pippin until he couldn't anymore, until Pippin rode south with Gandalf and Merry remained in Rohan. He also bore a knife weighing thirteen ounces which he would one day use to smite the Witch King of Angmar. It didn’t seem very heavy to him until Pelennor, when Éowyn unveiled herself to Death and Merry realized that he had a sword too.

Samwise Gamgee carried the most out of anyone in proportion to the size of his small body. After they abandoned their pony at the gates of Moria, he carried all his cooking gear, which consisted of a small tinder box, two small shallow pans (the smaller fitting into the larger), a wooden spoon and a short, two-pronged fork, some skewers, and a little box of salt that he always carried and refilled when he could. Together, all of these items weighed about eighteen pounds. He also carried his own supply of pipe-weed, flint and tinder, woolen hose, linen, and various small belongings of Frodo’s that Sam had stored away on his behalf. He did not carry any rope with him at that time, a fact which frequently vexed him. He really ought to have remembered to bring some rope.

They all carried gifts from the Lady Galadriel: Boromir, Merry, and Pippin each bore a silver belt weighing between one and three pounds depending on the girth of the waist for which it was made. Boromir's was the heaviest, and it traveled with him down Rauros in the end.

Until he was killed, Boromir of Gondor carried a long sword and a shield, three and four pounds respectively, and his war horn, which he still would have carried if it had weighed a ton. He carried his father’s suspicions and his brother’s hopes and all the glories of Gondor. Boromir was trying very hard to be a good man.

Aragorn carried, in order from lightest to heaviest, the Elfstone, Arwen’s love, and his own lineage. He hauled Arwen’s love up the hills and across the plains until at last she sent him a banner to carry. He carried his lineage in the form of a sword called Andúril, which did not seem heavy to him anymore, having borne it for so long.

Legolas bore a new bow from the Lady Galadriel and Gimli three strands of hair. The hair weighed almost nothing, but Gimli carried it like he might have carried a silmaril, which everyone knows were very heavy. Gimli was the sort of person who could assign precious things their whole worth: maybe this came from being a Dwarf and from growing up surrounded by treasures, but Legolas didn’t think so. He thought Gimli could see what things were worth just by the kind of person he was.

Because the nights were cold, each member of the Fellowship wore an elven cloak, which could be used as a raincoat or a groundsheet or as camouflage or a makeshift tent. Sometimes, when they were afraid, they would all pull their cloaks tighter around their too-small-for-this shoulders and try to feel a little warmer. It would have been easy to succumb to the cold. Sometimes, the strongest thing in the world is simply to keep warm on a cold night.

Frodo bore a phial of starlight, which came from a silmaril but which he carried like a shield. Along with the phial, he carried words of Quenya that he had learned long ago from his uncle Bilbo: “Aiya Eärendil elenion ancalima!” The words weren’t magic, not from Frodo’s ordinary hobbit-lips; but they pushed back the dark a little when he held his silmaril-light aloft. He carried elvish prayers, stories and the hopes of stories, "They cannot conquer forever" and "I can manage it, I must." When a person is desperate, survival is 98% mantras.

After they broke with the rest of the Fellowship, Sam carried less and less. The food was finite and gradually it ran out. Eventually, even the salt ran out. He carried rope (finally) and a box of soil and seed from the Lady Galadriel. After a while, he forgot about the box of soil sitting in the bottom of his pack, but he never lost sight of what it represented. The only thing that Sam wanted really was to return home with his master and plant seeds in the ground. He was a gardener, after all.

For a short time, Sam carried the ring; he took up what Frodo could no longer bear, and he found that it was every bit as Heavy as he’d imagined. The ring weighed only three ounces, but that wasn’t true at all.

Frodo and Sam carried the Black Land itself: Mordor, the place, the ash and dry dust that clung to the soles of their feet, their hair, their nostrils. They carried it inside them after a while and they never got rid of it. They carried the world. All of Middle Earth, they carried it: Gandalf’s foolish hope, Aragorn’s destiny, Faramir’s kindness. They moved like aged pack mules, picking their way across the desolate wastes. Sometimes, they walked until they were numb to it and all they could do was walk for the sake of walking in the knowledge that someday they would get There or die in the attempt. They plodded along slowly, dumbly, one step and then the next, toiling up hills and across marshes and down ravines, up and down and up again, because they were fighting a war and war is entirely a matter of posture and carriage, a kind of inertia, a kind of emptiness, a dullness of desire. They carried their hopes in their feet.

