#so you get both

[frostbitebakery]

run, boy, run

this world is not meant for you

#commander fox #cc 1010 #star wars #star wars the clone wars #my art #the clone wars fanart #I couldn’t decide to beard or not to beard #so you get both #wip title: lunch break #this is not for The Unlucky Ones #I just like his foxy hair #frostbitebakery art

[compare-and-conform]

Take me as you please

#me #its meeee #mombod #girls with brown eyes #couldn’t pick one #so you get both #tssf #pop punk #girls with tattoos #NOT MY FUNKO POPS IN THE BACK

[yourfavehaskenergy]

every queer person has kenergy

Every Queer Person from Real Life has Kenergy!

#I couldn’t decide which one I liked better #so you get both #pink triangle #queer community #queer #queer pride #barbie #barbie movie #kenergy #barbie 2023 #barbie and ken #and ken #yourfavehaskenergy #ken #ryan gosling

[pencap]

did you know from the start that we would never make it out with our hearts unbroken and our souls unsullied and our graves undisturbed?

this earth has always been thirsty for the taste of our blood and even two bodies bled dry drop by pomegranate-red drop on the tip of a thousand blades cannot quench this endless desert.

but this earth was born thirsty and it will water its fields with our blood or kill us trying.

did you know that when you first stepped foot on this parched land?

this forest has always been hungry for the marrow of our bones and even two bodies picked clean bite by teeth-gnashing bite in the maws of a thousand beasts cannot fill this bottomless maw.

but this forest was raised hungry and it will feed its children with our flesh or kill us trying.

did you know that when you first stepped foot in these starving woods?

i did. i did. i always knew that you would be my death that choosing you was choosing death

and i chose you anyway.

#OH GOD THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO IN MY DRAFTS NOT MY QUEUE #the wide-eyed knowledge #the choosing of the tragedy #i am back on the theme!!! #tbh if i wanted this poem to be properly snappy i should pick one of the two metaphors #but....i like both...... #so you get both

[warpedwings]

Happy National Suspenders Day! [October 20th]

#misha collins #national suspenders day #suspenders #lederhosen #that eclipse outfit is one of my favorite things misha has ever worn #couldn't pick between the black & white and color version from the Rogue photoshoot #so you get both #from cutie pie to stunner #misha is beautiful

[trashgavin]

Beware, beware the daughter of the sea

#world of warcraft #jaina proudmoore #art #mine #unsure which i like better #so you get both

[noemitenshi]

#troy otto #daniel sharman #ftwd #fear the walking dead #danielsharmanedit #dsharmanedit #i couldn't decide on a coloring #so you get both #my gif

[wyverncult]

i've given up on colouring

#svsss #bingqiu #bingyuan #the scum villain's self saving system #scum villain #scumbag system #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #my art #mxtx #mo xiang tong xiu #ren zha fanpai zijiu xitong #i intended to make sy look a liiittle bit shorter but they're sitting so its fine #anyway i feel as though shen yuan that poser would be very stylish personally #normally i dont post sketchy pieces but it's like fine at this point right. couldn't figure whether i liked it with or w/o shading #so you get both

[catgrub]

show doodles! got to see jeffrey lewis the other day and it fucking ruled

#jeffrey lewis #i like the vibes of the sketch better but the lined vers looks more like him #so you get both

[clingylilhoneybee]

🍑🍑

#are they almost the same gif? #yes #can I not decide which one to post? #also yes #so you get both #you are v welcome #me

[dyrewrites]

Pale Blood (revised) - monsters but not-yet-boyfriends dealing with feelings

Ron caught Delmas midway up the bloodbank’s stairs.

With stiff lips and  low eyes, he shoved an unbroken bag of blood—and a muffin from a cupboard in the breakroom he’d have to apologize to Odea about later—into his hands.  And though it was not something he had ever done unprompted before, he hugged him. Tight and quick Ron hugged him, but Delmas caught him before he could retreat and returned it tighter, refusing to let go until he tapped his back.

