Hi I'm Liam | 21 | he/him | multi-fandom! I try to make fanart for stuff I like and thats basically it | 18+ content | I'm on ao3 and bsky also @fourteentrout | asks and messages are always open!
Seeing the current tour of Les Mis on the literal day of my state's biggest pride fest, Valjean and Javert better fuck onstage. And grantaire and enjolras better kiss passionately before getting murdered together. Or else I'm suing.
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like theyâre gone. itâs the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
You ever sit back and look at something you made and go--okay, I just stepped it up a notch with that one? :)
Closeups and process below the cut.
The other reason I'm happy with this one is that it fucking FOUGHT ME the whole way. I free-handed it and I got so many of the proportions wrong. On the second day I came super close to deleting the wretched thing. Behold my pain, condensed to 30 seconds. It is terrible up until about second 28.6 when some final highlights, the liquify tool, a soft light layer, and my bestie the light brush performed miracles.
Lilydale brush, canvas texture layer; and the red background did amazing things for skin tones especially in the liminal areas. 4h 41min, 5309 brush strokes. The stats in Procreate are so cool.
Wheee the wait is nearly over!!
Not sure who is interested in tvl stuff, taking a stab at: @greenvelvetcouture @pippsmcgee @molcat07 @snugglesandsmut but if anyone else wants tagging for that, just holler :)
Doing a final project in my stats class, we have to pick a subject and collect data on it. We need at least 100 data points, and I figured this blog is big enough that a poll on here could get to that pretty easily!
Doing my project on if itâs more likely to be born in certain months :]
I have gotten the OK from my teacher to collect data using a Tumblr poll, btw. Iâm also going to have to send her this post as proof of where I got the data from / proof I didnât just make up the numbers. So. Behave
People saying Rhysand was the only one who taught Feyre to read and write and that Tamlin wanted to keep Feyre illiterate...
Tamlin shows her his library, literally offers to teach her, to help her write her letters. And she says no.
He then writes her a series of limericks using words that he knows she struggles with (!) to help her understand their meaning through context.
Hello?? He tried writing love poems at first and then turned to filthy limericks instead. My heart.
That's so sweet! It's funny, it's witty. He's helping her while being careful to not embarrass her. He cares. He notices her struggle. He teaches her without patronizing her. Makes her laugh. Sharing something about himself in the process.
And he does it without having her write lines about him being the most handsome, most powerful and bestest man in the entire world. Funny how that's possible.
Yeah I've never really understood the argument that Rhys was the only one who ever bothered to teach her to read and write...I remember reading Tamlin offering to teach her and her turning him down and being like girl!!! Why!!!!
I guess Rhys stans would rather her be forced into learning in a way that she didn't choose or doesn't necessarily prefer.
There are ten trillion pictures of flowering trees to the point where they sometimes seem trite and overdone. But then you see a tree in full flower and go holy shit this rules and I've gotta show this to everyone so they can experience the same magic and wonder and there are ten trillion and one pictures of flowering trees
ayooo my voyeur x exhibitionist azris fic continues! I'm shifting focus to some other works, with azris week coming up, so there might be another long wait between chapters since I don't have any more complete after this one haha. So I figured I'd update now, as a treat.
Anyways, the specs:
Rating: E
Chapters: 2/?
Chapter Word Count: 5137
Total Word Count: 8003
If you'd like to go straight to chapter two, click the link above, and if you want to start the fic from the beginning, click here.
A snippet and my taglist below the cut! Let me know if you want on or off!
