i fucking love people here you guys see this dinnerplate-faced daycare animatronic and go "what if they were detectives" and you make all this amazing astounding art and writing and concepts and designs like yeah . sure . im going to be normal abt this and im not going to think about the incredible levels of creativity involved im not gointg to think about how much i love seeing beginner artists using the dca as a way to learn new skills in art and character design Im not going to think about how much joy is in all those AUs and how much artists and writers put aspects of whatever they enjoy in those stupid ass clowns to make these incredible inspired stories and artworks absolutely Brimming with love for what they created &how much i love seeing people in the community huddling around those AUs and hyping them up and making More Art from those yeah im normal. whatever
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I won a battle against art and anatomy, so I decided to doodle something real quickly as a treat!
Show gives me props to use to make cute little moments? Yes please and thank you.
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I love the big, ridiculous, dramatic disasters on 9-1-1, but I'd really love to see an episode where they don't go to a single call.
And I don't mean, the focus is elsewhere and we just don't see the calls. I mean they don't get a single call. Like the opposite of the quiet episode.
I want like, Buck climbing the walls, Eddie trying to pretend he isn't also bored out of his mind. Hen trying to be responsible and do responsible things but getting sucked into shenanigans. Bobby suspicious he gets to cook and eat an entire meal. Maybe Chim trying to avoid a conversation with someone and having to find excuses around the station to escape. Or begging Maddie to send them literally any job so he doesn't have to listen to Buck whining (especially when Tommy can barely respond to his texts because he's so busy).
And maybe they get one call and everyone rushes to get ready, gets in the trucks to go and then.... Slowly and sadly reverse back into the shed when they're stood down because another unit is closer.
I want them running out of things to clean, playing stupid games like fuck, marry or kill, doing personality quizzes ('Which animal are you? Buck and Cap both got golden retrievers!'). Just... The levels of stupidity they could get into with nothing else to do.
(And Bobby somehow gets an entire month's worth of paperwork done before he emerges into the disaster that is the firehouse, smoke alarm going off, feathers everywhere for some reason and just the entire 118 looking like guilty puppies)
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Oh what to Paint.. Hmm..
This is very messy!!! But.. I think I like it like that! I have realised that its fun to mess around a lot more with my style! Even if that does mean I'm switching between styles day to day.. AH!
Remember, friends! Have fun with your doodling and take Good care of yourselves! Now I'm going to get a nice long rest.. Sleep well or have a very Nice day!
(Ooh! Also! In future I may have my signature as my regular one, with my Name! Rather than catliker49! So.. beware of that! haha :o))
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drizzt reading update:
I blacked out and read two more books.
Entreri............ Entreri and Drizzt........... Did all that actually happen????? Did I dream that? Just....... WHAT?
This is so dangerous for me, Entreri is soooooooooooo....... He's so un-normal. The flavor. He might be the part that's taken me past the point of no return with these books. I can't do this, I can't fall for another awful little man with bags under his eyes large enough to hold groceries.
It's the way he manages to have sexual tension with everyone in the room just through the pure gravitational pull of his antagonism but is somehow 9000% asexual at the exact same time. No, not asexual. He's inventing a new kind of thing that's Worse. Fightsexual. Badchoicesgender. The primal rage of the retail night manager who spends his whole shift smoking behind the dumpster and yet somehow runs the tightest ship you have ever seen through pure spite alone. You make eye contact with him once and every dream you ever had about maybe going back to finish your bachelor's degree in ceramics and sculpture shrivels to dust within his vortex of hopelessness and directionless wrath.
You can't be serious, Entreri, you can't be serious about declaring Drizzt your ultimate soul rival for BEING A GOOD PERSON and you're not even aware that's what it is, you're just tying up his friend to an old-timey railroad track like "This is normal. I'm a professional. I'm not having a mental breakdown. This definitely isn't the most fun I've had in my entire life."
The way there's this sliver at the back of Drizzt's mind that prevents him from fully blaming Entreri because he can recognize that Entreri was created through utter lovelessness--the way that Drizzt can't help but have grace for that, but the very reason that Entreri is hunting him down is because Entreri cannot physically acknowledge his failure because he physically cannot offer himself that same grace. And what do you even do when you're torn to the very marrow and find NOTHING at your center? Nothing but the grace of the exact person you hate most for being exactly what you could not be? IT'S SO JUICY.
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Soap : Cap! I just had a thought, what if-
Price : Jesus fuck, have you heard of knocking?!
Soap : Oh, yeah, sorry, anyway - wait, are you okay? You're really sweaty... You know that could be a sign of heart failure in older men, right? You should get that checked out-
Price : Older men??? Okay, get the fuck out of my office before I throw this stapler at you.
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Nik : *snorts*
Price : Fuck you.
Nik : You wish, зайчик. Go back to your papers~
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Gaz : Did someone know Nik was here? I just saw him exiting Price's office, I didn't know he was on base!
Soap :
Ghost : No, I didn't know. You think he's here for a mission?
Soap : Holy steamin Jesus my poor eyes does anyone have bleach-
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