With a sad smile, Ron patted him on the chest, still silent and turned back to the hall that would take him into the lab—and the cat that yowled for its seat—walking at a slower pace than he’d arrived.

Delmas watched, until he could no longer see his shadow darkening the happy bats along the walls, before he continued up the rest of the stairs.

In reception, the last drops of rain through the mist it brought stopped him. Staring through the flickering lights, out into the wet gloom, Delmas wondered of the embrace and the silence—two things Ron was not known for. But the young voice that spoke through his netlink, that spoke Den’s worry with warbling cheer, rose in memory to drown all else.

Ron’s fine, he told the confused prickling on his skin, he’s always fine, and he has that—that…He couldn’t recall the name of the witch downstairs—the one he’d spent most of his day beside—and, when he tried again, her face wisped as well.

But she didn’t matter.

Den mattered.

He was in danger and Delmas had promised to come running if he called and so he drained every drop of blood from the gifted bag, set the empty on the counter and turned to face the misty evening—with half a muffin in his face.

Stepping through the sliding glass doors, as he had countless times before, he left Ron to languish in the backrooms—as he had…countless times before.

Delmas splashed through puddles and cracked sidewalk screens, rushing as fast as his blood and feet would allow—unheard beyond the crackle of his footfalls. Yet, as eager as he was to meet Den again, to hold him safe and whole in his arms, worry whispered, Will it be him?

Wolves varied in how well they controlled their beasts and Delmas knew of those who remained themselves, who kept a vice grip, but those were not the ones that filled his mind. What filled him then, jittering too rough beneath his skin, were the wolves he’d taken home too close to halfnight. The ones that insisted they were stronger, that they could keep its rage—its lust—growling but compliant. He shivered, stuttering in his mad dash through the slums, well aware it was not the chill creeping through his coat but the memories raking his nerves.

And, rushing under a bridge, he fought for breath as that fear threatened to steal it away. As the street he sped along jolted up into a mountain of asphalt and neon, bordered by towering walls of glass and metal, they begged with bright flashes for his attention.

While he begged his fears to settle, it’ll be Den, he assured them, it’ll be him…it will. But the mantra did nothing to soothe the dread gnawing in his belly as he drew ever closer to his apartment, his home, and the beast he invited to it.

000

Directions flashed, scrolling in projected light in front of Den’s eye, but he didn’t need them. Outside the miasma of the underground, even the smog-choked air was a welcome scent, spiced with recent rains. It was a known scent, comfortable, familiar, but not what he sought.

Huffing the smog and rain from his snout, he searched for another, a warm earthy scent that sparked with the magic of the Wylds.

He won’t want what you’ve become, his beast growled, scratching at the cage he’d made for it; walled in with the disgust and shame of his mother’s lustful howl.

But Den knew better. I am what he wants, he told his beast as surely as he told himself, no matter the form I take.

That certainty he chased, keeping himself hidden in dark alleys and on the rickety bridges of fire escapes. He hid not for fear of exposing his beast, but because the shift took his clothes and, while the populace was perfectly comfortable with shifted wolves wandering the streets in the gloom of halfnight, they were less accustomed to them doing so naked.

Minara screamed laughter with each terrified leap into the shadows as footsteps sounded on the screens or the LEDs of the streetlamps flashed with oncoming traffic. Although delight in her brother’s shocked and frightened gasps tugged mercilessly, she had other interests begging harder for her attention. The voice on the netlink, so worried and sweet, had been a male voice. One her brother named by the lyric of a love song—a common misconception to all who failed to catch the lyrics at the end of it—and the potential embarrassment was too delicious not to poke at.

“Is he cute?” She asked, squeaking as they leapt from fire escape to fire escape.

Den didn’t answer, his beast was laughing and he could hear nothing else.

“Mori?” Minara tried again, tugging harder on her brother’s ears, “is your boyfriend cute? He sounded cute.”

You think I meant your flesh and fur? Den’s beast asked with a wave of burning shame, No, you are no monster haunting the shadows. You are nothing to fear, just a wretched little thing. Look how you hide, how you squirm on these weak grates. Afraid of being seen, of being known, and you think he can want that? You think he waits for a wet sack of tears?

