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art books on the internet archive for you
be free
I've recommended this one before, but for all the non-human vertebrate likers out there... the art of animal drawing
Reblogged mariannemarinejack
art books on the internet archive for you
be free
I've recommended this one before, but for all the non-human vertebrate likers out there... the art of animal drawing
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This has gotta be one of the funniest things I've ever seen. 😂😂😂
Remember to eat, my loves! There's a whole world of delicious joy awaiting you!
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Anonymous asked:
👀👀 what's up with "Wish I was like the sun"??
-idkman
hi!
ooh this one's kinda Zoey-centric (her idea of what being golden is), but it holds a conversation that she has with Rumi, who relates to the sun in a way.
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Zoey loves the sun almost as much as she loves turtles.
Loves its warmth, its light, its golden brightness.
She wishes she could hold onto it with the small of her palms or meld it into herself because what could be better than becoming sunlight?
No one can tell her that she doesn’t try.
Zoey laughs and she smiles and tries to get rid of all the darkness that haunts the people in her life, all because she wants to be told that she has a sunny personality. One that can light up the room and make people feel happy.
But the whispers of the past follow her like shadows.
You never shut up, do you?
Stop smiling all the time. It’s weird.
Enough with the dancing. Wish you’d just stand still for once.
Zoey feels them haunting her with every grin that she bears.
Still, she tries.
To be bright. To be warm. To bring light in every room that she enters.
~~~
But Rumi would say that being like the sun is lonely. No one who can look at you directly. No one to accompany you like the moon and the stars do for each other. The sun bears a weight that helps the world stay alive, yet it can kill just as easily as it saves. All on its lonesome.
@maffynn and @thesevenstarfoxes (for your asks as well! thank you!)
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This dog's face is sending me. New reaction image
Reblogged avidreaderffn
my disdain for cigarettes is really conflicting with my incessant need to reblog art of mean women smoking
we need to invent a new thing that characters can do to look self-assured but a little world-weary
we've found it. everybody draw women playing mahjong
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Deadbeat Miyeong AU, a continuation of this post
But Miyeong and Third;
So Miyeong due to a one night stand or something along those lines ends up pregnant. And maybe she had entertained thoughts of being a mother but definitely not at this stage of her life and this is an objectively *awful* period for her to be pregnant.
“Demons have always haunted our world, stealing our souls and channeling strength back to their king, Gwi-Ma,” Eomma had taught Rumi, when she’d first managed to communicate that she could see the Honmoon.
As beautiful as your writing is, this tag gave me the vision of Rumi and Celine just Bugs Bunny-ing their way through faking that Rumi lives alone and I did find that very deeply funny 😁
Ask and you shall receive 😁
Zoey knows pretty much everything before she ever even gets to Jeju.
Hhhng.
Just imagining Rumi laying on her bed, Zoey's words and the tone of her voice when she talked about her mom's "betrayal" ringing in her ears; her typing and deleting and typing and deleting texts to her mom.
She wants to tell her mom all of it.
The worst part, Rumi thinks, is that Zoey's so nice about it. Her eyes are sparkling, and she's laughing and joking about Celine's taste in guys, and she's inviting Rumi to come and have fun with her and share in her excitement. Come play around in the wreckage of the most painful time in Celine's life, as though it's nothing more than a TV show they can gawk at and speculate over and then put down as soon as they get interested in something else.
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Deadbeat Miyeong AU, a continuation of this post
But Miyeong and Third;
So Miyeong due to a one night stand or something along those lines ends up pregnant. And maybe she had entertained thoughts of being a mother but definitely not at this stage of her life and this is an objectively *awful* period for her to be pregnant.
“Demons have always haunted our world, stealing our souls and channeling strength back to their king, Gwi-Ma,” Eomma had taught Rumi, when she’d first managed to communicate that she could see the Honmoon.
As beautiful as your writing is, this tag gave me the vision of Rumi and Celine just Bugs Bunny-ing their way through faking that Rumi lives alone and I did find that very deeply funny 😁
Ask and you shall receive 😁
Zoey knows pretty much everything before she ever even gets to Jeju.
Hhhng.
