They’re always in a tight spot, really. Ever since they decided to fuck off into space, play out some weird child-fantasy of Tommy’s, a lot of references to a Robin Hood with some added star pirate nonsense. And first, sure it was fun, but Noh Varr finds himself missing the quiet moments, he can’t remember the last time he wasn’t healing from some bump or bruise or more serious injury, and maybe this is just him getting old but he’s tired. He wants some good food and some music to dance to. Preferably with his partner-in-crime who is also sometimes his partner-in-life, and isn’t that weird and kinda circular, because they started bonding talking about Kate and now look at them.
Or rather, don’t look. Noh Varr wants to advert his eyes, as the alien who took offence to them boarding his ship gives Tommy a pretty solid backhand across the face.
And Tommy’s smiling still, split lip and all, and not for the first time Noh Varr wonders if this whole thing isn’t some sick attempt at suicide, except Tommy never looks more alive than in the middle of a fight (and it’s something he falls for, all over again, every time).
He’d asked once, after a particularly close call, and Tommy had gone all silent for a moment, long enough that Noh Varr worried he might have been right.
“Nah,” he says, finally. “Wrong twin for that. I’m not looking to die, okay? I’m just looking for ways to feel alive.”
It’s the most straight forward Tommy’s ever been, at least in regards to his own emotions. It threw Noh, left him speechless, not sure what words would be good for this situation, wanting to spit out ‘I love you’ but worrying it was the wrong time.
He should have said it when he had the chance. Why did he wait?
Tommy’s looking at him, and Noh Varr doesn’t like that grin.
“You love me, right?”
The captain is still shouting, but Noh Varr is no longer paying attention, he’s staring in shock at the human in front of him.
“Of course,” he gets out. He was never so easily made speechless before. It’s still not a feeling he’s used to. “Of course I love you.”
“Cool,” says Tommy, a casual answer that feels heavier in that mouth. Then he turns, hands pulling free of their bindings, and one starts to vibrate before it even touches the floor.
“No!” Noh Varr shouts, but it’s lost in the explosion.
He’s still wearing his helmet, which makes him one of the lucky ones. And their suits do have rocket boosters, which helps. It means he gets to Tommy fast enough to activate the boy’s own helmet, although not fast enough to do it while he’s conscious. His suit seems to have withstood the concussive blast, but Noh Varr is still on the edge of panic, because he can’t remember how long humans can live without oxygen, and he doesn’t know how long it took him to reach Tommy, and Tommy goes through air faster than most, and there’s no way he’s totally okay under the thin layer of his suit, and holy shit, did he really say ‘I love you’ for the first time just to blow himself up? What kind of nonsensical move is that?
“Idiot,” Noh Varr mutters, as he aims them at their ship. “Stupid, dramatic, heroic…” An Earth lyric enters his mind, as he floats towards his ship, carrying the body of his maybe-dead lover in his arms.
Ground control to Major Tom…
Made the grade indeed.
“I love you,” he says to Tommy, over and over again, as the hatch opens for them. “I love you, so you better wake up. I love you.”
It takes Tommy hours to wake up, weeks to fully recover. But that crack of one eye, crooked smile made even more twisted with the pain, and the choked out 'I know’ slows Noh Varr’s panic.
He knows that reference, after all. And that means maybe they can be okay.
also, full offense, but how I write tasha, she’s always had a conflicting love-hate relationship with steve. he was her idol when she was growing up, and when her father was around, Rogers was just about the only person she ever heard about (which was bittersweet because where was her validation, Dad!!!). And when she first met him, they already butted heads but they got along enough. Either way, Tasha can full on Hate Steve or full on Love him but also riding that fence all the way
i showed my mom the smooth amv i made and she did that thing old/middle aged family members do where she asked if i drew it and when i said no followed it with “you know you could do much better than this”
Garth had cheesy pasta for dinner last night and loved it.
Please note that Garth is dying of old age. He is at least 3 years old, entirely blind, partially paralyzed, and has a mass in his abdomen. No amount of junk food is going to negatively impact his health at this point. However, if anyone has an issue with me spoiling a dying critter with all the junk food they can eat I would advise unfollowing us. I prefer to make sure they have a happy and comfortable end of life instead of keeping them on a strict diet to the end. I mean who wants to eat kale on their deathbed? #rat #wholikeskaleanyway #weirdosthatswho #petrat
Who is your favorite rat currently and who is your favorite that you've owned ever?
If you had asked last week, I would’ve said Atlas…unfortunately, he passed away due to old age a few days ago. 😔 I LOVE LOVE LOVE Hyacinth & Twain, they are probably my current favorites. I always call Hyacinth “Old Lady Rat” because she’s very elderly & frail-looking, has trouble keeping weight on, just has that really aged look about her, but she’s full of energy & loves running on the wheel & climbing. I normally vastly prefer males’ personalities, so it’s kind of funny I like her so much because she’s a very typical female, but she just makes me smile every time I see her. Twain bounces when he moves, he’s constantly excited & is a very happy rat. I have a bunch right now that aren’t super friendly, they just have more reserved personalities & aren’t big on socialization or being held or played with, but those are two really fun ones.
