OKAY i havent done this in a while but basically heres a list of some of the artists i follow that inspire me, ranging from cartoon to realism, traditional, digital, animation, etc etc , many of whom are underrated
BASICALLY if you want to populate your dashboard with good art, here you go
Classic Pixelberry Fandom Wank (HSS and HWU Edition)
since Hollywood U is ending and its making me reflect on my time in the pb fandom during its peak and honestly some of the most memorable parts…. was all the ridiculous shit. but a lot is just some lighthearted things that i enjoyed! but anyways i made a list - enjoy.
Mia is a Lesbian/Bisexual/Straight/whatever discourse
Autumn is whiny and the worst character in the game
Wes is creepy and shady
Lea Michele update
people literally writing entire thesis papers about them leaving the fandom because of said update
Monster High halloween update
Beckett is a smol soft cinnamon roll pumpkin flower star prince uwu
Ellie Is A Fucking Furry
Logan is a discount Wes
“:) shane isnt gay honey stop going by stereotypes”
Edward and the 10 hour livestream (Cautumn 5evr)
“Hunt cant be trans because he kept calling Crash spencer :/”
okay literally Hunt x 1000 of his ex girlfriends discourse
ive read a lot of these posts but i havent seen any that cover the topic of radiation
like, what if most aliens are super-sensitive to radiation outside the visible spectrum, like their atmospheres are really thick and the such
then they just find this Death World with a somewhat-thin atmosphere that supports life on it? Some of which even enjoy basking in the radiation from their star? and theyre like “oh ok these guys are a Little Weird”
Then, a while after they formally make contact, they discover that we use x-rays, for medical purposes at that
So wonderful in the morning, she is pastry, she is honey.
They dance during night, silken movement, a show of shadows, feather touches and breathless moans.
She laughs, smiles, hides her face in the crook of his neck. Places prayers of thanks on the sharp edges of his face.
Is this what it feels like, he asks, twirling the ring on her finger in the golden light of dawn, her hand so small in his.
Is this what it feels like?
Is this what it feels like, to be alive?