absolutely gorgeous and unbelievable art courtesy of the incomparable @anayellowbendyfruit!
Happy Thanksgiving! I have been cooking for two days. Sorry this one is so late, I think I restarted it three times. Anyway. I’m sure the discussion that follows the end of the last chapter will be perfectly civil and reasonable and definitely nobody will throw anything at anybody else.
Gordon’s never fully understood the term “liquid courage”. Possibly because most of the occasions in his life that call for bravery also require him to be stone cold sober and that’s always served him just fine. Booze as a component of bravery seems a little bit ludicrous. He’s never given it a great deal of thought, because he’s never really needed to. Getting drunk never makes him feel any braver than usual.
What he feels now—as his older brother stares at him and the bourbon starts to hit—isn’t exactly what he’d call courage, anyway.
It’s different. Wildly, disconcertingly different, a dizzy swell of almost giddy nihilism, the sudden conviction that nothing Scott could say or do in response to this news could possibly matter, compared to the magnitude of the news itself. Especially when all he’s done so far is gape, wide-eyed and bewildered, as Gordon swirls a slowly melting pair of ice cubes around the inside of his glass. However shocked Scott is, he’s still one whole degree removed from the actual situation, which that Penelope is approximately six weeks pregnant with Gordon’s child.
May I offer these Spectres sketches to warm your hearts?
Im so normal ab them i swear
Obi-Wan Kenoblee
some scribbles I decided to spice up with pretty colors! (❛ᴗ❛๑ )
May the 4th be with you
with every episode it becomes clearer that kenobi was not written for the star wars dudebros who want to see darth vader and obi-wan kenobi duke it out. it is made for the ani and obi girlies who want to see their boys as pathetic middle aged men going through a divorce and as one of those girlies i am THRIVING
the association between water and death in alex rider has always been so fascinating to me because…it’s water. you cannot live without it; on paper it is so much less threatening than a gun or a bomb or a deadly virus. and yet time and time again alex half-drowns. in the mine and the jellyfish tank in stormbreaker; destroying the gentleman’s boat and breaking into sarov’s compound in skeleton key; locked in the cellar in scorpia; diving in ark angel; the pleasures’ car crashing into the loch in crocodile tears; waterboarded by the CIA in scorpia rising. when alex meets yassen again in eagle strike, they are on a jetty by the sea. venice is a city slowly sinking into the water. to kill john they had to blow up a plane; to kill ian they had to wait until he was alone on a country lane to put two bullets in his skull; in another world the rider brothers might have avoided these things, but how do you avoid water. how do you avoid becoming your father’s son and your uncle’s nephew when you’ve never known anything else, never been given any other choice. the first time alex sees julia rothman in scorpia, ‘she was on the water; Alex was on the land’. it doesn’t last. he follows her without thinking.
My fixations change alotttttttt Alex rider, Thunderbirds, Percy jackson, Star Wars and loads more that I can't fit on here
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