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someone edit this pic to be dr phil levitting the bottle wit his mind powers
Kind of obsessed with the tumblr Twitter account
How do you draw kissing people? It always seems like magic to me people can do that 🥺
Yes, it's totally spelled "Necesarrily". I must confess I'm not a pro at smooches, but these are the few stuff I think about when I draw kisses.
Hope it gives something, haha ;_; <3
.................................... Then down below is my general advice (with kiss example) about any drawings where characters touch each other. Idk how other people do it, but here's my jam. I hope it's not too messy and weird. Probably is, since I'm messy and weird <3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ~~How objects turn around a focal point~~
So, let's break things down into the simplest shape and... think of heads like balls. In how many places can two balls touch at one go? Just one, right? Like........
BAM. A focal point has been birthed. It is pink, magical, and has the power to bend worlds. ALAS, heads are not balls, and have other shapes to consider. Here's where you gotta think about how the shapes rotate around that simple focal point... Then practice, experiment, scream into the void, and practice some more. A sloppy little neck smooch for example.
The temple of the right character touches the neck of the left - this is how their body parts could interact. There are many combos, play with the balls and find out, ayyy. Have another "in-depth" example with kissing, several shapes:
Focal point set on character "R" --- how do we join "L"?
Incompatible combo, as per my ugly shapes. "L's" nose stabs "R" from cheekbone to the mouth. Ouch. Their foreheads are also inside each other. Superouch --- So, how to fix it?
Initiate brainpower and rotate "L".
Nice, no more nose stabbing the cheekbone. The forehead of "L" is facing away from "R" so they don't touch, cool cool.
I feel like I suck at explaining shit and make stuff complicated
Now we magically have a smooch made from ugly shapes.
GL practicing, fren <3
Kind of obsessed with the tumblr Twitter account
i dont bite people anymore. but i did as a child cos i thought i was a werepuppy. also i was still mormon so i would go into the school bathroom at 11:11 everyday (not a mormon thing i was just obsessed with witches n pretended i was one in 5th grade) and pray that god would turn me into a little dog so i could stop going to school. and i was always like "if you don't turn me into a little dog i will STOP BELIEVING IN YOU" and he didn't so i did.
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i’d be a homie hopper for the 141 😩
Thanks for the answer btw! I'll suggest hand-holding #8 for Harry Warden because I am soft for the miner
Hi there!!! I’m sorry this took so long, it’s been hard to feel motivated recently but I’m excited to have done this just in time for Valentine’s Day yEEE! I really hope you like it, I stayed more fluffy and comfort with this fic, thank you so much for being patient and sending such a great prompt <3 <3 <3
Prompt was: squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement
There for You
Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader, brief mentions of wine, and lots of fluff <3
It wasn’t surprising when you hadn’t seen Harry this past week, knowing what holiday was on the horizon. You knew the legends that swirled around town; in fact, you had known about them for most of your life. As soon as children were old enough to start hearing the rumors from their older siblings, whispers of ghost stories swirling around Harry Warden, the Cannibal Miner that lived in your town of Valentine Bluffs began to circulate. The reason no one held the traditional Valentine’s Dance in your town was that he had cut and stuffed people’s hearts into heart-shaped boxes and threatened vengeance on anyone that celebrated the dance that caused his being trapped in the mines in the first place. It would make anyone loathe the holiday, that’s for certain.
But you had never believed that somehow Harry Warden was still living on, haunting the mines and fueled by his loathing for the holiday and how his townspeople abandoned him and his fellow miners in his time of need. You only came to know he still existed on a solitary excursion to the mines out of curiosity, wanting to see exactly where the tragedy struck. It was only after you became lost in the catacomb-like labyrinthine tunnels that Harry had appeared to you.
You never understood why he let you free that day, perhaps he was reprieved from his rage at that moment when he saw how fearful you were, your almost last words being an apology for how people had treated him all these years. The pickaxe had been so close to bashing your skull in. You tried not to think too often about how near your demise was at that moment.
But he let you go. And you came back. You offered food and other things to occupy his time. You weren’t sure if he was still human or simply a phantom tied to this Earth due to unfinished business. Even so, you couldn’t help but feel your heartstrings pull for him. It must be a sad and lonely existence, stewing over the disrespect given to his memory day in and day out. Perhaps that’s what drew you to him. You felt like an outsider as well, and you understood at least a modicum of the sadness he must feel.
You hadn’t realized how tightly you had been gripping your basket as you traversed the winding tunnels as your hands started to numb. With a sigh, you tried to loosen your hold and felt the tingling sensation of circulation flowing back into your fingers. It’s not like you hadn’t visited Harry before, but something about today brought fear. What if he decided he wanted to be rid of you, blinded by his rage at the anniversary of his entrapment in these mines, and kill you for even bothering him?
With these thoughts swirling in your mind, it came as a shock when you finally came upon him. Harry Warden was stock still, in full miner gear as was typical for him, standing in the middle of a corridor. Even when you managed a squeaky greeting, somewhat shaken by his sudden appearance, he didn’t respond. Not that he ever gave you much response, but at the very least he would move around. Instead, he was there, unwavering.
You approached him with apprehension, slightly terrified of being too bold in your movements in case you shocked him into action. Very few times had you dared to touch Harry but in a moment of genuine worry, you placed your hand upon his upper arm in a comforting gesture. You hadn’t realized how bold the move was until you felt his body tense underneath your hand. But you didn’t pull away, you gently rubbed his arm and he seemed to relax if only for a little bit.
“I brought you some things,” you said, lifting the basket up to emphasize it. You couldn’t tell if he was looking at you from behind the tinted eyes of his mining gear, but you continued on anyways.
