#Such a Good aniversary

[atomicengineerdetective]

ASH KETCHUM WORLD CHAMPION!!

This makes me So Unbelievable Happy. You have No idea. It's been so long. So many years following this Kid and His Incredibly powerful pikachu I love to see him Win. He and his team Family deserves this one

Congratulations!

[weird-cato]

yttd time! kuggie and anzu + a bunch of doodles!

[naturallyteal]

Recipe for Good Omens

(as inferred after eating it all up)

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Take a pound each of

The Deepest Philosophy,

Humour,

Love for your fellow beings and Earth,

Compassion for the human condition.

Season with drama and intricate plot-weaving.

Mix into a dough using hard work, intelligence and lots of Fun.

Roll out onto a baking tray with a heavy pastry roller of gifted writing skills.

Bake in the oven of time just under 30 years on low temperature. Enjoy the expanding aroma.

Wave to a Light.

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Now top with layers of luscious pictures, scrumptious virtuosi in black and white, an additional hint of romance and just a dash of erotic tension.

Stuff with creative talent of all trades.

Apply excellent cinematic symbolism to make it fold in on itself like puff pastry, with convolutions of convolutions of self-reference.

Fuse it all with the pressure of more hard work, intelligence and Fun.

Add music to taste and bake.

Enjoy! Make a lot of people very happy!

~

But wait! They haven’t seen the half of it yet:

Add another layer of topping with more of the same, but also add a mystery and ✨Clues✨, both inside and out.

Spike with some more morality conundrums, with a hefty jigger of diversity topics.

Add a handful of origin stories of characters and character streaks, some of them convoluted all into one.

Apropos convolutions, introduce more of those now between the two layers of topping, until it all ferments nicely in meta-self-reference.

Add another big scoop of romance and erotic tension. But careful, not too much, just enough! Always keep them wanting!

Then carefully mix a whole bottle of inflammable miscommunication with a glass of unstable non-empathy on top of it all, put a match to it, and Vavavoom! Watch the whole thing go up in flames!

Enjoy the aftermath, watch fans squirm in anguish, hungrily trying to understand What Just Happened, asking you silly, connecting their brains in analysis and creativity to find out and/or fix it, picking up the scattered morsels, craving more.

~

You got them THINKING-FOR-THEMSELVES.

Say "Cheers!"

…I wonder what you'll be serving for next course. (stomach growling)



[noblogname765]

Happy 5-year anniversary to the tv show that moved inner worlds of so many of us!❤️

My most fave scene is probably this - the dialogue that comes next, the hurt and hope, these looks…

I just wish I had my memory wiped to watch the whole show again from scratch!

[arsenic-katnep]

i apologize to anyone who knew me during 2021

[september-poetry]

a capsule of feelings (for @beeeeeeeeeess)

its hard to encapsulate my feelings towards you

you are like seeing the stars for the first time

an enigma to behold

every freckle another galaxy

a cluster of idiosyncrasies

the different ways in which you smile

one, bright and loud and boisterous like the full moon after a storm

stark against the battleground left before

a cleansing light

washing away the woes of the past

a lighthouse amongst the thunderous dark

the second, a smooth dulcet lover

a dark whiskey shot back

the burn in your throat

the hum in your lungs

the soft warmth of alcohol consuming your senses

a tantalising gaze

tormenting the senses

taunting the unknown

the third, a weighted blanket

a pressure to keep you safe

the embrace of the depths

the calm of the ocean at midnight

the taste of home

the comfort of memories

that subtle curiosity in your eyes

the way the clouds greet the sun like an old friend

your voice is the liminal space between a friend and a lover

the rumbling deep beneath the surface

a heartbeat beneath the floorboards

the undercurrent of tenderness

enraptured when your voice melts into honey

sweet and soulful and full of life

pollinated by affection

when your mouth fills with blood

warm and red and spiked with lead

teeth bared to bite

pierced flesh feels like home

every side

every element of you

is like a new canvas

an oil painting

a myriad of colours

oranges and sunset yellows

greens and blues and deep dark purples

black coffee and grapefruit tea

the complexity of you

and i love every part

02 / 05 / 24

[arisveah]

its not all doom and gloom…

he regenerated early, and now he’s waiting for his friends to get out of the hospital/mechanics room/cadaver study???? its been a long day…

[luna2-5]

🌿7 years and ♾️ 🌿

✨Our little family ✨

[wehelddarkness]

prayer circle for harry to play fine line on the 13th 🕯✨💫🕯✨💫

[biohazard-inevitable]

Proud of myself for making it all the way to episode 61 of One Piece and still so excited upon seeing them enter the grand line

[revengeraven]

You will all be inflicted with superior story before the “canon” one if I have anything to say about it, by the way.

