It seems the time has come (or at least there are people who think like that, so I have to try) - to show results of my new year resolution, which was to start drawing fanarts. I have a long way to go, and many things to learn yet, but maybe it will get better before the release of Andor s2.
This 'art' is literally inspired by great fic from @princessniitza "On our own two feet", and it's one of my favourite scenes (the funny ones, because I'm still not able to draw properly those emotional ones) - I hope it's not very out of context, but if you don't know this fic, I highly recommend to read it! <3 (you can find it on ao3) (maybe someone more advanced in tumblr than me can link it)
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I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you're able to write loads & make lots of progress <3
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I will never get over how brilliant this comic is. The artist could have just drawn a single image in response, but instead we have this masterpiece. The world doesnât deserve @iguanamouth.
Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away⌠An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the catâs funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who havenât read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. Sheâs now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016). There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.
okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because itâs a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back
âSun-tama-tamaâ (a pun off of âSantamaâ, lit. âthird Tamaâ) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tamaâs successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, âI will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.â [25]
As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tamaâs Twitter account.
The shrine of Tama DaimyĹjin (Great gracious deity Tama), next to the Kishi station where she worked.
Nitama presenting her yearly offerings to Tama DaimyĹjin on the anniversary of Tamaâs Death, June 23 (The offerings are presented by the company president, as Nitama is a cat and thus canât hold the offerings herself) (Not pictured, but also present, Yontama)
Okay, the zine has been out for a week now and I think Iâm good to post these pages I did for it⌠And also encourage you to read/ check out the âSweet Girlâ zine made by all us feral little simps. All my babes that worked on it are so talented and thereâs so much adorable (and some horny) artwork in here. Please, please, please check it out â>Here
Anyway, hereâs the comic pages I did based off of Chapter 13. They were a blast to make and I wanna illustrate the whole damn story, I swear. Oh, also Iâd just like to state that I am in NO WAY saying âHey, this is what Sweet Girl looks like.â Sweet Girl has no face or body, but here I just happened to give her mine(ish)⌠Mostly because I was too lazy to come up with an actual character and I have a selfish ego. Weâre all Sweet Girl, yâall. â¤ď¸
Okay, sorry for going on so much. PLEASE ENJOY THE PAGES! (And Din butt)
ââŚAt some point, the water is warm.  Comfortably warm, and Dinâs body isnât ice cold anymore.  Itâs warm, too, laying back into your chest and naked besides the helmet, but heâs still not moving.  No response, no matter how much mindless drabble you supply, no matter how steamy and hot the shower has become, no matter how much your own body has heated up.  Your fingers have found their home under his jaw, pressed right to his pulse point and feeling it continue to beat slow and faint, but youâre starting to feel the terror set in.  Real terror, the kind that makes you stupid and emotional, the kind that turns you back into a child again.
âI donât know if itâs working,â you suddenly choke out, close to tears.  Heâs warm, what else can you do for him?  Why is he not waking up?  âI-I donât know what to do, Din, IâŚâ
Noâ no, you cannot lose your shit, not yet.  You will exhaust every fucking option before you let that fear set in.  Heâs not waking up because he needs to recover, his body needs time to work things out in a warm, comfortable environment.  Heâs breathing , his heart is beating, heâs warm, and heâs still with you, so⌠you need to still be with himâŚ
