#KAM's personal stuff

[kira-ani-mcgrath]

Hey ✝️umblr (or whatever we're calling it now), bunch of unspoken prayer requests for me and my family. Thanks.

[kira-ani-mcgrath]

It’s an illusion

[librarydilf]

as usual, fascinated by pairs warm-ups

[clockworksheep2]

need to draw what i look like when im Really not doing well bc i stg my face looks like a sickly victorian ghoul child. it is genuinely kind of fucked up fjfkdl i just felt my heart fuckin jump when i walked past a mirror bc im still not totally used to my longer hair length + my face is getting that bad sunken look bc of the sleep issues and everything else going on

[disappearedsock]

Nothing like taking a week off from work after a year of crunchy projects and realizing I Kind Of Want To Quit And Live In The Woods Forever

[cannibalsamruby]

Updated my carrd and Linktree

[kira-ani-mcgrath]

Prayer request for my husband (and, indirectly, our family). TL;DR: he needs neurosurgery.

He's been dealing with neck and back pain plus arm numbness for a few weeks, so an MRI was ordered, which he had this morning. Our doctor called him two hours later and said she was referring him to neurosurgery. Apparently his spinal cord is being compressed in multiple places which is causing the pain and numbness. We have no idea when we'll hear back on the referral, but given the speed at which our doctor called my husband, it seems like it might be an ASAP thing.

Also pray for safety as he's driving for a pre-planned trip this weekend.

Thanks.

[hobiesgeorg]

Strangers

Why Are We Like This - Ch. 7 > Ch. 8

Looking for Ch 6? It's here!

Hobie Brown / Spiderpunk x Transmasc!Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Tags: Occasional use of Y/N, no physical description of Y/N (except vague outfit mention), Y/N implied to be transmasculine, Y/N is a folkpunk enjoyer lowk, Y/N clocks another trans guy, established friends with benefits relationship, mutual pining, slowburn fic, angst, fighting, jealousy, trauma dumping

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I was almost done with it and then someone stole my LFP fridge and now I have to replace it and am crowd funding for a shed and it's a whole mess. Love you lots! Hope you enjoy!

You wake up to sun shining through open curtains. The light irritates your eyes. You stretch your arm out to nudge Hobie and grumble at him to save you from the torture, but instead you find more down comforter and plush mattress.

"Where...?" you roll over to check, as if your arm might be mistaken. He's nowhere in sight. Your heart skips a beat. Had you forgotten to lock the door behind you? You realize as you wake up that the idea of someone breaking in, kidnapping Hobie, and leaving you here to sleep is ridiculous.

On the other side of you, right on the edge of the nightstand, is a wrinkled receipt with a barely legible note. 'Slept past breakfast. Ran to get us food. Please don't set my shit on fire while I'm gone.'

Setting his shit on fire wouldn't have crossed your mind, but now you're tempted. You make your way over to his bag and find another note that says 'pretty please?'. Damn, you're not that heartless.

With burning everything he owns off the table, you decide to get to work replenishing all the things you sold last night. You pull on a sweatshirt and your shoes, ready to brave the cool morning air.

As soon as you reach the door the handle turns. You step back as Hobie steps in. He's in the same clothes he was in last night, but topped with a leather jacket. A white paper bag is tucked under one arm, he balances a drink tray with the other.

"Oh. Morning," he nods.

You take the drink tray from him and are walking to set it down by the time you remember you're still mad at him and shouldn't be helping.

"I was just about to head down to the van," you explain.

"Right, I forgot to tell you that tonight's gig is cancelled. Riri got us an extra night here, says we can make the whole drive tomorrow no problem."

"Oh." Damnit, you were looking forward to having space away from him. "Well, I needed to go grab some stuff."

"Sit and eat." he nods towards the table.

The clear demand makes your skin crawl.

Hobie steps away from the door without closing it. He crosses the room and sits in the chair closest to where you're standing. "Kamala found this art gallery they want us all to go to, so we're leaving for that soon."

"I have work to do." You're moving towards the door, unsure whether you'll close it or walk out.

"You're gunna bail on them after makin' them worry about you last night?" Hobie says through a mouthful of food.