[indigayghost]

I dumbly let my tablet in my house and now I'm stuck in my parents house without it so I can't draw I hate life God isn't real

[py-dreamer]

@dynamicsimp hope ya like it!

EYESHOT AU DITY

I literally did this in one day- help.

So yeah, I tried out the gosh-dang challenge and honestly?

Quite happy with how it came out! It was very interesting and actually very fun working on a piece with a monochrome pink palette!

Gosh, I haven't gotten to use my REAL lineless style (I use it for stickers but I haven't done any stickers in forever) where all the cel shading is real harsh and as it says in the title: no outline.

Lately, I've been more focused on lighting and texture in my digital works and just making everything 'softer' and more 'realistic' but dang, I forgot how much I missed just using my harsh and more cartoony style.

But because it looked good, here's the one with some light:

I am very happy especially since I do believe there is some improvement in the style.

(In that it doesn't look as amateur as when I first started out. But I think that's mostly cause I used monochrome here)

Does anyone else get that struggle? Feeling like you're not advancing then keep pushing yourself to change and improve but also really missing the original style?

Anyways some of y'all might be wondering where I've been for pride month....

I PROMISE IT'S NOT CAUSE I HATE PRIDE MONTH OR LGBTQ+ PLEASE PUT YOUR PITCHFORKS DOWN!!!!!

Mainly it has mostly been art block and just demotivation especially since I'm STILL WORKING ON THAT BIG PROJECT UGHHGHHHGGGHHGG.

(I'm not blaming y'all I'm just feral)

And just general procrastination.

BUT.

I do have another project in the works. So to any of my lovely marshiemallows who have seen my previous posts,

you'd know that I'm very...opinionated about Macaque. More specifically his attitude in canon and how the fandom treats him.

(Keep in mind the thing was planned before s5)

DISCLAIMER: Again, I do enjoy Mac's character. I just think he's a bit of a d!ck and kinda hates how a lot of the fandom (not all) brushes that over and throws the bucket of Wukong's sins down on the king's head.

(I also would not hesitate to wack him with a stop sign on the chopping block if given the chance /hj)

But without further ado I decided to do something other than complain and present you guys this:

Yay! So if you're into Macaca bullying, join the Mac bullying train! CHOO CHOO!

(also big thanks to @furornocturna for beta reading and helping with characterizations and stuff. There will be another post just detailing bout the fic later but yea go check them out, their work's great)

AND HAPPY ANIVERSARY TO DYNAMICSIMP FOR THE AU!

[k4shixe]

Can you do a Gojo one where they got in a fight please?

Broken Heart.

Pairings; fem!reader x Gojo Satoru (gn!reader aswell)

Warnings; breakup, cheating, mentions of being drunk, angst, not proof read

Word count; almost 1.5k

Summary; Gojo had come home drunk one night with an attitude, and after being suspicious for a while it leads to you finding something that changes everything.

here is Part 2

Your alarm starts going off and as you groan and reach over to close the small hellish device you notice you boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, wasn’t in bed next to you. “He might’ve got called in early or had to train his students” you think to yourself as you roll out of bed and walk over to the bathroom to do your daily routine. Once you were done you decided to go for a jog to clear your mind and to get some fresh air. Even though Gojo never said anything about it, you were always a bit insecure about yourself. You were on the slimmer side, your body weren’t perfect but it wasn’t something people wouldn’t want. Gojo always complemented you but you felt like you had to make it up to him and be the perfect girlfriend for him like he is for you. So sometimes after he leaves for work you do a quick workout or a jog like this to make that process quicker, of course you could tell Gojo has noticed but he hasn’t said anything which makes you want to work harder.

As you were taking deep breaths to calm that racing heart of yours, you decided to do a quick stop by the store. Maybe you and Gojo could bake something together? You always loved doing anything with him, but baking, especially some brownies always had a place in your heart. So you took a turn to the store, grabbing a basket to get some ingredients (and maybe a bit of other stuff too ;)) and hurried back home to set it up. Placing the ingredients out on the table for easier access so you guys could cuddle and watch a movie together after, you hurried back to your shared room and got out some leftover rose petals that Gojo had used for your aniversary. Carefully spreading them out to make sure everything was perfect. It was about 4pm by the time you finished everything and you knew Gojo came back late so you sent him a text of an "I miss you :(" and awaited his reply as you sat down on the couch watching some tv.

