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[thiings-with-art]

May we please get more needles art

Please

Ough he’s super fun to draw here u go

[justa-regularuser]

Idk if this was intentional or not and if anyone has pointed it out yet but I love this parallel

When fq appears to Ella and shows her the starlight and when Ella comes back and shows her trappings of starlight to the stepmother

(These screenshots were from the dt)

[padmestrilogy]

two spent swimmers

“the skywalker suicides part i: the case for padme” / the phantom menace DVD commentary / macbeth act i, scene 2 / gregory orr / early concept art of anakin and padme by iain mccraig / “lady macbeth + macbeth” - two-bees-poetry / valerie estelle frankel

[loulou-land]

'Cause all of my enemies started out friends

So, I have no idea what this is, I just needed to work through some feelings. This was a challenge to write because its 95% dialogue heavy and that's never been my strong suit. But I really needed Tommy and Eddie to argue apparently. Fair warning, this isn't Eddie friendly, though I really tried not to go into character bashing. Please let me know if I need to include a warning for that.

Spoilers for 8x17 | arguing, mentions of grief, mild physical altercation, dialogue heavy, mild hurt/comfort | 1,625 words

“What did you say to him?” Tommy asks when he comes into the kitchen. 

“Oh, so now you’re talking to me?” Eddie doesn’t look at him, just keeps stacking dishes in the sink. 

Tommy folds his arms, keeping a careful distance. “You’re the one who cut ties, Diaz. And believe me, I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t have to.” 

He hates that it’s come to this. Eddie had been a good friend—someone Tommy genuinely thought understood him. But then he’d dropped him without a word, like he was yesterday's trash. And yeah, that had hurt more than Tommy wants to admit. He gets it, loyalty is complicated, and Evan was Eddie’s best friend. Still, that doesn’t excuse whatever’s been going on between them lately. Not when it’s left Evan looking so small and acting skittish. 

Eddie scoffs. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means,” Tommy says, locking eyes with him, “I’m pretty sure Evan left a lot out when he told me what happened. He downplayed it. I can see it in how careful he is around you. Like he’s afraid to say the wrong thing. So I’ll ask again—what did you say to him?” 

“Jesus,” Eddie mutters, shaking his head. “That’s what this is about? We had an argument. We moved past it—or at least I thought we did. But of course, Buck’s making it out to be bigger than it was. Making it all about him again. Has to be the one hurting the most.” 

Tommy stills. His voice, when it comes out, is quiet but razor sharp. “Is that what you told him? That he’s making it about himself?”  

Eddie finally looks at him, like he’s surprised Tommy’s even making an issue of this. 

“Eddie,” Tommy continues, voice tight with restraint, “Bobby died. His father in everything but blood. Evan’s allowed to hurt. However loud, however long he needs to. You don’t tell someone how to grieve.”

Something shifts in Eddie’s expression, turning defensive, bitter. “I lost Bobby too. And you—god, you don’t have any idea what that was like for me. For any of us. You’re not part of the 118. Not our 118.” 

The words cut straight through him, but Tommy doesn’t flinch. He takes a breath, rubs a hand through his hair, grounding himself. 

“You’re right. I’m not part of your family. But Bobby still meant something to me. And I was there Eddie. I might not have seen what it did to you, I saw what it did to Evan though. You didn’t—”

He pauses, remembering how helpless he felt, watching Evan break through a tiny screen, being unable to get to him. He meets Eddie’s stare, “You didn’t watch him fall apart.” 

“I should’ve been there,” Eddie says, sidestepping Tommy’s statement. Tommy wishes he could be surprised, but he’s starting to understand why Evan doesn’t feel like he can talk about his feelings. “I could’ve done something. I—”

Tommy lets out a bitter laugh. “I’m sorry, did I miss the part where you’re a miracle worker? A genius scientist with a cure in your back pocket?” 

Eddie squares his shoulders, puffing up with practiced intimidation. Tommy nearly rolls his eyes, but he knows baiting him won’t help. 

Still, Eddie stalks closer, jaw clenched. “Fuck you. You—”

“We all did what we could,” Tommy snaps, finally losing some of his own restraint. “I’m sorry you weren’t there. I really am. But don’t take your guilt out on Evan. He’s already drowning in his own and still trying to take care of everyone at the same time.”  

