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luck-of-the-drawings · 2 months

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"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi suckening #cw blood #something something cracking open a boy w the cold ones #IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I MISSED I SWWWEAR TO JEBEDIAH. IF I STARE AT THIS ANYMORE IM GONNA DIE IT NEEDS TO BE DONE #ALSO RRRAAAHAHHHGHGH CAN I JUST TAKEA SECOND TO SCREEAAMM ABT HOW MUCH I LOVE SODA AND EMIZEL.. LIKE THERYE SO CUTE....#THEY ARE HOMIES THAT KISS EACHOTHR GOODNIGHT. THEY CARE SO MUCH FOR EACHOTHER. SODA LOVES SODA AND SODA LOVES YOU #do u guys remember how willing he was to share blood w his vampire bestie. like cmon. remember when emizel memorized sodas Soda Schedule.#LIKE CMON.... they just have eachothers backs so much. ouhhh my god... ANYWAY SO THE ART HUH. I FEEL LIKE I SCRAMBLED W IT FOR A WHILE #DRAWIN IS HARD..... i think i did well in the end tho.. i like the lil heart beat effects. and i hope i made soda look Suffieciently Scared #i ALSO had fun w the teeth. i however did not have fun w the walls. if i had more drugs i mightve done every brick in more detail #but i didnt WANNA!!!! this will suffice.I HOPE IT FLOWS WELL&THAT ITS CLEAR... IVE STARED AT IT SO LONG IT IS NOW VISUAL SOUP. HELP!!!#i want my comics to have more Pauses and Space and Thought and Momence. i feel like normally they go so fast. but THIS time #i think i did good.... huuoouhhhh.... comics are HARD art is HARD but i am HARDER. or something. OH YEAH I HAVE MORE ART THINGS #soda was RLY HARD FOR ME TO DRAW FOR A MINUTE..but i like where his design is now. i wanted his hair to be curly swirly.like soda fizz #i THINK thats all my thoughts for now. if u have thoughts u should spill them in the tags i looooove reading tttaaggsss #have a goodnight i gotta go to work soon. maybe. unless the casinos power goes out AGAIN. OR SEOMTHING... UUGHHH MY SCHEDULE IS IN SHAMBLES #I THOUGHT I WAS WORKIN 3 DAYS INA ROW SO I RENTED A WHOLE DAMN HOTEL BC THE JOB PLACE IS FAR AWAY.. I HAD TO CANCEL THE WHOLE RESERVATOn #annd im MMMMAD ABOUT IT!!! like ill get over it ofc BUT IM PEEVED!!!! IM INCONVIENIENCED AND GENTLY AGGRIVATED. BUT OVERALL FINE.#hope yalls weekend goes well. sleep well. if u get the chance to.

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crit20art · 1 month

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On the eve of The Unknowing, Jon and Martin find comfort in each other's arms.

Rating: E

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Pairing: Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood

Words: 18k (complete)

Tags: first kiss, first time, porn with feelings, angst and porn, trans Martin, ace Jon

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“Martin,” Jon says, frail. Martin blinks, a flick of lashes, glazing his eyes gold in the low light. Jon squeezes his hands. “This- this might be the last—” “Oh, come on,” Martin huffs, dropping his eyes. “Jon- don’t— Don’t.” “Don’t what?” “Don’t-” Martin bites his lip, but not before Jon’s seen it quiver. The patchy hair dusting his neck—would it be prickly against Jon’s skin?—undulates, throat in turmoil beneath. “Come on,” Martin says again, a plea. Jon closes his eyes, and the energy in his body buzzes all the brighter. He furrows his brow. Exhales. “So, I waited too long.” Sudden and sharp, Martin’s hands clench. It startles Jon’s eyes open. “Of course not,” Martin says, a rush. “God, I just—” he laughs, utterly vacant of joy, “it’s just- it’s shit timing, isn’t it?”

Read here on Ao3! (18+ only!!!)

#ive been working on this fic for over 2 years yall ;______;#i hope you enjoy it #jonmartin fic #jmart fic #do it all anew #<- this is a prequel to diaa but it can also be read as a canon compliant missing scene and needs no additional context #jmart #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #martin k blackwood #the archivist #tma s3 #tma season 3

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tennessoui · 30 days

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exploiting the body politic au -

“Oh,” Aayla says, and Anakin looks up from his phone. Aayla’s looking at her own phone, collapsed on her back on the couch. “Why’d you try glasses when you could have just passed these around to the bored suburban moms?”

