#i guess we'll leave it at that

[biblically-accurate-dca]

painting test with a limited color palette

here's the moon equivalent!

[gammija]

joking aside, while jonny, alex and tim fearon are all credited as [ERROR], the casting image clearly has different garbled text for all of them. So it seems like [ERROR] is something like a status condition, though how exactly you get it... dimension-hopping? avatarhood? being a computer and/or tape recorder? who knows

[jesuis-assez]

┕━» Tim & Lucy - Doors

[willyhoos]

chara deserves to break out of the game window and stretch their legs a little.

HD still beneath cut!

[namelesspages]

going to a ren fair tomorrow and i needed some final bits for my outfit, so thrift store hunt it is. and holy shit. I found the exact things i needed to turn a vaguely steampunk outfit into a full on mechanisms cosplay!!! so yeah I'm going as jonny d'ville (who stole brian's hat)

[pushing500]

Awww poor Mechi. I feel bad for him, but I do think, out of all the horrible diseases he could have gotten, sensory mechanites are the most mechanitor-appropriate.

Grouchy showers make me feel better when I'm sick, too.

does it count as a fanservice drawing if I'm mostly drawing it for myself?

I know what will make Mechi feel better- more entities to study! Provoking The Void sounds like a great plan with absolutely no repercussions! 👍

Eugenia is a wild woman who likes to lie on our very, very spooky psychic ritual spot sometimes. I don't know why she chose the hot paving stones instead of the cool grass, but whatever. If she gets consumed by The Void, she gets consumed by The Void.

2897 hours in RimWorld, and this is my very first Man in Black event... How exciting!

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[booasaur]

Special Ops: Lioness - 1x07

[itseghost]

silly but,, i saw a post going around with that passage and well. visiting halsin post epilogue, plenty of room for this joke to happen lmao you're always considered a young man when you're with full elves i guess!!!

[yannig]

And this right here is the first proof we have that Huaien is lying to Xiaobao.

Of course, he's lying on his background as a bodyguard, but that's different from lying to Xiaobao's face - it's a general cover that the Jin's men discovered through investigation. It's not directly relevant to their relationship.

But the rest of it? I'm expecting most if not all of the stories about his family to be truthful - as well as his disbelief in love. Sure, he's hiding a lot, but most of what he's revealed to Xiaobao was likely true.

It doesn't, however, mean that it was genuine. I was asking last week if Huaien's vulnerability was genuine or a calculated way to manipulate Xiaobao. I'm of the opinion it's going too quickly to be entirely genuine - Huaien doesn't strike me as the type to make love declarations that early.

This lie proves that it is at least part of said vulnerability is manipulative. He pretends to have sacrificed a great deal to save Xiaobao when in reality his mission was perfectly fulfilled. Of course the document he gave whoever this asshole is was a decoy; Huaien isn't stupid.

But he nods when Xiaobao asks if he gave their attacker what he wanted, lying to cement the idea that he's falling in love with Xiaobao and that he's ready to risk his father's anger for him. It's the first clear confirmation we have that he's purposefully manipulating Xiaobao.

Of course, it comes to bite him in the ass instantly when his father's next order it to kill the Jin family, which actually puts him in a situation where he has to chose between his father and Xiaobao.

Up to that point, he could tell himself that every time he was allowing Xiaobao close, it was for the good of the mission. That he was seducing him to use him to get the accounting book. That he was being vulnerable and open to manipulate Xiaobao and not because he was enjoying his attention, his care, his warmth. That he was protecting him to endear Xiaobao to him and not because he cares about him. That he was being possessive because the seduction plan will work better is Xiaobao's attention is focused solely on him.

Now though? Now he's going to have to make a choice.

Does he follow his father's orders in hope that he will actually give him his freedom, but lose Xiaobao's warmth?

Does he try to pretend he followed his orders while hiding Xiaobao somewhere?

Or worse, does he fully disobey his father and try to save the whole family, because Xiaobao has both shown and stated that he'll be sad if his family dies?