Decision made. "Shut the fuck up, Hobie." You swing the door closed behind you.

The hallway seems miles long as you make your way down it. The mental image of Hobie eating his breakfast with the idea in his head that you're the one being ridiculous here makes you walk faster. You need to be away from him. Going back to the room to work isn't an option. One more word and you'll take a swing at him. You don't want to get caught up in that kind of trouble right now.

"Y/N!"

Kam's voice gets louder as they move down the hall, calling your name until they reach you. Their hair is pulled back but somehow still a mess. The bag slung over their shoulder is overflowing with flyers from last night. You wonder if they slept at all or shotgunned energy drinks to power through.

"You ready to go?" they grab your hand and pull it up to their chest.

"Actually—"

Their face drops before you finish the word. Fuck, you wish Hobie hadn't been the person to suggest that you ought to go.

"Oh come on, we have all day tomorrow for you to catch up on stuff! I'll help! We can load some extra stuff onto the roof and have a crafting party in the back of the van! And hey, I bet Hobie will help too," they wink and elbow you in the side.

You force an awkward laugh, "I don't need help, Kam, I need time."

They nod, "Okay. If you really can't come, I guess I'll survive. But y'know... it's only a few hours. Maybe it'll inspire you?"

They're sticking out their bottom lip in a pathetic pout, eyes widened for extra impact. You look down at yourself. You're still grimy from the show last night and the puddles you walked through afterward. Your sweatshirt doesn't hide the clear pajama-ness of your clothes.

"I don't want to walk all the way back to change." That's it, your final plea for mercy.

Kam looks you over, "I think you look fine in this. Let's just go!"

This is what you get for having a good, but merciless, friend. "Fine." You press the down button for the elevator. Kam grasps your hand, swinging your arms back and forth while you wait and listen to the purring sound of the elevator running.

"Hey! Wait up!"

You're able to hold back the instinct to turn toward Hobie's voice. Kam waves him over before stepping into the elevator after you. You press the 'close doors' button so many times you're sure it'll break.

"Hobie's on his way, dude. Don't close it yet." Kam squeezes the hand they've been holding.

"Too late!" your shoulders drop with relief when the doors slide shut.

Kam lets go of you, but doesn't look away. You stare straight ahead as if you can't feel their frown and furrowed brows.

"So... trouble in paradise?"

"There's no paradise, Kam!" you snip.

"Okay!" they whine, "But for real, what's going on?"

"I don't want to talk about it. I just don't want him in here."

"Do I need to beat his ass?" they sound more serious than you're used to hearing from them.

You take a moment to think, but eventually shake your head.

"Okay." there's a brief silence, "do you wanna swap rooms tonight? Or make Karl swap with you? He owes me one."

You don't want this to be a thing. Can't you just stop thinking about it and pretend everything is fine? You take a breath, paying attention to the way your lungs fill with air. 'Nah, I'm good,' you can't get it out of your mouth. Fuck. One more try ought to do it.

"Maybe. Yeah." you mumble.

Or not.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open to reveal the lobby. Your hand is back in Kam's, they lead you out of the elevator. They're smiling again, but it's not impish like it should be. They feel bad for you. See what you did? You made them worry about you on everyone's day off.

"We can talk more about it later. I'm driving, and it's your turn for shotgun if you want it. You can run the aux, too?" they offer.

You return their smile, "Yeah. Okay. Thanks."

"Woohoo!"

They're off skipping again, you stumble and have to run to keep up with them dragging you along.

~*~

"All I'm saying," Mattea faces the group, walking backwards down the sidewalk "Is that if you knew that he was going to play something with that many harmonica solos, you shouldn't have given him aux privilege, Kamala!"

You scoff, "I'm sorry you can't appreciate art unless it's aesthetically pleasing to you, Mattea."

The ride here was better than you expected. Hobie sat in the back row with Karl playing Yu-Gi-Oh, which was easy to tune out. Mattea and RiRi took the middle row. Mattea complained about the music the whole way, desperate for someone to tease with Karl busy. RiRi was successful in pretending to be asleep.

"That's not art, that had a banjo in it." she jabs back.

"Door behind you, 'Tea." Karl warns.

"God damnit, Karl!" you and Kamala scold in unison.

