#we'll know everything

[slightly-depressed-sloth]

Breakfast burgers!

(As always click for better quality)

I’d like to think that Damian is visiting after his Robin shift and they’re getting in some supersons hang out time before school

My emergency commissions are still open with everything 10% off the final price!

Version without lighting effects (+coloured lines) and zoomed in version under cut;

#idk what about stress makes me decide to draw big pieces but let’s just say this took about 25 hours 💀 #supersons #super sons #is there a space I can never remember #damian wayne #robin v #jon kent #superboy #batfam #superfam #superman #but only on his way to work in the background #dc comics #dc #art #slightlyslothdraws #on a personal note in a really weird state of limbo rn regarding housing where we don’t really know what’s happening when #i feel a bit weird about having my emergency comms up when theres a possibility itll get sorted through a charity soon but everythings #really uncertain atm and if it falls through then we'll be back to square one #personal note aside please enjoy the boys they are my children and i love them very dearly #(Clark bought the burgers)

[bildads-shoes]

honestly i'm a bit obsessed with their wings. every scene i'm like ok but do you have wings? will you have wings? when will you have wings???

#good omens #good omens speculation #i think the scene i envision most often personally is the rooftop scene we'll presumably get in s3 #they properly talk everything through and then finally find shelter in each other again #like. we looked over the universe together and i offered comfort #we looked over the new world at the beginning of time and i offered comfort #and now we're looking over our little world in soho and we finally have our shot at forever and i offer comfort. i always will. #(but would it be another wing shelter or a wing hug???? i don't know?????)

[keymintt]

assorted honeybee things

#art #drawing #ocs #honeybee #digital #grimm #yarrow #my art #doodles #i think everything here is at least a month old and some of it is at least six months old i've been hoarding it hdgklfdhgl #as you can probably tell my the mermay yarrow. that i did in like. june #i have a few more unposted things but they're like. suggestive and i'm NERVOUS abt posting that #i do think abt making an 18+ bsky on occasion. we'll see #i KNOW i could do it on twt but twt is like. Too public. my brother is on there. he doesn't need to see that.

[tritoch]

wild to me to see posts like "wow everything in the tempest is named after shakespeare...emet you melodramatic bitch you sure loved theater". because the prospero-emet thing gets played up so hard in the english script and you can carry it so far!

like prospero is an asshole magician who, after being deposed by his brother as duke of milan, settles himself and his daughter on a remote island, enslaves the local spirits using his magic, and bitterly plots to reclaim his past glories. he rules through violence and deceit, and only survives and is reconciled when his plots reach their fruition and his brother is taken to his remote island and plots ensue and everyone decides he was totally right all along and they were huge dicks to him and they're sooooo sorry and he gets to go back and be duke again wow! and it's okay because he's like "i was only doing mean magic to get my rightful spot back and now i'm giving it up because magic is evil. :)"

the tempest is what emet wants his life to be. prospero is not a villain in the text of the tempest. he is barely treated as antagonistic by the text and framing of the play itself. all his abuses, his neglect and control of his daughter, his enslavement of caliban and ariel (local spirits/monsters/people of the island), his deception and plots against his brother, his abuse of magical powers (not awesome, from the pov of the contemporary audience), all that ultimately gets swept aside in the rightness of his return to milan and the warm feeling of the world being set to rights. prospero can't undo the years he spent on the island but they are ultimately a blip in his life before he returns to the rightful state of affairs. his abuse and enslavement of caliban, easily the worst thing he does in the play, is totally set aside when caliban goes "wow now i see how truly benevolent my master is. i love him and see the ways of christian good and i'm so, so appreciative he chose not to kill or beat me even though he totally could have and would have been in the right. he's so just and intelligent." everyone loves and forgives him and they all agree both his management of the island and his ultimate return are so good and so wise and so right.

emet comparing himself to the tempest (or being compared to it, depending on how you want to read the diegetic status of the place names) is absolute wishcasting. it is an attempt to manifest the happy ending he will never, ever get because his sins cannot and would not be forgiven in the way he wants. he wants to imagine himself as the righteous returned duke whose crimes, including the enslavement, abuse, and exploitation of those he saw as his rightful inferiors, were totally worth it, i promise. and if emet is prospero, the warrior of light is his caliban.

