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Leia the Hutslayer.

I lured my twin sister down the Star Wars rabbit hole. This is her first SW fanart, featuring vindictive Leia killing the terrible Jabba. We both noticed most “Leia killing Jabba” artwork focuses on Leia’s sexy submission instead of her strength, so this piece turns her objectifying guise into a lethal weapon..  

Man with a Parasol – Doctor Baizhu and His Daughter

Spider verse is my favorite movie

A note on the music of Spiderverse

Cool detail about this movie that I haven’t seen anyone else point out yet: Blonde Peter (RIPeter), Peter B. Parker, and Miles all have a very similar theme (the same melody, basically!) that varies in key details; mirroring their similarities and differences as a characters.

RIPeter has a very dramatic, modern-y theme. There are french horns and heavy drums and it sounds like it was made to be listened to in a cinema with some high-quality surround sound. It’s super heroic and also goes really hard, making it feel like a very action-packed theme, which fits his character. He’s in his prime, he’s in action. The track’s name is “The Amazing Spider-Man”, reflecting how he completely owns that title. He’s the perfect spiderman, as presented in the movie.

Peter B. Parker has a pretty darn similar theme to RIPeter, but there are differences. The drums and bass music isn’t as forceful, it sounds a little more tune-ful and a little more whimsical. It sounds like it’d be more at home in something like the OG spiderman trilogy than a modern action movie - which, of course, reflects both Peter B.’s age and experience, AND the fact that he’s very much based on that Tobey Maguire spiderman. His song is called “My Name is Peter B. Parker” - he’s not as embroiled in his identity as spiderman as RIPeter is (was), he’s more old and more tired and it plays as such. ALSO - his little melody is actually longer than the other two, also indicating his age.

Miles’ theme probably stand out the most, having that same tune but presenting it very differently. The track is a mix of hip-hop and orchestra, there’s a disk scratch at the beginning, it’s very clearly a different “style” from the other two, more traditional theme tunes. It’s tempo is slightly faster. It has some of the force of RIPeter’s, though not as much, but what’s so key about it is it’s ENERGY. The music is poppy, it inclines you to bop your head up and down to it as you listen. RIPeter’s theme makes you want to sit back and watch the explosions, Peter B’s theme makes you nostalgic for old times of super-heroing - Miles’ theme makes you want to get up and fight alongside him. HIS track is called “Miles Morales returns”, reflecting how he maybe doesn’t see himself as Spiderman yet, but he’s coming back (after being forced to stay behind by the others) and he’s going to do the best he can to live up to that mantle. It’s perfect.

(A final point; RIPeter’s variation and Miles’ variation literally play when they do the same move on the collider, just adding to that comparison between the two.

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Anyways, this move and its score are both so far beyond phenomenal it’s unreal.

Really captured her feral energy PERFRCTLY

it was xiangling's bithday the other day but i don't have a lot of time during the week to draw so i finished it today);

Omg this looks so cool!!! Really cute too!

[ID: fanart of Finn (played by John Boyega) from the Star Wars Sequels. He is a Black man wearing a coat and holding a blue light-saber outside that makes the whole piece look tinted blue. He is holding the light-saber with two hands out to the side of him while looking forward, the light of the light-saber makes the snow around it glow. End of ID]

testing out new brushes

okay im sorry but just imagine being kageyama tobio. your parents are always working late, your sister quit volleyball years ago and now she's off being an adult and having a career, none of your teammates get why you care so much and the only guy who did, because he cared the same amount in the same way, graduated 2 years ago and also hated your guts. your peers have given you a cruel nickname just so they can reinforce how little they like or understand you, you dont have any friends, you have nothing but volleyball actually, your grandfather is dead and you are clinging to the promise he made you when you were a little kid because if you dont you might just go insane. you are so, so incredibly lonely.

and then, THEN, this scrawny 5 foot nothing kid stares you down outside the gymnasium bathrooms and promises to beat you, and he totally sucks at volleyball. like, he. is. terrible. but he can run, and he has good reflexes, he jumps so high he looks like he's flying, and most importantly he runs headfirst into a wall and then says 'we haven't lost yet' like its the most obvious thing in the world when his teammates ask him why he bothered. and you realise this kid is just like you, the same kind of fucked in the head you are. and youre furious, what the hell has this guy been doing for the past 3 years? your grandfather promised you that someone even better would come and find you are here he is, but you beat his team in less than an hour and you're pretty sure you'll never see him again, despite him promising to take you down, because never once in your life has anyone who was supposed to stick around actually do that. you're angry because you didn't have to be so painfully lonely all these years, you could've had someone who kept up with you, but he just wasn't there, because he sucks and you don't but he doesn't have to and that makes it so much worse than you just being a freak who was completely one of a kind.

and then you go back to your team, back to your last middle school tournament, and you play more games. only this time youre pissed. you know that there's someone else like you now, someone who will. not. stop until the ball has hit the floor and you don't get why your teammates won't just be better, try harder, move faster. and then they abandon you too. you thought you were alone before, but now you have absolutely nothing, not even volleyball. and you didn't get into the school your grandfather went to, and the coach you picked your back-up school for is in the hospital, and your plan for the next 3 years is to essentially bide your time until you get scouted into the v-league because you literally do not have anything left and you are doing everything your 15 years old and incredibly depressed self can because you refuse to let go of volleyball, no matter how lonely it makes you, no matter how much it hurts to cling on.

and then, AND THEN. that same scrawny dumbass from that 2-0 match in middle school is there and he still sucks and he's still the same kind of fucked in the head that you are and you won't give him one of your 'royal sets', not after what happened last time, you can't stop being lonely but you can at least try to not get abandoned again. and he says 'forget all that, i'll be here no matter what', and he spikes the damn set. he shuts his freaking eyes and he trusts you and you have just had the rug pulled out from underneath your damn feet because you understand, maybe better than anyone else, being ready to do whatever it takes to win but who the hell just fully puts their faith in someone else like that and maybe, just maybe, this kid was serious when he swore he'd get better and take you down.

he's invincible as long as youre there and so are you as long as you have him. you ask him if he's prepared to go all the way to the world stage to take you on, because you've never set your sights anywhere else, and he tells you he'll match you every step of the way. he picks up your crown, puts it right back on your head and proves to you that he refuses to leave you just like everyone else did, even at your worst. you tossed and he spiked and he said 'i'm here' and he is.

he is, and he never stops being here for you, chasing after you, making you chase after him, even when he's on the other damn side of the planet. and then 6 whole years after you first met him, first played him, first thought that maybe your grandfather would keep his promise to you, you get to play him again and you realise that he is your someone even better, always has been. actually, they all are. and you're not that lonely tyrant you used to be anymore, youre not that sad, abandoned kid hiding behind anger and obsession, you're doing the thing you love surrounded by people who love it in the same fucked in the head way that he and you do, and the man you love is there across the net from you, playing against you, and he's also there on the court next to you, playing with you, and either way he is here.

you got really, really good at volleyball, and somebody even better came and found you.

he's here.

I miss the days when fandoms actually interacted with the source of the fandom instead of creating an entirely new version of each character centered around a single trait that may or may not even be right, saying that is the only valid version of the character, then arguing with the people who've actually read the source material over whether it's true or not.

I'm going booping and trick r treating tonight on tumblr 🌗🎃👻👽😱

YIPEE!!!!

Some monster designs!