#and I can’t quite explain why

[fruityfroggy]

I have no clue how it took me this long to realize that Medicine Pocket’s banner is called “Level Seven Biter”

And you know what? I’ve never really thought about it until now, but yeah,

They would bite people

That is all.

[elodieunderglass]

And one amang, an Iyrysch man,

Uppone his hoby swyftly ran…

WAIT HANG ON - slamming the brakes on drawing this stupid picture - do you nerds even KNOW the etymology of the word “hobby”? The thing you do for pleasure? The thing you have too many of? The thing you spend too much money on and share with your friends? The thing tumblr probably is to you? Those hobbies?

It comes from a now-kind-of-extinct breed of Irish pony-horse. It was called the Irish Hobby. Supposedly the hobby got its name from the Gaelic word obann, or swift. They definitely were. They’d obann your pants clean off.

Fast tough little bastards, built for rough terrain and renowned for their speed and stamina, hobby horses belonged to the Celts, and their highly annoying style of mounted warfare. but their conquerors liked hobby horses a lot, kept them, used them for themselves, and found them useful enough, despite the fact that they also had famously useful things like mounted knights or horse archers. A lightweight Irish warrior, mounted on a hobby horse, was called a hobelar.

Reportedly and in depictions, hobelars rode without stirrups. Or saddles. Or bridles. Or - well - this is all sounding very improbable, because the hobelars COULDNT have just been charging around basically bare-assed on naked ponies, screaming, and somehow in the process undoing the composure of actual mounted armoured knights. Knights who, I remind you, had stirrups. Stirrups are useful! It’s quite likely the hobelars had some gear. And clothes. and weapons. And the ponies probably had some tack - I am picturing a bellyband that you could at least hang a saddlebag on, and a neck rope for catching the bloody thing, even if not a saddle. But the overall impression, somehow created by people on darling little ponies, was apparently quite striking and fearful.

I mean. God Forbid People Have Hobbies.

Anyway after a while, whatever people became the British had eventually conquered all of the rough terrain that hobbies were best at, and horse archers just got sexier, and mounted knights became aristos, and all the bog and forest people had been subdued, so it was time to sunset the hobelars. but WAIT! Hobby horses are still tremendously fun and appealing! They’re so fast! and you can ride them without a saddle! Sure, they’re not up to the weight of a mounted knight, or indeed a lot of guys… but surely we can still find a use for a hobby or two? In the back garden? Somewhere?

At which point an English king decided to keep hobby horses just for fun. No military application. No further development of the technology. Not for fun. Just as expensive, pleasurable, pets. Just for the joy of the thing.

And that is how hobby (activity done purely for pleasure) comes from hobby horse (small horse) possibly from obann (swift.) they’re very interesting and you should look all this up for yourself! because it sure sounds like Elodie doing a bit, doesn’t it?

Today, Irish Hobbies are functionally nonexistent. References for drawing include the Kerry Bog Pony, the Connemara, and (I personally think) Dartmoors and Exmoors. They’re said to have lent their speed to the Irish Hunter/Sport Horse and from there to the Thoroughbred, but every damn horse in the world claims relation to the Thoroughbred, and they can’t be THAT thoroughly bred.

At any rate - you can never have enough hobbies. Just be glad that yours aren’t expensive beasts with minds of their own, eating their heads off in the pasture! …Unless they are. In which case, you’re part of a proud tradition.

[happy-snake-noises]

Dick Grayson dies alone.

A drug bust, a rogue show off, a gang war. It didn’t matter in the end—it should have been simple but a well timed explosion or gunshot or gas fucked everything up.

And Dick Grayson is left to die alone.

Well not truly alone.

He can hear the rest of his family in his ear piece; Oracle’s yelling instructions over the comm lines as everybody scrambles to wrap up their fights and find him before it’s too late.

Dick is bleeding out, he knows it and they know it too, but despite their worries they have hope. Because it’ll work out. It always works out.

Just hang on a little longer.

It’ll be fine, you hear?

Just keep talking. Don’t go to sleep, we’re almost there.

Dick entertains them, cracks poor jokes between bloody coughs and shallow breaths.

The realisation eventually sets in after a moment, when Oracle curses the trackers and the team looks out at the vast expanse of damage they have to cover.

