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[ramunemaruu]

I’ve been so excited for Sage in crossworlds so I made a doodle page of her!

[sgrspiced-a]

hi plotting/dynamics call? :3 perhaps :3

[gardentool]

[Another Itadori training session]

Nanami: You couldn’t use Black Flash fast enough. You just killed Y/N.

Y/N: Honey…

Nanami: I can’t hear you, Y/N. You’re dead.

Nanami, to Yuji: They bled out in your lap. How will you break the news to me? Let's see.

Yuji: We don't have to do this.

Nanami: Ah, Itadori, how are things going with Y/N, the love of my life? Wait, why are you here at this late hour? And whose blood is that?

Yuji: Okay, I get it.

Nanami: It's Y/N’s? This is devastating. I'm inconsolable. And…

[Nanami snaps his fingers]

Nanami: I’ve killed myself.

Yuji: Cool. I can see this is gonna be fun…

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

Panel redraw!!! dodge that spiky thingie!!

Also og panel and le closeup!

[throwawayblog-thrwaway]

it’s wild the way ppl are misusing the rhetoric around the confederacy to alienate potential allies that are defecting from MAGA

The notion of “the biggest failure of the civil war was that the confederacy wasn’t punished enough” is not about the individuals in the South, it’s about the fucking plantation owners, and the fact that they were allowed to keep their wealth, power, and land after the war ended. Lincoln had planned on dividing up their land and wealth between their former slaves, but when he was assassinated, those plans went down the drain because Andrew Johnson was a total fuckhead. That’s the failure that scholars of the period talk about- not that every schmuck who lived down South should’ve gotten spanked.

Now I know it feels fucking good to rub former MAGAs faces in the dirt, mock them and tell them it’s too little too late and to fuck off and die. I want to do that too, but you know what? We fucking need them. We need as many goddamn people to rise up against this regime as humanly possible, and if we push these people away, they’re either gonna become apathetic or go right back to their stupid cult.

Now, you as an individual may not have the stomach for working with these folks; that’s fine. But fucking stop shooting us all in the foot by pushing them away from the movement. Step aside and let the people with the time and patience to bring them into the fold deal with them, and just shut the fuck up about it while we do the work

[freckled-moss]

Spending some time together

[rempesluck]

[taudad]

I got picked for the Showcase at the US Open Tacoma!! I’m shocked I got picked and just ecstatic that the judges thought so highly of my work! Additionally judging was tonight and we won’t know final scores till tomorrow so fingers crossed! 🤞

[napkineater]

I’d like to point out how deeply delightful it is to me that alchemical romance by bug hunter refers to the person in the song as both a wizard and a witch, and only calls them by gender neutral pronouns. More gender neutral songs please. As a non-binary person, it makes me so happy to see. Go listen to it btw

[dayas]

8 + elphaba & fiyero?

8 ⧽. giving them unabashed heart eyes when they do something cute and getting caught

AHHH MY FIRST FIYERABA PROMPT I AM SO EXCITED!!! I’ve been wanting to write for them since I got out of Wicked last week. Hopefully this is okay!

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Fiyero Tigelaar isn’t exactly known for thinking. In fact, all he’s ever projected to his fellow students is that he doesn’t think, that he simply dances through life and refuses to invite further stresses and woes in with further consideration. And yet. He hasn’t been able to keep her out of his mind. Elphaba Thropp, the spirited, stunning witch he’d nearly trampled on accident in the forest. She’s the very reason he finds himself in the library of all places, a location he actively avoids. Books are mirrors just as much as they are windows into different worlds, and the last thing he wants to do is risk seeing himself reflected within the pages of some myth or legend.

She’s sitting at her favorite table, her head bent, her braids pulled back away from her face. Her finger traces a singular line a few times over before it moves on, winding itself around the ends of a few of her braids. She’s reading (no surprise there), but what catches his eye isn’t what she’s doing. It’s that she’s smiling. Fiyero doesn’t think he has ever seen Elphaba smile, not like the one she wears now. Something soft and secret, wholly hers, belonging to no one else. Unbeknownst to him, his own face mirrors her expression, a soft smile settled upon his lips. He watches her because he can’t help himself, because he’s still intrigued by her even when she’s silent.

“I can see you, you know.”

Elphaba’s eyes flicker up, catching his gaze and holding it hostage. Fiyero doesn’t flinch, only shrugs.

“I wasn’t certain you could. You’re missing your glasses today. I’m glad to know you’re so attuned to my presence, though.” Her eyes roll quickly, and that same fondness appears in his.

“Maybe in your dreams, Tigelaar.”

