I Love The “Steve Has Good Parents, They’re Just Not On Camera.”

ended up giving up on the colour palette thing (as I always do) and decided to go with something completely different. Also got too confident with the shading thing, I can't quite do two-source light properly yet.

motley crue at the roxy in hollywood 1986… i wonder if there’s video footage

i think one of the biggest misconceptions about the story narrated in preacher’s daughter is that isaiah cannibalizes ethel as an act of love.

there is nothing romantic about it. isaiah is sadistic and manipulative, and ethel falls right into his trap. the warm and idyllic love describe in “thoroughfare” is nothing but ethel’s romanticization of her own abduction.

isaiah knows how to play this game very well. he’s practiced. he knows exactly what he is he doing and he picks ethel because she is vulnerable, alone and needs a place to stay, someone to trust. and in fact, she does trust him.

ethel feels bliss in this reality he offers her because it’s been so long since she last felt a sentiment even remotely similar to love. he tells her to be happy and grateful, so she is. (“I'm happier here 'cause he told me I should be”)

he has done this plenty of times. hayden basically confirms it in the demo of “strangers”, when she says “when you chewed me up and shit me out like every bitch you’re done with”. his plan was always to kill ethel. he drugged her and pimped her and when she was starting to become hard to handle, he killed her and ate her.

there was nothing loving about isaiah eating ethel.

he ate her because he was hungry.

┃preacher’s daughter - ethel cain

Favorite adderall review

on the one hand yeah sure 'social media traps you in your own bubble slash feedback loop and nuance gets squashed' etc

but on the other hand i dont have to lay my eyes on one of those 'ao3 needs an algorithm/shipping is bad actually/the art you consume for fun makes you a bad person' rancid takes and honestly thank fuck for that

important culture exchange happening rn

what it feels like listening to music and thinking about the character

It was early evening and Steve was making dinner when his cell rang. He put the knife down and grabbed the phone.

“This is Steve.” He grunted, reaching over to turn the heat off of a bubbling pot. There was a long suffering sigh on the other end.

“We found him on private property and he jumped a damn fence. Couldn’t catch him. Make sure he gets his hand check, left blood where he pushed off.” The voice of the new chief came over the speaker. “Get your husband under control or I swear I’m going to arrest him. No matter if your dad is the old police chief.” He grunted before hanging up.

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. This was the second time this week, never mind the last few months. There was nothing to do but to wait until Eddie got home.

He was finishing dinner when he heard the back door open and quiet shuffling to the hall bathroom. “Hey babe! Have a nice walk?” Steve called, hearing the steps stop. “Oh! Uh yeah it was good, very calm.”

“That’s so weird then. Because the Chief called me today. Didn’t sound like a peaceful walk to me.”

Eddie appeared in the doorway with a cloth wrapped around his hand and a sheepish expression. “Well you see I was playing Pokémon go-“ “On private property?” “Well there was a shiny…” Eddie stopped when he noticed the look Steve was giving him. “You jumped a damn fence. A tall one.”

“No, it was like middle height-“

“You cut your hand!”

“No it’s just scratch..”

Steve threw his hands up. “Babe, love and chaos of my life. You are in your fifties. You shouldn’t be running around in abandon private property for a game.”

“You wouldn’t understand. You aren’t down to clown like I am, old man.” Eddie flipped his hair and walked back down the hall.

“You’re older than me!”

girl unhinge ur jaw