“What?” Anakin says and leans over. He gets a deft kick to the ribs for his troubles, but then Aayla passes over her phone and—and all she’s been doing is scrolling through some male model’s recent press or something because all the pictures are of the same guy in various outfits, looking various levels of handsome while doing normal people things like picking up groceries or getting out of his car or leaving a coffee shop. “Probably cause these have nothing to do with Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he says, handing the phone back to her. “Are you trying to say you think I should grow a beard? Cause I’ve been thinking mayb—”

“Stop,” Aayla interrupts, holding up a hand. “First of all, I would never tell you to grow a beard. No one is ever going to tell you that. Second of all, that is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“No it’s not,” Anakin says automatically. “Kenobi is like, old.”

Well, he’s thirty-five, Anakin knows that. And thirty-five isn’t old, but it’s also certainly not devastatingly attractive.

“Give me that back,” he demands, extending his hand and grabbing at Aayla’s phone. He clicks on one of the photos on the screen at random, a shot of the bearded man carrying a paperbag full of groceries. It’s at least a few months old, because there’s a bouquet of spring flowers in the picture, balanced on top of the bag. The man’s hair looks reddish brown in the sun; his beard’s all neat and orderly and he’s wearing a light jacket over a loose shirt and slacks. Anakin was right the first time around—he’s very attractive in a way that screams look at me.

He supposes that’s something politicians could probably have in common with models, but the man in the photo is looking far too windswept and…and casual to be a politician.

But then he looks past the photo, down at its title and it says City Councilman Kenobi on Cars, Community, and Cooking in Coruscant.

It must have been a slow news day.

“Huh,” Anakin says, swiping across the phone’s screen to pull up the next picture. It’s part of the same article from the Coruscant Star, except this time, Kenobi is looking at the camera with one eyebrow raised, expression carefully crafted to look both infinitely patient and two seconds away from snapping. It must have been taken on a different day altogether because the man is dressed in a reasonably nice looking outfit, though his tie is all loose around his neck. He’s standing in his office, maybe, or a prop office more likely, leaning a bit over a very heavy and fancy looking desk, balanced on one of his forearms which is all freckly and exposed because he’s rolled up his sleeves.

“Is this what the city council is using our tax dollars for?” Anakin asks, scandalized. “Soft-core porn shoots?”

“What?” Aayla says, demonstrating a freakish level of flexibility by leaning over to look at her phone screen without removing her feet from his lap. “It’s just a photo.”

Anakin splutters. “I may have pledged my undying loyalty to my hot TA, but even I cannot admit that that is not just a photo.”

“Whatever,” Aayla says, flopping back onto her back. “Don’t screenshot it and send it to yourself to beat off to later, that’s gross.”

“You’re gross,” Anakin replies, but he tosses her phone back at her. He wasn’t going to screenshot anything. “That’s our city councilman.”

“He’s your city councilman,” Aayla corrects lazily. “I’ve decided I was going to vote for his opponent.”

All politics is, Anakin decides, is one betrayal after another.

#obikin #body politics au #long post #when this fic is finally posted yall are gonna be like #wait i read all that #in 200 word chunks #on tumblr over the course of several weeks #and i will expose myself for not editing or rewriting almost anything ever in my life #anyway this fic is so silly and unserious #very very crack adjacent which is the decompression write i need rn #and you may need to read rn <3

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ogygian · 19 days

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Luke Arnold is such a slutty gorgeous man and I Hate him... posting Instagram lives with only two random buttons done up on his shirt. writing books. the HAIR. how dare he.

#yall its the most recent ig live #like its insane shirt just billowing open ig #wheres my fainting couch #i need to read his books asap. after finals <3 #luke arnold #black sails #he plays HIMSELF

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lakshana-ke-lakshan · 8 days

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Wtf is happening with ishman fandom? When we're not being fed anything, Ishan literally on a hiatus, then istg the fanfics were SO GOOD and now? When we're being spoon fed the content? The quality of the fanfics goes down? no offence.

like y'all, as a writer, who was forced to write because of less, but good content, i can't help but be annoyed with the fandom rn. Cuz I literally wrote my ff because there was no omegaverse ishman fluff!!!?!

