miles morales in dungeons and daddies be like whats up doodler

does anyone know where I can find good reference images of victorian-era wheelchairs? I want to draw the jovial contrarian but all the wheelchair art refs/tutorials I can find are for modern wheelchairs

you’re losing me // so long london

hey hey hey!!😭🩷

summer in london passed in a blur of picnics, pastries and iced lattes 🥐

THEY NEED TO RELAXXXXX

I won't lie, the fact that enduring the stalactite falling through the roof of the Horticultural Society's greenhouse has a Dangerous requirement of "No" and a Wounds requirement of "Not even you" is very good. You may be a god among men but that is in fact not a man. It is, in fact, a big-ass rock. You cannot take a giant rock to the face and not be quite badly hurt by it, even by Fallen London's illustrious standards that simply does not physics.

BTS of the MCM London Shirt.

Creds: @thisisdevo on TikTok.

early fallen london is so funny because youre in a constant state of being at like. one (1) echo and going "IM RICH"

THE ENDING BRO THE ENDING THE ENDING BROOOOO THE FUCKING ENDINGGGGG FUCK YOU MEAN I GOTTA WAIT UNTIL THE 4TH OF FUCKIN JULY

this seeking shit is easy

i still have yet to recover from this look.

No one hates Joe, not even Taylor, she hates the fact that her forever started to crumble to the point of no bouncing back. Both of them struggle with mental health, like a lot of people I’m sure, but just saying his “bluest days” doesn’t mean she’s talking about his mental health, it could literally just mean he had a bad day and took it out on her, or she tried to help him and he wouldn’t let her. And the album is actually barely about him. Taylor says in “In Summation” that she writes the “worst men the best”, I’d say a lot of The Anthology tracks are about him as well as like 1 (So Long, London) on the standard album.

He’s not one of the worst men, he’s the one that got away. I don’t think it’s fair for Swifties to hate on Joe, and it’s not fair for Swifties and non-swifties (who for some reason listened to the album?) to hate Taylor for being vulnerable. Joe can make a statement if he wants, and that’s fine by me.

The more I look at the lyrics of So Long, London, the more I feel bad for both of them. Joe wasn’t sure how to deal with whatever was going on in his own life and Taylor going out, doing promotions for Red TV; Taylor on the other hand didn’t know what to do because she felt him slipping and she couldn’t help him like he did for her because he pushed her away, intentionally or not we’ll never know. She says that she stopped trying to make him laugh and stopped trying to drill the safe (“the safe” being him and her trying to get him to talk to her about whatever he was going through and he resisted to let her). It hurt them both. At some point they both just came to the agreement of that this just wasn’t going to work out anymore. They were there for each other through their darkest days (or bluest days) but ultimately things just aren’t meant to be even if Taylor thought it was. It’s just cruel to pick a side when there’s so much no one considered. So no, I can’t back up the people who say she’s “wrong” for writing about his “bluest days” in one line about how she felt about their relationship. And I can’t back up the people who say “she got mad at him for being depressed and not wanting to get married so she could have her perfect wedding” because that’s not what she’s saying at all; I’m sure they’d talked about marriage and at the time it felt right, but their lives were changing and they didn’t want to hurt the other person or themselves even more than they had already. And you know what, I actually think he’s genuinely proud of her for being this vulnerable and putting on a smile every week and singing “Lover” and trying not to cry, and I think he’s genuinely happy that she’s genuinely happy with Travis, and I think he was think “wtf Taylor” when people found out about her and Matty Healy, and I think he was genuinely relieved when he saw things between them ended.

I just think that no matter what happened between them, they still wish each other the best. I think he genuinely thinks she deserves the happiness she’s felt in the past year after getting through a whole lot of shit.

(And to all the people saying Taylor “sent” her fans out to threaten Joe and his friends and costars, A) she would never do that no matter how she may feel about a person and B) fake fans do that, not real ones. Maybe you should start learning the difference since you can’t shut up about her or us.)

may i request a scenario where warriors catches his s/o playing with and admiring his hands or vice versa?

- bestie anon

This is targeted towards me how dare.

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Warriors always admired you. The way you walk, talked and conducted your movements has always interested him. Maybe it’s because he had always had an image of you in his head that was painted only by your voice. Maybe it’s because he wanted to memorize everything about you. Either way he grew to love you quirks that made you.

Even now, your head cradled gently against him. Hushed whispering filling the air. To let go of the excess energy pent up in you, his hand was there to play with. Warriors didn’t know when this started, but just before bed the two of you would talk. About anything really. He wanted to know you inside and out.