[blakistan]

Something about how the Witness’ goal is to bring together the Traveler and the Veil to gain admin control over the universe and shape it to its own vision. Something about how the Distributary is a pocket universe created at the edge of Light and Dark, where the first to enter could shape its properties to their whim. I swear there’s something here, I’m just not sure what exactly

[lulu-draws-stuff]

Here is my own recolors trio! They are the primary colors :]

They're very silly

[lacnunga]

In the wake of the IA situation, I've seen a lot more posts circulating about using your local library and I just. Sigh

[todayisafridaynight]

dads and makeup

[nacrelysis]

can't help but think like, bro. if you wanted to attack the archive, good job i guess?

but if you actually wanted to erase the queer + nsfw + queer nsfw content that ao3 houses...good fucking luck, dude (sarcastic).

people are always going to create. people are always going to be exploring the meaning of humanity or morality or any complex emotion through their art.

governments and groups alike have tried to censor literature in history. that sort of sentiment has indeed led to book burnings and regimes and horrible ways of attempting to control the human mind. but do you know what it didn't do? it didn't fucking stop those writers. it didn't stop their responses. it didn't stop efforts to restore and preserve after the worst had passed.

like, if that is your unironic objective for this whole situation. i don't know what to tell you. lol. humans, we are always going to create. queer people, we're always going to have pride in our identity and expression. authors and artists and creators, we are always writing and drawing and creating for ourselves, for our inquiry, and for our communities.

if ao3 really goes down for a prolonged period of time, people will find other ways. if you take away one website, people will move to others. if you take every one of those down (and i hope it drives you bankrupt doing so), then, eventually, people will create their own archives. online. in real life. of course it won't be the same. and it'll be difficult. but, i guess my point is that we won't stop.

like imagine telling a human to stop making art. lol. companies will stop doing something if it doesn't make a profit, but we aren't creating for money. what we're creating for, our causes and motives and passions, are things a cyber attack/acts of hate will always fail to stifle and take away.

[b-blushes]

thursday quest - no physical therapy today - make and eat lunch sooooo early but i can do it!!!!! - get ready for wedding - attend wedding! yay! (: - decompress well when i get home <3

[eskawrites]

#21 for the angsty prompt, if you feel like it <3

21. "This isn't what it looks like."

Nancy has picked up many skills in all her years fighting the supernatural forces beneath Hawkins. How to shoot a gun. How to set a bear trap. How to bandage a wound, sort of. Well enough, anyway.

How to pack a bag quickly. How to sneak out of the house without being seen. How to disappear.

Her clothes are easy enough to throw into a suitcase, though she lingers for far too long debating whether she wants to throw Robin's sweater in there, too (she does). She leaves all her things in the bathroom, figuring she can just buy more wherever she ends up.

She doesn't touch the photos, knowing she doesn't deserve them, but she ends up just standing and looking at them for a while, getting lost in her own raging thoughts as she wonders yet again what the hell she's doing. Why the hell she hasn't done it yet.

She lingers too long. She hears Robin's car pull up, the sound of her tires on the driveway familiar in a way Nancy hadn't even realized until now. The car door shuts, and Nancy stares helplessly at the mess she's made of their bedroom. She hears the jingle of Robin's keys, then the turn of the lock. Her vision is blurred by the time Robin's greeting carries through the house. Then,

"Oh, you're in here. I--Nance? What's wrong?"

Nancy turns around in time to see Robin notice the suitcase open on the bed, Nancy's entire wardrobe piled inside it.

"What's going on?"

"This isn't what it looks like," she tries, but she was never a good liar, really. Clever, determined, analytical, but a terrible liar. Especially in front of Robin.

"Then what is it?" Robin says, giving her the benefit of the doubt anyway. An understanding Nancy can't stand. A chance she doesn't deserve.

And all Nancy can do is stare at her.

"Nancy?" Robin asks, her voice pitching high and nervous. "What's going on?"

"I can't," Nancy breathes.

"Can't what?"

"I just--I don't--I'm sorry, Robin."

Robin is crying now, too, reading the silences between Nancy's choked words, seeing her so vividly and so thoroughly. Nancy hates it. She wishes, suddenly, for Robin to be like Jonathan. Like Steve. More friend than lover, more stranger than friend, in the end. Someone easy to let go of. Someone who will let her go.

But Robin isn't like that. She's always been more. She's always known exactly why Nancy says the things she says, does the things she does.

"I--" Robin falters. Takes a ragged breath. Tries again. "What did I do?"

"Nothing," Nancy rushes to say. "Nothing at all, you didn't--you know you didn't, Robs, you know it's always been me."

Robin shakes her head. "Then don't do this. Don't go."