Mattea turns around to check, as if she didn't believe him, then turns back and sticks her tongue out.

"Have to try harder to get me, guys!" she pushes the glass door open with her foot.

"Really, you two?" Riri walks past you to get inside, "tricking the blind girl into running into walls?"

"She'd know where things are if she wasn't too busy causing mayhem!" Kam enters next, pulling you with them.

Despite the plain industral appearance of the outer walls of the building, the inside of the gallery is an explosion of color. The two story building is lofted, lit by a combination of hanging lights and a full-ceiling skylight. The variety in the art around you is shocking. Everything from murals painted straight on the wall to ten foot tall sculptures and screens playing video. The lofted area seemed, from where you stood, to overlook a small stage.

"You guys should see about playing here," you nudge Kam's shoe and nod your head in the direction of the stage.

They follow your nod and gasp, "Riri!"

"Already on it!" Riri shouts from where she stands, talking to someone at the front counter.

"Woohoo!" Kam grabs your free hand, now holding both and looking straight at you. "Okay. I'm going to send you off into the wild. You can have some alone time, and I'll keep an eye on... him."

Their tone is pointed in a way that makes you laugh. You squeeze their hands and then step back so that only your fingertips touch.

"Thank you, Kam."

"Of course! Go get your groove back, babe!"

Then they're off to herd the other three deep into the gallery, and you're alone. Your hands feel cold for a moment, your heart empty. It would be sort of nice to spend the day with Kam. They're good at keeping you busy. You know that you'd have an easier time shoving down the drama with them by your side. It's hard to be grumpy with someone you love bouncing off the walls and dragging you from place to place. You can do this alone, though. It might even be good for you.

You set off toward a mural on a nearby wall. Each brick is painted with a vibrant background and a name. The letters crawling with blooming flowers. You creep forward until you're close enough to read the plaque. It's a memorial piece dedicated to inmates at a prison outside the city who died after being given water contaminated with factory runoff. The piece stretches far up the wall, reaching above the lofted space before fading out. You notice spots on the edges that have rubbed away. You reach out your hand and brush the faded paint. How many other people had made the same feeble attempt to pay respect here?

The next place you stop is in front of a TV screen. It's a timelapse of a group of people knitting. Somehow, all four knitters are working on separate panels of a piece that comes together in the middle. Every once in a while, they all set their needles down and rotate one panel over. You lean forward and squint to try and decipher what they're doing. The end of the video shows the finished product, a massive multi-colored blanket with unbelievable texture. It could be an installment on its own. The context for how it was made only adds to the craftsmanship.

Time bleeds together as you wander around the gallery. You drift from exhibit to exhibit, collecting ideas and feelings to catalogue away for later. A lot of people think of all art galleries like museums. Collections of the finest and most traditional art selected with care by stuffy old white dudes on a comittee. All of that was fine, but this type of place was more your speed. The type of gallery where you either want to get to know the artist, or want to know what they were on when they came up with this.

You're walking through an empty section of the space when a screen across the room catches your eye. It displays a top-down view of a desk littered with brushes, paint, and garbage. The artist sits at the desk across from the screen, painting live. There's a couch positioned to face them and the screen. You cross over and sit to watch.

You clock them in an instant and regret it the next. It's rude, you know, but it's also so exciting to see someone 'like you'. It's not that they don't pass. The things you notice are way more subtle than that. It's the way their shoulders sit and their jaw clenches. It's the facial hair that's obvious enough to see from a distance, but not filled out. It's the way their feet are planted shoulder width apart on the ground, but their knees lean toward each other like half of their body is on a different page. It's the careful curation of layers and accessories, all of which you'd steal given the chance to. Not to mention the focus and intensity that radiates from them as they work. It all comes together to create a familiar image. A sense of comradarie between strangers.

You're captivated as they paint their scene. They're working on a canvas backpack rather than any kind of traditional medium. They've built peaks of mountains and forests that they're slowly defining. At times they pick up a popsicle stick or a wad of tin foil and prod at a section. The image would become muddied, it brought you to the edge of your seat with worry that they'd ruined it, but soon enough it came together each time to be clear and elevated from where it had begun.