Dick falls quiet too, listening to them come to the same conclusion he did.

Jason is the first to start speaking again as they begin their search through the city for their brother.

You did good, Dick. Don’t worry. We’ll find you.

Not a promise of how or if or when.

He will be found.

Softer words followed after Jason’s first, still reassurances but no longer the same promises of safety they were frantically making before.

Dick dies alone, listening to his friends and family speak to him softly over the comms.

They do find him, hours later, after his body’s gone cold and his blood as drained from his skin. They promise that they’ll keep him dead, let him rest in the grounds behind Wayne Manor, where he gets to find and rejoin his parents once again.

[mxtxfanatic]

The more I get into this translation and am able to read other works, the more I fear that the “plain language” of cnovels are actually a manmade problem and a self-fulfilling prophecy. Some translators, for whatever reason, flattened out the metaphors and imagery in the works they translated, those translations became popular and widely spread, people began to acclimate to this way of writing as “just the way cnovels are,” other translators internalizing this idea pick up other cnovels to work on, rinse and repeat. Cause there’s no way tgcf is this colorful and yet only a trickle of that shines through into English.

[ellynneversweet]

When you think about it there’s a remarkable number of fairytales featuring a heroine rendered mute through a curse or vow of silence.

Depending on how you play this in a retelling and how sympathetic you make the fairytale husband, you can make a pointed commentary either on the way in which young women have been selectively denied a voice/the power of choice or on the incredible power of the silent treatment in driving a man absolutely mental with frustration.

[ratingboomercomics]

So I wanted to post a gay comic for pride month but when I looked up “gay boomer comic”(and I cannot emphasize enough)the only results were either homophobic or furries(idk what this was about but there was so much furries). Luckily Gary Larson came through. My friend in trying times

I gotta give this one 9/10 I think, I love Gary Larson obviously, it’s a solid pun, and I love the cow lesbian bar, that’s iconic(I always get a kick out of the cows)but it’s not the best Far Side out there. The best one is Cow Tools obviously

[doyouknowhowtowaltz]

there’s something that feels genuinely inccomunicable based on how many times I’ve tried and failed to nail it down to the paper, but there’s something about the fact that we see three “divinities”, each of whom is diametrically opposed to the three young girls of the unknown, that I’ve never quite been able to articulate.

[radiaking]

What a lovely morning to think about janey not being able to recognize coop when she first sees him again 🙃

[artist-heart83]

Me at the exact moment when I saw SMG3 with a suit:

Alone with my thoughts again ahahha

​I’m trying to remember the exact moment when I said: “oh.. I love smg3” and I think about when I saw the wotfi 23 trailer and here we are JSJSJSJJSJS

[chasani]

tempted to rewrite miraculous because do i love marionette and adrien and the rest of the cast yes do i hate the plot holes and weird plot justification also yes

[figureitoutinthemorning]

He has decided to join me for Floor Time.

[fastsalad]

posting this because i feel like i’m the only one who isn’t a fan of it

[macabre-crab]

inside of me are two wolves: one is a gay man, the other is a nonbinary lesbian.

i have a very complicated relationship with both my gender and sexuality.

[dykesbat]

i really do wish people treated queer labels less as a category w a strict diagnostic criteria and more as a personal tool for understanding yourself and communicating it yk. they’re not necessary if you don’t want them AND you’re allowed to take a lot of pride and joy with identifying w one!!!

[skhardwarevers1]

guys my life is kinda like a romcom in a way. Maybe.

[doyouknowhowtowaltz]

Do you have any lore or info dumping about the wardens of the sun and moon that you want to share but haven’t had the opportunity yet. (lady midnight and lady highnoon, I think that was their names) (:

I absolutely adore them and how you describe them whenever they mentioned x

Her High Ladyship Noon set foot on the ground twice after she was sealed in the sky. Enoch caught her in the cradle of his ribbons once, strung them up through the trees and snared her as she passed them through. It burned the trees black, and scorched the ground to ash and burned the eyes right out of anyone nearby. Not that anyone was. They spoke for a time. A surprising short time, for the effort Enoch had put in to catch her, for how long it had been since she’d stood on solid ground. And then he’d let her go. Enoch never spoke of the conversation with anyone else, and at this point, her silence wasn’t unexpected.

The second time, she fell out of the sky and into a teacup.