#final scroll

[boots-and-dagger]

My very hilarious last scroll on tiktok

[artist-rat]

skyrim never ends, it's just on pause sometimes. we're so back!!

[tampire]

Over a million damage of Oblivion

[roseworth]

goodbye brazilian twitter you will be missed dearly 😔

[moonzzzzi]

Mother Morrowind. Almalexia

[belfryart]

I'm hitting the deep dark urge to go back to playing Skyrim, so here's some Green Pact bosmer Alli because I can't help myself

[boiledkwamaegg]

quick Barbas doodle before i pass out

[charleezard]

Damn scrolling through the Eurovision tag this morning is both hilarious and infuriating. So I'm just going to make my own post

1. People complain EVERY YEAR that the jury vote sucks and is biased. Which is true, it is biased and that's no secret. Now people are saying the jury vote is actually good? Just because for 2 years it's been biased against Israel? Y'all can't even be consistent in your opinions.

2. I really hate the stuff people are saying about JJ and Austria's entry. Was it my favourite? No. But it was amazing. And people only being happy JJ won because they hate Israel is a huge disservice to their talent and everything they put into their performance. JJ was amazing and they deserved the win. Y'all need to stop being mean

3. Israel is not in Europe but they still compete because THEY ARE PART OF THE NETWORK. Omg can y'all not google for like 2 seconds before giving your opinions? Eurovision has a lot to be criticized but at least learn how Eurovision works before saying stupid things. Australia and Azerbaijan aren't in Europe either and they also compete.

4. Russia was suspended in 2022 because of problems with their membership obligations. Right after, they left the network. THAT'S WHY THEY'RE NOT COMPETING, and they won't be unless they join the network again.

5. Yes Israel had ads for their entry. So did other countries. So what? I don't see anyone complaining about other countries doing it, and ads don't equal bought votes. It's an ad.

6. On the topic of bought votes. Are y'all even thinking? You are free to boycott Eurovision if you want, nothing is stopping you. But if people who hate Israel are boycotting (and thus not watching or voting) guess what that means? The people who either don't care or who like Israel are the ones watching and voting. Logically, that means that those are the people voting and thus Israel gets votes. That's not buying votes, that's the consequences of your choices. You can't have your cake and eat it too.

7. I've seen some people say that there is no way Israel got that many votes because "there aren't that many Jews in the world". Yeah you're right, the percentage of Jewish people is extremely small, namely 0.2%. But why are you assuming that only Jewish people will vote for Israel? Plenty of Jews didn't vote for Israel, and plenty of goyim did.

TL;DR are y'all ok? Do y'all think before posting?

Anyways congrats to Yuval for second place, the public loved you 🇮🇱

[jckpot]

von dutch cult classic but i still pop i get money you get mad because the ba

[daggerfall]

10 Year Anniversary wallpaper just released!

I love all the little characters you can spot :3

[hinamie]

off on an adventure ! this au turns 1 week old today

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

pose ref [x]

[artist-rat]

lyds doodle!! it's not much but it's honest work 💪

[woolying]

tetro pink doodle dump: varied ramen trio edition 🍜🩷 i need to get all of these off my hands lol

picture captions, if you care:

sanrio dogs i drew in my sketchbook once during class ! they are such a doodleable bunch

IIIIIII👏SUP👏POSE👏HEY🆙

this was based on one of tsunos gacha cards, i just wanted to sketch it but then i got carried away..... rip to the matching cheshire sasaki that didnt get drawn (I PROMISE IM STILL WORKING ON THE GACHA CARDS THAT WON THE POLL I DID THAT ONE TIME....IM JUST THE STRUGGLER...)

von tweeted this one and i thought it was funny

i drew this one literally today lol also inspired by a von tweet!! a little bit of miki manami hcs kinda (ive been meaning to do art studies with them bc i have clear views of how the trio look in my head but im not very good at body variation...parkourist tsuno you are so important to me ill draw you well one day) also just know all of the isono hcs are me projecting thank u

isono miki digital angel real (featuring wader)

OOOOO YOU WANNA TALK TO ME ABOUT TETRO SU FUSIONS SOOOOOO BAD ametrine is my fave out of my finished ones so she gets posted yay

i saw the project sekai movie when it came out so i made sure masa miki did too (just realized i forgot wadas eyebrows um...im not going back to fix it sorry idk what canvas this doodle is on)

more sanrios except i assigned one to the whole cast and planned on drawing them all... then gave up basically before i even started lol (if anyone sees this please draw ojima with harenochi nyua and color it all cutelike ty)

/ 11. back to my roots: drawing wada over and over again (i was going through severe genuine withdrawals when i drew these i love drawing wadas)

[ninakoll]

6 page (pg-13?) rinniki comic inspired by that one rly cute hajime story in which hajime is invited to eat pizza with rinne at niki's place. did this sort of as rinne's bday comic since niki got one too! sorry if its a little ooc i needed them in the Situation for this comic to work...

that dangling spit over someones face as punishment thing is 100% an older sibling forbidden move . anyway.. always fun to draw a short comic. see you aruound space cowboys

[mutfruit-salad]

FUCK YESSSS!!!

🥳🥳🥳

Huge fucking news. This is amazing.

[mediumgayitalian]

When Lee and Michael pull him from Chiron's exceptionally dry Ancient Greek lessons, Will is excited. When they drag him down, ducking, behind the stables, as other campers walk by, he is intrigued. When they guide him all the way back to their cabin, sit him on his bed, and then drag two stools to sit across from him, silently, he is still excited.

A little nervous, now.

But excited.

"Will," Michael says, solemn. He presses his fist to his mouth, eyes carefully blank. "Will, you are almost ten years old, now."

