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baby blue obviously...

I just wanted to play with this pic...for almost 18 hours apparently. 🫠🩵

(And as always, not sure how I feel about it because I am my own worst enemy.)

EDIT: ok I honestly did not realize Emmy noms were being announced, but…

YAY! SHAWN HATOSY IS AN EMMY NOMINEE! 🩵

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This is super late, but thanks for tagging me @dixonsdarkelf! 🩵

Literally so stinking cute and accurate lol.

Anyone else who sees this and wants to play, do itttt! 🩵

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Make yourself on this picrew and add your last listened to song

Ty for the tag @sexy-monster-fucker 🩷 love you love you

Npt- @evolnoomym @milla-frenchy @lunarlilith @mani-pedro @muttsupreme @joelsicle @thechaoticcherub

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Thank you dear! Love you! 😘🩵

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Thank you for being so amazing and creative. It inspires me

Aww thank you, love! That means a lot. 🥹🩵

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I just need to put this out there…

Southland, Season 3 Episode 4

…I am not ok.

(And yes I’m finally watching this show after putting it off for too long.)

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you're in my spot

I knew I wanted to draw these mirrored moments from The Pitt, and because I can't make up my mind to save my life, here's both versions.

Top: Layered color channels experiment.

Bottom: My normal style with a little twist.

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🥹🩵✨ Aww I appreciate you! Thank you!

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"See... if you get the eyes right... then you can just skip the gym." — Shawn Hatosy™

Or what I do when I'm overthinking on a current art project. 🫠

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SIR.

hyperventilating

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This tracks so well.

The Pitt is just Ted Lasso: Pittsburgh Edition

Exhibit A: Not sure how to describe these codependent pairs

Exhibit B: beautiful blond lady who is in charge and runs the show

Exhibit C: The man leading and teaching the group is just anxiety and facial hair in cargo/khaki pants

Exhibit D: Ragtag group of characters to love

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the quiet girl in this loud place [2]

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[ girl : todd sparrow + fem!oc ] ⚠ warnings: fluffy angst, explicit language, poorly written '90s vibes again, poorly written lyrics, why must he be so goddamn pretty?! . . . and coming later MDNI 18+ only! for poorly written smut A/N: It's been a while, and I definitely got distracted with other stuff, but my goal is to finish up some of these wips and ongoing projects that I started and post them before summer's over. ♫ music inspiration: "Acoustic #3" by Goo Goo Dolls — for the vibes

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prologue // part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5

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The bar’s darker, softer somehow. Sadie hadn’t planned on coming. But Paige insisted with that “you’ve been weird since last week” smirk. So now she sits in a booth, nursing a drink, trying not to look like she’s waiting for something.

Because she can’t. She shouldn’t. Whatever happened when Todd Sparrow looked at her, when she heard that song, was just that—past tense. 

Her eyes fall on the stage, noticing the single stool with a lone microphone. The lights lower, and the low hum of anticipation in the crowd settles into curiosity. Todd walks out alone. Dark jeans, black T-shirt, nothing flashy—just him, lean and grounded, carrying an acoustic guitar and that quiet gravity without even trying.

A long sigh ripples from his chest as he positions his fingers, and carefully, he starts strumming the chords to “One Step Forward.” The people sway to the familiar song, softly singing along to the chorus like a lullaby. And Todd keeps playing, his voice singing with a different kind of rawness than the other night. 

Sadie feels her shoulders relax as he plays a few more songs, stripped down from the usual full-band sound The Color Green is known for. Everyone seems to dig it, their cheers and applause more reserved and subdued. 

Todd stills for a moment before his next song, his eyes searching his guitar for the answer to whatever question burns his brain. He inhales sharply and shakes his head with a slight smirk. “I wrote this just a few nights ago, so it’s still pretty rough, but…there’s someone I can’t stop thinking about.” 

Sadie tenses, her cheeks flushing as everything else seems to fade away, and all that’s left in front of her is Todd and his guitar. 

The melody he strums is tender but restless, a memory that won’t sit still. And Todd’s voice is edged with pain as he sings…

“What a strange thing Hearing your story from a stranger Like a song you never wrote But somehow still remember…”

Sadie’s breath stalls in her chest. She listens to the pulse in his words, steady and exposed. He closes his eyes, keeping his head low as his fingers pluck along the guitar strings.

“And I saw her, that look Like she already knew Those shadows in the corners Of what we once thought was true…”

Todd lifts his head, opening his eyes slowly as the warm spotlight shines on his face. 

“And if you’re out there The quiet girl in this loud place… Please tell me your story someday…”

The last chord hangs in the air, reverberating in the stillness and looking for somewhere to land. 

Todd slowly looks around and immediately finds Sadie. She doesn’t move. She just stares, the way he looks at her…

He quietly walks off stage, and Sadie’s chest fills with something too quiet to name. 