You don't notice them stop, or their tired huff as they look up. You're glued to the screen in anticipation of what will come next.

"You look like shit."

That's what catches your attention. Their voice is low and rough through their labored breath. You look at them in disbelief.

"Um. Yeah. Shit day." you mumble.

"Me too. What's with yours?"

They're wiping paint off their brush into an old t-shirt. You wait a moment to answer, still not convinced they're talking to you.

"Fighting with my... um..." you take a breath, "friend."

They raise an eyebrow. Your stomach twists. You're not sure if it's the hesitation in calling him a friend, or the decision to do so that bothers you.

"Friend?" they call you out without concern.

"Yeah, that's all."

"You don't sound too happy about that. What'd they do?"

You sigh and sink down into the couch. Weren't you supposed to be avoiding this?

"It's silly. I need to get over it. He just put me in a shitty situation that I wasn't comfortable in and he's refusing to admit he might've been wrong. He meant well, though, and everything was fine. I wasn't like, in danger. All it is is that I ended up having to talk in front of a bunch of people and that's not my thing at all. And like, he should know that so I don't get why he did it.

"And he's been weird lately. We used to be all casual and relaxed and the sex was really, really good because we just... click. Like we get each other. And even when it wasn't perfect it was easy not to care because it didn't really matter. And before we started hooking up we hung out as a band most of the time, but now we've been spending all this time alone together. So now, even though we aren't together, we like know things about each other and keep trying to take care of each other. And it's not a romantic thing, at all. It's like, a comrades thing, I guess. You look out for each other, y'know? Which sounds great, sure. Except it means that I actually give a shit when he's an asshole or does something stupid.

"Meanwhile he's decided it's his business what I do and where I go and how I take care of myself. Even though he's still out there letting fans try and climb him after shows. Which, he can do because we aren't together. The 'taking care of me' shit's already annoying but it's worse because he like, always ends up being right? And it makes me want to punch his motherfucking lights out, because how dare he be smart, and funny, and beautiful, and nice, and a kickass musician. Like, we all have to have some kind of balance, right? I guess he does have balance because he's a total prick, but that impacts everyone but him because he doesn't actually care about anything."

They stare at you, painted nails scraping a spot of glue off their desk. You recount everything you've said and remember that you're talking to a stranger. Fuck, you're insane. You're insane and weird and trauma dumping on hot transmascs in the art gallery.

"I am so sorry," you bring your hands up to cover your face, "I don't know why I told you all of that."

"...And here I was being pissy because my cat puked on the floor and it took me so long to clean up that my cereal got soggy."

You can't help but laugh. It's short, dry, and humorless. You hope they know you're laughing at yourself and how ridiculous this is.

"So, man to man," they continue, "you've gotta make a call about whether you want to keep talking to this guy or not. 'nd if you do, you might have to take the L and be the first to apologize. 'Cuz, I mean, I wasn't there... but. I'd say you might've let out some pent up aggression?"

You nod. "How'd you guess?" you ask, voice dripping with sarcasm.

They chuckle. "But hey! Look here."

You follow the instruction without question. You raise your head and meet their eyes. They're looking at you while reaching under the desk for something.

"If he doesn't apologize, tell him to fuck off. Whatever he did was definitely fucked up. He doesn't know what he's missing out on if he's not willing to make shit work with someone like you." They find whatever they were reaching for and straighten up.

"Thanks," you smile, "that's sweet of you to say."

It's their turn to nod. "Message me if it doesn't work out. Or if it does. Since, y'know, you're not together anyway."

They toss what they had fished for in your direction. A sticker of a handrawn flower slides across the floor to your feet. You lean down to pick it up. Beneath the art is an Instagram handle and a website address.

"I'm not from around here," it comes out like an apology.

"You're an artist, right?"

"Yeah. On tour with a band."

"Great," they smile at you, "so you travel."

You nod, "Yeah. I do."

They stand from their chair and dust their hands off on their pants, "Alright. Off you go, stranger. I'm going on break."

You stand too. "Sorry for keeping you. And uh... using you as a therapist."

They shrug, "Repay me by talking it out instead of catching an assault charge?"