So the point is that the stories are very repetitive, grammar is wrong (not like I'm Shakespeare's butt hole but still, there are some limits to galat English?), there is just- Nothing new? To be excited about?

I remember the time when I used to keep refreshing the app in case any new updates came and now, I haven't literally opened the app since forever. There is just one author, who i wait for, and they stopped posting the same time around which I stopped posting. So ya, I'm not alone

And don't call me Hardik- you ain't loyal to one fandom- look, ik I ain't but I just got over it?! And vaise bhi fanfics ka cringe alag hi chall Raha hai

It's always the same now- mafia Shubman, hobo ishan or some royalty au, or some businessman CEO Shubman and poor ishan, omega ishan hiding his gender, and ishan running away with his child blah blah blah

Yes there are many new ideas, but i couldn't possibly know cuz I haven't opened any fabric since ages

So ya, ishman is having its downfall era on Wattpad

WRITERS DO SOMETHING

I BEG OF YOU

and if anyone could recommend the best, mouthwatering, booty hole clenching fanfic where there is a new plot, and shub is not bottom(he's never a bottom), please do recommend them to me. Pretty please

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leezuhh · 18 days

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sunshine court no context

#i'm sorry... i couldnt stop thinking of this meme while reading the beginning #lemme find the line that really set it in for me... ok it was 'have fun whoring your way to the top of another line-up you useless bitch'#the raven hate mail game was insane #anyways yea i just spent like 3 hours straight reading tsc and yes i just finished it #the sunshine court #the sunshine court spoilers #all for the game #nora sakavic #also neil continuing the time-honored tradition of murdering rapists at the end of the book was iconic. king #i need to reread the og trilogy sighhhh the second book is a lil hard for me to get thru though #but i liked this one a ton. all the characters felt very real #i liked the choice to make the trojans not all sunshine and rainbows but have to make an effort to keep up that appearance #and also oml these bitches are worried about jean ruining their reputation when they have LUCAS on the lineup ? yall have bigger problems..#thats a joke i just think lucas is a bitch #i was also surprised by jean ending up pan vs jeremy just gay because the fandom characterization has always been the opposite #but yknow what i like it a lot #tempted to put a whole book review right in these tags but i won't #aftg //#tsc spoilers #tsc

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congregation-of-the-spiral · 22 days

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thinking about writing a jmart fic inspired by my original story. would y'all read it or nah

#the storys about a woman who finds herself in this weird ass forest #where the longer youre there the more it strips you of your identity #until all that remains is your core motivation #your bare essentials #and it warps your body to better reflect that #like i have a character who was a huntsman who had to resort to cannibalism when he and his hunting buddy got trapped in the mountains #so now hes like this Grotesque Beast who hunts other people who wander into the forest #and i love him sm <3 #anyway #so the woman is trying to find her way back home to her wife before she becomes one of them #but no ones ever escaped before blah blah blah whatever #and im having a hard time actually writing it #since its something from scratch #like theres just A Lot #i have characters and the setting but im struggling to balance a plot b plot c plot etc #so i figure i might just rope my hyperfixation into it to let it Do Its Thing so i can actually have like #a first draft #at the very least #idk #would yall read that?#not tma #helix speaks #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #get this to 10 notes and I'll do it #i don't need a lot of convincing #it's prolly gonna happen #soon as i figure out how i wanna rework characters and plot points

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stresspizza · 1 year

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Aizawa x reader

You hate him, but he comes to seek your comfort.

You hate him.

You hate his scratchy-looking stubble, his long-unkept hair that covers his stupid eyes. You hate the cold impression he left on you when he turned his back and said:

"You're not fit to teach the younger generation of heroes."

But here you were, the door to your apartment open. Your mouth gaped as you saw a freshly discharged Aizawa standing at your door. And eye patch on his face, one of his legs now half-prosthetic. Him looking a little slimmer than usual.

"Long time no see, y/n."