It was about 9pm when you finally heard the door creak open and the footsteps of Gojo enter the house. You jumped up from your spot and ran towards the door, excited to see his big smile and amazing body covered by a white button up shirt which was his favourite to wear. But when you were greeted by a frown, it made your heart stop for a second. "Satoru? Is everything alright?" The worry was evident in your voice and you watched him scoff before taking a step. He was shaking and using the wall as support which means one and one thing only. He is drunk. You tried reaching out to help him but he moved your arm away and began walking towards the bedroom, mumbling something about being tired and wanting to shower. You nodded your head despite the fact he couldn't see you and went back to the couch where you quietly started sobbing. Sure it was late but you were in such a good mood, well, until someone came home drunk. Gojo wasn't that type of person but he does occasionally come home drunk but he always tells you that he'll be home late and in a better mood. So what has gotten in to him? It was probably a good few hours of just staring into nothing and thinking that you decided to get to bed and discuss it later. You slowly opened the door to find Gojo asleep on his side, with his back facing you. You examined the room, the rose petals now on the floor instead on the bed, a huge part of it was dumped by your side. How sweet. You slowly and quietly got into bed, deciding to clean up the mess in the morning and closed your eyes to sleep.

Upon waking up, the dark room was lit up by your cell phone. It was a call coming from an unknown number? Picking it up you heard the sound of a coworker from your workplace, the one thats much much prettier then you and made you feel so insecure.

"Tonight was fun..." -giggles-

"I'll see your tomorrow right?" -giggles again-

Tonight? But you didnt do anything besides get ready for the massive fail of a date night? Could it be? No. It cant. Before you could get a word out she must've realised who she called as you heard a quick "oh shit" and the line disconnected. So she called the wrong number, but who was that meant for? Maybe some other guy but not your boyfriend right? Staring up at your celling with many questions going through your mind, you somehow managed to fall asleep again and once you woke up Gojo was gone again.

You didnt feel like doing anything so you stayed in bed for a few hours before deciding that maybe you should get some work done. Putting some bread into the toaster, you walked towards the laundry room and started putting a few of Gojos shirts inside as he couldn't be bothered doing his laundry. While separating the colours of the shirts, you came upon a white button up shirt. Simple and plain, but made Satoru look so hot. You rolled your eyes at the remembrance of your first time seeing him in one, it made him look unreal. Rolling you eyes with a smile, you were about to put it in but saw a red mark. Maybe some blood? But a closer examination declared it was not just blood or a lipstick mark but nail polish, and you didnt own a red one. So who's could it be? It seemed to have gotten on some other clothes, but it was dry now which mean he had gotten it a couple hours ago. While he wasn't home. No. Its something else. It must be. But everytime you went over everything it just made more and more sense. The frown, the call, the nail polish. You paced around the house a few times before calming yourself down. You grabbed a suitcase and got all of Gojos things into there. Have you thought about giving him another chance? Yes. Are you going too? Nope. Because the more you think, the more you realised that this wasn't a one night thing for sure. He has come home numerous times with an attitude and when you asked he didnt say anything about it. And that coworker of yours looks in your direction more times then ever. You dragged the suitcase towards the door and waited for the white haired man to come through the door.

After a couple of hours, the door finally opened with a happy, smiling Gojo with a bouquet of flowers.

"Hey love! How was your da-"

"Get out."

His smiled immediately dropped when he saw a suitcase next to you, and he noticed the white shirt he had worn the night before.

"Cmon Baby. This must be a misunderstanding"

"No. I said get out Satoru!" As much as you tired to hold it in, the tears started falling and your voice began to break.

"After all this time, I was the fool to think someone like you could love me! I spent so much time and energy on you! On us! And this is what I get in return!" You threw his shirt on the ground with the nail polish mark up in clear view.

Gojo opened his mouth to reply but you didnt want to hear it.

"How long?" You say, voice trembling.

No reply.

"Satoru tell me, how long has this been going on! I know its with my coworker so how long!"

He tilted his head towards the ground. "A few months..." Ouch. That hurts like hell. He played you for months?

"Y/n! Listen to me! Please! Im so sorry!"

"I gave you everything Satoru! Why! I know im not pretty like her!"

"No your so much more prettier then her! I was just drunk one night and I-"

"Good job! At least you admit it!"

You both stay quiet, the sound of heavy breathing and a few sniffs coming from you was obvious, even a tear rolled down Gojos cheek.

"Y/n-"

"Please get out." You say kicking his suitcase towards him. He sighed solemnly with a nod. As he turned around he looked back at you.

"Y/n. I love you. I really do. Im so so sorry I fucked up"

"Get ou-"

"I'll text you later, Love."

And just like that, years of loving his have gone down the drain. You went to the couch and laid there, crying your heart out thinking of where you went wrong.

A/n; Didnt know if you wanted a happy ending butttt yeahh. Sorry that I got this out late and if Gojo isn't accurate. I haven't watched jjk yet but I know some bits of the characters personalities. Anyways hope you enjoyed!