#I don’t know if this is healthy

[zyrart]

Can you draw Heimdall without his braids? I’m curious what he would look like and your art is amazing

Took me a long time but I kept changing his hair and couldn’t decide which look I preferred… so, have one more version and the one with his original braids

[wispscribbles]

Just gotta say I’m absolutely delighted you don’t give ghost chiseled ass abs, that man needs all the strength he can get and the meat on his bones feels much more realistic/healthy than him having vanity esc muscles :)

Manifesting your days are well!! <3

Big. Big man. Mountain to climb :)

Hope your days are well, too! Thank you <3

[vanhelsingapologist]

Publishing has always been a fucking nightmare, but now it’s a layer of hell. It’s not enough that writers be good at what they do. Writers have to maintain an active social media presence and cultivate a following. Be available.

They have to be conventionally attractive enough to look good enough to see on a screen, aesthetically pleasing, kind, funny, up-to-date on trends, socially aware but not so controversial that they turn off a brand from California from slapping their discount code on a video promoting a book.

They have to do all of this with no media training, with little help from the companies that are supposed to be doing this for them.

Of course, a lot of this isn't possible for say, the 40-something mother of two who teaches English at a school and writes on the side. She’s boxed out of an already complex industry that already has enough walls.

On some level, I think authors have always marketed themselves a little, but we’ve reached such a crazy point where we’re demanding the author become the influencer. Accessibility in publishing has narrowed from an inch to a sliver. And that inch was hard enough to get in as is.

[babycharmander]

Weird folks: Vent art of any form is good and all but it should ONLY be between you and your therapist. Don’t share that stuff online or publish it!!!

Me, an artist/writer: *goes to therapy, talks about my trauma and mental health and how sometimes it’s hard to talk about it with others*

Therapist: Have you thought about using your art and writing to help you work through these things and share them with others?

[afterartist]

Apriltello /neg

2k12 Dee I love u but this was not it

Pushing my rise turts paint their nails the colour of their brothers agenda

Bonus of my fav panels

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

it is possible to regulate your emotions themselves. when you regulate your behavior responses to your emotions, you will consequently regulate your emotions themselves. but even further than that, it is possible to rein in your emotional responses over time to be more manageable, just by asking yourself in the moment things like “Am I right to be this angry about such a small thing? Is my sadness about this situation valid or is it caused by selfishness/greed/pride?”

The people who tell you that emotions can’t be controlled and only behavior correction is possible are lying to you and constraining you to a miserable existence of always languishing & roiling beneath the surface.

[fumifooms]

Firefly Wedding is so…

It’s so

It’s them. It’s "It’s just a firefly, they’re meant to die soon. Why should I care about the sick, or the poor?"

It’s "I was purposely trying to scare you and push you away to see how far you were willing to go with your act, how desperate you were to play with my feelings as if I was a fool, but it didn’t work."

It’s "I know you’re just using me but now I care. Please keep using me. I need you to need me."

It’s choosing to give her her freedom anyways. Because your love is no longer all about you, no longer selfish. Because this love isn’t just a shallow balm to soothe your complexes anymore.

It’s being betrayed, finally facing the lies and no longer pretending you both don’t know that this is a farce, but desperately wanting to keep it going anyways. It’s "I should hate you now. Why don’t I? Hey, tell me we’ll go through with the plan, tell me you’ll marry me after all. Otherwise, why am I still here? Why don’t I want to leave? You act like you don’t need me but I still need you."

Like that’s so revolutionary for a yandere story. The self-delusion is strong, denial that things have changed despite it being impossible to truly believe, BUT HE STAYS. It’s no longer selfish 😭😭

"I don’t care about you anymore, I won’t help you. Get yourself killed for all I care." <- Jumps to her rescue 3 milliseconds later when she almost falls down a ladder/roof. It happens twice. The ‘lying and trying to emotionally distance yourself from something to protect yourself and not get hurt’ defense mechanism is blatant and it’s failing really bad.

It’s "My sense of duty and goals to have accomplished something useful in my short life are making me do this, but I do want you to stay with me." The yandere stuff here gets turned on its head because what he says is empty where it matters and meaningful where it matters. It’s knowing that if Satoko asks him not to kill anyone he won’t, but knowing that he won’t give up on her no matter what, even if she’s unattainable, even if she’s sickly, even if she pushes him away like just before. It’s so thinly veiled for "I’m determined to see my goal through, but that’s not what I want. If you just so happen to take me away and I don’t try to run away hard enough then we can elope and be free. I want to have an excuse to leave with you. Please give up on marrying me. Please don’t. I want that, but I can’t."

