#im sorry here I go

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[spidertroupeart]

the jokes write themselves

[catmask]

its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say 'lets go get cake tomorrow okay' and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know

[moonilit]

Bruce’s Goth furry Aesthetic VS Dick’s flamboyant Disco Noir aesthetic: Fight.

Idk I say we let Dick make it

[cryptidmickle]

so what if. and hear me out. i made my own au for shadowvanilla purposes-

au details below

HELLO SO I PRESENT AMNESIAC AU

so you see, i was minding my business, drawing and looking at cookies and how everyone has their own cool aus with awesome designs and i went "well im not very good at designing but i Love putting characters in Situations"

this au is mostly focused on shadowvanilla so dont be too hopeful I'll get into the other cookies besides their little circle, im ill for gay yaoi only okay

So! motions to comic above, amnesia smilk time! let me elaborate

Pure vanilla fucked up BIG TIME, in that he maybe ventured out to beast yeast alone to try and find out more about the beasts and a way to stop them, as people with a savior complex have a habit of doing. Maybe, perhaps, also at the same time, smilk was getting the workings of his new dough body done and sensing pv was nearby decided to take the opportunity to torment him a little, yknow he cant help himself! he needs to see him

a nasty little fight and confrontation in some old structures of smilk (or at the spire) result in pv using a strange spell he spotted in the surrounding papers and documents, and .... accidentally cracks smilk's soul jam! hehe, oops!

and also sealing his memories. double oops. damn, what are you gonna do now pv?

well he cant leave confused smilk alone here, and itd honestly be best the other beasts and dark enchantress dont drag him back there in this state, so he offers a hand.

"Come with me. We can help you, I'll make sure you're okay."

a memory-less smilk is confused by this but... he's already grabbing the other cookie's hand before he realizes it. It'll probably be fine, something about this cookie... makes something in him feel okay.

taps forehead, im still working everything out of course, and i WILL be cursing all of you with sketchy stuff about it when I'm able, i need more time to figure out smilk's behaviors without the soul jam and corruption

of course I'm always of the mind that pre-corruption smilk was kind of a rat and rude but how exactly is the real question!! how bad was it before the corruption exacerbated the negative qualities of knowledge and his personality

anyways,,, feel free to ask questions!! it could help me figure this all out, if yall are interested of course,,,,,,,my,,,, handful of crk followers SNRRKS

[ctrlzxoo]

ROUND 7: amongst a sea of green, is a glimpse of snow

Bonus: happy end(?)

[chiquilines]

Okay small confession to make. Im obsessed with rarijack

[mintaikkcorpse]

I fuck hard with Asexual Venom, but the idea of Venom, an alien whose species doesn't breed sexually and don't have concepts of sex, being sexually attracted to some boring sad and sweaty white guy he picked up on the streets is just so funny to me

[arcade-confetti]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

Reversed Robins

Damian: Tired, exasperated, responsible eldest who tries not to show his amusement at his brothers' antics. (*cough* the mom friend *cough*). Doesn't murder out of respect for Bruce. Has tea with Alfred weekly to bemoan the fact that they are the only ones in this damn family with self-preservation instincts.

Tim: The definition of teenage angst. Killed the Joker, which was never traced back to him. (Damian's rather proud of him for it, especially the planning and skill required to hide it, though he'd never admit that to Bruce). Works with the Bats a lot and is usually on pretty good terms with them, just avoids Batman. Is Oracle's favorite.

Jason and Dick: Adorable small little cinnamon rolls with a side of violent, murderous rage. They feed off of each others' chaotic energy. Have a competition every week to see who can get Damian and Tim to pick them up more (Tim counts for more points because as much as Damian would like to pretend otherwise, he always caves to the puppy eyes, but Tim doesn't usually). Are basically best friends.

[lotus-pear]

ace detective more like ace DEFECTIVE

[calliedion-dungeon]

I'm crying 🖤💜🤍 😭😭

Coming Out as Demi to Copia!

Papa IV x reader fluff

A/N: So!! I just came out as demisexual here on tumblr and what better way to celebrate than with a little fic where Reader comes out as demi to a slightly confused yet super supportive Copia!! ACE ARMY, THIS ONE’S FOR US!! I hope you enjoy! 🖤🩶🤍💜

•♥︎𖤐♥︎•

“Papa!” You called out, snagging Copia’s sleeve as you caught up with him in one of the many grand corridors of the ministry.

“Eh? Oh! Amore!” He cheerfully greeted you, eagerly halting his steps, wrapping his arms around your waist, and planting a sweet kiss onto your lips.

He looked so handsome in his black blousy shirt- the one with the ruffled sleeves- and you couldn’t help but pull him back into a deeper kiss, causing the man to release a pleasantly surprised little moan.

“Ehh, what’s up, baby?” Copia asked in that adorable Italian accent of his, a bashful grin spreading across his face. And suddenly you began blushing upon remembering why you wanted to speak to him in the first place.

“Um… Can we talk? Are you busy, Papa?” You asked, your hands resting on his shoulders and mindlessly fidgeting with the fabric of his shirt.