"I don't know how to stay," she says, and she hears Robin sob.

"Try," Robin begs. "Please. For me. For us. Please, just try."

"You deserve so much more," whispers Nancy

"You don't have to always run."

"But what if I do?"

"You don't."

"Robin--" She can't do this. She turns sharply away from her, unable to look at her anymore, to face what she's doing to her. She grabs the suitcase instead and pulls it toward herself. Her hand goes to the zipper and tugs hard. It catches, and she grits her teeth and shoves the sleeve of whatever's in the way back inside.

Robin's sweater. It's soft to the touch, recognizable immediately. Nancy's fingers curl around it without permission. Behind her, she hears Robin's shaky breath.

"You don't have to do this," she says.

"I already have." Nancy turns to face her. Her hand won't let go of the sweater, so she pulls it with her, bundles it in her arms and holds it to her chest. "Robs. If I stay, you will spend the rest of our lives terrified that I'll try to leave again."

"Nance--"

"I can't do that to you. I can't--you--I'm sorry."

"So don't go."

"I'm so sorry."

"Nancy, please."

Nancy shakes her head. Screw the suitcase. She can buy clothes, too, when she's gone. She just needs to go.

She starts to walk out of the room, but Robin catches her by the arms as she passes her.

"Robin--"

"Just tell me why." Robin searches her face desperately. "Why? You have unresolved trauma? I know, I do too. The nightmares? The flashbacks? Your terrible sleep schedule and your unhealthy coping techniques? I have them all, too."

"You deserve--"

"Bullshit. Don't tell me I deserve better, I want you."

"I want you to have more."

"Not possible." Robin lets go of her for just long enough to step into her space, to reach up and cup her cheeks, brushing the tears gently, frantically, away. "I know your grief, Nancy. I know your pain, and your fear, and I know your need to run. Just please, please, don't run from me."

"I'll hurt you. I have hurt you."

"And you'll do it again, and I'll hurt you, because that's what people do. But we'll heal each other, too. Love each other, too. You just have to give us a chance."

Nancy closes her eyes and hugs the sweater closer. "Let me go, Robin."

"No." It comes out as a whimper.

"Please. Just let me go."

Robin's hands tremble against her, but she does as Nancy asks. She always does what Nancy asks, and Nancy loves her for it even as she absolutely loathes the slow, painful way Robin releases her now. She loves her, and that's the most terrifying thing she's ever faced. Nancy steps back, widening the distance between them.

She pulls the sweater on. It's long on hair, bulky enough to be instantly warm. The sleeves go past her fingers, and she bunches them in her hands and holds on for dear life.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, opening her eyes again even as she backs away further. Robin watches her, eyes wide, broken heart on her sleeve. Nancy forces herself to turn around and keep walking.

She can hear Robin following her, but she doesn't argue again. Not as Nancy pulls on her sneakers, or grabs her purse, or pulls her keys down from the hook by the door. She just trails silently after her, watching Nancy rip herself out of the life they've started to build together.

But as Nancy opens the door and forces herself down the front steps to her car, her own thoughts start screaming at her again, voicing all the protests she's certain Robin is biting back now.

Nancy stops. She stares at the car, then down at the keys in her hand. An escape. A retreat. A new beginning, as if starting over has ever made her any less broken.

She turns back around. Robin is standing just outside the door, socked feet on the cold concrete, tears on her cheeks as she watches Nancy go.

"I don't know how to stay," Nancy says, and maybe it's supposed to be an apology, but it feels more like a plea.

"I'll figure it out with you," says Robin, always hearing everything she never says. "You know I will. You just have to trust me."

"It's not you I don't trust."

"I trust you, Nance," Robin breathes. "I trust you with my life. I trust you with my heart."

"I wish you wouldn't."

"That's not your choice to make."

She swallows. "But this is."

Robin closes her eyes. "This is."

Nancy drops her purse. She runs back up the steps. Robin opens her eyes in time for Nancy to slam into her.

"I'm sorry," she cries even as she wraps her arms around her.

"I know. It's okay."

"I'm going to hurt you."

"And I'll forgive you, just as long as you love me, too."

"I do. I don't know how not to."

"Then that's all we need," Robin whispers. Her hand tangles in Nancy's hair, and Nancy clings to her like a lifeline. "I promise that's all we need."