#im jobless

[acaffieneaddictt]

Pov : TXT dorms

Scene : Yeonjun and Soobin watching Hierarchy

Scene within Scene : Chaemin and Jongeui kissing

Yeonjun : OMGWJJEJEISJEJE LOOK THEY'RE KISSING AOKEKWKSKRKELE

Soobin : EW. THEY'RE KISSING. EW.

Scene End.

Thank You for reading my Ted Talk

[niillusions]

Me rn:

I MIGHT GET A JOB, HOPEFULLY... YAY!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[zovie9638]

another BILLFORD ANIMATION!!!????

Hope you enjoy Previous

It seems I have short therm memory because despite how hard it was the first time, I do it again, not even a month later. BUT...I did it in less time than the first one EVEN THO IT'S LONGER??

I also find it funny how there's so much stuff neglected in it, while there's also a bunch of "useless" details (visual and audio). Partially because the School Adobe license was ending Sunday, and I didn't know if the thing would close in my face at 00h00. It didn't, so I managed to complete it and worked on it till 4am, then said goodbye to photoshop and close it. This is also why the weekly comic will be late.

Looking for music AFTER finishing an animation is not the greater idea either. Especially with this animation, the moods changes, so should the music too, but I am no musician, got no money and a idea I was gonna stick to.

[kurukurumiku]

DID SOMEONE SAY ZHOU TO FERRARI!???

[siire314]

putting my degree into something useful for once

[haedraulics]

the most iconic "they don't know they're about to fundamentally change each other's lives" moment in yaoi history

young holmes/watson designs partly inspired by @contact-guy's incredible comic adaptation of canon which i am obsessed with!!

[yois2aki]

nothing will convince me that CALEB and mc’s first kiss wasn’t when they were older—when feelings got too obvious to ignore. but if we’re being honest, that wasn’t technically the first.

there had to be a moment before that I SWEAR. maybe when they were just kids, caught up in something they didn’t fully understand. no one talked about it after, like an unspoken agreement, but the memory stuck—the summer afternoon under the oak tree, snacking on dried apples, playing dumb games, until they got a little too close, and then—

the sun filtered through the branches, casting dappled patterns on the grass where you lay, the warmth of the afternoon wrapping around you like a blanket. you popped a dried apple slice into your mouth, chewing thoughtfully as you stared at the sky. beside you, caleb, in his early teens, let out a satisfied sigh, arms folded behind his head.

“okay, my turn,” you said, rolling onto your side to face him. “if you could have any superpower, but it had to be something completely useless, what would it be?”

caleb smirked, eyes still on the clouds. “easy. the ability to instantly find lost socks. you have no idea how many i’ve lost.”

you snorted. “that’s not useless, that’s just sad.”

“hey, missing socks are a real problem.”

you laughed, lightly shoving his shoulder before flopping onto your back again. a comfortable silence settled between them, only broken by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. without thinking, you shifted closer, your arms nearly touching.

you didn’t know why, but you found yourself glancing at him more than usual. the way his hair fell over his forehead, the faintest freckles dusting his cheeks, the way his eyes seemed softer in the afternoon light. caleb turned his head slightly, catching your gaze. neither of you moved.

“what?” he asked, voice quieter than before.

you hesitated. “nothing,” a murmur, though the way your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt said otherwise.

caleb studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. then, without really thinking—without knowing why—he leaned in. it was barely anything, just a whisper of movement, but you mirrored it, and suddenly, your lips brushed together for the briefest second.

it was clumsy, unsure, so fast it could’ve been mistaken for an accident. but it wasn’t.

when both pulled apart, your eyes were wide, breaths slightly uneven. neither of you spoke.

caleb cleared his throat, sitting up abruptly. “uh—so, anyway,” he said, voice a little too casual, “your turn. useless superpower. go.”

you stared at him for a moment longer before slowly sitting up as well. “right. um. i’d want… the ability to always have the perfect comeback."

“so, you just want to be better at arguing?”

“basically.”

you both let out nervous laughs, acting as if nothing had changed, but the weight of the moment lingered between. you never spoke about it, not then, not ever. or maybe a feeew good years later. yet, on quiet nights when you were alone with your thoughts, you would both remember—how it felt, how your hearts raced, how something unspoken had settled between you that day.

[majiburger]

my favorite robin? jason todd. my favorite nightwing? also jason todd. my favorite red robin? also jason todd. my favorite batman? jason todd <3

[insecuregodcomplex]

“jobless” isn’t the insult you think it is

[itslilacokay]

okay fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine in honor of these two finally being revealed, here's node/i n conductor!

and now some doodes

[studn0n]

meizini err memes/incorrects kind of

[needlesknick-knacks]

the 'who is the most unemployed person in the batfam' poll is great and im so glad to see the correct answer (cass) is winning by a landslide but i just wanted to say i hope the ppl voting dick r trolling. that man is chronically employed its part of whats wrong with him

[kirkwallguy]

okay i will contribute because this always irritates me. i know people treating all criticism of veilguard as bigotry is old news now but i find it soo insidious how people who write long essays on the game's virtues try to create a link between people who take issue with some of the game's politics because they think it's regressive / racist / harmful and people who are criticising the game's 'politics' because they're far right bigots. it creates an environment where any attempts to discuss issues that show up in almost all media and should be dissected by fans (such as racism) are met with mocking and harassment from people who have staked some kind of moral goodness on enjoying the game. and it sucks! even if i enjoyed the game i would want to discuss these things and talk about how it could be better, but i feel like even the most minor criticism will net people writing snarky posts about me that turn into essays completely twisting what i said.

[mcr-as-mugs]

Had to post him today.. Here's (remastered and alive for the moment) Mikey as this intricate Bruce Gholson mug.

[kobrafangs]

kuroo doodles .... im slowly getting the hang of drawing his hair

[actualbird]

"why arent there as many fic writers these days?? why are fanfics getting abandoned??? why doesnt anybody want to write anymore---" because we're treated like dogshit in fandoms, thats why.