Shuddering against the laughter swelling in his mind, a laughter both his and not, Den fought for purchase in the scrape of his claws on metal siding. Continuing, higher up the building, shimmying around open windows and hung décor he found another set of stairs and grating to climb—another distraction to hold.

“Tell me about Mister Morning Fire,” Minara whined, yanking fur.

But the beast was not done with Den. Its laughter drowned all else, raking against his skull like so many claws, and he bled with a bite to his lip. Clinging to the pain of it, he held it through greater laughter as he leapt to another building, another grate.

“Do you love him?” Minara asked, in that simple, honest way that only children could.

Den heard her then. Her question stabbed through the growling laughter of his beast, through its insistence of his weakness and frailty. Singing to him, warming him, bubbling in his gut in a way no fears ever could and he froze. On a grate of rusted metal, beside the frightened flaps of nesting birds, Den considered his sister’s question.

And then he answered, as simply as she’d asked, “I do.”

#writeblr #snippet #novel #writing #urban fantasy #pale blood #why yes the narrator does enjoy ruining moods #i had to include both scenes if i were to share one #so you get both #they are in order in the manuscript too

[teddie-bear22]

Soft coffee break and also my profile pic <3

#i couldnt decide which version i liked more #so you get both #jon sims #the magnus archives #tma jon #rusty quill tma #jonathan sims #my art

[liittle-my]

It’s been too long since I’ve been able to design shit the way I want to!!

feel free to use these to make your phone super emo and cool

#I couldn’t choose between textures lol #so you get both #no credit necessary #but if you do I will love you forever and hug you and kiss you and #ty julien for telling me these are Tumblr worthy #my chemcial romance #mcr #gerard way #mikey way #ray toro #frank iero #thank you for the venom #graphic design #designers on tumblr #ray does things #raymbles

[nerdsbianhokie]

63 + 86- I’m a sucker for the Alex/Lucy pairing, but if anyone comes to mind…

63. Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 86. I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On 

as if this isn't the main premise of so many wips over the years lolol

I have two ideas, actually

First, canon divergence. Lucy doesn't leave after s1, and her and Alex become close friends. Within a few weeks everybody thinks they're dating

Lucy would love to be, but Alex hasn't figured out she's gay.

Alex and Lucy start to have movie nights, and on one of these nights, kinda tipsy, something happens (not sure what) that leads to Lucy saying 'I didn't mean to turn you on'

and Alex stutters out that Lucy didn't (she absolutely did)

Alex figures stuff out soon after that

Idea two

Lucy is a very realistic android who has gained sentience. They live in a world where sentient AI are banned and shut down instantly, so the two of them live on the run, always moving around.

Lucy always hides as a human, but the danger is massive

Eventually they make their way to where Alex grew up and spend some time with her family.

Her family, of course, mistakes them for a couple, and they go along with it as a cover

the problem? they do both really like each other but don't know how to handle it

Before they can figure out their next move, something happens that makes somebody (who has probably been a low key antagonist to this point, possibly a guy who liked Alex when they were young) start to suspect Lucy

There is drama and danger and at some point the two of them are together, still not quite safe, and Alex admits that she never meant to turn Lucy on, that she had simply been trying to create a VI to help with some stuff, and Lucy had just happened.

They find safety, of course, and begin to see how they could be in a relationship with each other

#director danvers #luclex #i was writing out the first one when the idea for the second slammed into me #so you get both

[marroncow28]

LASZLO!!!

#I couldn't decide which picture was best #so you get both #wwdits #laszlo cravensworth fanart #laszlo cravensworth #matt berry #what we do in the shadows #im actually really proud of this #im really bad at drawing #but this is actually decent #in my opinion #not a reblog

[neuvillettes]

incoming matchup for @elciaelie

#i couldnt choose a sibling #so you get both #skdfhkajdhfsas #i am horrible at making decisions sorry >.< #εꨄ︎з | lias 400 matchup #event : closed