"Deal." You give them a thumbs up, then wave as you wander off once again.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Question about midsummer murders lol. Do jones and winter have a lot of interaction? Is the show still going? Are they still in it ? 😂

Part of why I keep lamenting my insanity is that Winter and Jones have roughly eight minutes of interaction in one single episode and that's it. XD

The show is still going, far as I know. The release dates are weird which is why I make up my own timeline, episodes apparently get released literally years after they're filmed or something. Winter is as of the last one still Barnaby's sergeant.

Jones is still the sergeant who was around the longest (nine seasons) but hasn't come back since his guest starring episode Last Man Out (where he met and interacted with Winter). I keep begging the TV gods to bring him back but the TV gods are cold and uncaring and ignore my pleas.

I want to emphasize for anyone who's not seen the show...

Midsomer Murders is not a show you get into for an overarching plot or character development. They will even just... not follow up on stuff. In one episode it's set up that Jones is probably going to try and ask Kate Wilding (the pathologist) out at her birthday party that night, and then it's just... never brought up again? Subsequent episodes have them interacting as usual and never allude to any romantic feelings or attempts. Later on Kate is briefly his roommate when she moves to take a professorial post in Brighton but Sarah Barnaby in Last Man Out offers to Kam (another pathologist) to introduce her to Jones in a romantic fashion after Kam repeatedly brings up how good looking Jones is, something Sarah would never do if she thought there was anything romantic between Jones and Kate. Which, I personally have had fun making Kate aromantic based on some other comments Kate's made, and I love the idea that you can try being romantic with someone and quickly realize "oh we're better as friends," I wish we saw more of that in media, but it is, uh, WEIRD? That it's just NEVER BROUGHT UP after an ENTIRE EPISODE of Jones preparing to make a move???

They will also kinda retcon stuff for fun. There's an episode I don't like because it retcons previous behavior Jones has shown and basically has him making a massive error and being incredibly stubborn about it, in a way that doesn't match his usual characterization. I've excused it by saying he let his rebellion against the new Barnaby keep him from admitting the man might be right about a suspect but it's still very annoying. Winter was initially shown as incredibly cocky (to the point where it reads as overcompensation) and then the writers seemed to realize this was not endearing him to anyone and pivoted to make him a secret, massive geek (which then definitely makes his previous cockiness come across as overcompensation) and hopeless at reading people (especially whether or not someone is flirting with him).

To a certain extent, the behavior, competence, and intelligence level of the sergeants will shift based on how bad or good it will make the main Barnaby look and how comedic the writers wanted the episode to be.

So when I say I am very much making a mountain out of a molehill with these characters and spinning entire backstories out of crumbs I really mean it. XD

LUCKILY, however, because of its allergies to overarching plots and stuff following from episode to episode, the show ALSO makes it incredibly easy to headcanon that Jones has moved back to Midsomer at some point after Last Man Out. You can even easily headcanon that he and Winter get together at some point as long as it's post-deadly-fish episode (if you know you know). So even though he's not seen, there's nothing to stop you from assuming he's there just right off screen, either.

But yeah. Eight minutes of interaction. I've officially jumped the shark.

[nohara-rin-dot-mp3]

i am doubtful that you've found her Compelling enough to really have strong onions about but i'd love to hear your thoughts on Sakura for the ask game anyway!

hiii synnie!!! don't get me wrong here i find sakura incredibly compelling i just also find her incredibly intimidating. i don't really understand her but i do have probably misguided opinions about her!!!!

first impression: mildly indignant on her behalf for all of the atrocities she has to suffer through by nature of being a heroine in naruto

impression now: i love her very badly but i have a hard time wrapping my head around her. she's fascinating on like, so many levels, but the narrative has a very hard time exploring literally anything it brings up about her. it wants her to be normal but she is literally so weird. she should be allowed to kill people. she wants to be self-sufficient but unfortunately that will never happen because the narrative just fucking hates her. so badly. she has a second personality that just gets dropped after the first half of the series. she's just so. there's so much going on there.

favorite thing about that character: i do not actually mind that sakura is a medic. it does fit her. is it annoying in the grand scheme of "all women are medics?" yes. but sakura specifically hitting that balance between violence and healing is very interesting to me.