The next time Azriel showed up in Eris' rooms, some days after he had first been caught out, he was chagrined to find that his shadows still didn't seem to work on the High Prince.Â
He knew because the first thing that happened when he arrived, wrapped in twice the amount of obscuring darkness he'd normally call on, was Eris' gentle utterance of, "Oh, you're back."Â
It was so plain and unaffected that Azriel almost forgot how wrong it was that Eris could see him.Â
It was late, too. Azriel had hoped to catch the male once he'd already gone to bed, having taken most of the day to gear up his confidence to return to his assigned post. But Eris was still in his day clothes, waistcoat unbuttoned, the upper section of his hair still mostly tied back despite the many wisps that had broken free. It was the most undone that Azriel had ever seen the Vanserra since he'd begun his assignment.Â
It occurred to him distantly that perhaps, this time, he actually had taken Eris by surprise.Â
Other than his unbuttoned state of dress, however, the Prince made no indication of such. He offered an unstrained half-smile that sent hot embarrassment straight to Azriel's cheeks.Â
"Thought I'd scared you off," Eris commented blithely, taking his coat from the back of his chair, where he'd apparently hung it instead of in his closet or on a coat rack.Â
Azriel had never seen Eris use the back of his chair to hang his coat before.Â
He wondered just how much the Prince had changed about his routines, knowing that he was being watched. And, in wondering such, Azriel arrived at the disquieting realization that Eris had likely known about his presence the entire time.Â
"You caught me just before I was to retire to bed," Eris told him, his timbre colored with that same familiarity, infuriatingly warm. His voice had always matched his elegance, smooth and easily manipulated. It could fold into any tone with such subtlety that often, he seemed to remain almost entirely impassive, even if he was speaking pure vitriol.Â
Azriel felt that he would prefer pure vitriol to whatever this was.Â
Eris went to his closet to hang up his coat in its proper place, turning his back to the Shadowsinger, who remained submerged in his pointless darkness.Â
"I would say you're welcome to stay," the Autumn Prince called from his closet, "but I don't think I have much choice in the matter, if you're able to get through both my and my Father's wards." After a moment of rustling in there, he emerged, his hair no longer half-bound, sleep pants slung low on his hips.Â
No top.Â
For the past few weeks Azriel had been watching him, Eris had always worn a matching nightshirt to bed. The heat clinging to Azriel's face increased, and he kept his eyes steadfastly focused on Eris' mischievously unaffected face.Â
"Frankly, I should be offended that your High Lord finds me so untrustworthy," he opined, eyes glimmering like he'd told a marvelously smart joke. Azriel did not reply. Eris shrugged. "Though I suppose trust does, indeed, have to be earned," he reasoned, and executed the following steps with the same lack of tension he had the last time Azriel saw him: he went to his liquor cabinet, procured the same whisky decanter along with one of his matching glasses from the previous night, and left it on his little high table. He looked at Azriel meaningfully, nodded towards the unpoured liquor, and then retreated to his bathroom.Â
Azriel stared at the closed door, the strangeness of it all sending his stomach into knots.
It hadn't loosened by the time Eris emerged all washed and brushed, some water still clinging to his hairline from when he'd cleaned his face. Without so much as a glance in Azriel's direction, he stretched his arms up over his head, forcing the Shadowsingerâs attention down towards his half-nude body. The stretch elongated his already slim, muscular torso almost to the point of grotesqueness. His ribs stuck out, his chest rose, his hips tipped back, and right when Azriel thought Eris couldn't stretch any further, a faint pop sounded from the Princeâs back. The High Prince relaxed. When he opened his eyes, he threw Azriel a look that had him averting his own. The stretch had been as much a theatrical performance as it had been a structural realignment, that look told him. And he had watched in rapt attention, fallen right into Eris' little game.Â
Before Azriel could process it, Eris went over to his desk and blew out his candle, plunging them both into the darkness that the Shadowsinger was so familiar with. He could hear Eris getting into bed, settling in without any further protest to Azriel's presence.Â
And while he didn't go near the bottle and glass Eris had set out for him, Azriel stayed until the Prince fell asleep, as he had every time before.Â
Alas, that still wasn't how it really began.Â
Azriel wished that it was. He wished that had been the beginning and the end, that he had recognized the shift, the transformation of his dynamic with Eris, and let it die young. But he hadn't.Â
Hoo boy started writing an Azris week oneshot and it was originally gonna be sexy and rough but I just mightve thought of some ways to make it Worse. Trout Does Emotional Devastation.
everyone's heard of this, right? per ap article of apr 8, 2026:
Jacobs went on to record more than 10,000 concerts, with increasingly sophisticated equipment, over four decades in Chicago and other cities. Now a group of devoted volunteers in the U.S. and Europe is methodically cataloging, digitizing and uploading them one by one.
The growing Aadam Jacobs Collection [link to internet archive] is an internet treasure trove for music lovers, especially for fans of indie and punk rock during the 1980s through the early 2000s, when the scene blossomed and became mainstream. The collection features early-in-their-career performances from alternative and experimental artists like R.E.M., The Cure, The Pixies, The Replacements, Depeche Mode, Stereolab, Sonic Youth and BjĂśrk.
Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because theyâre used to writing essays rather than prose. I donât wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesnât offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (âdialogue tagâ just refers to phrases like âhe said,â âshe whispered,â âthey askedâ):
âFor most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and donât capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,â she said.
âBut what if youâre using a question mark rather than a period?â they asked.
âWhen using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless itâs a proper noun!â she snapped.
âWhen breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,â she said, âuse commas.â
âThis is a single sentence,â she said. âNow, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so thereâs no comma after âshe said.ââ
âThereâs no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.â She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.
Saw a Manly Man Truck, a big black pickup, with an American flag sticker, a state of florida sticker, the works, but it also had a sticker that said "Talk to me, Goose".
Like, buddy. Of all the Top Gun lines to have as a sticker, a pilot saying "Talk to me" to his wingman, full of imminent grief and fear, is maybe one of the gayest things you could have.
Having a Top Gun sticker at all is one of the gayest things you could have.
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