Will bounces on his mattress, grinning. "Yeah! I'm nine and fifty-six seventy-thirds." He peers at his brothers hopefully, trying to lessen his fidgeting and appear Regal and Adult. "Am I getting my Dad present early?"

Gods, he hopes so. He has been counting down the days -- every tenth birthday, for every kid, Camp-bound or not, Apollo sends them a gift of gold jewelry, smelted in the heat of the Sun by Holy Hephaestus, jewels handcrafted by the finest artisans on Olympus, blessed by yours truly. Will has been watching in seething jealousy as Michael's signet ring glints every time he pulls back his bow, as Cass' hoops swing when she walks. He hopes the gift is earrings -- he finally convinced Michael to pierce his lobes a couple months ago, and he's tired of the ugly studs. Beckendorf made him promise to let him poke around at whatever Will gets, and Will has been itching to show him.

And to get the jewelry, obviously. That's priority number one.

Lee shakes his head slowly. "No. You will get your milestone when you get it." He exchanges a long, fearful look with Michael. Will picks at last summer's clay bead, with the trident on it. "Speaking of milestones…"

Michael makes a sudden, choked noise, covering his face with his hands and curling forward. Will startles. Lee sighs, looking down for a moment as well. When he looks up again, he meets Will's wide eyes with his teary ones, and places a supportive hand on Michael's back.

"Will…" he looks out to the open window, shaking his head slightly. When he looks back, his face is creased in apology, and his eyes are ringed with pity. Will feels his heart drop. "Have you chosen someone, yet?"

"Chosen?" Will straightens, fists twisting in his shorts. "Chosen someone for what?" Michael makes another strangled wailing noise. Will's breath hitches, and his ears white out. "Lee, tell me! Tell me now!"

"We are a Greek camp," Lee says, finally. "An ancient Greek camp. With ancient Greek customs, kiddo."

He says it softly, apologetically. Like the time a seagull swooped down and stole Will's ice cream, right from his hands, on the beach last week. Will recognizes the hopeless tone of his voice and his heart drops.

"How much did they tell you about…our customs?"

"I didn't listen to the admissions video!" Will confesses, panicked. "I'm sorry! It was so boring! There were a bajillion music numbers and they were all kind of bad no offense and the screen made my eyes hurt and I missed my mom and --"

"Will," Michael says, voice shaking. He meets Will's eyes and Will is horrified to see they are wet.

He has never seen Michael cry before -- not even once.

"It's okay, Will. Some people don't know."

"Tell me," Will begs. "Am I being sacrificed?"

To his great relief, both his brothers laugh, waving dismissive hands as they chuckle. Will sags into his pillows.

"Oh, no, gods no. That would be barbaric." Lee wipes a tear from his eyes. "C'mon, Will, we're a little more civilized than that." He smiles encouragingly. Will smiles, hesitantly, back. "You're getting married."

It takes a long enough moment for the sound to travel and the word to register that Will is sure his hearing aids have gone wonky. He taps them, as though it will do anything, and tilts his head.

"I didn't hear you right. What did you say?"

"Married," Michael repeats. "By age 10, like all people had to do back then." He and Lee exchange another weighted look. "That, or you have to marry Mr. D." He rushes to assure at Will's panicked shriek; "Only if you don't choose someone in time. You have until you turn ten, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone in time. You'll have most of the summer, anyway."

There is a moment where Lee and Michael murmur to each other, nodding. "Yeah," Lee says, mostly to himself. "You'll be fine." To which Michael responds: "Of course, of course. I mean, we did it."

Will sits there, frozen.

"I can't get married!" he cries, coming back to himself. He begins to hyperventilate. "I'm -- nine! I'm a kid!" He looks to his older brothers, blue eyes big and watery. "I don't even know how to file my taxes yet!"

Lee and Michael are sympathetic. They move forward, immediately, one on either side of him; Lee slides a squeezing hand around his shoulders, Michael pats him on the leg.

"It'll be fine, squirt," Lee soothes. He gestures across them. "I mean, me and Michael found somebody. It all worked out."

"You're married?" Will chokes out. His breaths come quick and shallow, despite Lee's comforting hand. "Michael is married?!"

"Watch it, twerp," Michael warns, at the same time as Lee says: "It was a challenge and a half, but yeah, Michael is married."

Will glances quickly down. There is no ring on either of their left hands, but they must notice him looking, because Michael snorts, pinching him on the knee.

"We just told you it's an ancient Greek custom, dumbass. Rings were invented later. We just…" He makes an incomprehensible gesture with his ringless hand. "Followed the book, completed the rite, etc, etc. Boom. Matrimony."

Lee nods. He rubs Will's shoulder a final time, encouragingly, before pulling away enough to give him space to breathe.

"You'll find someone, Will. We just thought we'd warn you because it didn't look like you remembered yourself, and we don't want you to have to…well."

Will shudders. Vaguely, in the back of his blurry, blurry memory, he can recall someone saying something in a video somewhere about partners and their importance in Camp. He had not paid attention, and he curses himself for it, now -- he almost had to marry Mr. D. Mr. D. who is rude, who smells like vinegar, who always has something in his teeth, who sleeps all day and drools more than a waterfall, who scares the satyrs on purpose and never even says sorry. Who is mean and gross and the worst ever.

"Thank you," Will says, tearfully. He grips his brothers' hands in his small fists and shakes from his spot between them, almost-life flashing in front of his eyes. If his brothers hadn't warned him, Mr. D. would have made him rub his stinking feet and feed him grapes for all eternity for sure. There wouldn't even be breaks for episodes of Star Trek. He shudders. "Thank you."

His brothers return the half-hug, although Michal sighs about it. He is too short to see the smirks they flash above his head.

"Anytime, twerp."

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