least favorite thing: the hororrrrs let her out!!!!! every time a "perv on sakura" gag comes up i have to punch a wall it's literally not her fault but good lord!!!! set her free!!!!!!!

favorite line/scene: i really like when she decides to poison everyone and then go kill sasuke on her own it's absolutely deranged behavior. i actually just love everything about that section she's so completely unhinged the entire time and it's like played as romance on her part?? which like yeah i guess. but hear me out that wasn't very normal behavior of her.

favorite interaction that character has with another: i love her dynamic with naruto they bite each other... i like that she's allowed to be feral and kick him around like he is a chew toy. especially when sasuke's gone and the two of them descend into almost perfectly parallel despair alkdsaglfd they're so funny to me... when kakashi like. says his name. and then both of them fall to the ground in tears. that was the good stuff.

character that I wish that character would interact with more: god i WISH sakura/kakashi parallels were like. intentional or elaborated on. they're the people who are left behind. like not only would it be so nice to see sakura get some actual training from that guy i'd also love to see them just INTERACT!!!! least existent inner team seven duo dynamic i would kill to see more canon interactions between them.

character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: kam flower that bloomed nowhere. it's the morals that seem kind of normal until you examine them and realize that they are deranged. and the desperate scramble to be the Normal Sane Girl.

headcanon about that character: her parents die during the orochimaru/suna invasion and she never tells anyone because she just can't find the right way to do it. that'd be awakaaaard plus the rest of them already don't have parents what are they gonna do??? throw her a party?? she also doesn't really see herself as an orphan or believe that she needs sympathy or aid because she's an adult when they die (12. but allowed to kill people!!!)

song that reminds of that character: that's why i gave up on music by yorushika

unpopular opinion about that character: that she's a person?? that she's just a human and not like, evil??? that she's an interesting character underneath the terrible writing? sakura opinions are WILD i went into her tag once and it scarred me for life people will just be saying shit about her... the narrative hates her so so badly for the sin of being a women and she can't even get it to lay off in fanon. tragic. and there's another flavor of depiction that "fixes" her that i ALSO hate because like,,, making her a girlboss/fujoshi/braincell haver is also not great. in terms of hashtag feminism. that is not a interesting character that is a cardboard cut out..... sighs.

favorite image:

really like early sakura she was always making excellent faces and showing her teeth.

[christelgothamite]

Private post

Family dinner

Invited individuals and rules they have to follow.

The Wayne family

1) All Wayne's adopted or not are invited. Remember no violence.

2) Dick : not allowed to cook, can't tease Hera and Bruce about their relationship.

3) Jason : guns aren't allowed, is not allowed to fight anyone even in a spar.

4) Tim : no coffee before dinner (can have after that), not allowed to tell Ra's to "" Suck it up old man"".

5) Damian : no katana's allowed, can't challenge kate in anything at all.

6) Bruce : no work or glaring.

7) Cass is an angel, so no rule against her.

The grelita family @grelitia-fam

1) No magic or violence against the Al Guls.

2) Hecate : has to stay close to her kids at all times.

3) Carol: cannot leave delenn's Or jasons side.

4) Daxter: also cannot tell Ra's to "" Suck it old man"" Guys please-

5) kam : cannot record the dinner for blackmail purposes.

6) ida: cannot argue with Persephone or fight her, must stay with Mary at all times.

7) no rules for the kids, they are just not allowed to use their powers and behave.

Delenn Parker @gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning

1) Has to relax and chillax

2) has to stay besides Carol and Jason

3) cannot use magic either (sorry mom)

Flatline

1) no flirting

Kate kane

1) no flirting with Talia or Selena. Just because Bruce is with Hera.

2) no fighting with Bruce

3) no flirting with Hera either.

Ra's Al gul and Talia Al gul.

1) no violence, fighting or an undertoned evil plan.

2) the assassins can't step foot on the wayne land.

3) no weapon or trying to hack technology near you.

4) Talia had to stay away from Selena Kyle

Selena Kyle

1) Selena has to stay away from Talia

2) "I can go after the red headed cousin then" Selena what does that mean??

Hera

1) has to stay close to either Diana or Bruce

2) no magic or powers

3) can't fight the exes please.