You close your mouth, and sigh, "what do you want? What are you doing here?" You shift your weight to one hip and lean on your door. Not too long ago you were sitting at your desk sending emails to the Department of Support. Trying to distribute funds and resources to further your students' education and success.

Aizawa opens to say something, then closes his mouth when nothing comes.

Something was off about him the moment you owned your door. He was more exhausted looking, more drained than his usual sleeping bag-self.

"Well, since you came all the way here to bother me, " you step out of his way and welcome him into your apartment, "take a seat. We can talk over tea or something."

Aizawa slowly trudges inside, careful to remove his shoe as you close the door behind him. He takes note of the comfortable feel of your space. The warm sunset just barely creeping into the open blinds, the empty dishes laying in the sink, the All- Might themed throw blanket thrown across your couch.

"I've been up the past few weeks organizing everything," you walk past him, leading him into the kitchen as you turn on the kettle, "the battle - this war isn't exactly what we predicted. It gives a whole new perspective on heroism, on villainism, quirks in general."

You pull out two mugs from your cupboard and set them on the counter with a small clink, "I've been up thinking about how we could do things better for the younger generation. About how it's our responsibility to give them the resources to build themselves, and put themselves on the right path."

Aizawa leans himself on the counter as you spoke. Wanting to listen intently, but his own thoughts clouded his mind. Your back is turned to him, but the outline of your shoulders, your waist, your whole being was comforting to see after so long. So comforting, that it ached him. That it made behind his eyes burn with yearn.

You tore open two tea bags and place them into the mugs as the kettle slowly streamed steam into the air, "I want to do more for them, Aizawa. Not just for potential heroes, but everyone."

You grab the kettle and pour hot water into the mugs, watching the clear liquid turn an auburn green. Putting the kettle back onto its alter, you pause. He hasn't spoken a word back to you, nothing positive, nothing negative, nothing neutral.

You finally turn to him, resting your hips on the counter and crossing your arms, "But you're not here to hear any of that, are you?"

He stares at you with his soft, exhausted expression. Not so covered by his hair being tied back, the stubble was still there though.

You extend your arms out to him, welcoming him into a warm embrace, "Come here, Shouta." You say tenderly.

Much to his surprise, he practically launches himself into your arms. The burn in his eyes threatening to spill as your shoulder cradles into his nose. He holds you tightly, almost afraid you will disappear too if he didn't.

"Shouta," you whisper, stroking his hair, "it's okay, you're doing enough."

Aizawa bites his lip as his tears spill onto his cheeks, then eventually onto your shoulder. He takes a deep breath to keep himself from losing his composure.

You stay in this position for a while, you stroking his hair, his stubble making your shoulder itch ever so slightly, him relaxing his grip on you gradually.

He finally releases you from his grasp and stands upright for his slouchy self. His black eye was red from crying, his eyes actually moist for once.

You reach to wipe the damp stream of tears under his eye. Your hand was cold compared to his warm face. Though the shape of your fingers and palm fit perfectly against his features.

"Y/n..." he manages to mumble out. Aizawa holds your hand against his face with his own hand. Closes his eye as he absorbs this temporary intimacy he hasn't allowed himself to have in a long while.

"It's going to be okay," you whisper again.

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arachnidiots · 5 days

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me sitting and reading my mutuals threads

#i love reading other ppls threads #sometimes yall are putting out whole soap dramas & cinematic masterpieces and i just sit here and 🤭#i don't need to watch any tv actually the dash never disappoints #rambling nonsense / ooc #dee is in this photo too <3

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cornerful · 1 month

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With a gasp Frodo cast himself on the ground. Sam sat by him. To his surprise he felt tired but lighter, and his head seemed clear again. No more debates disturbed his mind. He knew all the arguments of despair and would not listen to them. His will was set, and only death would break it.

