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scarletstatic · 1 year
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This was for the It's a Garden- Twilight Mirage fanzine that came out a couple years ago! I really enjoyed doing a character montage here and working in little details from everyone's falling asleep/waking up interviews. I cry every time I listen to that bit!!
Also Love to draw jelly juice, so many color possibilities and so shiny!! There's also some process and close ups here to look at!
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dj-bouto · 8 months
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01. The Steady "Alarming Frequency" 02. Trübby Trio “A go go 2003" 03. Blofeld "Nexus" 04. Fauna Flash vs Wei-Chi "Don't know 2001" 05. Dub Trio "Fur boots for the party moose" (live) 06. Quantic "Common Knowledge" 07. The Herbaliser "Mission Improbable (feat. What What) 08. XXX "xxx" 09. Phoney "Trans Pennine Express (original)" 10. XXX "xxx" 11. Super Numeri "The electric horse garden" 12. Herbert (?) 13. Sigur Ross "Sefn-g-englar" Stories mother never told me #06 : mixed by Dj Bouto #drumandbass #dub #chillmusic #triphop #postrock
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fattsexyperson · 1 year
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hannaedits · 12 days
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Book Review: The Steady (Lost Boys #4) by Kelly Fox
Read my reviews of previous books in the Lost Boys series: The Thief (#0.5) | The Skeptic (Lost Boys #1) | The Crush (#2) | The Punk (#3) I often joke that it’s not a Kelly Fox book unless it makes me laugh so hard that I scare a cat at least once. While this story definitely includes moments of levity such as those I’ve come to expect from Fox’s work, even though they are never explicitly…
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thequeendomhq · 27 days
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THE STEADY ~
NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Faiman FACTION. Warrior's Guild OCCUPATION. Blademaster
Iskarans were hardly kind to those who were perceived as different. They laughed because your ears were sharper than most, though the undercurrent was always clear; they saw what you might be, and their eye was trained upon you. They were waiting to see what you would become or what you would do, but you learned young how important it was to hide. Maybe some escaped to distant lands, but your parents were proud of their nation; they’d taken in a child that had no home, and by the time what you could do manifested, they already loved you far too much to do anything but protect you. If you couldn’t use the magic that flowed through your veins, you’d have to use something else. The Warrior’s Guild fed this frustration within you, raised on stories of the vileness of magic, only to know that it was just as much a part of you as it was those who’d broken the world so long ago. So you trained. You took on contracts and slayed wyverns, drakes, trolls, and goblins. You protected the people who once mocked your misshapen ears, and you dedicated yourself to the Guild’s creed, embodied them, honed them, and when they marked your sword with the heron, it’s because you were a master beyond reproach. Your place would have been to die fighting when Aetheron attacked, but if you died, there was nothing to stand in the way of your parents as they fled. So you followed and dedicated your sword to one day seeing your nation freed again.
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TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee ABILITY: Syphon: The ability to drain the magic out of another through touch.
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televised-eyes · 1 month
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the way crowley’s lil head bobble lines up perfectly with aziraphale touching his back, it’s as if the touch caused an involuntary shiver up crowley’s spine…
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saltpepperbeard · 7 months
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this is the most important thing to me ever actually
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juiceicicles · 6 months
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Eddie and Steve have been friends for a while now, and they’re getting pretty close. With the revelation that Steve isn’t actually a major douchebag comes the revelation that Steve is actually pretty great
Except for one thing
Anytime Eddie says something incredibly nerdy, Steve closes his eyes and takes a steadying breath. Eddie cannot figure out why he does this, especially since Robin or Dustin might say the same things and get no reaction.
It bums him out a little, kind of makes him think that Harrington’s not quite let go of the whole King Steve thing.
Until one night where they’re hanging out and Eddie says something incredibly nerdy. Steve takes a deep breath, puts his face in his hands, mutters “God you’re such a dork” and hauls Eddie into a searing kiss
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feluka · 29 days
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i like to pick up feathers while out on a walk, and today i decided to trim and paint this dove feather i'd found and cleaned a while ago.
