THEY could give me the surgurey i need (inspired alot by evojellys designs for em. GREAT STUFF)

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

thinking about how there are TWO WHOLE separate times where astarion is openly protective of the party

1. when u get trapped in the lance at the monastery and he says something about how hes going to stay and help you/help the others get out

and 2. during the last fight before u confront the brain hes like “the nautiloid is going to arrive soon— you go on ahead, i’ll hold them off here!”

Blah more back burner stuff cause I haven’t had time to draw this week

Had an idea for a Luca type au where like they are mermaids but can look human on land and blah blah blah

Self indulgence abound

Lol supposed to go along with these

Merm designs

Baby sun

the fic (don't read the tags if you don't want spoilers)

Akira can be invited literally anywhere and enjoy himself bc he just likes hanging w his friends all the time; hes the perfect parallel play buddy :) makes me think he was a bit of a social butterfly even before the Shido incident; he gets more energy being around his friends than being cooped up alone in that attic

“I’m going to solve this puzzle with charisma!” “Please don’t”

[id: one screenshot from each season of infinity train. tulip tells off one-one who looks up at her innocently; jesse waves brightly while lake glares; grace gives a supplicating gesture while simon scowls behind her; ryan has one eyebrow raised and is smiling while Min crosses his arms, irritated, several yards away. end id]

hfr indulgence weekend

mind you, they got back together two days ago and this is the face he's making when she starts complaining about betty getting a living wage.

I NEED to spread the redlucas disease, their dynamic is SO good TRUST MEEE WHEN YOU PLAY BOTH OF THEIR GAMES AND KNOW THEIR STORIESS RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH 💥💥💥💥💥💥

i really want to write something soft for lyney but i just. cannot

cancel culture is one of society’s worst downfalls because it just does such a good job of labeling moments of ignorance as actual bigotry and people who willingly try to learn and be better will be dragged mercilessly while the actual racist and misogynistic and abusive people who show us time and time again that they have not changed and will never care to change still have careers

whoopsie-daisie hit reblog too fast

i managed to get in to the concept art class my new uni offers everything is fine again

trying to study for my ethnobotany class but i got so caught up in the implications of the bullet point 'Tobacco for purifying' I lost several minutes and now have a half-baked 'plot' for a kimharry oneshot fic

CHARLOTTE + FRUIT 🍓

charlotte loves to eat fruit. her all - time favourite are strawberries, but she also loves oranges, mandarins, grapefruits, cantaloupe, honey dew, kiwis, peaches, and nectarines. charlotte will often buy fruits whenever she has the opportunity to do so. if she doesn't have any place to store the fruit or a chance to get the fruits home and into a refrigerator, she will simply eat them immediately. it is not uncommon to see charlotte cradling a basket of strawberries or blueberries in her arms, or with a fruit in her hand. like with all her foods, charlotte enjoys sharing whatever fruit she’s recently purchased. more than anything else, charlotte will often buy people fruit as a small gift.

for charlotte, FRUIT IS A LUXURY. fruit wasn’t always something she could afford. it was often something she would steal just to have as something to eat. more than that, buying fruit likely means having somewhere to store it so that it will not go bad quickly and be wasted. this was also not always the case of charlotte. therefore, fruit became something of a special treat in charlotte’s mind: something she enjoyed immensely for their freshness and tastes, but could only have when she had enough money not to spent on something more substantial or resistant to spoiling. even though she can usually readily afford to buy fresh and good quality fruits now, she holds onto this mindset of it being something of a luxury. to her, fruit is precious.

charlotte is not picky about the places she buys fruit from — if it looks good and the price is reasonable, she’s alright with it. she’ll buy from grocery stores, both small and large, from stall vendors, at farmer market’s, etc.

lastly, here are some connections between charlotte and fruit on a narrative level:

fruit are perishable, easily bruised, and, in some cases, quick to spoil. SO IS CHARLOTTE.

fruit can be deceiving in their appearance. how many times have you bought fruit thinking it looked good only to cut it open or bite into it to find it is sour, rotten, or not at all sweet? on the flip side: how often have you avoided buying the poor looking fruits only to learn later that the fruits may look bad, but are actually very sweet? charlotte doesn't always look the way she actually is.

some people insist on the idea that many fruits appear naturally made for sharing. think of mandarins, which divide neatly into pieces, or watermelons, which could feed a family like a meal. even fruits which are smaller, like grapes and strawberries, often come in large batches so that they may be enjoyed by one person for a long time or by multiple people for a short time. this idea of sharing goes hand - in - hand with charlotte’s predilection for making connections.

as a final thought, there is a more morbid connection between charlotte, her origins, and the manner in which, as a vessel, she is often consumed in her own chaos. fruits are meant to be bitten into, split open, and cut apart to be enjoyed. charlotte's form and flesh, like fruit and both at the time of assembly and during her existence here, is often pressed and prodded to check for quality, split open, cut apart into fragments but not to kill her - rather, to make her easier to consume. . . that is, easier to slip into the minds and imagination. something sweet, something a little bitter, something to stay.