#playing to my strengths

[smute]

speaking of d. h. lawrence 🥴 on the advice of my thesis supervisor i will (once again) be focusing mostly on his work ("stick to what you know" isn't groundbreaking wisdom but it is really good advice for someone who is writing a final thesis, i.e. a text that is meant to showcase your expertise. 🙃)

i gotta say though... as nice as it is to finally have a solid direction to go in, how will i ever cope with the fact that i have spent the past... 3 (???) months working with literally ANY modernist BUT lawrence

[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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[egophiliac]

LET THE BOY HAVE AN EDUCATION

officially at the point where we're starting to see where it's all headed and I am just going NYEEHEEHEE in delight at it all. ahhh...next week can't come soon enough...

[jackklinemybeloved]

[…]

Percy’s warning to fellow half-bloods in the audience, across different mediums.

The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan (2005) The Lighting Thief: The Percy Jackson Musical (2017) Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series Teaser (2023)

[woosh-floosh]

(read left to right) I had to make a comic version of this moment form the fanbook because it's such a funny image

Fantranslation is by @wireddd1 on twitter!

[084392]

decided to put the pmd-ified bw1 requests altogether!(cheren and bianca for @citrongarde, n for a few anons, and no one requested hilda but i thought she should be here too)

[hothotpot]

Literally had to pause my game so I could be unhinged about this for a second. Not only do you get +4 (PLUS!!! FOUR!!!!!) from Kim being with you, but you ALSO get +1 from HAVING HIS HANDKERCHIEF!?

Harrier, you are out of your mind in love with this man and I am right there with you.

[forcedhesitation]

astarion origin playthrough worth it just for all the extra moments where he does the "sad wet cat" face

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 7: i miss my wife bonbon

[inkskinned]

what is considered "beautiful" by society is inevitably sexist, racist, ableist, classist, transphobic, and bigoted. it targets and attacks any perceived difference, and it particularly villainizes women of color while co-opting aesthetics; as if features and cultural norms can be worn as accessories.

and the scary thing! you can see all of these things, know them to be true logically, and also know that you are treated better if you are perceived as beautiful. if you have ever been treated as "ugly", you know exactly how much society reviles you if you don't manage to scamper along and perform to their rules.

and how are you supposed to balance that? do you want a nose job to fix your broken nose, or have you just recently been seeing videos about how many people look better after nose jobs. do you want to lose weight to feel good, or is it that when you lose weight people treat you better. do you want to wear this outfit, or is it just the thing that's least likely to get you harassed. do you want to get lip injections for your reasons or is your whole reason that you don't feel beautiful unless you get those lip injections?

and the definitions shift. the goals get more specific. in the way that you only become aware of your tongue when someone mentions it; parts of your body are introduced as problems. i had never heard the term "hip dip" until about a year ago - and it was in the context of how to get rid of this. i'm 30, i know this shit is invented, and yet! i still find that strange voice saying but do you think someone is going to notice?

how the fuck am i supposed to say "this is my genuine choice i am making for my body" when i also know that years of my life have been spent socializing me to accept this as my inevitable fate? how do i know i'm actually doing this out of love for my body - or am i doing it for how i want others to see me, which will be lovely enough to feel loved? how am i supposed to recover when my unhealthy habits are seen as self-discipline but if i relax i'm openly mocked for "letting time win"? how the fuck am i supposed to say "i'm doing it for me" when i'm also very aware that i'm doing it to stop myself from being teased or demeaned? is it my choice if the other option is being bullied?

we are living in a hostage negotiation - either consent to the demands or spend the rest of your life being treated like you're a despicable person.

[heartorbit]

start remembering ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[deerspherestudios]

i'm 11 sprites and one beta test away from releasing the Day 2 update i really wanna get it done before I get busy w college again waughgh

[sisaloofafump]

Daily Diana #16

I am going issue by issue through Wonder Woman (1987—) and drawing my favourite outfits on a very vague daily schedule.

This one was a very rushed and simple but that's just how it gotta be sometimes :/ I don't particularly like when they make Diana and Clark in a relationship but she is also acting so cute rn which completely makes up for it

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[beeguillotine]

Happy Miriam Monday???

