Why Must You Do This To Me - Blog Posts

Till visibly softened when Ivan nuzzled him. I am losing my mind

The duality of art

Nothing mourns like a Stand that failed

[Standverse AU]

The two moods of working in a buffet restaurant. "God, there's nothing to do" and "I dont know what hole all these people came from but can they please go back".

Trying so so very hard to draw washington right now because I'm going to be in a vile mood if I don't, but I'm struggling to figure out how I wanna do it and its driving me crazy

Homecoming 🌧Do NOT repost🌧

Look, I made a sad! (Sorry! This already ruined some people’s day on Instagram yesterday!)

A little different on the format too - I’ve been pratting about with storyboarding lately, and with so many panels I wanted to try something new for a change for maximum impact and sadness!

Instagram: kitdoodles

I nearly had a heart attack when I saw this reblog, I did not see the username only the picture and thought it was actually Jimmy 😭 my eyes visibly widened and my breathing stopped for a moment lol

From the Ashes

Based on the hybrid ideas of @fifthhaemony! I love the idea of Jimmy as a phoenix so I had to draw him

Was I researching bird anatomy late at night for this? Yes. Do I have any regrets? Absolutely not

Scar being surrounded by love after SL is over. They’re stuck indefinitely in Limbo, unsure why. Normally, the winner shows up, and everyone wakes up home. Not this time. A snow storm comes in, and Grian makes a joke of ‘formally inviting’ everyone to a fortified community house to wait it out together. It’s big with accommodations for everyone. Everyone shows up bringing blankets and food. Scar gets extra love in all of this. Everyone’s safe, there, and happy. Except for one person. A pink-haired woman who’s still sitting in her house. Who’s been keeping to herself so much she didn’t hear talk of the storm. Whose house is in the middle of the woods. Who didn’t get an invite. Who’s curled up in thin, tattered blankets, shivering by a dying fire. A pink-haired lady who’s blocked in by snow and fallen trees. Lizzie, who just wants to see her friends again. Lizzie, who wants to joke around with Grian. Lizzie, who wants to gossip with BigB and Pearl. Lizzie, who wants to talk shit with Cleo. Lizzie, who wants to talk redstone with Mumbo. Lizzie, who wants to talk builds with Joel. Who wants to eat Jimmy and Tango’s cooking that warms your bones. Who wants to curl around Gem, and the Scott’s talk music. Who wants to wrap up in one of Bdubs many fluffy blankets as Etho denies anything Joel related. Who wants to hear Skizz giving praises. Who wants to hear Martyn and Ren’s theatrics. Lizzie, who wants everything Scar has right now. But she’s stuck in her house, alone, curled up by a dying fire.

I KNOW CHRISTMAS IS OVER BUT HERE BRUCE AND JASON ANGST RAHHHHHH

Why must my dog hurt me with his little electric body

he just feels like he has to.

Fucking why

he’s just a boyyyyy

Whatever you do don't think about Sirius staying up at night his first year at Hogwarts, talking to the stars because he missed his younger brother.

Whatever you do, don't think about how Sirius must have torn his hair out and screamed and cried for hours when he read Regulus' letter.

Whatever you do, don't think about how terrified Sirius must have been the first time he stepped between Orion and Regulus to keep Orion from harming his baby brother.

Whatever you do, don't think about all the unsent letters Sirius wrote to Regulus, begging him to come run away with him.

Whatever you do, don't think about how Sirius' heart dropped to his feet when he watched Regulus walk over to the Slytherin table during the sorting ceremony.

Whatever you do, don't think about how Sirius would turn into Padfoot and sneak into the Slytherin dorms just to see Regulus for even a moment.

Whatever you do, don't think about Sirius looking at James and seeing Regulus in his behavior.

Whatever you do, don't think about Sirius' heart wrenching sobs when he saw the mark on Regulus' wrist.

Number One Declaration of Hatred

I do a silly dance and you look at me like I grew a second head with three ears. You ask me what was it I DONT KNOW! It flees from my mind the second I realise you are one of those people. There was no intention behind it but now i must ask: do you perhaps dispise me?

Do you ever think Aang wakes and forgets he isn't a hundred years in the past...

They're inseparable.

The Whole Truth and Bond

And they go to the sea and stay together forever bc Captain have 2 hands-

Lmao, nahhh. I want to make the actual Martyn ending scene so bad, but I feel like this need to be made first then the aftermath feel more effective for me.

This was supposed to be 15 page long but have to cut short for my hand sake.

Sorry king for cut your confessions down-

Rats smp s2 SPOILERS!!!!

I'm so not okay, im not okay, martyn what the heck!!!!!

What makes it worse is feeling like they could “be over” all that aforementioned trauma but no, reliving it is always painful.

Oh, Sinclair and Stanley definitely give off the appearance that they’re really “over it” until they witness it and it finally hits for Sinclair how disappointed his grandfather would be in him and Stanley thinking his old man was right all along about him being a “pathetic loser.”

And poor Grace definitely has been through so much already that she’s had to toughen up about what she witnessed as a child, and reliving that, losing James, and her infertility definitely makes her emotional and more vulnerable than she’d like to be. It ties into Grace and Stanley’s statues: Delta is there to comfort Grace like a son does to his elderly mother, and also raise Stanley up from his lowest point.

It pushes Stanley to get his shit together and make amends, Grace to fully accept Delta, and for Sinclair to leave the train car for Delta and Eleanor. With Elizabeth with them, it allows Delta, or John, to finally remember who he is and he is allowed to be vulnerable. They all realize Delta isn’t just a human being: he has family, he has friends, he did have hopes and dreams. They all dehumanized him in some way or another.

Once, he was just a little boy- someone’s little boy- who dreamed about not Paris, but exploring the ocean. His childhood bedroom has it’s walls littered with cut out photos of magazines with the beach on them, a box of sea shells he collected, drawings of sharks, his pet goldfish, and books on marine biology. There’s a photo of him fishing with his grandfather on his nightstand next to a tiny baseball glove.

There is also nothing sadder than a Big Daddy crying because he remembered how much he misses his mama.