PJ movie enjoyers, particularly Howard Shore enjoyers, take note that there is quite a bit of text hidden in the soundtrack, usually embellished and translated into Elvish or other languages and then sung as a choral or solo element, and this right here has callbacks in the movie, and they are devastating :]

#THEN LET DEATH BREAK IT #AAAAAAH #lotr newsletter #i want to compile a list of resources for digesting this magnificent ost like that book i don't own and the many video essays #and monoverantus' work and the booklets that i believe came with the complete recordings #ALSO the rarities archive can't forget that #it's a lot of work but i wanna do it #i have knowledge of the sacred texts by which i mean the Real Websites that have so much of this info...i want to share them!! i need to #get it all organized...#will probably ask yall for help ik Mills is crazy about all this <3 blows u a dandelion flower if for some reason you're reading my tags lo #just reminding myself #nts #food for thought #listen to me. i am speaking into your ear. i can sing the renee fleming in rotk. i know what it means. someone be insane abt this with me #lotrn324

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sevlawless · 1 year

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nothing without you

pairing: m!seven lawless x f!mc (arabella aveiro)

word count: 962

warnings: none just arabella going THROUGH IT

tags: @blainehayes @agentdumortain @valcubust-main

notes: so the @infamous-if brain rot is here and it's very fucking real lmfao- ever since i played i have not been able to stop thinking about it and more specifically, how my mc would cope post break up with seven. something something i still love you i still have to live that but how does ANYONE live with that .. anyway here it is! the song arabella sings is honeysuckle by pom pom squad

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

if i'm nothing without you, am i anything at all?

the chorus rattles around in her head long after she stops singing it. she seems to be frozen in place, her thoughts drowning out the ability to do anything else, although she does notice the faint sound of silence. the rest of dead apple have long stopped playing, but no one says anything. they seem to be doing that a lot lately when it comes to her.

she wasn't even supposed to be at this rehearsal, and she even agreed with her bandmates when they suggested she take some time away to process everything. the music can wait while she figures out how to move forward.

but all she can think about is music, all she could think about while she spent the last two weeks trying to pull herself back together is to write songs.

how do you go through something so traumatic and not write about it?

losing sev- just his name passing through her brain is enough to make her eyes clench shut, gripping the microphone stand in front for her tighter.

losing him is the worst pain she's ever felt in her life. how do you go from talking to someone every single day for the past eleven years to suddenly no contact? how does anyone cope with that? she'd really like to know.

it doesn't help that she was so unbelievably in love with him. she never was one to believe in soulmates but no matter how dumb she thought it was, she considered seven to be her's.

a soulmate who now wants nothing to do with you.

she lets out a ragged breath, which prompts someone reaching out to touch her shoulder.

"arabella-" it's rowan, his voice uncharacteristically timid, and it makes her stomach churn. she shrugs his hand off and turns to face him.

"i'm fine," she snaps, wincing at the tone in her voice. he's staring at her pitifully. if she dared to glance at the others they would share the same look.

they were just as much friends with seven as she was. why are they all so fucking concerned for her in particular? a part of her wants to say that if they were so upset about her, they never would have taken that stupid vote in the first place. the vote that ruined everything.

seeing the look on seven's face, the hurt in his eyes, the betrayal-

she can't think about this right now. she's spent the last two weeks trying to move on and fuck if she's about to cry in front of the band over this.

she turns back around, storming toward the exit. as she yanks the door open and slams it behind her, she wonders if anyone will come after her.

they don't.

she can't even get into the car before she's a sobbing mess, hands shaking as she clambers into her vehicle, resting her head against the steering wheel. her hands are balled into tight fists as she considers if punching something would help the pain subside. it didn't help last time.

last time. that night casts an unbearable weight down on her and makes her shoulders shake as she recalls her and seven screaming at each other in drunken rage, both saying things they can never take back. going to a place they could never come back from. when he left she punched a hole in the wall and her hand flares up as a reminder. her bruised knuckles are starting to heal now, and some part of her wishes they weren't. maybe so she could have one last piece of seven to remember him by. just one last trace of the effect he had on her so it didn't feel like the eleven years she spent with him were for nothing.

they can't just be nothing.

right?

that seems to be what they are now- he hasn't talked to her since that night and every day, every hour it feels like she pulls up his contact info out of reflex to tell him something. a joke, a lyric for a song, a text just to tell him she's thinking of him. she always manages to realize what she's doing before she hits send and she doesn't think that will get any easier.

if i'm nothing without you, am i anything at all?

the lyrics she wrote down one night after getting drunk in an attempt to get him out of her brain dance around in her mind again.

she can't remember the person she was before seven. it's not the one who stares back at her now as she wipes her eyes and looks into the rearview mirror.