Hades & Persephone

1) has to also stay near Diana

2) no magic or powers.

The kent family

1) only Clark, lois and jon are invited, please dont bring conner or kara they are supposed to be on a mission damn it (Bruce typed this)

Diana prince

1) no powers

2) is incharge of the gods.

Duke Thomas

Barbara Gordon

Stephen Brown

Helena Bertinelli

1) no flirting with Dick, please it gets gross.

Invited individual, who can attend if they want to

(If they don't want to, christel will just send food to their place)

Azrael and Clayface

You know why you don't wanna come. But the invited is still there. If you are coming. No swords or your God.

Barnaby and Al @scarecrowspawn @gothamsrevolutionaryheretic

Considering there will be so many people, I don't think you two wanna come. But you still have the invite, if you don't. Christel will just send you the food.

Amelia @formerarkhampsychologist

the same reason as stated above.

Ps. Be careful, I heard a certain someone left Arkham.

Cassian @your-average-gothamite

Christel personally doesn't want you to come as """ Scarecrow's boyfriend"" And stuff, which will just lead to them being hostile against you.

Christel will send food though.

Ace & Nathen @gotham-bitch @freerangeowl

Same statement as the above. Free food on your way.

Hannah

The Row family.

Hope everyone follows the rules and attends.

- Alfred pennyworth and Christeline Judith-wayne.

[abyssaldyke]

Top 5 horror films for the "Top 5" ask game!

Briiii lmao between you and Kam you're capturing the whole of human film-watching experience.

Green Room (2015): This is my favorite horror movie. It is also the horror movie I recommend the least due to how fucking bad (positive) it feels to watch. I watched it for the first time at 21 with my final sort of punk boyfriend and his roommates and there's a scene where a Nazi is gutted with a box cutter that is shot so beautifully and they were all too busy screaming to let me rewind to watch the shot progression again which was when I began to become disillusioned with the whole Akron DIY scene. Anyway the violence in this feels really real and the characters are smart and do all the right things and they die anyway. It's amazing.

Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum (2018): Korean, so you know it's BONECHILLING. A group of ghost hunters goes to a haunted asylum and they get their shit fucked so supremely it's not even funny. There's a scene in a room where a character has to turn around to open a door that may be the scariest thing I've personally ever seen committed to film.

Shivers (1975): Is this David Cronenberg's best? No, that would be Dead Ringers, but Shivers is like, the quintessential Cronenberg to me. It's nasty, it's VERY horny, it's pulp 70s in the best way. Mad scientist creates a sexually transmitted organ that rips through a high-rise apartment complex and turns everybody into sex zombies. Incredible stuff.

Red Rooms (2023): This is my favorite move I've seen this year, easily. Edgy model becomes obsessed with ongoing serial killer trial and tries to track down a missing snuff film for one of his victims, except none of that holds a candle to the actual experience of watching this movie. It is so tightly shot, so well-written, so nightmarish and yet almost completely bloodless. Another one I'm hesitant to rec but I know you're on the level so I will.

V/H/S/94 (2021): My blog title is from this. Is it 100% good? No, of course not, it's anthology horror. However, The Subject is one of my fave short horror pieces ever because I love it when girls kill AND some Nazis blow up as well so it is well worth the watch.

Thank you for asking love u!

[cookeybg]

The Colony Possessed - Chapter 5

Title: The Colony Possessed

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

Narrators: Hal Jordan, Barry Allen, OC - Kam, John Constantine, Harley Quinn, will add others as chapters progress

Honorable Mentions: Wally West, Talia Al Ghul, Damian Al Ghul, Black Mask (Sionis)

No romantic relationships

Stuff to Know: Cryptid Batfamily, maybe a bit spooky, Hopefully a bit amusing, Gotham LOVES Batman and she always will, it's concerning

[The Colony Possessed Table of Contents]