It’s "If I didn’t burn brightly in my short firefly life, then what was the point?"

Except that burning brightly doesn’t have to mean making big achievements, or being useful to your family.

It can be living happily, living for the ones you love, fighting for them. It can be worth to risk it for things that actually matter to you.

It’s giving your heart to someone, figuratively and literally. To lend it to them even if it might get used or battered, for as long as it beats to use your body to protect them, even if you have to sacrifice yourself. A love that burns bright into a bonfire before they both turn to ashes. Unwise but wholehearted.

It’s despite even that, needing grandiose gestures to be able to trust that this is real. It’s needing external cues that prove it to feel safe in their love existing, other people to confirm that he’s not crazy, that this is happening and this is how they both feel. Their love has been fake, both being a warped love and being a lie, only being out of necessity or because the other was the only one willing to offer it to them, offering comfort, safety, support and care. And showing that they care is the most loving of all It’s despite everything falling back into old habits that "Oh if she was miserably worried for me then that means she’s not indifferent to me! That’s good!" And then once again being taken aback by her, by her earnestness and by her will. Because oh, no, this goes deeper than that. She cares. It’s love.

It’s opening your heart up to love, and both being punished and rewarded for it.

But most of all it’s

And it being the most loving thing he’d ever heard

Firefly Wedding is so…

And yet it’s also

The complicated and hurtful nature of love and the joy and light it brings are two sides of the same coin, because that’s what inevitably happens when you care about something. But caring about a firefly isn’t a waste even however short lived it is, or how hard the loss will inevitably hit you. Isn’t their light just such a wonder to witness?

[mikeslawyer]

established mike and will regularly have the i love you more, no, i love you more argument that doesn’t end until the someone from the party tells them to shut the fuck up after an hour

[coastielaceispunk]

[poebrey]

this generation of kids is so fucked and it’s so depressing to watch in real time. the amount of parents that are like “my preschooler got covid/rsv/had to be hospitalized but it’s ok because kids get sick all the time” is so……in 20 years or so when these kids are in early adulthood we’re going to have an increase in autoimmune diseases and chronic respiratory illnesses along with heart conditions and strokes due to repeated covid infections and researchers are going to be scratching their heads on the cause and ignoring that we let kids go back to schools mid-pandemic with no disease mitigation and then ignored a second respiratory disease resurgence

[khaliarart]

Thanks for voting on my poll!! This was so much fun to make.

Let me get emotional on main real quick because it‘s Aka‘s bday (4 years!! sheesh) and that gives me the right to be annoying.

I didn‘t even want an irkensona when I joined the fandom, I rarely saw any of those so the concept was strange to me. But my crush at the time had made an irkensona (you might have heard of Dr. Lola) so naturally I whipped up Aka in about 10 minutes to ship with Lola. Crazy enough it worked out, said crush is now my gf of 4 years<3

I’m really glad the characters sticked, too. They changed my perception of art and really got me into creating my own stories.

Now who wants to see the first art of Aka? Dated 29/09/2019

[driftingballoons]

Darkrai may not remember, but Dialga sure does

[thef155]

I spend far too much time worrying about whether Carlos Sainz is actually resting right now or if his stupid ass is out riding a bike

[krasytoonz]

Sleep-over

[fromsko]

white ferrari ⊹ ࣪ ˖

pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

synopsis: reader is feeling self doubt about themselves. minho is there to remind them that everything will be okay eventually.

— a small note ; this is my first fic on here … i’ve been meaning to upload a fic for a while but i never felt confident enough to do so. but as of recent, my mind has been scattered. i feel a little helpless and overwhelmed with emotions that i can’t pinpoint exactly. is it self-doubt? fear? lack of confidence? i’m not sure. but this fic is very self indulgent. and i hope this can give someone a little smile or some sort of hope in themselves if they are feeling similarly to me. i needed some comfort and i hope i can help give some too ! frank ocean is an artist who’s music has helped me shape myself as a person. white ferrari is a beautiful song and i *highly* recommend listening to it while reading this ! thank you in advance for my small ramble and reading ^^ feedback is appreciated ! no use of names or y/n in this one ! just minho mentioned !

stay safe and healthy ^^ remember you are loved somewhere by someone.