#emet-selch #ffxiv #hades #shadowbringers spoilers #like by the time you get to the end you've already spoken to the amaurotine shades and hythlodaeus in particular #it's incredibly clear that even if emet's plans come to fruition he is *utterly alien to the world he is trying to restore* #and like prospero is restored in the end. but his wife is still dead. miranda grew up isolated and alone. #also to take a somewhat more jaundiced view #the things he did to caliban and to ariel can never be undone. that stain is with him forever. #and i mean even IF you can just yank all those souls right out of zodiark and fix the whole thing #there's still everyone who died before the first sacrifice and after the second. also THE VOID IS THE VOID. #'yeah uh we'll just fix that. when zodiark is up and running properly.' #sure dude i totally believe your expertise on the problem you caused by not knowing enough. you definitely know enough now. #anyways he can't waver for even a moment bc it means acknowledging he has betrayed everything he ever claimed to believe in due to his grie #he is in blood stepped so far etc. if i can be allowed to mix my shakespeares #emet-selch more like emet-sunk cost fallacy

[yourhighness6]

It's absolutely criminal that we were never given any insight into the dynamics of the Water Tribe sib's family before Kya died beyond simply "katara was a mama's girl and sokka was a daddy's boy". And Kya! We only have one scene of Kya! We don't know basically anything about her personality besides that she was incredibly dedicated to her children. If anyone has any headcanons/ fic recs about the water family I'd 100% love to hear them

#we can glean a lot from kya's one scene but still #we know she was compassionate and brave and resilient and level-headed and everything katara wanted to be? #but did her daughter get her temper from her? her fighting spirit? or was she calmer in nature? #was she a jokester like sokka? #was she a fighter too? #did she have any southern waterbending ancestry? #we'll never know and I think that should be punishable by law #water family #kya #katara #sokka #hakoda #water siblings #atla #avatar the last airbender

[dustykneed]

poll below!! for funsies:

#star trek #star trek meme #poll #star trek fanart #star trek tos #star trek the original series #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #spock #jim kirk #mcspirk #tos #meanwhile as i shitpost i just started a new fic in my notes. we'll see how this goes (i say knowing full well i hv never finished a fic b4 #mainly i write for my own entertainment #posting actual writing is harder for me than posting art tbh! yes i put parts of myself into everything i make #but with art theres more plausible deniability in a sense. like i know that theres people out there who would probably enjoy my writing #but man that mental hurdle is. something (hums) #but sneak peek i guess? aight #His stomach is in knots the entire long-winded diplomatic dinner. He's not really listening as Jim makes cordial conversation with some #important so-and-so whose name he can't pronounce and whose forehead-- or whose approximation of a forehead is impossibly distended and #pulsating in a way that sends alarm bells coursing through the primal caveman part of his brain and fills the #medically trained part of his brain with morbid curiousity. #thats the entire first paragraph lmao. ill bet u five bucks youll never guess what happens next (mcspirk spice. but with so many feelings.) #ooh we're at 740 words!! im trying to make the intro as short as possible because i have a horrible habit of getting distracted #mmm the power of adhd

[becauseplot]

Penciled Lines

(Cross-posted on ao3, if you prefer to read it there. Reblogs still appreciated!)

Missa wakes up, and he thinks he might be doomed. This doesn’t scare him nearly as much as it should.

Missa is awake early—by his own metric, anyway. His nocturnal nature causes “early” for him to mean “early night” and not “early morning.” Regardless, “early” means that Philza is not asleep yet, still going through his nightly rituals. “Early” means that Philza is sitting up in (his? their?) the bed, pillows propped up behind him, notebook in his lap, sketching away.

And when Missa wakes up to the soft scritch-scratch of a charcoal pencil on textured paper, his forehead just so happens to be brushing Philza’s hip.

Missa can hardly breathe.

Oh no.

He knows that if he gives any indication that he is awake, Philza will stop sketching, close his notebook, shift himself over until he is politely seated on his side of the bed, and greet Missa with a friendly smile. Philza has done it before, when Missa wakes up early. That’s how Missa knows he’ll do it again.

Thus, Missa can hardly breathe—his breaths have to be the slow in-out of sleep. He can’t so much as twitch, either. He has to keep quiet and play dead or else he’ll be found out. Seen. Caught living the lie.

“Husband,” Philza calls him. They’re not married. They share a bed. They’re hardly ever in it at the same time. They have a son and a daughter. Neither of them know Missa very well. Philza has had an extra set of armor and a skull on his backpack for months, waiting for Missa. Missa doesn’t even know Philza’s last name.

Philza is a good man and a good friend—and Missa doesn't deserve him. Still, he takes what he can get. Curls around it. Hoarding every innocent kindness Philza extends like a starving creature: the generosity of a backpack fully stocked with equipment; the trust Philza places in Missa to watch the kids when he’s asleep; and now, the courtesy of not moving his hip from Missa’s forehead to ensure his “sleeping” isn’t disturbed. Missa clutches all of these little offerings in his greedy claws and hugs them into his chest, even as the guilt eats away at him.

Because, regardless of the lack of mutual feeling, he loves Philza. He loves him so, so much, and that is why he is doomed. He can’t afford to lose what little he has. He can’t cross that line. 