“Are you sure we can’t adopt wind, his sister and grandma?” You asked as your focus was on his hand. Fidgeting with his fingers and memorizing each scratch and callous.

Warriors shifts his hand to take ours and kisses the back of it. “I am positive. Though I am sure the Sailor might find a way to make it happen.”

Nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck you sigh happily “as long as he does so in a safe matter I don’t mind. The boy can do anything when he puts his mind to it.”

“I am sure.” Warriors lets you go back to playing with his hand using his semi free one, that has been trapped under your head, to bush your hair as best he could. “Do you want a family?”

You paused your motions for a second before going back to it as you think about it. “I never thought about it before. What about you?”

“I never thought I would live this long.” The Captain confesses softly as he bonks his forehead with yours gently. “But I think for now no. I want hyrule to be safe first.”

You hummed “well…” looking up at him you smile and kiss him. “I’m glad you’re here.”

He returns the kiss being a bit slow to pull back “I am too.” Warriors wanted to say more. That you were his blessing. That he was happy that he had you in his life now. But he didn’t want to make this to sappy. So in the back of his mind he plans to show this love for you later. Not all at once of course. But slowly. So he can cherish all of you.

Played the ES... I am just so profoundly uncomfortable with that story and not in the good horror way. In the oh God no this feels racist and bad- way

I've been thinking about the Jance photoshoot and oof do I have Thoughts but -- okay, an attempt to explain why this photoshoot really speaks to me.

I've seen a bunch of different takes float across my dash, but to me the core of this photoshoot is the portrayal of a very deep bond between two men without fully specifying what kind of bond it is. The message I get from their pictures, from Jan looking into the camera (almost?) defiantly while Nace looks serious to the two of them looking at each other and only each other, is "This is us. This is our relationship. What kind? Well, none of your business, but we're not hiding it and we won't help you put us into a definitive drawer."

Since this got long, more thoughts under the cut

And, like -- there's so many layers to this shoot? So many ways to read this as an utter fucking power move, and I'm just. Really touched.

So. Layer one is kind of what I pulled from the art earlier, saying, "you may get to see us be intimate and close, barely hidden behind a glass door (= lack of privacy), but at the end of the day, we decide how much we share. And even if you get these intimate glimpses, you do not get all of me (= him half-hidden behind his hair and/or Nace)"

So what do we glimpse? Well, that's where it gets delicious imo. Because it could be read as non-sexual and non-romantic, so just platonic. Non-sexual intimacy is still pretty rarely portrayed, especially between men, and that goes double for non-romantic intimacy. And so as someone on the aroace-spectrum, that speaks to me so so much.

it's also such a fuck you against Toxic Masculinity -- that they can be this vulnerable together, that they don't mind showing -- that they're actually showing off to -- the world that they're this vulnerable with each other. Just. Intimacy and trust and closeness; laughing together and seeing each other and presenting a united front against the world (= the viewer).

I've long-since wondered if Nace is Jan's emotional support bassist -- if they're each other's comfort people, which would track with them doing this shoot together, presenting themselves in front of the camera together. "I'm doing this, putting myself out there, because with you by my side it feels doable."

And just. The fact that it can be read as queer and they clearly don't mind is also stunning regardless of if they are actually queer and/or actually in a relationship. They know what the fandom thinks. They know what this will look like. And yet -- no "no homo", no "bradders"; just unabashed joy in each other's presence and standing together -- and it's not escaped my notice that it's Jan having Nace's back, fixing the camera with a look of, if you touch him, I'll end you.

And if it is an affirmation that they're queer/together? Then holy shit, what a power move.

Just. I think this is a piece of art that's really resonating because I can see myself in so many of these layers and that's just so powerful. Damon is a pretty good photographer, from what I've picked up, and so I think this is not an accident; I think this series of photos confirms exactly as much and as little as he wants it to. And in the gaps in between, which I understand is something art does, we have space to see ourselves and engage with the artwork in our own ways.

Because at the end of the day, as raw and as candid as these shots look, this isn't an unfiltered version of them. It is them, at least in part, but it's art. It's a performance. It's something we can construct narratives out of (which, probably surprising no one, is something I really enjoy), but we're still engaging with the performance, not the real people underneath. But it still takes guts to give yourself over to that performance, and that is what might move me the most, gorgeous and stunning pictures and all.

The fact that they stepped forward and said, "This is us. Make of it what you will."