“it’s so pretty. i haven’t seen a sunset like this in a long time…”

you whisper to yourself in a soft voice. it’s peaceful. feeling your bare feet in the cold and slightly damp, sand. watching the waves, the small trees in the corner of your vision swaying gently. the breeze gives a slight chill, involuntary pricking your skin with goosebumps. the breeze caresses through your hair, blowing through it gently. you shut your eyes. only for a moment. the sky is a pretty blue hue. a dark blue, indicating the end of the day. the clouds floating, small wisps of fluff cover the sky, like a scene from a painting you must’ve seen somewhere. a museum or perhaps online.

“pretty like you.”

you open your eyes and he’s appeared from behind you. a gentle hand on your shoulder you never really noticed until now. ‘when did it get there?’ you think. that’s not important, however, as minho gently takes your hand in his. lacing your fingers with his. he looks down and has a small smile on his lips before looking back at you and tugging your hand gently, it’s almost not noticeable.

“c’mon!”

he gently pulls you forward towards the shore, soft footprints left imprinted on the sand the closer you get to the water. the deep blue water sways gently onto shore, the white foam creating contrast between colours. he sits down on the shore ground, pulling you down in front of him gently, sitting you in between his legs, your back pressed against his chest and his arms slowly wrap around your waist. his chin rests gently on your head, a small kiss on your hair can be felt from time to time. an act of comfort to let you know, ‘i’m here, okay?’ it’s almost like he knew your shift in mood. at day, your smile brightened his day, in a contagious way. but as the day grew colder and more dark, your tone and mood shifted slightly. he always was able to read you so well. like he says, ‘i know you better than you know yourself.’

“you’re quiet, jagi.”

“i just want to admire the view.”

you whisper back. your hands resting on top of his. you shut your eyes again, just for a moment. your mind goes blank. the salty air fills your nostrils as minho follows along too. you can hear his deep breath, following yours, and his deep exhale, like yours. you stay in silence for what seems like hours. watching the sky darken gradually. your mind wanders. the moment is supposed to be romantic, and yet you’ve ruined it somehow with those thoughts in the back of your mind.

“hey.”

you tilt your head back on his shoulder minho looks down at you. his smile is small, but visible. he brings a hand to caress your cheek tenderly, he whispers again.

“i’m here. it’s me. i’m right here.”

you don’t even realise your eyes have started glittering with tears. a small stinging sensation can be felt in the corners of them. you blink and a tear rolls down. it’s cold, you can feel it. his brows furrow and your breathing becomes a little shallow. a tightening feeling creeps up in your throat and it’s uncomfortable more than anything. tears begin to pool in your eyes as you can’t help but get emotional.

“minho?”

“hm?”

“i feel guilty.”

his head tilts slightly in confusion. his brows furrow even further and his nose scrunches up slightly. he takes a deep breath again.

“what for?“

you take a deep sigh. you can feel the deep breath deep in your lungs. it’s almost a sharp feeling in your chest, not painful, but noticeable and uncomfortable yet again.

“i feel guilty because i’m being selfish and it’s not fair on you. i— i hate myself. to put it plainly— and i shouldn’t be putting that onto you, or anyone for that matter, that’s not fair. and i’m sorry it took me so long to realise.”

he almost wants to chuckle at your bluntness, but now’s not the time, and he knows that. another smile graces his lips and he slowly leans to kiss your nose. his eyes are loving and soft.

“don’t say those things. you have nothing to feel guilty about. your sadness makes me sad. it’s contagious.”

you chuckle softly through tears. you swallow down the lump in your throat but it comes back again. your bottom lip trembles ever so slightly.

“we’ll figure it out together eventually, okay?”

“but don’t you think that i hurt you in one way or another? my self hatred is draining, it’s not— that’s not fair. my insecurities— they’re not fair on you. it’s almost like a prison. i’ve trapped you and me in one.”

his hand continues to caress your cheek, his thumb brushing under your eyes lightly. it’s romantic, and comforting.

“don’t you ever doubt that. it’s not a prison. it’s a shelter.”

you choke up. it’s almost poetic the way he speaks so gently, like to one of his cats. it’s loving and meaningful. you know it’s sincere but it’s hard to believe. to just accept it.

“i can’t believe you, it’s hard.”

“i know, but i mean it. i mean all of it. i want you, all in. all of you.”

[stuckinapril]

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