Just imagining Rumi laying on her bed, Zoey's words and the tone of her voice when she talked about her mom's "betrayal" ringing in her ears; her typing and deleting and typing and deleting texts to her mom.
She wants to tell her mom all of it.
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Deadbeat Miyeong AU, a continuation of this post
But Miyeong and Third;
So Miyeong due to a one night stand or something along those lines ends up pregnant. And maybe she had entertained thoughts of being a mother but definitely not at this stage of her life and this is an objectively *awful* period for her to be pregnant.
“Demons have always haunted our world, stealing our souls and channeling strength back to their king, Gwi-Ma,” Eomma had taught Rumi, when she’d first managed to communicate that she could see the Honmoon.
As beautiful as your writing is, this tag gave me the vision of Rumi and Celine just Bugs Bunny-ing their way through faking that Rumi lives alone and I did find that very deeply funny 😁
Ask and you shall receive 😁
Zoey knows pretty much everything before she ever even gets to Jeju.
#God poor Rumi all the persons around her are talking shit of her mother#Celine's face being erased from the album cover.. Rumi seeing her mother face being treated as something hideous.#The hypocrisy of Miyeong and Kyung-hee >:( and the ignorance of Zoey and Mira 😔#Imagining that in a moment of privacy with the girls Rumi cannot hold anymore a just go:#“Well I don't see the crime of just to dedicate herself to her child. I don't see the shame on that”#and the plus that she's “orphan” saying that. (And if Rumi is feeling really angry about the topic) she also said that#the other two should have helped her third. A child is not easy and they mentors always are with that thing of “Hunters's bond”#Perhaps this is the moment when the girls have their first argument. Zoey trying to defend her menthors but Rumi just respond#with the fact that the sunlight sister had and hiatus before the scandal. So possibly the pregnancy was not a surprise for them#And (after a few days) all of that ended with Zoey reevaluating the image of her mentors#(And maybe and if Miyeong and Kyung-hee get involved end up with them trying to contact Celine again.)#Extra: In the middle of the reading I have to google what does run a train on a person mean#Literally I put myself in Zoey's shoes jsjjsjs (English is not my first language)#Deadbeat Miyeong au#celine kpdh#rumi kpdh
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What About Us
So sometimes I listen to Free and get angry, and sometimes I see similar-ish things said in fics and I don't think it's explored enough and even THIS isn't explored enough but I write in scenes and am pretty bad at adding more so uh...sorry? ___________
"It just felt like I could talk to him about all of it. Like I could tell him anything." Rumi doesn't expect the absolute silence after that.
When she finally looks up her breath catches in her throat.
Everything about Mira's posture screams anger. The white knuckled fists shaking at her side, the clenched jaw. Everything Rumi expected. And yet, tears stream down Mira's face and her breath comes quick and shaky through her nose. Her expression isn't the fury Rumi prepared for, no. It's devastation. Anguish, like Rumi ripped out her soul and gave it to Gwi-ma.
"Mira—"
"Tell me you see the problem with what you just said." Zoey says quietly.
When Rumi looks at Zoey she expected the tears, the sorrow, the kicked puppy. Instead there's nothing. Her face is a mask of neutrality.
Rumi blinks, confused. She wasn't expecting acceptance, she wasn't expecting niceties. But this? The complete one-eighty of reactions from her girls Zoey and Mira. She doesn't know what to do with this. Her brow furrows, what does that mean? How could that be a problem? She couldn't—
There's a harsh laugh and again, Rumi's taken back that it's from Zoey and not Mira. Mira who is still shaking with anger and something else Rumi can't figure out.
"You don't see it. You really don't." Zoey shakes her head. "You knew him for less than a month, Rumi. What, three weeks, max? And that somehow erases the years you've know us. Years!" Zoey's voice raises gradually as she goes, cracking every few words as she tries to stop the tears of fury from choking her.