âŚAs you quickly drop to the bed and scoot up next to Dinâs limp body under the blankets, the Crestâs engine suddenly gives a low rumble below the floor and heat starts blowing through the hull vents.  Again, youâre too preoccupied to even notice the gift much.  Youâre tugging and tucking blankets around him and up under the metallic edge of his helmet whenâŚMaker, you need to take this off.  If the inside is wet, itâs probably keeping his head cold while the rest of him is warm from the shower.  You know itâs not a light thingâyou know⌠you know at least a fraction of what this means.  You wonât look, you wonât look unless something absolutely drastic happens and itâs completely unavoidable, but you need to take his helmet off.You catch the shoulder furthest from you and tug at his heavy body until heâs on his side, facing you on the bed.âDin, I have to take your helmet off,â you warn him, saying it slowly and clearly.  Again, just in case.  âIâm not gonna look.  Nobody is gonna lookââ your gaze flicks behind him to eye the baby, who is now somehow on the metal ground and waddling up to you both.  He blinks enormous black eyes at you, looking between you and his father huddled together under the blankets.âClose your eyes,â you tell him very seriously, no room for negotiating.  âI know you understand me.âIt takes just a few seconds before he lifts his hands up and does exactly what you say, placing his fingers over his closed eyelids and then even so much as toddling around to face the wall.  You gasp in relief, clenching your eyes firmly shut and then pulling the helmet up, making sure you catch his head before it falls with one hand while tossing the beskar somewhere in the hull with the other.Cold.  His hair is soaking wet and so cold , and his head rolls slightly as you guide it to rest in the warmest part of your neck.  Your hand stays attached to the back of it, wanting to transfer every single bit of warmth from your palm to him, and your eyes open to the kidâs back as your other arm wraps around Dinâs bare spine.And then all at once, you just feel⌠helpless.  Heâs in your arms but Maker, you donât know what else you can do.  The heat is blasting, youâre warm and pressed against him under multiple blankets, the engine is slowly heating the metal floor, but his breathing.  Slow.  Shallow.  Barely able to be felt against your neck.  Heâs here but heâs not.  And you have no way of knowing if heâs getting closer or further away from you.Tears start coming before you even realize.  But you have nothing to say.  After spending the entire time talking out loud, providing reassurances, narrating, distracting yourselfâyou donât have anything anymore.  The silence twists you tighter, the nothing becomes inescapable, and the sudden sob that leaves you echoes hauntingly throughout the hull.  You pull his limp body as close to you as possible for comfort.  Wake up.  Wake upâŚâ -Rough Day: Chapter 13 by @no-droids
Crack AU where Anakin can all of a sudden hear the background music that we all hear. Those pleasant chats with Palpy become a lot more ominous. Though Anakin admits that the fights have become a lot more epic. Thoughts?
Hahahahaha. Love it!
And okay, my first though was âand the galaxy was saved because even Anakin Skywalker would struggle to keep trusting Palpatine with that music playing in the backgroundâ
Anakin think heâs gone COMPLETELY insane (maybe heâs finally been electrocuted too many times and its fried his brain). He doesnât tell anyone though because he can still fight just fine just⌠everything is a lot more musical. He doesnât want to be thought crazy and taken off the front lines.
Once he figures out what the various musical cues mean he actually finds them useful in figuring out how dangerous a situation is. Also battles are so much cooler now and boring landscapes are slightly less boring because at least now they have mood music. Yep, he can live with this.
(Although he is always confused why the ominousness that is The Imperial March starts playing at some of his decisions)
Anakin: Iâm so worried about something. I should probably keep my feelings to myself and attempt to solve my problems by working with Palpatine. He seems like he has my best interests at heart.
Music:Â DUN DUN DUN, DUN DA-DUN, DUN DA-DUN!
Anakin: [pauses] [looks around] UhâŚOK. I mean, IâllâŚgo talk to Obi-Wan?
Music: [hopeful woodwind instruments]
Anakin: âŚand be open and honest about my life and what is bothering me, and try to work out a non-violent resolution to my problems?
Music: [Force Theme plays]
Anakin: [smiles] All right! Huh. This is helpful.Â
#lol#iâm just imagining the force throwing its metaphysical hands in the air like âsubtlety obviously isnât working with this one so have a whole#symphony of hints young reckless oneâ (via @likealeafonthewind)
Iâm crying from laughter, this is beautiful.
Anakin: *fucks up*
The Force: Son, please⌠Guess Iâm gonna enable the hints menu.
Maybe Obi-Wan hears the music, too, and then the day is saved.Â
Obi-Wan: [walking away] Welp, guess itâs off to kill Grievous Iâm sure Anakin will be fi âÂ
Music: [Duel of the Fates]Â
Obi-Wan: OMG not this shit again [runs back down the hall towards Anakin]
Anakin: [running back towards Obi-Wan] Obi-Wan I just heard that Ominous Music again and also I secretly married Padme and sheâs pregnant and I havenât slept in 6 days and I keep thinking sheâs going to die and I AM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT and if you leave I will 100% end up killing everyone and â
Obi-Wan: â oh my God! OKâŚitâs OK, I heard my own ominous music a second ago when I was getting ready to leave and so I wonât and weâll fix th âÂ
Anakin: â I heard mine when I thought about maybe talking to the Chancellor instead of yâ
Palpatine: [sidling up behind them smugly] Everything all right, gentlemen?
