Hi hello i am back from visiting my grandma but that took everything out of me and i am not doing too well so i might still be gone a bit
Ill try to post a few pics of some simple drawings i did there
Luv u guys
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Most of my Art Fights fer First Half of Artfight (1-14).
My first piece and piece for @krtart , Sandydash and a Spire Cat named Brownie.
Nearly 3 pieces in a row for @salmonseelie
A first attack and then a revenge for @gooseeatsholywater / GooseEatsHolyWater
Fellow Beachcats w/ @cozyscarecrow
And an animal-loving wizkid (they/them) from @big-green-wall w/ my medcat Meadowfleck
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another delicious plotpoint about the potential of gerrard becoming interim captain of the 118 (if not in charge at a higher level) is that: hen and chim know what it's like to work with the guy, eddie probably knew guys like him in his army days, tommy (still over at 217?) was under garrard the longest.. but buck? buck has only ever known one captain and he found a father in bobby. i think he would struggle the most with working under someone like gerrard, especially hearing the stories from the others, and now with his newfound bisexuality. ravi would also struggle, but ravi has been a minority his whole life whereas buck is new to being on the minority side of things. i don't want gerrard to stick around but i do see the potential for a 3+ episode drama arc.
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it is a little crazy to think Steven could have probably just straight up died in the movie if he hadnt figured out how to get back to normal. bc his gem seemed to react to being rejuvinated by not really... resetting to like when he was born or something but by reducing power output altogether? Im assuming because unlike the rest of the gems, pink's like... default settings really don't exist in the gem anymore, and Steven's system functions too differently from the average gem now. Obviously that reduced power output is Bad for him bc he requires SOME sort of energy and stuff from his gem for his human body to survive and function properly.
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I mean absolutely no shade to people who like fashion and model photography but like. Literally aren’t these people just skinny. Like yes the dresses are really pretty and the fabric is great but also part of the reason the dress looks so pretty—the reason it is presented as a dress and not an amorphous pile of fabric on the ground—is because it is following the shape of a skinny girl with a small waist and pretty boobs. The reason the photographer took this picture is because the dress is on a model who looks the way models look. When i see runway fashion I don’t think “wow what a pretty dress i want to wear it” i think wow i wish people put this much effort into clothes for people like me
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Started my new job yesterday and I honestly kinda hate it already!! They BARELY train you, and I was left alone on two presses (I’m working at a factory and mind you it’s my FIRST time in a factory) after only working 1 freaking day??? I had a breakdown this morning over how overwhelmed I was it’s not fun.
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🍭:
Hello from my new computer! :D
Some of my icons are gone ; 0 ; I'll just add them later I guess.
Please bear with me until then!
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@huntalie. . . liked for a starter.
life had stopped making sense to laura lee the moment their plane plummeted from the sky. glimpses, maybe, here and there, shapes in her periphery, but by the second plane raining fire and brimstone upon them, she'd only kept on falling. head over heels far after she'd already hit the water. o thou of little faith. wherefore didst thou doubt ? maybe it was the moment you let us fucking sink. and yet, there is no other word for it but faith, this hellfire reflection in her eye. it devours the cabin, their home, like a lion, leaving nothing but skin and bone to pick through, blacker than black. at least it's warm. it'll be warmer in hell, something certain in her whispers, a root taking hold. a certainty of the un - seen, made seen before their very eyes. faith. the only thing that's made sense to her since the moment their plane plummeted from the sky ; this is judgment. righteous, holy fire for the blasphemers.
but the innocent were always damned with the guilty. firstborns swallowed in the plague. travis didn't deserve to lose his only home now that his brother was dead. lottie didn't deserve it either, akilah, gen, melissa, natalie. they were already suffering, half frozen, half starved, half dead. what more could it want from them, what more could it take ? what more could they give ? a home. their only home, for their only meal. maybe it was a fair trade after all. but no. no, it's only fair the taste of javi is forever turned to ash in their mouths, but not for all of them. travis, natalie— natalie tried. she was going to feed them all, despite lottie's offering, despite their heresy against it, she was going to feed them. heed the altar call and lie down upon it, and now look at her. ram in the thicket made archangel, forged in fire to light their path forward, chosen by the cards, the wilderness, lottie. who was laura lee to question it ?
so she doesn't. she has faith in lottie, and lottie put her faith in natalie. and god saw the light, that it was good : and god divided the light from the darkness. laura lee knows this, if nothing else : natalie is good. and because she's good, she will doubt herself, just as lottie did, and this is why they're good, why they're chosen. their home is in each other. “ you're not alone in this, ” she whispers, fierce, forcing the glow in her gaze to shine on natalie's. what a way to start a reign. but light will always shine brighter in the dark. “ have faith in lottie. in yourself. we've made it this far. ” what more could they lose ? where could they go now but up, after they'd already walked through the gates of hell ? doesn't that depend on which way you're going : out, or further in ? “ you got us this far. ” not only your skill, but your kindness, “ you've been a faithful servant, natalie. now it's our turn. we just have to give it. . . more of the same. ” here, cold hands find another's, slow, wary as an animal, but holding tight. “ more faith in it. trust, in each other. ”
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The thing about me is I’m so sleepty and tired and deserve to go home early 💖
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