Chapter 5 - Batsy and I are a packaged deal

Harley Quinn sat prettily on the polished wooden desk. It was large and smooth to the touch, especially after she had dumped everything on it to the ground, except for the candy dish. It had those yummy caramel hard candies that had a bit of a buttery taste to them. She loved those candies! “You’re gonna fucking pay for what you did!” Black mask yelled. Harley popped a candy in her mouth enjoying the sweet and salty taste, she dumped the whole candy dish into her purse, maybe Mister J would like some later. She looked up to see mister J laugh with all the joy he held inside and then he pressed his forehead closer to the barrel of the gun that Black Mask held. "Go ahead, kill me. See if I stay dead." Harley flinched at the crack of the gun being fired and the subsequent splintering of wood next to her. With wide eyes she watched Mister J punch the living daylights out of black mask, kicking him when he was down, over and over again. Blood stained his white face from the wound on his forehead. Head wounds were like that, bled too much, tended to take over the show. Mister J's laughter increased into a chaotic cadence until it stopped suddenly. Harley watched him tilt his head and look at a corner of the room his eyes lighting with recognition. He stopped kicking Black Mask, straightened his lapels and bowed. "Hello! Enjoying my skit?" He smiled from ear to ear and was met with silence, but he did not waver. "It's been so long! I've been trying and trying and no matter what I do or who I…play with, you refused to show!" Still bent forward, he curled his fingers in the air, pulling as if he were a mime, to Harley's shock a shadowy tendril formed and Mister J yanked, straining with the effort. The tendrils lashed at their surroundings, dimming the overhead office light, causing papers to fly in all directions. Harley felt the temperature of the room drop, whatever Mister J was doing wasn't right.

“Mister J? What’s going on?” Harley squeaked hugging her mallet to her chest. "What's wrong? Is Batsy not in town, are you bored?" Mister J completely ignored her as his hands encircled a mass of shadows, his fingers digging in. "Come on out, let's play…You and I could have so much fun!" To Harley’s horror, narrowed green eyes appeared followed by a face, hair until a whole dang person was bent upward clutching at Mister J’s hands, it’s mouth a straight line. “We can play with some birds.” Mister J’s voice lowered into that deep tone that gave Harley butterflies in her tummy. The lady’s hair lashed widely against him, causing bleeding welts on his face but Mister J strengthened his hold. “It’ll be fun. I promise. One of them loves a good ol’crowbar.” A black hand shot out and dug into Mister J’s chest. He finally let go of the lady, landing on his knees, coughing up blood, clutching at her thin arm. Harley let out a cry, rushing towards the lady, mallet held high. She was pinned painfully against the wall with a black tendril, chocking her as it kept her aloft. Mister J laughed an awful chocking sound but his eyes softened as he gazed at the lady. “You can’t kill me.” The lady’s eyes sharpened as she pushed Mister J down, causing his spine to bend unnaturally back. “I can.” The lady’s soft voice felt like needles in Harley’s head. “He wouldn’t like it.” Wheezed Mister Jay. “He would miss me. Batsy and I are a packaged deal.” With a moue, the lady pulled her arm out, long sharp fingers left a bloody stain on Mister J’s green vest. He fell to his side, blood spilling from his mouth. She flicked his blood back at him and disappeared, the room becoming brighter. Harley fell to the ground when the tendril vanished. “Mister J!” Harley rushed to Mister J, but he was already standing dusting himself off and brushing his hair back off his face. “Who was that Mister J?” His blue and green eyes landed on Harley, he scanned her face but she wasn’t sure if he was seeing her. “The biggest joke of all time, Harls.” “A joke?” He twirled in place both arms extended upward, laughter echoing in the silent room. “Batsy’s lover! A friend!” He paused, face still pointed upward. “Competition.” He looked forward, arms going limp, his smile turned into a frown. Harley took a step back, she preferred him laughing. With a sneer he kicked Black Mask one last time and stalked out of the room, Harley close on his heels. “Do you want some candy Mister J?”

Joker is always fun to write :)

[kira-ani-mcgrath]

My husband has a job interview this afternoon. Prayers appreciated.

[invisiwhere]

Lovely! I'm Jessica!

Now. Let's start with something easy... do you know anything about a Kam or Nat, or a Logi?

Or about anyone with "Ma" in their name?

-💐

Right, okay.. Nice to meet you Jessica.

..Uuhh, no, I don’t. Not sure I’m the right person to be askin’ that stuff really, haha.. Memory’s a little foggy. So I mean..