#...overly dramatic?

[akoichoi]

aa sketches

[chechula]

I was very nervous(sitting at a work meeting) and I had to doodle comfortable things, to keep myself together. So I made a sketch for this one. Tom and Goldberry, my favorite couple...in the end they are maybe too sweet, I am almost ashamed to post it here x_x

[thisisapaige]

cas BURNED a HANDPRINT into that human's skin and then CARVED enochian into his RIBS and the angel's NOT the jealous one?????

[theelmoarchive]

An extreme cringe Jam post because ‼️‼️‼️ i am free

Id like to remind everyone that they are cringefail losers 🎉🎉🎉

Also please Ignore that I mispelled mischievous

[rvspecter]

When Harvey Met Grammy "Hardass" isn't really the word he uses.

[bylrndgm]

new reason to live: new Mike bts

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

*During a 24 hour shift at the station*

Eddie: I give up. I am too tired. I can't go on.

Hen: Chim, get the emergency supply!

Chim: *brings Buck and places him in front of Eddie*

Buck: *confused but smiling* Hi?

Eddie: Ok, this is working

Chim: Buck, could you flex now.

Buck: *still confused but flexing*

Eddie, staring at Buck's arms: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GO!

[pearlynia]

Please bring back the love of my life (ao3) they had gone to war (down) and I don't know when they're coming back (in like a few hours). I miss the way they made me laugh (me giggling at fics) and their unlimited beauty (fics) and I cannot live without them (I'm dying inside)

[morninkim]

new toxic yaoi just dropped. from a fucking darts video.

[yb-cringe]

sorry but i need to know who designed jaidens wings. they did an amazing job integrating the Perfect colors and style that made the feathers recognizable and realistic within the minecraft aesthetic while also adhering PERFECTLY to her new skin. i mean it looks so natural, i wouldn’t be surprised if like a week from now it’ll look weird to see her WITHOUT them

[hrh-prince-butt]

alex and henry plan to dress up as barbie and ken for an upcoming costume party, but they can't seem to agree on who should be barbie and who should be ken...

(hello this is possibly the dumbest thing i've ever written, and i have no regrets, it was so much fun to write)

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“You can’t deny the Kenergy, babe.” 

“You’re right,” Henry shoots back. “I can’t. And if anyone has it, it’s you.” 

Alex crosses his arms and glares stubbornly at Henry. Henry glares right back, just as goddamn stubborn. Looks like they’re in a stalemate. 

There was no argument that they absolutely had to dress up as Barbie and Ken for their couples costume this year. It had practically been telepathically agreed upon before they even left the cinema. Apparently, the hard part is agreeing on who should dress up as who.

Alex had thought it was obvious that he should be Barbie. But when he brought up speculations about his costume - should he copy an outfit from the movie or figure out something of his own? - Henry had frowned and said he thought he was supposed to be Barbie. 

“Just face it, sweetheart,” Alex says, patting Henry on the shoulder. “You are clearly the Ken to my Barbie.” 

Henry huffs. “How am I the Ken to your Barbie?”

“Well.” Alex leans back on the couch and gestures to himself. “I’m the successful career person, and you are my hot blond accessory. Obviously.” 

“Unbelievable,” Henry says. He sounds genuinely offended. “David, are you hearing this?” David the Beagle lifts his head lazily at the sound of his name, but finding no imminent threat and no promise of treats, he goes back to napping on the couch. 

“All this time,” Henry goes on, and Alex can tell he’s really amping up the theatrics now, probably working up to a dramatic monologue of some kind. “I thought you liked me because of my intelligence, my wit. I thought I was more than just a pretty face, but no. Apparently I’m just some attractive himbo boytoy to you. Utterly unbelievable.” 

He punctuates this absolute scene with a very undramatic bite of chocolate chip cookie. This batch is his third attempt, and Alex has to admit they aren’t terrible. They are overbaked and therefore rock hard - Henry’s annoyed chewing can probably be heard halfway down the street - but they’re already miles better than the last batch. Alex thinks it best not to speak of the last batch.  

“I can’t believe you just called yourself a ‘himbo boytoy’.” Alex is wheezing with laughter, and Henry’s stubborn chewing, his failing attempt to look dramatically offended while crunching on a cookie the texture of a brick, only makes it harder to stop laughing. “Those are your words, not mine.” 

He deigns not to mention that while he has been busy with important law shit all week, Henry has been busy baking cookies. And being really bad at it. That’s definitely Kenergy. 

Henry sighs and washes down the remains of the tragic cookie with tea. “You’re not seeing my vision, love. You would really make an excellent Ken. And I would make an excellent Barbie.” 

“Damn,” Alex says. “We must already be in Barbie’s Dreamhouse because… uh. Keep dreaming.” 

“That… was a truly terrible comeback.” 

Alex sighs. “Yeah. They can’t all be winners.” 