[valeriianz]

Road trip AU but make it hurt/comfort:

Dream is a runaway, hitches a ride with Hob, who's a traveling chef. Cue a slow trust, a budding friendship, banter, and motel sex. But first...

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“Seriously?” Hob muttered to himself as he made out the dark smudge along the highway. 

Hob saw the black jacket and backpack before an arm swung out, a thumb sticking in the air.

A hitchhiker.

Something familiar made Hob’s heart stutter, recognizing the tired gait, the heavy arm, the almost hopeless glance behind the shoulder. Hob couldn’t make out the man’s face from this far, but he was creeping up fast, and he swallowed.

A part of Hob told him not to do it. Stranger danger, and all that. This guy could be a weirdo, a serial killer, or anything in between. Then again, Hob’s hands tightened around the wheel, he could get picked up by a weirdo, or a murder instead. Hitchhiking was falling out of style, and for good reason. Trusting a total stranger to give you a ride was extremely foolish and dangerous.

With only seconds to make his decision, Hob sighed loudly, coming out more like a groan, slowing the car and pulling off the road a few yards in front of the lone man. 

Hob’s own experience came crashing into his brain, unbidden. Homeless, hungry, dirty, just looking for some kindness. Hoping, at the very least, for a conversation free from judgment. The experience should have jaded Hob, doubt and suspicion taking over his decision making. But the reality was Hob had somehow softened, not a foolish amount, but with the new desire to be understanding and hopeful. Hob had been this man, shamefully trudging along the road, sticking a thumb out at the sound of a passing car, feeling stupid for it, feeling desperate.

Desperation makes one do stupid things.

The silence that filled the air as Hob put his hazards on was stifling, watching the dark figure approach from the rearview mirror. Anxiety built in Hob’s chest the closer the hitchhiker came, until the passenger side door opened and a backpack, which wasn’t that full, was tossed to the floor of his car. The man came in after, sliding onto the seat and pulling the door closed with a gentle thud.

He turned to look at Hob, and Hob tried– really hard– to keep his jaw on his face.

The man was gorgeous, in a way that almost frightened Hob. Pale blue eyes that looked haunted, sunken into pale skin that looked like it’d never seen the sun. And a mop of black hair that seriously needed a combing, sticking out in odd angles and visibly dry, almost graying it.

He was also incredibly thin, like a gentle breeze would blow him away. 

“Where to?” Hob finally managed to find his voice, turning away from eyes that could probably see into his soul, and back on the road.

“Anywhere.”

The reply startled Hob, causing him to look back at the young man in his car, finding him already slouching in his seat, eyes slipping shut, exhaustion overtaking him. His voice was a trembling baritone, dry and scratchy, like he hadn’t used it in ages, or he was parched to death.

Before putting the car back into gear, Hob reached behind him, fumbling around the floor of the backseat and procuring a water bottle from a large pack.

When he returned the man was looking at him, dull yet inquisitive.

“Here,” Hob offered the water and the man grabbed it with wide eyes.

Hob would’ve laughed if the desperation in his gaze wasn’t so terrifying.

He guzzled the water in 10 seconds, squeezing the plastic and gasping for air afterwards. Hob reached for a few more and the stranger took them, nodding in gratitude.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Hob felt an eyebrow quirk, wondering when the last time this guy ate or drank anything.

“Are you hungry?” Hob finally put the car back into gear and, checking his mirrors, pulled back onto the road. “Want to stop somewhere for food?”

Hob peeked over again, watching his new passenger stare out the door window, his forehead pressed against the glass.

“M’fine…” 

Hob bit his lip, clocking in the sign indicating the next rest stop.

[nyankonui]

"it came to me in a dream" except it actually came to me in a dream.

a few nights ago i had a pretty coherent dream where these five were younger kids and living on an ARK-type research facility as test subjects. this might be a stupid concept, but im planning on spending the next few days playing with the idea. more information coming soon :3c (maybe) (also in the tags pls read the tags)

this will probably be tagged with 'lab au' depending on if i come up with a better name