“So you dream about me, Thropp?”

She shakes her head, and he flashes a charming grin at her.

“What exactly happens in these dreams?”

“What do you want? You were staring rather intensely, so you must want something.”

Fiyero moves closer to her, settling a few steps away from where she is seated.

“Can’t a man admire beauty from afar?”

Elphaba frowns immediately.

“You don’t have to lie.”

He shocks himself by lowering his voice, the softness of his tone matched evenly by its authenticity.

“I’m not lying.”

Something flashes behind Elphaba’s eyes. He can’t tell what it is — she tears her gaze away from his before he is able to determine it.

When she speaks, it is barely audible.

“Why were you looking at me like that?”

Her eyes, so wide, a beautifully deep green, return to seek his out. The prince’s words are barely above a whisper, the blue of his own eyes holding hers steadily.

“You know why.”

Elphaba takes a sharp breath, biting down on her lip. She takes her book and stands abruptly, nearly running into him in her rush to leave.

“Elphaba — ” Fiyero says, confused, laying a gentle hand on her wrist to stop her. He’s thankful she does, and he uses his other hand to brush his fingers beneath her chin, turning her head so he can see her face. He’s shocked to find tears welling up in her eyes.

“You are a lot of things, Fiyero,” she whispers, her voice shaking, “but I never thought you were cruel. Not like this.”

“You don’t have to believe me.”

His own whisper is an impassioned blurt.

“You don’t have to believe me, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. That what I feel for you isn’t real.”

“It can’t be real.”

“It is.”

They are locked in a stalemate he never expected, but one he refuses to leave first. He feels it, when she begins to break down. He takes a step closer, cupping her cheek in his hand, his other holding hers.

“Tell me you don’t feel it too.”

He will leave her alone, he will, if she doesn’t. She’s close enough to him that their chests brush together with every breath they take.

“I can’t.”

The sound of heels clicking cuts through their moment.

“Meet me tonight,” Fiyero murmurs into her ear, “the woods. Eight o’clock.” Elphaba nods, and he takes off then, nearly crashing into Galinda as she puts herself in his path.

“There you are!” she chirps, as bright and bubbly as ever, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, dearest.”

Fiyero lets her steer him away from the outside of the library and chatter on. He doesn’t hear a word she says; he’s too busy thinking of what will come when the sun sets and he can finally see the woman’s who’s forced him into thinking again.

[witless-winion1]

What probably happened

Jorge: yeah, I wrote EPIC and its super successful, I paid off my student loans, but I can’t get the idea of writing the Iliad as well out of my head…I’ve got so many ideas for it but I just don’t know if I could commit…

Lin-Manuel Miranda: (puts a hand on his shoulder) Jorge…do not throw away your shot

[jynstandor]

Hear me out hear me out-

Rebelcaptain and Kleyshi The Holiday au

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

no bandana!

[stoneyarrow]

I apologize that things have been so slow as I move out of my apartment and prepare to move into my new place. Will it help make up for it if I steal Odyfish’s clothes and leave him with only Athena’s shield?

(cw: suggestive, nudity)

Cross posted on bluesky if ya want to give it some love there:)

[sunny1927]

Finally… after 2-3 months of working on this…

it’s finally done!!! I can finally sleep in peace now-

To give context: Mickey went to the Realm of Darkness to search for Oswald (cause he figured out he was still alive and such, don’t know how). And later he found him, but not the same brother as he knew before… (and then they proceeded to have a 3 and a half minute musical because it’s what every Disney characters do sjfjsjdk-)

Anyways enjoy! This was a really fun, yet challenging project to do considering this is my first animatic haha! ☀️✨

(Animatic inspired by Frootoon on YouTube btw! Just wanna give credit is all)

[wyrm-mlm]

This week on thunderbolts HCs with Wyrm

Bob has never seen snow in person. He grew up in Florida, moving around he stuck to warmer climates or any places that did get snow for winter he was part of the homeless population that got bussed out to the west coast once fall rolled around(something very real that does happen) and then ended up in Malaysia(and the vault in the desert) so until he met everyone, he had never seen snow.

The first time he sees it in the middle of New York he’s not super impressed. He’s cold and miserable and yeah it’s pretty coming down but then it turns into grey slush piled on the sidewalks and he doesn’t know what the big deal is.

Then maybe the team takes a trip upstate, or to Vermont. And Bob sees wide untouched expanses of white and he is blown away. Everyone spends that first afternoon doing all the classic snow things, snowball fights, snow angels, sledding, all of it!

And maybe all of them heal their inner child just a bit in that afternoon.