"He understood—"
"You never gave us the chance to!" Zoey yells. "You never gave us a fucking chance! No matter how often we asked! No matter how often we told you we'd still fucking love you!" Zoey's voice breaks, "All I wanted, all we wanted was to love you, Rumi. All we wanted was to be close to you, to share your joy, to share your pain. We gave you your space, we gave you, god, we gave you everything and you threw it all away for what? A fucking demon who turned on you the second he could. I'm so— I'm so angry," She barks a laugh, sudden, abrupt. "And it's not like we're blameless in this. We pointed our weapons at you," At this Mira finally makes a noise, a small whine she tries to hide at remembering. "The worst part? I don't even hate you. I get it, I do. But I can't— I can't be here right now."
"Zoey—"
"No. I'm sorry, Rumi. I'm not," Zoey takes a shuddering breath, "I can't do this, not right now." She brushes past Mira and heads towards the elevator.
Mira and Rumi watch her go and after a brief silence, Mira starts walking away too.
"Mira?" Rumi asks, voice small, body curling in on itself.
Mira pauses and looks back at Rumi.
"Please."
Mira leaves without a word.
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Alright then... I guess I'm just gonna go for it
Bobby... this poor man
He has put up with soooo much. Man goes above and beyond to make sure his girls have everything. He encourages them to eat when they want. He handles as much of the contract work as he can without out them (minus the stuff Rumi insists on doing herself). He deals with it when they go over him (Rumi releasing golden affected him too!).
All this to say that when the idol awards event occurs, he wants to know what happened-- wants to assist however he can-- wants to protect his girls.
But they. Just. Keep. Lying.
He knows they are, has been around them long enough to know their tells. It wouldn't bother him if they were honest about wanting to keep it a secret but that's not what's happening
They push it off. Avoid the topic. Or worst, tell him it didn't happen. And that hurts
They don't trust him. Why?? He doesn't judge! He's kept their relationship a secret (not that they seem to be aware of it themselves but still).
That's why he followed when he heard that sickly sweet voice in his head. He just wants to be trusted-- wants to be looped in to what he works so hard to protect.
He felt guilty-- after the awards, once he remembered what he'd done-- how he'd left them. But now? Now he's angry. Angry that seriously important things are clearly being kept from him.
And while he's always tried to be a healthy, positive father figure for his girls... maybe they aren't his girls anymore. Maybe they don't need him-- don't want him.
Maybe it's time to find a replacement... someone they'll trust.
(I'll post something sweeter as soon as I have time. Sorry not sorry!)
NOOOOOOO NOT BOBBY!!!! 😭😭😭
(hope you don't mind that I had a little fun with this!)
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You could hear a feather drop. That's how quiet it was in the girls' penthouse when Bobby broke the news. A switch seemed to have been flipped, turning off the ambient sounds of the world; the hum of the AC, the whistle of the wind around the edges of the tower, even the pound of his pulse in his ears were all swallowed by the silence that had fallen like a curtain when he made his announcement.
Mira and Zoey and Rumi stared, unblinking. He had the impression of watching a trio of statues, expressions stony as his words settling on their shoulders like snowflakes.
He swallowed, uneasily. He wasn't sure what he expected, but this- this all-consuming quiet- was not on the list.
"You're...quitting?" Rumi, of course, spoke first, but not with the confident tone of a leader; instead, her words quavered, like a child who was being told their appa was going to miss their birthday.
Bobby cleared his throat, fighting the urge to rub his neck sheepishly or fiddle with the hem of his blazer. "Yes, Rumi-ya. I- I feel that it's time I pursued other opportunities-"
"Why?" Zoey cut in, milk-chocolate eyes swimming with tears. "Is it- is it something we did?"
It was. Like a music video with too many cutaways scenes of the past few months flashed in Bobby's mind, of the girls ducking away from every attempt he made at having a talk- a genuine heart-to-heart- with them about the Idol Awards breakup, what caused it and if there was anything more they needed from him.
It hurt, more than he'd been letting on. They were his girls, he just wanted them to be happy, but...they clearly didn't want his help with that, not anymore.
Of course, that was easier to say in his head then to his girls' stricken faces.
"Well..." he began, choosing his words carefully. "It's just been made pretty clear to me lately that you girls...may be better off with someone else." He gave a small smile, the kind that says 'no hard feelings, this is for the best, you'll thank me later.'
The looks his girls gave in return said the exact opposite.
Before he could think of something else to say, they swarmed him.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry this is my fault, isn't it? It's the memes, isn't it?" Zoey bawled from where she had latched her arms around Bobby's neck. "I can stop sending them!"
