#*learn the difference

[rocky-the-rockstar]

Miserable mfs after posting eighty million insults towards a fellow artist just because they personally don't like the style or media they created instead of simply not interacting with said artist.

[inkskinned]

i love you vaccines i love you research i love you reading the book instead of having chatgpt summarize it i love you critically thinking rather than reacting to a headline i love you investigating the source material i love you science i love you math even though you are personally my enemy (math/yn slowburn) i love you writing even though you try to stab me a lot i love you Experts in Your Field i love you Using The Brain

[corrodedparadox]

Handposting

[gosuckmydickgrayson]

Master Dick Grayson and his wee Padawan Damian Wayne

[eggbem]

Post Villain-of-the-Week-Scuffle Nap.

Good morning everyone! (Welcome to my seminar!) Here's some Portal Duo snuggling to start off your day! What's the point of having the ability to draw turtles if you don't indulge in the softest of fluff once in a while?

Just ignore the fact that, with Leo's canon bed setup, there's really no room for Raph to be standing on the other side. How's he doing that? Magic ig.

(I feel like this goes without saying, but you never know: T-cest, do NOT interact; I will punt you to the moon.)

[taraxippos]

One of my all time biggest pet peeves with historical(ish) fantasy is when the writer constructs a religion with a clear bias that it's stupid and false and therefore only the Stupid People and/or commoners believe in it and all the smart/elite main characters are like, quasi-atheists or otherwise just routinely flout established religious conventions of orthodoxy and/or orthopraxy because they're Too Smart for it or etc.

It's usually an extension of assumptions that people in the past were just less intelligent than in the contemporary, just being like "I know that the sun is a star millions of miles away that the earth orbits, but this ancient religion describes it as a chariot flying through the sky" and not really bothering to learn the context and just (consciously or subconsciously) settling on 'that's a crazy thing to think and was probably believed in because they were Stupid'.

And that whole attitude pisses me off so much. People were as 'smart' 10,000 years ago as they are today. These beliefs aren't just desperate, random flailing to explain phenomena that could not directly be accounted for either, it's not like people just looked at the sun and went "Uhhh I don't know what the fuck that thing is, actually. I guess it might be a chariot or a boat or something?? Yeah let's go with that." and based entire religious practices on this. Every well-established belief system exists within broader contexts of cultural values/subjective perceptions of reality/knowledge systems/etc, and exist as part of a historical continuum of religious practices that came before. Even when not Materially Correct, they have context and internal logic, they're not always dead literal with zero levels of allegory, and they're never a result of stupidity.

[linkeduniverse]

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Snake Year

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael learns of Henry and William’s FNAF lore..

[pangloss-artee]

Hi homicipher fandom

[tempo-takoyaki]

"It would be my pleasure to give you a proper tour and introduce you to everyone."

Here is my full illustration for @svsssbigbang for the fanfiction Night at Cang Qiong Museum by @adventure-waffles! An incredible Night at the Museum x Scum Villain AU! Don't hesitate to also check out the other two artists incredible pieces for this fanfiction: dustmeadowx and qiye!

And since I know that tumblr tends to destroy the quality of my illustrations, here are some close-ups under the cut:

[morganbritton132]

Steve’s hearing just gets progressively worse with every knock to the head and he just…never says anything about it. No one notices that he can’t hear very well either.

And then one day, Tommy and Carol come into Family Video and they’re kinda giving him a hard time but something is off like, “Dude, do your ears not fucking work? What the fuck?”

Then Keith - of all fucking people - is like, “Yeah, he’s deaf. We get a tax cut for it.”

“How do you know?”

“It’s true?!” Robin asks and then everything goes to hell. “I could I not know???”

The whole party is mad at him and they’re all so loud about that he can hear them.

[leafyeyes417]

Slightly to the left

(Okay so I read this post LINK and I had a duplicate brainwave split off and came up with this. Read the original post though, it’s really good.)

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Danny sighed, sitting in the Gotham Cemetery. Clockwork had told him to come and rescue a newly undead from his grave at a specific time. A Jason Todd. He had a bunch of items prepared for after the guys revival. A hoodie, some food and water, a blanket (because sometimes there is cold and then there is cold), and some ectoplasm, though that was only for himself.

Looking at his watch, he saw he had another 10 minutes. He released another sigh, sitting on the second blanket he laid down to keep from getting dirty. He turned his head a minute later, hearing a faint crunch of footsteps. He frowned. Why was someone showing up when he was about to rescue someone from a grave?

Soon the person in question appeared in the gloom. He was broad shouldered, on the taller side, dark hair with blue eyes. The man stopped a distance away, frowning.

“What are you doing? This isn’t a place to make trouble in.” He said sternly.

Danny raised an eyebrow, glancing at his watch. 3 minutes left. “I’m here on a job. I’m just waiting for the correct time to proceed.” Danny answered. Normally he wouldn’t answer so easily but he had a feeling there was shenanigans involved of the Clockwork variety.

The man’s face twisted slightly, an unreadable expression flashing across his face. “What kind of job would have you waiting in a cemetery? Are you planning on grave robbing or something?”

Danny huffed. “You want to know? Name first.”

Growling slightly, a strained, “Bruce Wayne.” was gritted out.

Danny paused. “Bruce Wayne? Adopted father of Jason Todd here?”

Bruce glared. “Speak. Now. What are you planning to do to Jason’s grave?!”

Danny waved a hand. “Well, it’s your lucky day. In fact, I’m here to empty it, since it is no longer necessary.”

Bruce paused, confused. “No longer necessary?”

Danny nodded. “Yep.” Glancing at his watch, he noted it was right on time. “Time for me to get Jason free. One moment.” Then he laid down, intangibility over him as he leaned down, reaching, his hand finally grabbing a grasping hand. Soon a newly revived Jason Todd was on the blanket next to him.

Bruce himself was a mess. Jason was alive?! His previous questions and observations had disappeared like smoke, his entire focus on Jason. He barely had the frame of mind to let himself be directed to allow Jason into the hoodie and be wrapped in a blanket as he hugged Jason. Tears slipped down his cheeks, he would be able to make up for his mistakes, anything for his son.

[hinamie]

ill stop drawing yuuji slouching with his hands in his hoodie pockets when i'm dead and buried