“Papa is never too busy for the love of his life.” Copia stated, making you smile. “Dimmi, Dolcezza, di’quello che hai in mente.”

Oh, Satan bless your precious Papa for being so easy to talk to! His lighthearted demeanour served to slightly calm your tense nerves and ease the knot in your stomach.

“Well… I have to tell you something. I- I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I want to tell you now.” You started, nervously fidgeting with the little gold skull that held his cravat in place.

Copia’s expression was suddenly painted with worry as he moved to pull you into an ornate little alcove in the hall for more privacy, his gloved hands never leaving your waist. “Is.. is everything alright, Dolce?” He asked, his mismatched eyes filled with concern.

“Oh! No, don’t worry, everything’s fine!” You shook your head, biting your lip. “I’m just-” You cast a timorous glance over to the marble statue of Baphomet in the alcove, silently praying for courage. You didn’t even know why you were so nervous, as Copia had always been such a supportive and understanding lover. But this suddenly felt like a big thing, and you didn’t want it to change the way he viewed you.

“Dolce, ehm, you’re making Papa a little nervous.” Copia grinned, but you could still see the anxiousness in his gaze.

“Papa, I’m-” For the love of Lucifer, your words kept getting caught in your throat!

Copia recognized how apprehensive you were, so he took your hands in his, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “Tutto è bene, si? You can tell me anything, Topolina. I promise whatever it is, I will not be upset.”

You took a deep breath, nodding in determination while your heart continued to beat rapidly in your chest. “I’m… I’m demi.” You finally spit it out. You could feel the blood pounding louder and louder in your ears as you waited for your lover’s response.

“Ehm… Demi.. Lovato…?” He asked, and you almost could have burst out laughing if you weren’t so goddamn nervous. Oh, your poor, sweet Papa. It was silly things like this that made your heart swell for him even more.

“No, not- not Demi Lovato-” You managed to huff out a little giggle.

“Eh, a demilune?” He asked again. You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely trying to guess or if he was attempting to break the tension with some comedy. Perhaps a mix of both, and you utterly adored him for it.

“A demilune? Do I look like a table to you?” You giggled, raising an eyebrow.

Copia stole a brief glance down to your chest and the curves of your hips before shaking his head and staring at you with wide eyes. “Certainly not…” He corrected himself, causing you to roll your eyes in amusement.

“So tell me, Dolce!” He pleaded, the suspense unbearable.

“Alright, alright… I’m… um.. demisexual..?” You winced, bracing yourself.

“Eh- W-what does that mean, Dolce? Do you… do you not want to be with me anymore? Are you not attracted to me in this way anymore?” Your Papa asked, trepidation in his eyes. “Are you… playing for the other team?” He whispered. “B-because if you are, I would support you but- Oh, il mio povero cuore! Dolce, I would miss you so much!” He lamented, his expression turning utterly sorrowful at the thought of not being able to be your lover anymore.

“No no no! Papa- Oh my Satan- Papa, of course I still want to be with you!” You frantically tried to explain before you broke the man’s heart. You stroked your fingertips down his cheek and along his jawline as he searched your eyes for clarification.

“In fact… this means that… you’re really extra special.” You told him.

“Davvero?” Copia perked up.

You nodded, a smile gracing your features. “It means that…” You paused to think of how to explain it to him, stealing another quick glance at the stoic caprine visage of the Baphomet statue. And then you felt an unexpected clarity come over you. You knew exactly what you wanted to say, and the words poured out of you.

“Well, it means that out of everyone, I only have feelings for you.” You started, inching impossibly closer to Copia and resting your hands on his chest. “No one else makes me feel the way you do, my love. The connection we have is unparalleled; I don’t have a connection like this with anyone else. Like… you don’t understand, this isn’t me just telling you that I love you a lot. I literally don’t feel anything for anyone else. I don’t feel anything at all.”

You took a breath before continuing, “But with you, Copia, life is in a different colour. You make me feel so many things, things I never thought I could feel. I crave you all day. I constantly need to kiss you, touch you, hold you. All I want is to be in your arms. With anyone else, everything is grey and dull. But with you… With you, there are fireworks going off in my head and it drives me mad in the best way possible.” You sighed, but kept going when Copia patiently waited for you to finish, allowing your words to fully sink in.

“I don’t desire touch unless it’s yours. I don’t want sex unless it’s with you. I don’t want romance or anything unless it’s with you. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that… you’re perfect for me. And the reason why I even experience sexual and romantic feelings at all is because of you. Because you’re you. You’re my silly, awkward, sweet, hot as fuck old man. And I fell completely, head over heels in love with you.” You finished. “Do you understand..?” You asked, cheeks flushing, a bit embarrassed at the fact that you rambled on so much.

But it was then that you noticed Copia’s beautifully odd eyes were sparkling with crystalline tears, threatening to roll down his painted cheeks as he gazed at you wondrously.

“Oh, Papa.” You whispered, already feeling tears pricking at the corners of your own eyes.

Copia gently cupped your face in his hands, stroking his thumbs against your reddened cheeks while you snaked your arms around his neck.