So Missa lies beside Philza, forehead pressed against Philza’s hip, pretending to sleep so he can imagine that they’re not just lying in bed together, but lying in bed, together; and later, when Missa truly wakes, he will sit on his side of the bed and look at Philza’s face soft with sleep and think about how lucky he is that he still has a side-of-the-bed to begin with.

Missa doesn’t mean to drift off. When it starts to happen, he’s hopelessly torn between shaking himself awake and thus giving himself away, or remaining how he is, silently fending off the inevitable. In the end, Missa clings to that scritch-scratch sound of Philza’s pencil on the paper for as long as he can before the fog at last pulls him under. 

Eventually, he dreams. In fact, he dreams of the calloused fingers he dreams of every night, hands like his own, an artist of Death, cradling and shading the contours of his face—a softness dashing charcoal across his jaw, and over his cheekbones, and perhaps on his lips, too, if he’s lucky. Defining every edge of him.

~*~

A deep sigh. Phil stops sketching as Missa shifts in his sleep. He tilts his head up so that the tip of his nose is now just nearly brushing against Phil’s hip. The motion disturbs the wild splay of his dark hair, revealing more of his face: eyelashes, cheeks, warmth. Tender blush of something Stygian and otherworldly. New.

Phil’s lips tilt upwards. He turns to a fresh page, and he starts again.

#qsmp #pissa #qsmpshipping #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #i hesitate to put main character tags bc it's shipping content but i think we're all p much okay with that?? we chill??? we chill thumbsup #my fics #ficlet #anyway would you believe me if i told you this took me a week to write. hhourgh. #i'll prolly make small edits as time goes by if i dont scrap this version entirely. #i really like it rn but we'll see how i feel abt it in like a couple hours or a day. the sheer number of times ive rewritten this hhhhh. #this little character/relationship study is primarily for me to try to work them out in my head. #so if this doesnt quite hit the exact vibe you know why. #im still getting acquainted w missa's character but i gotta start somewhere ya know #i didnt actually get to explore missa's feelings of inferiority as much as i wanted to but thats bc i found trying to tackle that As Well- #-as everything else saddled the fic/setting w too many Things and made it cumbersome and muddied the story being told. #so another time perhaps. #anyway i adore them. beloveds.

[notstarcey]

Oh my god has my old, moulding violin become a TMA reference?

#everything is a tma reference #we'll never be free #does anyone know how to de mould a violin case #the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp shitpost

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Do you listen to music? And if you do what artists/genres/songs do you like? ^w^

music! yeah! that sure is a thing i listen to! um. i like a lot of it <3

#dont ask me to list genres i Dont Know!!! #like if someone says 'do you like alt rock' like. ill nod but i have no idea what that entails! #with music i dont really pay attention to genre or anything? #if i hear something i like i add it to the playlist! its called Clusterfuck for a reason! #i have a bit of everything in it #and if you want me to list songs we'll be here all night! #i think i'd be happy to talk about it on stream this evening? very clumsily! im not well versed in music! #rambles from the bog #ALSO FOR EVERYONE READING #THIS ISNT AN INVITE TO EXPLAIN GENRES #IF I REALLY WANTED TO KNOW ID DO MY OWN RESEARCH #its simply none of my business! i dont need to know genres to enjoy music!

[oifaaa]

Stephanie Brown only being allowed to kiss other girls in the shitty cw Gotham knights show is somehow Tim Drakes fault I just know it

#Dc #Gotham knights #cw gotham knights #Cw Gotham knights spoilers #I guess??? #I don't actually know #i don't watch the show #for obvious reasons #Anyway trying out a new thing this pride #Where I just blame everything bad on Tim drake #Which I've done before #But I'm adding a wee bit of flare this time #We'll see how it goes

[strifesolution]

post-canon 5r6c when the belladonna sierra is dissolved and everyone is either dead or alone and it's just these two who stick together:

(read the fic here)

#5r6c #western au #basicallyidowrk #moo snuckel #banana bus squad #vanoss crew #bbs #i dont know why i redrew over everything instead of just editing it. i thought itd be funny. #anyways read our cowboy fic #i promise we'll get to these two's spin off EVENTUALLY..........

[kimmiessimmies]

Wistfulness (9/34)

“Let’s keep in touch, James Wyler, you matter to me.”

“Wow, strong words there, Leona Walsh," James chuckled, "But yes, let’s. You matter to me, too. Can I hug you? I promise I won’t turn it into a cuddle,” he winked.

She laughed, “You’d better not! I’m allergic!”

He laughed too and hugged her, “Thank you for being here, Lee; you’ve made a massive difference for me.” “As did you for me, James. We had a good run.”