would she like that person? would they be friends? she never thought about it until now. she never thought she would have to.

how do you move on from someone that was so inexplicably tethered to you? where there was arabella, seven was right there next to her.

she looks across to the passenger seat that seven used to occupy every day and is met with no one there. she sees the grey headrest where a black mop of hair used to lie. she sees the middle console where his fingers used to drum to the beat of whatever was playing through the speakers. she sees the dash where he used to lay his worn out combat boots on.

emptiness eats away at her until all she can do is let out another sob.

some part of her wonders if he even feels a fraction of what she does. he has to. for her own peace of mind, she hopes this has been as hard on him as it has on her.

but she wouldn't know.

#seven lawless #seven lawless x mc #infamous #infamous if #my writing #inf: seven x arabella #is it a fic of mine if i dont force yall to learn how my oc's brain works LMFAO #anyway thank u for reading if u did <3 #i need chapter 2 desperately maybe this will hold me over KSJSNDBDJDKD

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nympippi · 2 months

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I think they’re in love actually 🫶🏻

Alt version!

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windybreeze12 · 13 days

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I NEED ALL OF YALL TO GO READ I COULD LOVE YOU WITH MY EYES CLOSED BY @superfluoussplendor RIGHT NOW IT'S GOT ANGST AND PINING KEITH AND BAND-KLANCE AND JUST PERFECTION PAINTED ALL OVER IT SO GO GO GO READ IT NOW GOOO

#klance #klance fic #yall the chokehold this fic has got on me #unreal #musician klance is my roman empire #therefore you bet your ass i will be on this fic like a bloodhound #its just beautiful #need i say more #go read it #now #<3

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thebirdarts · 4 months

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Pose<3

#hey dude why are your fucked up halo like things irregular and centered not in the middle of your face????#bc hes a fake bitch<3 his 'centre' is in the eye of the beholder #gold & silver #cecio #thebirdarts #yall are spared my mountain of tags trying to figure out which jojo's pose i subconsciously riffed #the answer is fucking any of them idk #i used my own references #[strongest contended is one from part 2 but i made the arm horizontal not vertical. but idfk]#ive read almost 7 volumes & all of the anime it could be any #the only reason part 2 is a strong contender is bc SOMEONE #looped the fucking opening for the hours we were in vc one night and its burned into my fucking brain #it haunts my sleep #might be Jolyne. just a feeling #and i will give my headshots clothes when i need to cover something. im not thinking about cloth for like. a tint bit of torso

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dreamwinged · 22 days

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goodmorning….. oughhh it’s about to be a shitty week

pray for me as i do finals with 6 classes 🙏❤️

#forecasting my grades like the weather. i have confirmed As in 3 of them and ik i can do well on the final…#i should get an A in the fourth one but it’s history and im a bit nervous about the final paper .#the other two.. shudder.#i should do good in one bc it’s writing and prof has said he rly likes my writing except i have like 8 late assignments bc no motivation #but he also hasn’t graded ANYTHING so maybe he won’t penalize for lateness? but also concern bc he hasn’t graded anything .#the sixth one.. It Might Be Over.#the final is an in person exam which is something i’ve only experienced literally twice in my college career #and it’s on the readings. none of which i have done.#sooooo i need to process 12 weeks of readings in 2 weeks #apologies if i go inactive sporadically yall this is gonna kick my ass.#i just wanna have fun and make memories w my friends before we have to leave each other forever but NOOO… academics…#frowns it’d be great if i didn’t care so much. or my parents didn’t make me care

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utenaposter · 8 months

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hello tumblr mutuals and friends i am asking for help once again!

i have an amazon(ew) wishlist for things i need for myself/for the upcoming school year.. also a few random fun things i want but those arent as important as like the wrist brace or hard drive so if anyone could help out id be really helpful!!

if u send proof of the order in my dms itll be like a commission payment so u cna ask me to draw anything you may want! reblogging also helps a bunch ofc <3 thank u!

also here's my carrd if you just want to order a commission/see what else i do!

#wishlist #mint help #ummm idk what else to tag this as since its not that important #tbh i just need the wrist brace #since i think im continusously aggravating it by drawing too much #carpal tunnel is in my near future if nt already here </3 #ok anyways #thank u for reading love yall

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