"Is this about the pay?" Rumi, pragmatic Rumi, asked desperately from where she was nervously fidgeting next to him, fingers fluttering like a butterfly trying to free itself from a spiderweb. "We can get Celine to give you more. Five percent? Ten? I'm pretty sure she'd go up to ten."
"Don't want someone else." Mira's voice was muffled in the shoulder Zoey wasn't soaking with tears, arms a vice around his middle so he'd have to physically fight her if he wanted to walk out on them (which would not end well for him; his girls were fit). "Want Bobby-oppa."
Bobby blinked, more than a little stunned as he awkwardly patted Mira's head with one hand, Zoey's with the other, and shifted around to make room for Rumi in the impromptu group hug when she decided it wasn't the pay, it was having to deal with the fallout from her patterns (odd way to refer to a skin condition, but Rumi was endearingly odd) driving him away.
"B-because it's a lot," she sniffled into his chest, voice cracking. "I know you didn't sign up for...this."
"I promise you 100% it's not that," he said as he reached around Zoey's still-trembling form to stroke Rumi's back. "I love being able to help you girls, and I'm so proud of you for how you've handled going public with this. And I love your memes, Zoey-ya. Never stop sending them to me, okay?"
Zoey gave a teary little whimper and snuggled closer.
"And I can still be your Bobby-oppa!" He turned to Mira, looking at him with a shattered expression, like she was being disowned all over again (before stepping down he really should talk to Celine about getting the girls a therapist; a good one). "We can still hang out!" He looked from girl to girl, smiling as bright as he could with tears pushing at his own eyes. "I just won't be your manager."
That was the wrong thing to say.
It was a solid hour before the girls stopped crying, and that was only because he'd promised he was only thinking about quitting (if he told a single white lie in his life it'd be for his girls). Now, seated on their couch with the girls sprawled and sniffling around him as they watched a movie (one they insisted he join them for) and ate ice cream straight from the carton (all their favorites he'd gotten delivered once Mira loosened her grip enough for him to fish his phone out of his pocket), he thought back over how...personally they took his announcement.
This was going to be harder than he thought.
His phone suddenly buzzed with a text, Celine's name popping up on his screen.
"Is this about the pay?"
Yup. A lot harder.
Bobby was, he knew, a pushover for his girls. He’d prepared himself before the conversation, tried his best to work out exactly what he wanted to say, visualized how they would respond. Even being this angry would only go so far.
The looks he was greeted with on returning home were, from both cat and boyfriend, equally expectant.
He sighed and bowed his head in defeat.
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Alright then... I guess I'm just gonna go for it
Bobby... this poor man
He has put up with soooo much. Man goes above and beyond to make sure his girls have everything. He encourages them to eat when they want. He handles as much of the contract work as he can without out them (minus the stuff Rumi insists on doing herself). He deals with it when they go over him (Rumi releasing golden affected him too!).
All this to say that when the idol awards event occurs, he wants to know what happened-- wants to assist however he can-- wants to protect his girls.
But they. Just. Keep. Lying.
He knows they are, has been around them long enough to know their tells. It wouldn't bother him if they were honest about wanting to keep it a secret but that's not what's happening
They push it off. Avoid the topic. Or worst, tell him it didn't happen. And that hurts
They don't trust him. Why?? He doesn't judge! He's kept their relationship a secret (not that they seem to be aware of it themselves but still).
That's why he followed when he heard that sickly sweet voice in his head. He just wants to be trusted-- wants to be looped in to what he works so hard to protect.
He felt guilty-- after the awards, once he remembered what he'd done-- how he'd left them. But now? Now he's angry. Angry that seriously important things are clearly being kept from him.
And while he's always tried to be a healthy, positive father figure for his girls... maybe they aren't his girls anymore. Maybe they don't need him-- don't want him.
Maybe it's time to find a replacement... someone they'll trust.
(I'll post something sweeter as soon as I have time. Sorry not sorry!)
NOOOOOOO NOT BOBBY!!!! 😭😭😭
(hope you don't mind that I had a little fun with this!)