Eddie scoffs. “He’s spiraling, that’s what he is. And what the hell do you even know about Buck’s guilt? His pain?” he shoots back. “You dumped him. Left him.  And now what? He puts out one time and suddenly you think that gives you the right to waltz back in. He’s hurting, and you’re using that to your advantage.” 

Tommy’s whole body tenses. He can’t believe Eddie is insinuating he’s using Evan. That he would be that kind of person. And using the worst mistake he’d ever made, leaving Evan, against him? Something he’s regretted from the moment he left. 

He inhales sharply, fist clenched at his sides. Not because he’s thinking of swinging—never that. But the bite of his nails digging into his palms helps ground him. 

“Don’t you ever say that to my face again, Diaz. Or to Evan, for that matter,” he says, trembling with anger. “I’m here for him—in whatever way he needs me. I’m not asking for anything. I’m not expecting anything. Which is more that I can say for you.” 

Eddie reels back, nostrils flaring. His eyes flash angrily and Tommy braces himself. 

“No,” Eddie growls. “You don’t understand. Don’t pretend you know anything about our relationship.” 

“I know Evan!” Tommy interrupts. He refuses to let Eddie bait him with that dig. 

“You don’t know what Buck and I have been through. The bond we have. He’s like a brother to me.” 

Tommy stares at him, incredulous. “Brother?” He huffs out a sharp breath. “You barely treat him like a friend.” 

Eddie’s face twists. He jabs a finger toward Tommy’s face. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t talk about shit you don’t understand.” 

Tommy doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t move. Just meets Eddie’s fury head-on. 

“Diaz,” he says, voice tightly controlled. “Back off, before I break that finger.” 

“I love Buck. He’s family,” Eddie snaps, using the words like a defense. Like that single word erases all the damage he’s done.

Tommy bites the side of his cheek to hold in his immediate response. He breathes through it. Damn it. He’s not going to throw a punch. Not at someone Evan still loves, still looks up to—even if they don’t deserve it right now. 

He won’t be the one to hurt the people Evan holds close. Not even when they’ve done plenty of damage themselves. 

Tommy exhales, slow and steady. “You’ve got a funny way of showing it.” 

“Excuse me?” Eddie asks, a hitch in his voice now. 

Tommy meets his eyes, unflinchingly. “You call it love, Eddie. But love doesn’t make someone feel like a burden. Love doesn’t kick you when you’re down. Love doesn’t twist the knife when they’re already bleeding.” 

The words seem to land like a strike. 

Eddie flinches, staggering back half a step like the air’s been punched from his lungs. 

For a second, Tommy thinks that’s it. That he’s finally gotten through to him. 

Maybe now Eddie will actually take a look at himself—really look—apologize to Evan, try to do better. 

He gives him too much credit. 

Eddie’s face hardens, shutters down—and then he comes swinging. It takes Tommy off guard. He moves, but not fast enough, and the punch clips him on the side of the head. He’s already bracing to restrain Eddie when—

“Stop!” 

They both turn toward the entryway, where Evan stands. He’s breathing hard, eyes wide, clearly upset. It’s obvious, he’s been there a while, listening. 

Tommy feels a wave of regret crash over him. He never wanted Evan to hear any of this, let alone witness them like this. 

“You should leave,” Evan says quietly. 

Tommy’s heart sinks—until he realizes Evan isn’t looking at him. He’s staring straight at Eddie. 

“Me? Are you serious right now?” Eddie asks, incredulous. 

“Yes, Eddie. You.” Evan’s voice is sharp, angry. “You swung at Tommy. What the hell?” 

“Oh, of course you’re taking his side,” Eddie mutters, rolling his eyes. 

“This isn’t about sides,” Evan snaps. “You need to cool off. Before you dig yourself an even bigger grave.” 

His voice shakes with fury, but there’s a note of something else underneath. Hurt, exhaustion. Tommy sees it in the tremble of Evan’s hands, the rigid way he’s holding himself upright. 

“Just…leave. Don’t come back unless you’re ready to talk like a civil person, and apologize. To Tommy. And…to me.” 

