I Saw A Tweet About Contrapposto, So Heres A Post About The Lesser-known But Equally Valid Postos That

I saw a tweet about contrapposto, so here’s a post about the lesser-known but equally valid postos that everyone forgets about.

Y’all this thing was so cute and if you don’t read it you’re missing outttttttt

A Fog of Green

Soulmate September Day 4 - There is a trail of colour only you can see that marks out where your soulmate has been.

Pairings: Intrulogical, very minor anxceit (it’s mentioned in like two paragraphs at the very end

Warnings: blink and you’ll miss it self deprecation, talk of blood, gore, death (generally just Remus being Remus)

Notes: you can read Intrulogical as romantic or queer-platonic. I like to think of them as QPP’s, but there is talk of proposing at the end and I’m not sure if QPP’s get married?

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Logan sighed, checking his watch for what must have been the seventh time in the past minute. If Patton has been in his position, he may have said Logan was checking his watch for the thousandth time, but he wasn’t, and Logan was not one for hyperboles.

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Why do I always think of /lh as “light hate” and /pos as “piece of shit”

me: god if this author doesn’t update I’m going to DIE

also me, an author with several WIPs:

content creators reblog this if you don't mind followers making a long streak of reblogging from you!! sometimes, I feel awkward for making a long reblog streak after checking out posts from blogs, STILL I'm sure it'll probably make the blogger happy somebody's reblogging them??? Like coolio, what a fine sense of devotion and support!!!

Close the Door!

Summary: Techno returns from his week of travel. His family is more than happy to have him back. (Everyone is happy and I will beat on the canon with a rusty bat to make this work. SBI being cute, family dinners mixed with Techno refusing to admit out loud just how much he loves his family.)

Words: 1773

lil exerpt below :)

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Technoblade huffed one last time as he stepped through the front door. His breath fogged up the air in front of him as he shook some stray snow from his hair. It was cold outside, but then again, who expected the tundra to be warm?

“Oy, close the door!” Tommy’s voice rang from somewhere inside the log house. “You’ll let the cold in!”

Techno rolled his eyes, slamming the door with his foot and sweeping his cloak a little closer around him as he stepped inside. A few stray flakes drifted off to settle on the blue mat.

“I think we’re forgetting whose house this is,” Wilbur reminded the energetic teen with a gentle smile, from where he was draped across the rafters, completely upside down. His arms hung below his head, and while anyone else’s face would be flushed from blood, his greyish white skin was exactly the same as always. Perks of being dead.

“Oh, you’re one to talk! I distinctly remember walking in on you rooting through the lapis downstairs!” Tommy threw a golden apple in his brother’s general direction. The apple just phased through the older boy, as objects did sometimes, hitting the floor and rolling to a stop at Phil’s feet.

He picked it up with a frown. “Boys… fighting…”

“Sorry,” Wilbur replied cheerfully, even though he’d done nothing.

“Welcome home, Techno,” Philza said with a small smile, poking his head around the doorframe to smile at him. “How was your trip?”

“Oh, you know,” Techno replied with a slight drawl, letting the bag in his left hand hit the floor with a heavy thunk. “Same old same old.”

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