She can’t move. Even as the noise around her picks back up—applause, whispers, some cheering—it all feels muffled, like she’s underwater.

Because Todd knew. He heard her. And he remembered.

She stares at the stage, still lit but empty now with the stool and mic left behind like ghosts. The lyrics still slice through her in ways she didn’t expect. A strange intimacy that made her skin crawl and her heart twist all at once. 

The quiet girl in this loud place. 

Paige says something, but Sadie can’t hear her. Her pulse is too loud in her ears, the chord still vibrating as it lands deep in her chest. 

She had told herself that the first time was a fluke—that connection, that look. But now? Now, it’s…different. Now, it’s real.

Sadie takes a slow drink, hoping the ice might cool whatever is burning inside her. And she realizes she’s not the only one carrying a story that has never been said out loud. 

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Backstage, Todd moves slowly, guitar still in hand, heart still unsettled. He usually doesn’t hang around long after sets anymore, especially not after playing something that raw, that close. He hadn’t even meant to say what he said before playing that last song. The words just…slipped out. And there was no taking them back once they echoed through the speakers. 

He didn’t care what kind of response he would get. Maybe polite applause, a few awkward looks—didn’t matter. What mattered was when he opened his eyes and saw her. And suddenly, the chemistry in his blood altered. Again. 

The murmur of the crowd still in the bar fades behind him as he absently veers into the hallway toward the side exit. Not thinking, just moving. 

And there she is. 

Her curly brown hair falls over her cheek as she pulls on her jacket. She pauses in the warm, amber light, lifting her eyes when she notices him. Todd stops, neither of them saying anything…afraid to say anything. 

Something hums between them, that thread that keeps pulling them together, vibrating like a guitar string. He exhales through his nose, shifting the guitar strap higher on his shoulder, his voice low. “You stayed.” Not a question, just…a fact. 

Sadie nods once. “I did.” 

He watches her like he’s trying not to, afraid that looking too long might give something away.

“That last song…” she starts, then stops, pressing her lips together as if holding in whatever she really wants to say. 

Todd shrugs, trying to disappear back into himself. “Wasn’t supposed to be a song yet.”

Sadie’s lips curve slightly, something between a smile and a wince. “Felt finished to me.”

His eyes soften. She’s the only person who can say that and make it matter. It’s enough that Todd doesn’t want to fill the space with words that are too easy…or too much. 

He smiles, grateful. “I’m glad you heard it.” 

Her eyes hold him long enough that his chest tightens, making him forget how to breathe. “Me, too.”

Todd watches her slip out the exit, disappearing into the dark, quiet night. And when the door swings shut behind her, he closes his eyes, breathing in the start of…something.

He stands there a moment longer, adjusting his guitar on his shoulder again, and reaches for the door with a sharp breath. 

Outside, the air is crisp and cool enough to lift the hair on the back of his neck. Sadie’s not far, just down the sidewalk with her hands shoved in her jacket pockets. Her hair shifts in the breeze, catching the amber glow of the streetlights.

“Sadie,” Todd calls out gently. 

She turns around, glancing back at him. 

Todd swallows, the rhythm of his song still pounding in his chest. “Can I walk you home?”

She looks at him with hesitance at first, but nods slowly, smiling as they fall into step together. 

Everything is quiet, with most of the world settled in for the night. Todd and Sadie find comfort in the silence, the soft sound of their shoes on the pavement grounding them in each other’s presence. Todd glances at her, her profile etched in gold from a nearby streetlamp. Something about the way she walks, the way she is, makes him slow down.

“I get it, you know,” she says, her voice small but certain. “That need to get something out before it crushes you.”

Todd stops walking, but it takes Sadie a beat to realize before she stops, turning back to face him. He stares at her, the stillness of her about to break his heart and heal it all at once. 

“Tell me your story, then,” he whispers, his eyes genuine and longing.

She looks down, then back up with a warm smile. “Someday. Tonight…I wanted to hear yours.”

His breath hitches as something shifts between them…softer than sound but louder than reason.

Todd steps closer, and Sadie doesn’t move, she just waits. 

And that’s all it takes.

He slowly moves his fingers across her forehead, brushing her hair behind her ear. Sadie inhales as gravity tugs their souls together, and Todd leans in, kissing her. 

He can taste the storm lingering in her chest, but feels it dissipate as she leans into him, kissing him back just as carefully. The brush of his lips against hers feels like relief, like it could vanish if they move too fast. 

They slowly pull apart, breathing each other in with small, honest smiles. Her green eyes search his, vulnerable and warm. Todd parts his lips, about to say something, but stops himself, knowing that words are not enough. 

He cups her face in his hand, rubbing his thumb over her cheek and staring into her soul. 