My favorites I’ve ever had were Ivan, Wyatt, Rorschach, Stanley, Pax, & Jayce. Seven is a weird number to answer the question with but I couldn’t leave any of them off, they were all very very special to me. I have a lot of honorable mentions (Courage, Wesley, Bentley, Oliver, Alfie), but those are “the best of the best,” so to speak.
How far must a man go to find the antithesis, when what he wants, or thinks he wants, deeply, is the mirror image of, the curving clone form, of the woman, the apple, with the same skin but different entrails.
There is no answer, as it is not a riddle but an age old self-created phenomenon.
Man did not create the Earth but the journey, that is something.
Isn’t that something?
The thorns were always there and once we careen into them, we blame the thorn.
Once we steer the car into the ravine we blame the ravine, we blame the car.
So it is, the search for happiness.
Even before we are born we fill our tomb with golden cups and multifaceted diamonds.
And we will be buried with our eyes closed, but our hands open.
and for as long as I remember, I’ve been awaiting it.
Yes, the one held breath..
Would it be like the last orgasm, relenting and expelled into the night, or the morning, and the air that was once so brittle, finally strong?
Strength, can you imagine it?
When our fists, so tiny and balled up, softer than a bed of doves, they wilt and wrinkle but within them, strength, but only for so long.
Only so long, until, the long goodbye.
Hopefully not too long.
For there are those golden cups and multifaceted diamonds.
They will become our pillows, and even though the path, the woman you shaped, it is all outside your death bed now, it outlines your march towards the locust cave with its murky creek, its skeletal birds drinking from the shore, the circling hawks that you know by name, Grint, Succotash, Perth, you trade life for something Other, written upon the DNA, so you flow on, and melt on, until you stand still, or rather lie still.
The Greece Runestones are about 30 runestones containing information related to voyages made by Norsemen to the Byzantine Empire. They were made during the Viking Age until about 1100 and were engraved in the Old Norse language with Scandinavian runes. All the stones have been found in modern-day Sweden and most of them were inscribed in memory of members of the Varangian Guard who did not make it home.
So I got a question on anon asking me about my drawing coloring process, and unfortunately I accidentally deleted it, because I have clumsy fingers on mobile.
Thank you so much for your interest, I’m really honored! I will try and give a brief overview of my drawing process, and hope this is helpful or useful to you! I just started experimenting with Photoshop last summer around July, so I’m definitely not the most experienced, I’m still learning a lot!
I’m going to be using this drawing of Lapis, because it’s one of my favorite pieces and it is more detailed than my average drawing:
This drawing was inspired by the episode “Alone At Sea”, where I wanted to illustrate this concept:
This was my main reference, but I also throughout, used a lot of google images of water and colorful fish.
Sketch: My canvas size was 3000 px wide and 2000 px high. I tend to sketch with the standard brushes and I actually have like 2 layers of sketches (one for basic shapes/sizes of things, then one for rough details and things).
Lineart + base coloring: I add lineart, usually px size 6-8, with the pencil brush. I then add base colors, using the default solid brush. Usually they are the generic color I’m going for. I try not to get too stressed about the base colors because I usually cover most of them up.
Primary highlights/light sources: It gets more interesting once you establish primary light sources, so where the main light source is coming from, as well as reflections of things. I use a larger brush and add these on new layers, set to either overlay or screen or pin light. So I wanted light to be shining through the water, making the color reflect on Lapis, which is how it works with real light.
Detail/color: I think this is the most fun part, where you choose colors to paint over. I think I painted this the way I normally use watercolor, which is combining a lot of complimentary and contrasting colors with varying amounts of saturation. It’s more complicated to explain that, but it’s a lot of eyeballing. For example, referring to the reddish colors, I tried spreading them around the drawing instead of having them just in one place. The reddish fish reflects around the water bubble, and the light is reflected on Lapis’s clothing as well.
Highlights: This makes your drawing really stand out - often at this stage, many layers are on ‘luminosity’, ‘screen’ or ‘overlay’. I also do this with the lineart layer as well, so there are not just harsh black lines, which can be distracting. There are also secondary light sources, such as at the back of Lapis’s head, because I felt like there was still not enough red-orange in the drawing.
Small white lines also make a big difference (such as those on the bubble, and on the edges of her jacket/in her hair).
I later went and adjusted the color balance a bit, as well as increased the contrast so some more areas would appear darker and it was a bit less green in color.
That is kind of the overview! I hope this was helpful at all, or at least interesting! If you have any more questions I would be happy to answer, I enjoy rambling. Sorry if this was a bit long!
- Granny women are purported to be healers and midwives in Southern Appalachia and the Ozarks, claimed by a few academics as practicing from the 1880s to the 1930s. They are theorized to be usually elder women in the community and may have been the only practitioners of health care in the poor rural areas of Southern Appalachia. They are fancied to not have expected or received payment, and were respected as authorities on herbal healing and childbirth. They are mentioned by John C. Campbell in The Southern Highlander and His Homeland.