He meets Eddie’s eyes squarely, head held high. Tommy watches, quietly awed. He knows how much it’s costing Evan to say this, but he’s doing it anyway. 

Tommy turns to Eddie worriedly. He can see it—the poison gathering behind his teeth, just waiting to spew out. 

“Eddie,” Tommy says softly, tiredly. Almost pleading. “Please. Take a walk.” 

Eddie glances between them. Something finally sinks in, because the fight drains out of him. He turns without another word and walks out the back door. The door slamming shut behind him. 

Tommy exhales in relief. He looks at Evan, who’s still watching the door with a sad, distant expression. 

“Hey,” Tommy says gently. “I’m sorry.” 

Evan frowns, eyes welling with tears. “Tommy, you don’t have anything to apologize for. You—” he pauses, swallowing hard. “You stood up for me.” His voice cracks on the last word. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Tommy doesn’t hesitate. He moves toward him, and Evan meets him halfway. They fall into each other, hugging tightly, grounding themselves in each other. Tommy runs a soothing hand down Evan’s back, trying to steady the tremors in his body. 

After a long moment, Evan whispers, “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. I…I could’ve done it. But th—thank you.” 

“Anytime,” Tommy says fiercely. “I’m here for you.” 

Evan shudders, then pulls back slightly, offering him a small, smile. “I know.” 

He squeezes Tommy’s hand, then glances down at his lips. 

Tommy lifts his hands, cradling Evan’s face gently, and kisses him softly. 

They stay there, foreheads pressed together, breathing in sync, taking comfort in each other. 

They’ll have to deal with Eddie later. Sift through the wreckage and make sense of where they go from here. But for now, it’s enough that they have one another. They’re in this together. 

[bittasol]

smile, iruma! | hey ive been here before

[canadianno-gravityfalls]

Wow, mystery twins bookmark be upon ye

If I was actually able to sell things this'd be one of em but alas

[automatonknight]

[nydiakey]

When I realised that he was also the healer of the group this was the first thing I thought of

Gun version under the cut

[mebis-art-dump]

Are those lotus seed beds?

if they are, imagine the view during Unn's prime...

mountain sized lotus flowers floating in the acid lake

quick sketch before going to sleep, got another art piece in mind to do on this idea soon-ish

[0alix0]

Question: why does every dalish character just unquestionably believes that evanurises were evil mage tyrants?

It's not even a spoiler

Like, i mean, ok, we know this cuz we played Trespasser

But the dalish? They were living their whole lives seeing them as GODS. They spend centuries worshipping them as Creators asking them for help and guidance.

Holy hell, especially if they know that Solas-the-bald-elf is Fen'Harel. Why the fuck would they believe a god of trickery and betrayal???? who even by his own admission has imprisoned the Creators????

Anyone who could spread this information are either a surface dwarf (who knows jack shit about elven culture) or a tevinter magister (who's a slaver and should stfu). Why aren't dalish happy with the return of Creators? at least at the beginning?? Why don't thay try to join them?? (Cuz the game is a pussy ik)

Even if Inquisitor Lavellan told them, that wouldn't make sense. Lavellan is a one person, ONE. Who has been playing shemlen's pet for years already, their opinion and loyalty is much more likely to be questioned if anything

AND, if it is such a common knowledge that the elven gods are evil shits and they, like, exist....... why is no one stressed out by it?? Why does Minrathous not have some guards patrolling the streets in the prologue? Why is the most emotional reaction that we got from those 2 veiljumpers (god i hate that name) was "Oh, shit..... anyway"????

Why is no one stressed out??? I mean Teagan was stressed out back in Trespasser dlc, but i guess bioware lobotomized him quickly enough

[answithvanzz]

THEY BROUGHT BACK NICK LE!!!!1!!!!

[lynaferns]

TFOTOS Sprained leg Part 1

[Placeholder for part 2 link]

Yeah, so the natural resources they use to make their painkillers are... kinda strong and they don't quite control the amounts so sometimes they work a little too well.

Is not that they don't like taking meds because they taste bad (they still taste bad) but because they get really vulnerable and clumsy after taking them, need someone to look out for them, and they don't remember anything while they are under the effects of the medicine.