Pulling back the covering, you showed him the contents of the basket. “I know this time of the year is hard for you, I just wanted to get you some nice things. I made chicken and potatoes, got you a bottle of wine, some candies,” you rattled off, eventually plucking the flower bouquet from the top. “I got you these too, I’m not sure if you’d like them.” You went against traditional roses, fearing that might upset him, and instead had brought fresh-cut wildflowers that were a lovely array of colors. “I figured they might brighten up the place…”
You trailed off when you heard Harry’s voice. Not very often did Harry make noise, in fact, you can’t remember exactly how long it had been since he had made any sort of sound. But this was a soft, shuddering breath. Was he overwhelmed? Did he like the flowers? You weren’t sure.
You smiled softly, setting the basket and flowers on the ground at his feet. Slowly, you reached your hand out and wrapped your fingers around his. The shaky breathing returned, and you gently squeezed his hand in yours. Your breath caught in your throat as he gave you a firm squeeze back. It was hard to swallow the lump in your throat back as the two of you stood there, embracing each other’s hands in a silent acknowledgment of the connection between you both.
“You’re welcome Harry,” you said, sniffling a bit as you cherished this moment of pure human connection with Harry. You resolved in your mind to stay down in the mines for as long as Harry wanted you tonight.
He did not object.
DEAD SPACE • dev. Motive Studio
I wish I could talk to you. I’m sorry… I’m sorry about everything.
Dead Space (2023) - Motive Studio
Humanity will be made whole Mr. Clarke. With…or without you
if you had asked me as a child what colour the sky was, i would have confidently said blue and yellow. because i grew up on the baltic coast next to one of the most travelled ship routes of the world, and the unfiltered sulfur pouring out of the exhausts of nearly a hundred cargo ships every day turned into a thick layer of sickly yellow laying over the horizon. especially on sunny summer days, it settled of the sea like the cheap imitation of a sunset, out of place during the bright daylight.
then, from one summer to the next, the yellow slowly but surely faded away. because a new legislation passed - one which heavily penalised airborne ship emissions in the area. and while the silhouettes of ships across the passage never became less frequent, their backdrop was now such a pure blue that its hard to imagine that it was ever different.
i think about this everytime someone tells me that climate legislation doesn't work, everytime a new media story declaring our helplessness in the face of certain environmental doom makes the rounds. don't get me wrong - the situation we are facing in terms of climate change and environmental destruction is certainly terrifying. but everyday, people are working tirelessly to implement law and policy that could change that fact. and because of those people, a newly bright blue sky touches down over the baltic sea. and that has to count for something, i think.
Why am I the funniest at the buttfuck of dawn??
“It’s a handbag.”
An anon in my inbox had the audacity to call this man ugly. So here's 10 pictures of Misha looking absolutely gorgeous!
https://twitter.com/ErinInTheMorn/status/1524224285082066953?t=AW-7wEu820f0TP0xImVRMg&s=19
Just me crying in the bathroom so I don't wake my partners with this, fuck.
So to sum up: CT and DC have passed laws making it illegal to extradite someone to another state if they are being charged in that other state for crimes pertaining to abortion or trans health care, and makes it legal to sue and get your money back if you are targeted by a TX-style "bounty" law. DC also includes "crimes" of consensual adult sex, gay and interracial marriage and cohabitation and providing or using contraception.
This is, as the thread explains, basically legal interstate warfare. CT and DC's laws bar compliance with such laws.
This is, on one hand, kind of terrifying, because this is where we are now. It's going to get worse long before it gets better.
On the other hand... holy shit, someone fucking did something.
Someone fucking did something real.
found out in the lemire run matt is canonically jake lockley's lawyer and subsequently lost my mind
Marc: Who's that? *points at the hat wearing guy* Steven: Oh? He says his name is Jacked Jockley. He speaks Spanish! Somehow has the keys to our flat the same as us. Marc: Shouldn't we figure out who that guy is Steven? Steven: Ehhhhhhhh nah, I have to go to work anyways. Bye bye you two! Make friends! Jack: ¡Adiós Steven! ¡Que tengas un buen día! ¡Espero verte mas tarde! (Bye Steven! Have a good day! I hope to see you later!)
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Marc: So... Jack how are you?
Jack: Fuck you Marc Spector
MOON KNIGHT - The Holy Trinity
Their hug still living in my head rent free
Think…. Thinking about how Marc’s last action when he thought he was going to “die” was to press his literal heart into Steven’s hand, like he was ready to be frozen there forever with him and he needed to have him holding that and tHATS WHAT SAVED THEM, THE ACT OF CARING AND CONNECTING AND LOVING SAVED THEM AND I—
Ladies and gentlemen
Jake Lockley
me seeing khonshu asking layla to be his avatar:🤬👹☠️💣🗡💥💢🤛🏻🤺🤬🤺👹💣🪓🤛🏻💥🤛🏻💢💢👹🤺🤬👹💢🗡💣🪓💥💥🪓🤬💥🤬☠️🤺💣💥🗡🤺👹🤛🏻🪓👹🤛🏻🗡☠️💣🤬🤛🏻👹🤛🏻☠️🤛🏻💣🪓🤛🏻
me seeing tawaret asking layla to be her avatar: 🥰💕❤🌷💜🤍💗🌸🦋🦋🤍❤💕💕🥰💜🌸😍🤍😊💕🌷💕🤍❤🦋❤🤍🌸💗😍💕❤❤🦋💗🤍🌸😊🤍🦋💜💕❤💕💕💜😍🌸😍🦋💜🦋😍😊🌸
Shattered.
Reblog this image.....
#freehim