Henry nods gravely. “I’d say this proves my point. You’re Ken, and I’m Barbie.”

It most definitely does not prove anything. “If you’re Barbie,” Alex says, “then you’re definitely Depression Barbie watching the Pride & Prejudice movie like a million times.” 

Henry apparently doesn’t have a response to that except indignant spluttering. Alex laughs so hard he wakes up David. He almost falls off the couch laughing when Henry responds with: “How dare you, I am clearly Irrepressible Thoughts of Death Barbie!” 

Then they’re both laughing, while David watches them in utter confusion. 

“Alright,” Alex says once he has calmed down. “Fair enough. But we can’t both be Barbie!”

“Why not, though?” Henry counters. 

“It’s a couples costume!”

“Well,” Henry says. “Two Barbies can love each other! It’s the 21st century!” 

Alex tries to sigh but it comes out as more laughter. “Yeah, yeah,” he says. “Gay rights for Barbie or whatever. But two Barbies won’t be as recognizable as a couples costume. People will just think we’re two people who independently decided to dress up as Barbie!” 

“Alright.” Henry picks up his phone. “I’m settling this once and for all.” 

“What? Who are you calling?”

That question is quickly answered. The dial tone only rings twice before the call goes through, and Pez’s voice fills the living room. “Well, if it isn’t my second favourite disgraced royal. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Henry wastes no time on niceties. “Pez. Out of Alex and me, who is Barbie and who’s Ken?”

Pez doesn’t even take a moment to consider it. He just says, “Darling, you’re definitely Ken.” 

Ha! Told you, Alex mouths, his face lighting up in a vindictive grin. 

“That is the wrong answer,” Henry tells Pez, whose laughter comes out a little tinny through the phone speakers. 

“Oh come on, you know I’m right,” Pez says. “Or perhaps I just really want to see your boyfriend's magnificent arse in that Barbie-pink pantsuit. You know, the one Margot Robbie wears in the film?” 

More indignant spluttering from Henry. “Pez, you’re on speaker.”

“Oh good, I hoped I was,” Pez replies. “Hello, Alex! I look forward to seeing your Barbie costume. Do come to me if you need help putting it together. Toodles!"

And then he hangs up. Henry glares at the screen like he can magically will Pez to come back and take his side this time. 

“Well, you heard him,” Alex says, not even trying to hide his laughter. 

Henry huffs and shoves the phone back in his pocket. “Well, who made him the expert, anyway?”

“Pretty sure you did, when you called to get his opinion. To, you know-” Alex clears his throat and puts on his best Henry impression- “settle this, once and for all.” 

Presumably at a loss for words, Henry picks up another cookie and, with considerable effort, bites into it. There’s nothing more to say, anyway. They both know Alex has won. 

“Besides,” Alex says, holding up his phone to show Henry the transaction on the screen. “I already ordered the “I am Kenough” hoodie in your size, sweetheart.”

[skitskatdacat63]

"From triumph to failure is but one step."

+ the usual

I love when I can include paper sketches in the process gif. It's very satisfying to see it progress from a very vague imagining of what was in my head to the finished project.

+ version without text

My favorite sketch was definitely the one where I actually put in words what it's supposed to convey. I wouldn't usually write that down, cause it's all in my head, but it was useful to do so when sending it to other people. I'll go into it more but here it is just as a teaser:

Lmao first of all, I like how I was teasing "Spanish GP" art, but as per usual, it's just thinly veiled au art. IM SORRY, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN MAKING GENERAL POSTERS, THAT'S NO FUN! So instead you will get weirdly relevant matador au art. I like it a lot though, I was really shocked I was able to draw 3 different Fernandos, I mean even drawing one figure takes a lot out of me, but this was weirdly easy?? I think it's just the effect of not being burnt out anymore, and actually being able to draw with more ease makes me feel like a god.

Okay, so the text: "Fight or Flight?" I'll be honest, I don't even remember why I chose it, literally came to me in a vision 😭 But I think it's fitting with the narrative of this piece. Is it better to keep going on, keep fighting, or better to finally give up, and flee? Not that I even remotely think he should give up, but I feel like sometimes I can sense him pondering this very question. That was the big fear before he announced that he re-signed. Keep fighting and maybe, just maybe, you'll get the chance to finally go up against the bull again. Or accept it's an uphill battle and the fighting is going to keep getting more and more strenous, and maybe it's time to put down the sword. SORRY THIS IS SO ANGSTY FOR WHAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE "yayyyy home race!!!" Please forgive me <3

I. Renault

At some point, someone pointed out to me that I had drawn all other iterations of matador Fernando with a sword, except for Renault Fernando, and that ended up feeling very poignant to me. In a bull fighting match, they really only pull out the sword at the last minute to deliver the killing blow. So I think it's important to never draw this Fernando with a sword, because it shows the unfailing confidence and stability he has at that point. He only needs to pull out the sword at the end, as a formality almost, there's no reason for him to keep his guard up at all times.

