this is fine
the sun, the stars, the moon, and mars
the earth, pluto, and that fcking car
-the watchers when joel won
Okay I JUST realized I never posted these on here—- BUT BASICALLY, about a year and a half ago I started doing these experimental black hairstyle posts that were threads long on Twitter, to give artists a source of inspo for their black ocs whose hair they wanted to try something new with! There’s more to black hair than just the selected styles portrayed in media, and I thought it would be fun to show people how much texture, shape, fades, length, and style can be combined when drawing black hair—-cause it’s a kind of manipulation our hair can do irl! The OG thread from when I made these a year ago were lost with the hacking of my original Twitter account (@/bagels_donuts) but I’ve since reuploaded the whole thread to my new Twitter (@/ItsDonutsFR)! I hope artists on tumblr find these useful, sorry it took me so long to post them here😭🙏🏾 I’ll upload them all in parts!
Part 1: Long masc hairstyles + playing with fades
“he would not fucking say that!” then put him in a situation that makes him say it, we wanna see him squirm
Also tragic
and while i’m on a self indulgent thing? i think that any of the kids calling Bruce “dad” changes his whole demeanor. it helps him know that whatever they’re talking about is serious.
hearing his name shouted across the house does nothing for him. a hundred people say his name all day, including his kids. whatever the situation is can be fixed.
but hearing “Dad!”, cried out in battle or screamed from the other room, has him rushing to their side. what is it love and i’m here you’re alright and shh i’ve got you
“Bruce, I need help” = can’t open this large jar, have a question about math homework, need someone to look at this case file for me
“Dad, I need help” = I am hurt. I am scared. I am in danger. I need you to make things better. I need you to protect me.
do you think it was familiar to lizzie, to sit in the forest with ren and bigb? even though the trees were pale and creaking, they huddled around the fire and sang songs and for a second she had flowers in her hair and the trees were her sanctuary, not a prison? do you think the haunted forest was all too familiar? did she smell smoke before the campfire was lit?
Avid ao3 readers wouldn’t have fallen for it
(it’s me, im avid ao3 readers)
Do you ever think how in the third life finale grian was so mad after becoming red and ready to get vengeance but the moment scar answered with "you can kill me" he immediately folded? Any bloodlust, any anger, any feeling of betrayal just gone as fast as they came which is insane considering grian is freshly red
I drew this a while back but I'm posting it because he deserves this.
The end of each @hotguycomiczine era
something genuinely insane about going somewhere and getting to feel “i had some of the worst years of my life here” and “i was loved here, once” simultaneously.