Idk if I'm going to paint the second part, this took me longer than I thought.

Also, I'm making minor updates to their designs: Sun's hair is puffier(?) and has less loops, Moon's thicker so the braid is also bigger (and longer), and they both have ear piercings now but I'm still deciding the shapes so these piercings are kind of placeholders.

They have less layers of clothes here because they are at home so they dress more confy. Sun also took off Moons top part and necklace after giving him the medicine, he's gonna try to put him to bed.

[canadianno-gravityfalls]

HI hello!! i wanted to drop by and say thank you for reactivating my gravity falls brainworms, I've been having such a fun time with the fandom!! ALSO your posts and art are very cool and fun and they brighten my day when i see them :D

as for a question, i would love to hear more about your wotwb au 👀 particularly how the group in the bunker manages to get the shapeshifter on their side (if it's not a spoiler, of course)

OKAY. ITS TIME. First of all SMSKKFHFKJGKHFKTHKSHSKSMGMIHKMFH???????💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Dude I've loved dragging you into my gravity falls obsession. I always get super giddy and excited when I see your art because it's just so COOL. It's so shape... Augh. Ough. Did you know you were my first ever mutual on Tumblr. I feel like you should know that.

Second. Of all. I made a drawing as a response to this question and I haven't had this much fun drawing in MONTHS

So let's just say that Dipper has a very scary conversation alone with a very angry shapeshifter, and luck just happens to be on his side!

[qwordavoider]

The implications of Buck taking over Eddie’s lease could actually be so interesting (but we all know the writers aren't likely to do it justice).

In my mind, there’s two sides to why he’s taking over Eddie’s lease:

He’s helping Eddie out, yes. But also he’s clinging to the main thing left in LA that is his connection with Eddie (outside of the 118). He’s trying to hold on to their friendship in any way he can. And he’s giving Eddie somewhere to return to. This is the more obvious one in my opinion.

Buck is also running from the good memories of Tommy in the loft. When he tried to get Tommy to move in with him, that was him trying to cling to Tommy. But after that rejection, (and lots of depression/denial baking) he’s done trying to hold on. He wants to forget about all of the good/bad memories he had with Tommy as a misguided attempt at moving on. It would be putting a bandaid on the wound instead of trying to figure out what went wrong or to get actual closure with Tommy. Plus the loft is wrapped up in the Ali and Taylor breakups too. So maybe instead of a “let Buck fuck” era, we see Buck focusing on himself and his friendships instead. But this whole second idea is probably just a delusional headcanon.

I think overall though, this could be a good time for an arc where Buck (FINALLY) figures out his identity outside of who he is to other people, like Tommy and the 118. We started to get a self-discovery arc with 6a and the lightning strike where he felt unsettled, but it was never resolved satisfyingly in my opinion. We got a part of it with Buck kissing Tommy, but again we haven't seen Buck sit with the impacts of his sexuality on his identity as a person.

To be clear, I don't think he needs to have a long drawn-out deep dive into queer history and labels or anything like that. If they do, great, but also labels aren't important for some people. In my mind, as an ally, he already did that anyway and that's why we haven't seen his typical research dive. But just have some kind of conversation with SOMEONE (Hen, Josh, or heck, maybe a therapist?) about how accepting his attraction (dare I say love) for Tommy has changed Buck and his perception of himself. Have him focus on the transition from ally to member of the LGBTQIA+ community.

I think Buck deserves a chance to think about what HE wants. In a partner, in his other relationships, and for himself objectively without input from others. I want him to get back with Tommy, obviously, but some healing and self-reflection on BOTH their parts first would be good too. Maybe also a chance to bring back Buck wanting to advance in the LAFD in some way? We don't talk about his career aspirations enough.

[sketchysspace]

Temptation ⭐️

[puddleorganism]

Still having leviathan au thoughts

Here’s Pearl! She’s sort of a weird werewolf/selkie thing, and most of the time just looks like a normal human person - but can transform into a big ol’ monster

(Big being relative here. She’s only ~7 ft tall (just over 2 meters) which is tiny compared to leviathans and such, but is very much not tiny compared to other people)

Edit: here’s some close-ups of the little guys because I’m now realizing they’re very hard to see