---
You could hear a feather drop. That's how quiet it was in the girls' penthouse when Bobby broke the news. A switch seemed to have been flipped, turning off the ambient sounds of the world; the hum of the AC, the whistle of the wind around the edges of the tower, even the pound of his pulse in his ears were all swallowed by the silence that had fallen like a curtain when he made his announcement.
Mira and Zoey and Rumi stared, unblinking. He had the impression of watching a trio of statues, expressions stony as his words settling on their shoulders like snowflakes.
He swallowed, uneasily. He wasn't sure what he expected, but this- this all-consuming quiet- was not on the list.
"You're...quitting?" Rumi, of course, spoke first, but not with the confident tone of a leader; instead, her words quavered, like a child who was being told their appa was going to miss their birthday.
Bobby cleared his throat, fighting the urge to rub his neck sheepishly or fiddle with the hem of his blazer. "Yes, Rumi-ya. I- I feel that it's time I pursued other opportunities-"
"Why?" Zoey cut in, milk-chocolate eyes swimming with tears. "Is it- is it something we did?"
It was. Like a music video with too many cutaways scenes of the past few months flashed in Bobby's mind, of the girls ducking away from every attempt he made at having a talk- a genuine heart-to-heart- with them about the Idol Awards breakup, what caused it and if there was anything more they needed from him.
It hurt, more than he'd been letting on. They were his girls, he just wanted them to be happy, but...they clearly didn't want his help with that, not anymore.
Of course, that was easier to say in his head then to his girls' stricken faces.
"Well..." he began, choosing his words carefully. "It's just been made pretty clear to me lately that you girls...may be better off with someone else." He gave a small smile, the kind that says 'no hard feelings, this is for the best, you'll thank me later.'
The looks his girls gave in return said the exact opposite.
Before he could think of something else to say, they swarmed him.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry this is my fault, isn't it? It's the memes, isn't it?" Zoey bawled from where she had latched her arms around Bobby's neck. "I can stop sending them!"
"Is this about the pay?" Rumi, pragmatic Rumi, asked desperately from where she was nervously fidgeting next to him, fingers fluttering like a butterfly trying to free itself from a spiderweb. "We can get Celine to give you more. Five percent? Ten? I'm pretty sure she'd go up to ten."
"Don't want someone else." Mira's voice was muffled in the shoulder Zoey wasn't soaking with tears, arms a vice around his middle so he'd have to physically fight her if he wanted to walk out on them (which would not end well for him; his girls were fit). "Want Bobby-oppa."
Bobby blinked, more than a little stunned as he awkwardly patted Mira's head with one hand, Zoey's with the other, and shifted around to make room for Rumi in the impromptu group hug when she decided it wasn't the pay, it was having to deal with the fallout from her patterns (odd way to refer to a skin condition, but Rumi was endearingly odd) driving him away.
"B-because it's a lot," she sniffled into his chest, voice cracking. "I know you didn't sign up for...this."
"I promise you 100% it's not that," he said as he reached around Zoey's still-trembling form to stroke Rumi's back. "I love being able to help you girls, and I'm so proud of you for how you've handled going public with this. And I love your memes, Zoey-ya. Never stop sending them to me, okay?"
Zoey gave a teary little whimper and snuggled closer.
"And I can still be your Bobby-oppa!" He turned to Mira, looking at him with a shattered expression, like she was being disowned all over again (before stepping down he really should talk to Celine about getting the girls a therapist; a good one). "We can still hang out!" He looked from girl to girl, smiling as bright as he could with tears pushing at his own eyes. "I just won't be your manager."
That was the wrong thing to say.
It was a solid hour before the girls stopped crying, and that was only because he'd promised he was only thinking about quitting (if he told a single white lie in his life it'd be for his girls). Now, seated on their couch with the girls sprawled and sniffling around him as they watched a movie (one they insisted he join them for) and ate ice cream straight from the carton (all their favorites he'd gotten delivered once Mira loosened her grip enough for him to fish his phone out of his pocket), he thought back over how...personally they took his announcement.
This was going to be harder than he thought.
His phone suddenly buzzed with a text, Celine's name popping up on his screen.
"Is this about the pay?"
Yup. A lot harder.