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it's not quite proportionally accurate and the feather didn't take the watercolor paint as easily as i was hoping, but i'm happy with it as a first attempt!
i don't have another pure white feather in my collection right now but as soon as i pick up another one i'll try again :]
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throwupgirl · 3 months
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x-i-l-verify · 3 months
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Something that I've noticed ever since the Smiling Critters were introduced is that they can so easily be paired off into complementary duos, ones that are specifically designed to teach children fundamental lessons about life and self-care from two different angles. It's really interesting to me.
Like obviously you have Dogday and Catnap, with their sun/moon, dog/cat dichotomy, that stress how important it is to have fun and get things done during the day, but also that it's important to wind down, relax, and get a good night's sleep.
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Bubba Bubbaphant and Craftycorn were introduced as a duo in the Smiling Critter show's intro, and their dichotomy is quite obvious. They are basically the right and left sides of the brain personified. Bubba is the left side of the brain, logical, analytical, focused on math and science. Craftycorn is the right side of the brain, creative and imaginative, focused on the arts and self-expression. They represent learning and academia in all its forms, the different ways people engage with and understand the world.
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Hoppy Hopscotch and Kickin' Chicken form the sportsmanship duo. They are both portrayed as enjoying sports and the outdoors, but in different ways that highlight the different ways sports can be played and enjoyed and also what it entails to be successful at them. Hoppy Hopscotch may be loud and impatient, but she is also a team player, shown in her willingness to slow down her fast pace to make sure none of her friends are left behind. Kickin' Chicken, on the other hand, is laid-back, relaxed, and chill, the described "cool kid" of the group, but he's also described as having a ton of perseverance, more of a "slow and steady wins the race" type of person.
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This leaves Bobby Bearhug and Picky Piggy as the last pair. Fittingly, these two are all about how to meet the fundamental needs of yourself and others. Bobby teaches children how to nourish themselves emotionally through showing and receiving care from others, while Picky teaches them how good food is important to nourish the body and soul. Depriving oneself of either of these things only makes oneself and therefore everyone around one miserable, because those fundamental needs are no longer being met.
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Like fr, this is some pretty genius marketing right here. You have enough characters that every kid will have their favorite, but not so many that any would get lost in the shuffle, because the lessons each one of them would teach would be integral to the group as a whole. It really makes me that much sadder we saw basically nothing of the Smiling Critters during the game itself, because Mob Games struck gold with this concept, only to ultimately do nothing with it. :/
But I guess that's what fandom is for, eh?
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xo-romiiarts · 6 months
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Post episode 4
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theminecraftbee · 28 days
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Grian had taken her aside quietly. He'd awkwardly talked around the idea of her remembering now; apparently, he didn't know if her victory counted. She'd rubbed the back of her head and hadn't quite realized what he was talking about and said something about the games and, ah. Apparently she does remember now. Apparently the victory counts. Apparently this means he needs to say sorry.
Cleo considers not accepting the apology. Grian would get the wrong idea then. If she said: you don't need to apologize for shit, or maybe, there's nothing to apologize for, he'd take that as: you are exactly as bad as you're convinced you are. Honestly, Cleo's not sure whether that means Grian would decide he'd done nothing wrong or everything, but that's besides the point.
She'd never not remembered, is the point.
Frankly, Cleo hadn't realized people were meant to be not remembering. She's honestly a bit embarrassed not to have figured it out. Surely that can't be right. Cleo has held every single slight and every single ally and every single person she has ever connected to right in her ribcage, next to where her carved-out, unbeating, torn-up heart lies, the entire time these games have gone on. Each game, a new fact carved into the bone that makes them up.
Names ribbon around her memories. Bdubs and the Crastle and Scott and soulmates and Pearl and friend-turned-foe and Etho and survivor and Bigb and traitor and Scar and son and everything else. She wouldn't be the same at all if she didn't remember. Everything she is, it's built on top of everyone that was.
Maybe it's a zombie thing. The undead are said to be memories that can't fade as much as anything else, after all.
But she can't really explain this to Grian, of course. If nothing else, that would require explaining the place he's taken next to her heart, too, and frankly, that's way too mushy for the both of them. What ends up coming out her mouth is: "Oh. Does that really change anything?"
