#final post!

[realtapiocafan]

day thirty of pride month: compilation of jays hugging through the years <3

bonus: my two favorite jays pics <3

[shopcat]

i think basically ppl just think they can't be homophobic if they're trying to defend what they claim to be misogyny. and then on the side there is also actual misogyny AND im sure there's weirdos who hate her bc they're annoying steddie fans but also that doesn't give you an excuse to just BE homophobic 😭 i don't think anyone sane or normal thinks grace is "getting in the way" of steddie because steddie is quite literally a made up couple Much like edd*ssy and both of them are never in a million years ever going to "happen" that's not why people Like fake little fictional couples. if u like something bc u think it's going to be or was "canon" u are delulu THAT'S not rocket science if anyone considers her mere existence a threat they're insane before they're anything else??? and deciding all people who like a fake gay couple are weird let alone "cringe" makes you look insane

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Deathbuilding part 4: Nothing but a bag of bones

As mortal beings we are meant to die, dying is a must in our lives since, well, since we begin our journey here. But are there creatures meant to live forever or is everything living on borrowed time? Gods Doesn’t matter where you are, there’s always a god, or goddess, around, whether we believe in them or not, they seem to be present. There could be an edification in their names, a statue, a painting, a symbol, or believers, depending of the religion they are eternal, they can only be killed by another god, or their life has to come to an end just like ours. But are gods considered dead when their presence is no longer in a place? Do they die when there are no more believers, or can we kill them just by saying so? Death Death used to be a collective event, in some places it still is. For western societies death is supposed to be lived alone, or with few people around, death is hygenic, sterile, silent, and brief. Death is part of our life but always put aside, it can be an unwanted conversation, a silent topic among people, but it’s there. For other people death is celebrated, diying is not an end but a next chapter or even a new beginning, and Death is seen as a welcome guest in the houses of the living. For some, Death is a living entity with singular traits, for others Death is a sacred creature, owner of their own realm. Afterlife Different societies have different visions when it comes to afterlife. Some of them are cold, empty, and in silence, others are warm, customised, and with nice sounds. Some emptiness are black, some are white, some are soundless, some are not. Some societies don’t have an afterlife, this mean people simply disappear or they come back as newborns or as part of the world. For some, the afterlife is a passage, a place that leads somewhere else, for others is an eternal place. When adding gods, death, and afterlife, give them a reason to be there, they can be forces or they can be characters, give them goals and traits if they are characters, if they are forces give your characters a reason to fight them or ally with them. Gods, Death, and Afterlife can give your characters fears and hopes, a final destiny or a call. If they can be defied, do so. If they can’t, try it anyway. Lia

[self--ease]

I decided to just finish the day, so this is the real last picture. I think this project went pretty well. Hopefully it was interesting, and stuff. I'll probably post some thoughts, etc on it after a little while that will work as an artist statement and stuff too. But other than that (and maybe answering asks, if I get any more) there won't be any more posts here

[abitnotgood]

Johnlock Advent Fic - Day 25 - HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!!

In the morning, John woke to the smell of coffee.  Shuffling into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes, he took a moment to process the sight before him.  Sherlock was making breakfast, humming and dancing in nothing but his gift.  His pants clad bum peeking out from the bottom of the ridiculous jumper.

“I take it you like your gift?” John asked, leaning against the counter to enjoy the show.  Sherlock jolted, nearly dropping their plates. John couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped free, he never surprised Sherlock.

“Morning, John,” Sherlock turned.  “Of course I like my gift,” he tugged at the jumper, snuffled his face into the collar.  “It smells like you now.”

John crossed the room, no longer able to resist touching.  He slipped behind Sherlock, arms encircling the thin waist, pulling him close.  His own face tucked to Sherlock’s neck, peppering him with kisses.

“And how about you?” Sherlock asked, carefully pouring two mugs of coffee as John held fast, draped around him.  “Did you like your gift?”

“Mhm,” John hummed into Sherlock’s neck, pulling in a deep breath to smell the man, “I love him.”

“Oh?” Sherlock crossed the room carefully, John shadowing his movements.  He settled their mugs beside breakfast on the dining table before turning to return the embrace.

“Good..  he loves you too.”

[ao3] [chronological]

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Sherlock's jumper:

Thank you so much to everyone who encouraged me and gave feedback through the last few weeks.  I hope you all enjoyed yourselves and have a happy holiday! <3