II. Ferrari

Meanwhile this Fernando, he's considering his sword like he hasn't had to in the past. He's checking the sharpness, making sure in advance he can do what needs to be done. He's on guard, he feels like he needs to keep up his defenses at all times because he doesn't have that same amount of trust and stability anymore. He knows though he will be up against the (red) bull, at least that's never in question. At least there's the assurance he'll get the chance to fight.

III. Aston

Oh, Aston Fernando....He doesn't know whether to take up his sword or finally put it down for the last time. While at least Ferrari Fernando knows he's on constant guard against the bull, this Fernando doesn't even have that assurance anymore. He feels like he can never put down the sword, just in case he gets the chance to strike the killing blow on the bull, which feels like it's growing more and more unlikely.

Spanish flag: ? Lmao this was meant to be something to celebrate Fernando's home race and it turned very introspective whoops. Also got the Napoleon quote in there hahaha, can't escape it!! Shame though there is no French gp anymore, if so I'd probably draw an unhinged thing for it :,(

[pianokantzart]

As much as I love Mr L I wanna see more people talk about that time in Mario Tennis Aces where Luigi turns into an evil “mummy” under the control of an ancient evil tennis racket named Lucien because he touched racket for looking nice and sparkly like the silly silly guy he is😭

It's true that "an ancient evil tennis racket" is hard to say with a straight face, especially when compared to the seriousness of Super Paper Mario, but I agree that Lucien needs further exploration. Mr. L is fun, but that racket has destroyed entire civilizations, and the fact that he's now wielding Luigi of all people as his primary puppet is a great concept.

I particularly like that Mario was Lucien's original target before Luigi got a sudden case of corvid brain and intercepted. (I also like how in the updated cutscene Luigi tried to stop himself when he was told that the racket wasn't for him, but his clumsiness caused him to stumble and grab the racket on accident, kickstarting the plot.) We were so close to getting possessed Mario.

I'm all for that extra hint of guilt Mario must've felt knowing Luigi essentially took the blow for him. Mario was suspicious, but he might've been talked into grabbing the racket if things hadn't happened the way they did.

So... yeah, I think this entire scenario is in need of a one-shot or a drabble or something.

[ash-elizabeth-art]

And I don't know which is more lovely a thought

[anthurak]

Dumb/Dramatic/Gay Shit that Blake and Yang probably do while sparring:

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Blake really likes the IDEA of stylishly tying Yang up in her ribbon so that she can dramatically pull her partner into an embrace and/or pin her to the floor or wall.

Unfortunately, Blake can never seem to get it quite right. Despite her otherwise seemingly supernatural skill in sending Gambol Shroud exactly where she needs it, whenever she tries using it to tie up Yang, she always does something stupid like hitting her girlfriend in the face and/or boobs, accidentally yanking off her prosthetic arm, or that one time GS went around Yang’s neck and almost strangled her.

Obviously Yang doesn’t hold it against her one bit, but Blake still feels super awful and embarrassed about it.

And the one time Blake tried it while they were up-close, she ended up getting them BOTH tangled up and tied together with her ribbon so badly they ended up being stuck for the better part of an hour before Ruby and Weiss found them.

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Meanwhile, sometimes in the middle of a spar, Yang will just catch the blade of Gambol Shroud with her prosthetic hand. She then tends to either use that to get Blake off-balance to pull her into a hug (generally followed by smooching) or getting Blake into a pin (also generally followed by smooching).

Alternatively, Yang just holds Gambol Shroud in place as the fight comes to a pause, gently caressing the blade with her own metal fingers as she and Blake gaze into each other’s eyes.

And it always makes Blake go weak in the knees.

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Finally, given their mutual fixation on their ‘Rivals/Enemies-to-Lovers’ roleplaying, both Blake and Yang REALLY like the idea of two rivals trading weapons mid-fight, being so intimately familiar with each other that they can use the other’s weapon just as well as their own.

Unfortunately, Blake and Yang have since discovered that this trope simply does not work with their respective fighting styles.

Simply put, Yang is NOT well-versed in swords, and Blake is NOT well-versed in punching.

Also, they have discovered to their disappointment that Yang’s gauntlets aren’t exactly easy to ‘drop’ or otherwise ‘fall off’ mid-fight. Particularly given that one of Yang’s gauntlets is kind of built into her right arm.

Blake and Yang did try one idea once that involved them trying to ‘trade’ the bladed-scabbard of Gambol Shroud and the left gauntlet of Ember Celica mid-fight.

It… did NOT go well.

Having been observing at the time, Weiss considers it to be by far one of the DUMBEST things she’s ever seen, while Ruby considers it one of the funniest.

[unknownarmageddon]

Sorry.

BAHAHAHA

Jaa oh my god this is brilliant FHFHF WEEPING