She smiles, nodding toward the brownstone at the end of the block. “I live just up there,” she tells him, almost apologetic. Todd nods reluctantly, his hand brushing against her arm as he lets it fall slowly from her cheek. 

He walks her to the steps, and she pauses, half-turned toward him. Her lips twist nervously, chewing on whether to invite him up or…

“You know…” she starts, “there’s this small gallery opening next Friday at The Bluebird if you want to…”

Todd tilts his head with a slightly crooked smile. “I’d love to.”

Sadie exhales, closing the space between them again and placing her hand on his chest. She runs her fingers over the guitar strap and lifts her eyes slowly to meet his. Todd leans in, brushing his lips against hers lightly as the night catches up with them. 

She pulls back, her smile honest and real as she hesitantly steps towards her door. Watching her is the easiest thing he’s done all night, and after one more look, Sadie disappears inside.

He breathes out once the door clicks, his eyes still on her door, holding onto the moment for as long as he can, whispering, “Goodnight.”

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⌇ you’re in my spot [ abbot & robby ]

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⌇ and i would have stayed up with you all night... [ abbot & robby ]

⌇ night/day

⌇ if you get the eyes right...

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There’s something deeply toxic happening in fandom, and it’s not new, but it’s getting louder. A celebrity responds to a fan, likes a post, acknowledges that people care about their work, and suddenly it’s a crisis. Suddenly we’re throwing around words like “parasocial,” “inappropriate,” “they're too involved,” “this is making people uncomfortable.”

But uncomfortable for who, exactly?

Let’s stop pretending this is about 'safety' or 'boundaries'. It’s about visibility. It’s about control. It’s about the fact that some fans can’t handle not being the one who gets the attention. So they dress it up in concern, as if they’re protecting the community, when in reality what they’re doing is punishing both the artist and the fans who got acknowledged.

And the worst part is... it’s mostly women doing this to other women. Every single time. Policing whose post got liked. Who’s “too close.” Who’s “too much.” Who should be embarrassed for engaging in the space we’re all here to enjoy. And it’s not because we’re naturally competitive or catty or whatever lazy stereotype people love to throw at us. It’s because we’ve been taught, structurally, repeatedly, that there is not enough room for all of us.

Adrienne Rich wrote about this. Women beware women. That’s the system. That’s the mechanism. That’s how patriarchy maintains itself. Not just by suppressing women, but by making sure we do the work of suppressing each other. We turn every space into a silent ranking system. Who’s being noticed. Who’s acceptable. Who’s allowed to be loud. Who should shrink.

We’re doing that here. Right now. In fandom. Over digital scraps of attention from someone who, let’s be clear, owes us nothing.

That’s what people need to sit with. These celebrities do not owe you a response. They don’t owe you interaction. They don’t owe you access, or availability, or emotional labor. And when they do offer any of those things—when they respond with grace, or humor, or kindness—and your reaction is to police it, to shame them, or to shame the fans they interact with?

You are the problem.

The relationship between a fan and a celebrity is not transactional. You’re not owed access, closeness, or attention just because you streamed a show, retweeted a gif, or posted a headcanon. And the mindset of “if I’m not getting noticed, then no one should” isn’t righteous, it’s entitled. And when that entitlement gets turned against other women, it’s not just petty... it’s a repetition of the very hierarchies we claim to be pushing back against.

This is why so many spaces, especially fandoms led by women, become unbearable over time. Not because the content stops mattering, but because the community eats itself alive. The minute joy turns into hierarchy, we’ve already lost.

And I say this with love: fans need to take a step back and ask what they’re doing here. If your instinct is to tear someone down for being noticed, or to analyze every celebrity reply like it’s a breach of contract, you need to stop and ask why that’s your first response.

Because if all this energy, all this surveillance, all this suspicion, all this shaming, went toward interrogating the systems that taught us to hate each other for being visible... instead of weaponizing it against the girl who got a like from the celeb you admire, maybe we’d actually get somewhere.

Fandom doesn’t have to be this cruel. It could be a place of abundance. Of shared joy. Of mutual admiration. But not until we stop feeding women beware women. Not until we stop mistaking jealousy for moral clarity. Not until we remember that no one’s owed anything just because they’re watching.

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I can’t. I just can’t. 😩🫠

Also I guess I just go for guys named Shawn/Sean now?

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super duper normal about him

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When I saw my jaw dropped I mean…yo! 🥵 Go give this art and the artist some love!

What's Bucky recording??

Cropped from something Tumblr doesn't like to see. Full pic on my BlueSky

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d'awww! this is adorable! made me think of you @weirdoneattheparty 🩷

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Regret that the game gave them so little time together, this is the best duo l've ever come across🥺🎀

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Warner Bros. TV: Huge congratulations to our dear friend and colleague, Noah Wyle, on getting selected for a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame! 🤩