My favorite thing ever was to try to recreate restaurant food with items I had onhand and they turned out to be some of my favorite recipes. I canât wait to have access to a full kitchen and be inspired again.
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You know whatâs sad? Having to tell my adult patients that they donât have to be boring fucks who hate everything to be considered adults.
Seriously, people have a very weird idea of what it means to be an adult. I have patients who come to me and tell me they are unhappy with their lives and they donât understand why, because they have a job, they have a good salary, they can pay their bills, they have a significant other, theyâre doing everything right and still theyâre unhappy.
And then we start talking and talking and, finally, we reach the real problem: they stopped being themselves.
I have so many patients who stopped doing things they liked - harmless things, fun things - because they felt it was innapropriate for an adult to do them.
Videogames? Iâm too old for that.
Comic books? Iâm too old for that.
Disney movies? Thatâs for kids.
Super hero movies/series? Iâm an adult, I should act like one.
Going to parks/carnivals? I donât have kids to do that with.
Itâs scary how these people simply gave up on these fun hobbies just because they reached a certain age. And itâs even more scary that they donât see the problem with this.
Adult life is more than just work, paying bills and marriage. Itâs about going out with your friends, itâs about buying silly things that have no purpose but to bring you a little joy, itâs about having fun and living your life to the fullest.
You donât have to be a boring fuck to be an âacceptable adultâ. Fuck society and fuck whoever says you canât like something because youâre âtoo oldâ.
Youâre never too old to do the things you like, play the games you want to play and watch the movies/series you want to watch.
Dress up and go to Comic Con. Go to the midnight premiere of your favorite super hero movie. Read the âsilly teen booksâ you want to read. Play that âchildishâ game youâve been wanting to play.
Being an adult doesnât mean you need to forget who you are. Being older doesnât mean you need to let go of the things you love and enjoy.
Be unapologetically yourself and go live your best life!
I need to remember this. I'm 25 and just started building Lego sets and I've joked with my coworkers "Oh, it's just to help with my anxiety" when really, it's just super fun to me and is honestly one of my favorite things to do now.
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jessica rabbit is literally a sex symbol though she can't be asexual?
she is in romo with a rabbit because he makes her laugh and aside from using her looks to get things out of people she literally never once shows interest in anything or anyone sexually through the entire movie and is clearly appalled when anyone makes advances towards her like there is canonical evidence that jessica rabbit from the classic motion picture who framed rogger rabbit is an asexual character Â
Iâve always remembered the line âIâm not bad, Iâm just drawn that wayâ as Jessicaâs admission that while sexualized, she isnât inherently a sexual entity.
I mean hell, literally, her line before is âYou donât know how hard it is being a woman looking the way I do.â, to which Eddie responds; âYou donât know how hard it is being a man looking at a woman looking the way you do.â
I think thatâs pretty damning evidence to her asexuality. The whole plot point with Jessica is how everyone is either convinced sheâs sleeping with every human and toon around, or why does she stay faithful to Roger.
Who Framed Roger Rabbit does a great job at satirizing Hollywood/American culture and ideals when it comes to appearances. It also does a great job at hiding some really well thought out challenges to how we look at others in plain sight.
I completely believe that Jessica Rabbit is an asexual romantic (hetero/bi/pan/etc not sure, and to be honest, I donât know if that part is important, as sheâs married to the toon she loves).
Theyâre eating a late dinner in their room. Raga is drowning her plate with spices while Paz patiently tries to get food into his mouth with his right hand while his left hand is being tugged and manoeuvred about as Liita chews her own food and studies his clunky, old vambrace.
Half of his haul falls off his fork as Liita abruptly turns his hand again to eye where the fuel tube connects to the metal. Sheâs clearly not pleased with the emergency repair she had to do the last time it fell apart.Â
âI donât get why you donât just replace this vambrace. Itâs complete crap.â Liita says.
Raga pauses in her spice-mayhem and looks at Paz. She knows why.
Paz shrugs and dives back in with his fork to get a decent pile on it again. âI like it.â He lies and quickly shoves his food into his mouth before she makes him drop it again.
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