#Bye Leona #Thank you for everything #I don't know where he'd be right now if you hadn't been there #You matter #And we'll meet again #atoh #spring 08 #ts3 #sims 3 #the sims 3 #sims story #james wyler #leona walsh

[arrowheadedbitch]

Holy shit guys, I think I have seasonal depression (this should not be as big of a shock for me as it is) (it was very obvious)

#it literally explains everything #i've been so sad this week and had no idea why #you know #the first week that actually feels like winter #wonder what could be different here #Hmm #what could be causing me to be sad while doing things that usually make me happy? #It surely is a mystery #and definetly not depression #why am i sad around my girlfriend and writing way less than usual? #call hercule poirot bc I have NO IDEA #or sherlock #you can call him too #matter of fact #get all the fictional detectives on this one #I think we'll need 'em

[lloydfrontera]

javier realizing how much he cares for lloyd, how deep his loyalty to him runs, how ready he's to lie down his life for him, not because he's the son of his lord, not even really knowing exactly why he feels like that but just being absolutely certain that lloyd is his friend and he can't allow anything to harm him

And yet, why am I trying so hard to protect him? He had no way of knowing. But one thing was clear. It was a very simple matter. I want to protect him. Lloyd is my true master in my heart. Lloyd was his friend. And now, Javier wanted to protect Lloyd. He would sincerely protect him with everything he had.

he doesn't even know why!! he just knows that lloyd is his friend and his true master in his heart and that's!! more than enough for him to decide he's willing to put his life and everything he has in the line to protect him!! i'm just!!

#i talk a lot <3 #tged #the greatest estate developer #javier asrahan #lloyd frontera #llojavi #yes i'm tagging it #javier: uh i wonder why i care so much for lloyd to the point i'm ready to die for him and consider him the most important person in my lif #javier: what could possibly be the reason. oh well guess we'll never know. #me: well i have a theory but everyone has to get real cool about a bunch of stuff really quickly #and the thing that gets to me. is that javier already knows lloyd is his friend. that's not the question. he knows lloyd is his friend #he outright acknowledges it in his thoughts right after thinking he doesn't know why he's so willing to risk everything for lloyd #so like. mmhh. #javier wonders why he cares so much for lloyd. he outright says he doesn't know the reason. then immediately thinks it doesn't matter #because lloyd is his friend and so he has to protect him. so obviously lloyd being his friend is not the answer to his question #because he's already acknowledging that to himself. and we know it's not out of duty because he already knows that lloyd is a fake #so if it's not duty. and it's not just lloyd being his friend. then what other reason is there for javier to feel so strongly about lloyd. #i wonder. #ch 320

[shima-draws]

My doctor: Hey yeah that's not normal I don't think it's an issue with your hip

Me: Oh?

My doctor: It's an issue with your spine

Me: OH

#Literally the first thing he said was 'You shouldn't be in this much pain from a labrum tear' #'Yeah I'm p sure it has to do with your back' #Me: Everything makes sense now...... #This actually adds up bc I've always had shitty back issues. Lmao #Luckily I don't need surgery!! Unluckily I need to get another MRI! Kill me! :) #If the last MRI didn't bankrupt me this one DEFINITELY will #Also he did say I have a weak hip so I gotta do physical therapy #We'll see how that goes;; #Right now I'm fine bc I haven't even been billed for the first MRI yet. But I know as soon as I get the bill #I will be a HOT mess #Not looking forward to that #Anyway I'm glad this doctor seems to know what he's talking about. And from the get go too #Can't believe it took this fucking long to narrow it down to 'possible spine/back issue' tho #Godddd. I'm so tired #He prescribed me some heavy anti-inflammatory drugs so hopefully that helps with the pain a bit #Lies down #I need a nap bro. Lol #Shima speaks

[pushing500]

The Children of The Last God Ecthuctu have crash-landed in the desert on a distant rim-world (named S-2 Media, if you were curious). Lifelong best friends Vasso and Laursen even seem to have acquired a cheerful and enthusiastic new follower!

Hopefully, they can keep themselves and Bella alive while they traverse the planet, convert everyone they meet by any means necessary, consume anybody in their way, and track down a ship to escape.

To better acquaint you with our starting colonists, I've prepared these helpful pages! Meet Vasso:

Laursen:

And Bella:

We also have a handsome white cat named Salvatore.

I don't know about you, but I am very excited to see what adventures this group gets up to!

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#rimworld #gracie plays #The Children of Ecthuctu #art #my art #traditional art #rimworld art #polished art #unpolished art #comic #the beginning of a wonderful new adventure!! #Not going to lie I have had SO MUCH fun drawing Bella #I've been doodling her on everything lately #She's very sweet #I know it doesn't seem too eldritch-cult-y yet #But We'll build it up slowly #It'll get spookier and spookier as we go on #Hope you enjoy!! #Have a lovely day! :D