Frodo carried Gollum’s oath and Smeagol’s soul. He carried his own soul too, slowly coming loose from his body with the growing burden of the Ring. He carried gravity. He carried the whole sky The ring was very Heavy now. It weighed more than anything he’d ever had to carry before. It weighed 216.09 pounds per square inch: weight multiplied by weight.

Sam carried music and wonderment. He carried duty to his master, the image of Rosie Cotton dancing, starlight and songs about starlight. These things were all intangible, but for Samwise Gamgee they all had their specific lengths and masses and tangible weight. They were hard to hold onto, always trying to slip off his tired back and fall by the wayside. Each time, Sam picked them back up and carried on.

Sam carried Frodo, in the end.

Frodo weighed forty-two pounds; he was heavier than all the cooking gear, but he weighed a great deal less than he had at the start of the journey. When Sam staggered to his feet, he was amazed at the lightness of his burden. His master was no heavier than a child carried piggy-back on a summer's day in the Shire.

Hope carried them all and they all carried Hope. This is not a paradox. When the Eagles carried Frodo away from Mount Doom, his hand was a little bit lighter.

#i keep seeing all these comparisons between lotr and all's quiet on the western front #which does make sense because tolkien served in ww1 #but i read The Things They Carried on a plane when i was sixteen and it's haunted me ever since #so here's this #leah stories #i will not say the day is done #tolkien legendarium #pontifications and creations

[opal-tea]

images absolutely no one asked for

#sketch always looks better smh #kiesha'ra #art things #hawksong #snakecharm #falcondance #wolfcry #wyvernhail #anyway i got a new computer and art just got 1000% easier for me #so here's this #im back in my drawing eyes gigantic era

[idlyfretting]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Dolores Umbridge, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Hogwarts Fifth Year, Harry Potter is So Done, Anger, Slytherin Harry Potter, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry gets re-sorted into Slytherin, but that's not the plot, Smart Harry Potter, Harry is a Little Shit

Summary:

“Longbottom is a worthless excuse for a wizard. He’s not even a proper Gryffindor, if there even is such a thing.” Malfoy glanced across the table at Crabbe and Goyle. “What kind of lion runs away from a snake?” The two boys and Parkinson laughed mockingly.

Harry had been content to just leave, feeling more irritated with the others than any actual anger. But as he was standing up, he caught sight of Umbridge sitting at the head table fairly close to the Slytherins, giggling into her napkin in obvious mirth.

Yeah, fuck that.

or

After being re-sorted into Slytherin at the beginning of fifth year, Harry has finally had enough of Malfoy. But instead of letting his anger take hold in a very Gryffindor way, he lets his inner snake out to play.

#harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #slytherin harry #slytherin harry potter #hogwarts fifth years au #harry potter ao3 #i had an idea that wouldn't let me go #so here's this #harry potter centric #harry potter fic

[tartt9]

COACH, I NEED RICHMOND.

 tartt9 is an independent & selective jamie fucking tartt from apple tv's ted lasso.           est. april 2023. 'til i die, s [ 26. they/them. ]

a study in hearing a crowd chant your name. finding a family. playing through you, not to you. going from a council estate to the premier league. achieving dreams. manifestation. accountability. adaptability. finding your direction. playing for club & country. personal growth. learning from the best to become the best.                     being one of eleven.

             and richmond needs you.

#ted lasso rp #tl rp #tv rp #indie ted lasso rp #indie celeb rp #been writing jamie since april and i still don't know how to tag these things #anyways i saw a bunch of fancy 4 frame promos on the dash these past few days and i thought id try my hand at it #and ive been wanting to try sound mixing for a promo for months #so here's this

[thesunwillart]

[ i support womens rights. but i also support womens wrongs. i love when they do bad things ]

#unexpectedly had a weirdly fun time at dr strange 2 #so here's this #wanda maximoff #dsmom #mcu fanart #mcu #doctor strange multiverse of madness #scarlet witch #is this a spoiler. probably not