Grian stares at her a moment.
"You know, I guess not?" he says.
"Right then," Cleo says. "Cool. Good to know my victory means nothing then."
Grian squawks. "You can't just say it like that! That's depressing!"
Good enough.
She buries 'not-supposed-to-remember' 'not-sure-if-it-counts' 'laughing-as-scott-dies' and 'I-have-always remembered' in the same place in her ribcage, so she won't forget it, and then she does the thing that sets her apart from the common zombie:
She moves on.
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todayontumblr · 1 year
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Wednesday April 19.
today, nearly 2,000 years ago, someone in pompeii baked bread.
Ahh, picture it. The time, around 2,000 years ago—the place, Pompeii. Simpler, happier times in some ways; and for the ruthless power games, insatiable sexual appetites, wild ambition, and creative genius, less so in others. However, following yesterday's foray into pastries, and all things fluffy, warm, and flakey, it dawned on us that this day around 2,000 years ago a happy chappy somewhere in the city's magnificent walls got to work and made some bread. CIL vol. IV 8972: XIII K. Maias panem feci—which translates as: On April 19th I made bread. And we love that for you, even millennia later! So, one day after our sweet celebration, it's time to pay homage to pastries' savory counterparts by marking April 19 with #bread. And a happy 2,000th anniversary to whichever miscellaneous Pompeian who decided not simply to make bread, but to mark the occasion with graffiti. But how do we know this? Well, it is thanks to the enquiring minds as evident in this post from @todayiwrotenothing, and indeed this commemoration on Reddit. Every day is a school day over here on The Internet.
Today it comes in countless forms, shapes, and sizes: wholewheat, rye, sourdough, multigrain bread, baguette, ciabatta, pumpernickel, soda, focaccia, cornbread, bagel, flatbread, naan, brioche, challah, and, last but by no means least, the ever-trusty white bread. As you will shortly see in the following string of bready content, this is simple yet limitless food: it can be braided, made by illustrated cats, or indeed constructed in the shape of the dashboard's beloved, hapless vessel, the good ship Ever Given.
So here's to you, as-yet-unnamed Pompeian who not only makes the bread, but brags about it too. We think you would have enjoyed this one-day tribute to your escapades here with #bread. We shall submit a formal application to rename it Tumbread, in your honor. But that's still not all: rumor has it there is sister graffiti that reads "Olivia condita XVII Kalendas Novembres"—so come back on November 16th for preserved olives.
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smallsafespace · 5 days
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5 more stars! :0)
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ekat-fandom-blog · 1 year
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Sam dragged Danny to a gala in Gotham. While he'd been excited to go, he was exhausted from fighting a few of his rogues. Make-up helped hide the bruising under his eyes, but not his overall tiredness.
Meanwhile, Tim and Jason are both just as sleep deprived as Danny, but still being forced to go to the gala. Tim is just tiredly allowing himself to be dragged along, and Jason is growling at everyone the entire time. Neither are happy.
Skip to the Gala. Danny loses Sam after she gets dragged off by her parents to meet another person. While searching for her he ends up bumping into Tim. Tim offers to help look, but they both end up just silently standing at the edge of the room hoping no one talks to either of them.
In comes Jason, absolutely seething, eyes almost green. Tim tenses, getting ready for a fight, while Danny just looks at him and is like "this dude is hangry af" and grabs a small thermos(smaller than the Fenton Thermos so he doesn't accidentally try to drink one of the ghosts.) He takes a sip and then hands it to Jason, telling him to drink.
Jason and Tim have no clue where Danny just pulled this thermos from, but figure that he's too sleep deprived to be attempting to poison anyone. So Jason takes a small sip. Then he's downing as much as he can because, damn, he didn't realize he was so thirsty until now. He doesn't even realize the stuff he's drinking is neon green.
By the time he's finished, he's calmed down significantly but is still very tired(that's what happens when you don't go to sleep for a few days.) So he sits down on the floor next to them. They all end up sitting on the floor after a bit, and Jason asks if Danny could get him more of whatever was in the thermos. Danny agrees and becomes Jason's ecto dealer.
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