He pulled you in for a passionate kiss, tears finally spilling as his eyes fluttered closed. You kissed him back with needy fervour, pulling him closer closer closer and tangling your fingers in his soft grey hair. After pouring your heart out to him, you were desperate for this.

“Sei perfetta.” He only pulled away just enough to utter the words against your lips, the seriousness in his voice causing your heart to flutter. This man was so good to you; so accepting, understanding, encouraging. One thing was for certain, you could always count on Copia’s love and support for you.

In this vulnerable moment, you truly felt seen, validated, and loved. When he pulled away further to look at you, all you could see was adoration and pride swirling in his eyes, his chest flooding with emotion for you.

“Thank you, for trusting me and telling me. I know it is not sometimes easy, eh?” Copia murmured, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“You make it so easy to talk to you.” You smiled, sniffling and wiping away a tear from your Papa’s pretty face. You felt so relieved, like a weight had been lifted from you. Copia wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze, and you rested your head on his shoulder while he slowly rocked you back and forth.

“I love you.” Copia declared, sounding as though he wanted to climb to the top of the ministry’s high bell tower and shout it to the world. “I love you more than you could ever imagine, Tesoro, do you know that?”

It felt as though a spark of electricity coursed through your veins. Every time your Papa told you he loved you, you felt as though you were flying. It never failed to make you feel like you were on top of the world.

“I love you!” You shouted, squeezing a chuckle out of Copia as your arms constricted around him tighter. “Oh, I love you, Copia! I love you I love you I love you!” You sighed dreamily, beginning to pepper kisses all over his cheeks, lips, nose, chin, and forehead. You adoringly kissed every line and wrinkle on his face, all while Copia’s gloved hands caressed you, wanting to touch you everywhere at once.

“I am so proud of you, amore mio.” He whispered praise after praise to you, intoxicated and lightheaded from the sheer passion he felt for you.

“Thank you.” You smiled, basking in the warm sunshine of Copia’s love.

“Take the rest of the day off, Papa. Please? Let’s go lay in bed and watch movies and make love.” You nudged him, and of course your darling man could never say no to you.

“You seem to have read my mind, Dolce.” Copia grinned, and you sighed as he placed a slow, chaste kiss to your lips.

So you laced your fingers with his and walked down the corridor together, stealing dreamy glances at one another and relishing in the feeling of being completely and totally in love.

“So, you don’t see me any differently?” You asked with a smile.

“Of course not, Dolcezza. You telling me this has only made me adore you more.” Your Papa replied happily. “Eh, in fact… Everything you have described, Dolce… well, I feel the very same way for you. So, ehm, perhaps…” He trailed off, blushing under his paints.

“Perhaps…?” You questioned, clearly intrigued.

“Perhaps two demis make a whole..?” Copia grinned sheepishly, causing an excited smile to spread across your face. You pulled the man in for another passionate kiss as he unlocked the door to his rooms, the two of you stumbling and practically falling through the door.

You felt silly for even feeling nervous at all earlier, because through all this, you realized that you and Copia truly were made for each other. And you couldn’t be more thankful to have your other half.

𖤐 the end 𖤐

[comyetani]

the guys ever but its 2025

[omniscient3teabag]

billy batson au/scenario where billy gets caught up in an incident as billy himself and his only way to not literally BLEED OUT and DIE is to transform back as captain marvel (And chooses to stay as him. how will he survive if he detransforms back anyways? he can't risk it yet,)

So. times go by, captain marvel hasn't detransformed in maybe a month or two and it's sorta? starting to affect billys own body for some reason. But not enough for the kid to die,, And then , in one of the missions that most of the main justice league members have to join in, a magical rune/spell/whatever is casted onto them to show the day all of them will individually die (with diana and superman probably having the most amount of time out of everyone, and with batman surprisingly having 31:19:03 years, hours and minutes to his name left(yeah, even batman himself was rather surprised at that)) for the thrill of it.

but, it isn't fate, they could still survive if they change any little thing. if they get help or not. it's not set in stone!!

and so to show that one of the timers could go off at any moment. Like. some of the timers just cut to zero even if there were a few more years to its name and they'll immediately kick the bucket. or like their heads explode. and their lives r on a gamble to hope that their own timers won't get chosen to be the next to be resetted. so all of their timers start ticking, as they fight their way through the battle they're fighting in

even after they win, the timers don't go away , so they're up in the watchtower, the annoying tick of each minute getting louder and louder in their ears, and having a meeting until they realize

captains timer is only ones that isn't ticking? so they look over to cm's timer and see,

00:00:04. Four minutes left. what? why is he literally almost on deaths door? metaphorically. I mean

but thats not all, it's not even going down. minute after minute, it's like it's stuck in stasis which is .. weird???? and like captain is sorta sweating bullets because like oooooh crumbs. Oh gods

also. accompanying art hshsssfjgdf

(he thought if he stayed still no one would notice his odd ass death timer)

[mikeyrrevenge]

bandom gay allegations

extended edition of this diagram i made some months ago. as always, feel free to scream at me about all the ones i missed

[pseudophan]

anthony is dead: the funeral roast (paid content)