#super-normal capabilities

[pianokantzart]

Ravenous about the fact that Super Paper Mario actually ties off the loose ends of Mario and Luigi's character dynamic in Paper Mario 64. Mario goes from leaving his brother behind out of worry to leaving his brother behind... reluctant every step of the way... because he trusts him and cares enough about Luigi to show that he trusts him. It's like poetry, it rhymes, listen-

[sesamestreep]

sexy himbo jock interpretations of James Tiberius Kirk are silly and do a disservice to the character for a lot of reasons, not least of which is that it fundamentally ignores all the times in canon when Kirk is faced with a scientific discovery or oddity and you can see the effort it takes for him not to clap and skip with excitement. like in ‘the devil in the dark’ when Spock posits that they might be dealing with a silicon based life form and McCoy’s like “but that’s impossible!” and Kirk literally crosses the room to flirt talk excitedly with Spock about the prospect and how it could work! and what it would mean!

What I’m saying is, Kirk’s gotta be smart and a huge dork because how else could he pull a bad autistic bitch like Spock?

[mytardisisparked]

"Yes, I'll tell you." "Do you promise?" "Yes."

The Silence of the Lambs, by Thomas Harris | Click for better quality | Do not repost

[basrars]

hey so why woudl they say this . hey man so why would th

[skitskatdacat63]

Catie tell me about your fave art you’ve made this year in fandom and out of fandom!

Athyyyyyyy 🥹🥹🥹🥹 tysmmmmmmmmm 🥹🥹🥹

It was so late in the year, so there's regenency bias in a way, but I'm really proud of the stocking drawings and fic. I spend too much time commiserating over what I apparently *can't* draw and then my brain randomly is like, whoops you can actually!!! To be able to actually draw something with so much narrative AND write a fic along with it??? I appreciate this work a lot bcs its encouraged me so much, it proved I can in fact do something I though I wasn't really capable of. I've said before that I'd only really write a fic if I could add illustrations, so the fact I've actually accomplished that is so !! There's so many things in those pieces that I'm always hesitant to draw (furniture, dramatic lighting, narrative, posing, A FIC, etc), but now I've done it and I'm extremely hungry to draw/write more :D It's like it opened pandora's box in a way sdkjsl, with the way I've been planning lately(at least four fics LOL) I'm even gonna go so far as to put it in a place of honor here:

That being said, I'm still also really really proud of some other works from this year, such as:

Fernando Spanish GP poster(I look back at this one constantly, I'm very proud of it!! Especially the colors)

Boy King AU Anniversary art(gah, soooo much work and thought put into this, and I can't believe it's been more than a year since I made the AU and I'm still going!! This was the result of a bunch of lore I wrote every day, so I'm extremely grateful to that and this drawing, because it's made me actually feel prepared to draw/write...in my second year LOL)

Vettonso Matador Stabbing(gah the colors!! A lot of these I'm listing are very influential to me, and this one is too. One of those ones I'm surprised I could actually put on "paper" directly from my head. I missed drawing more brutal things too.)

Vettonso Catboys(HEHEHE!! This one sticks with me, it's just sooooo cute!!!! I'd like to draw more of them as cats hehe)

and as always, The Picrew(how did I do that this year??? The kind of project too that lets me know things that seem out of grasp are in fact doable!)

As for not fandom work, I'm really happy with all of these portraits. Maybe one day i'll get back to drawing narrative stuff for my ocs again, but idk, I'm always happy just drawing and refining them, as well as getting to share them!!! The hope is to one day draw good, refined portraits of all of them :D

[d0llyguts]

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[blapis-blazuli]

"High School AU!" "Coffee Shop AU!"

This AU requires you to have some vague knowledge of a book from the 1960s, or more likely the film adaptation it got in the late '60s, and also these specific characters from what's considered to be one of Disney's worst animated theatrical films

[mielgf]

besties what does it mean when a straight man bakes bread and steam mops his entire house and goes out and buys sweet treats before you come over

[vorakh]

anyway back to playing assassin's creed 🫡

[talentforlying]

@asteritm: ❛  deal with that . . . or i will.  ❜ — WYNONNA EARP STARTERS

' i've got it. oi, look at me. '

it's not how they talk to each other, ( at least not casually, ) fucking orders and ultimatums, but he knows better than to take it personal: she's crackling at the edges, the heat of her biceps against his palms just shy of unpleasant as he keeps her — not still, but dormant, at least for the moment. yeah, words fucking hurt, and the smug, wannabe-big-shot haruspexes still chortling away behind him had meta-scried their way into landing a couple unintentionally heavy hits — with some nasty terminology, besides — but it's not worth killing people over. not worth lilly losing herself. not worth risking unwanted attention.

' look at me, lilly. ' he waits until her eyes slide back to his, spirals of energy that always make him want to catch his breath or kiss her, then squeezes her arms, fixing up a crooked smile that's equal parts reassuring and cocky. it says, as she's seen it say a hundred times, you should trust me, because i'm pretty. ' i've got it. '

when he's sure she's backing down, when he's positive she won't come back swinging, he turns on his heel, and he settles. not like a house, creaky and tired and finding rest in the give of floor and foundation; not like easing back into an armchair. this settling is that of patience, of lying in wait — the cold, dead eyes of an alligator lingering above the still surface of murky water. a plastic mask laid over the empty sockets of a real skull. a hellblazer.

not that they notice it, the fucking idiots. they see six foot of gangly with hair slipping its gel casing and a punchable face, in an old blue suit that was nice, once, and is now thinning at the seams. hands in his coat pockets like he's on a sunday stroll and a friendly smile; the kind of aging fop you expect having a word with to be either timid requests for peace or toothless blustering.

because that's what he wants them to see.

and when he steps out at an angle to the streetlight they're all loitering under and his eyes shine solid white like glinting coins, they see that too. when he wants them to see his shadow warp and stretch and claw itself across the pavement to swallow theirs, they see that too. when the wind picks up and whips the hats off their heads, flings litter down the street, rattles car windows and makes fire escapes groan and creak, howls like the damned are ascending from the sewer grates, but everything about him is as still and unmoving as a painting? yeah. they see that, too.

because that's what he wants them to see.

' 'ello boys. ' there's nothing crooked about this smile, there's something downright fucking broken, and he can see the millisecond that they recoil and feel the shards underfoot. nowhere to run. nowhere to hide. smoke billowing out from beneath the swish of his coat like a furnace, oily and writhing and alive. there are faces in that smoke, too, familiar to them in stomach-dropping ways that slip the greasy fingers of dread up around their hearts and squeeze: loved ones, dead ones, people they've harmed. people they regret. accusing, knowing faces. they swarm around his, leave him glowing like a flashlight held under the chin on a dark and stormy night: like the reaper at the end of days. ' let's have us a chinwag about how to treat a lady, shall we? '

the nearest member of the pack has a head and a half on him, minimum, and pinprick yellow eyes you only get from deals with things you don't ever give your name to. doesn't matter. when he sees himself in john's eyes, he's a speck, less than a molecule in the wankstain of the universe, and he's falling. there won't even be a stain when he lands. he knows that in the depths of his soul, and so does john. only difference is, john finds it funny.

' have a seat. it's story time. '

they sit. of course they do. they have to.

a couple incisive insults aren't worth killing people over, that's true. but he's a man of simple pleasures — he's always been content to make them piss themselves, instead. and the nightmares? well.

that just helps them remember the lesson.

[grison-in-space]

No you guys you have to read to the part where they reveal one of the most common reasons the companies are bringing them back:

Toothacre also notes some irony in one of the common reasons companies are bringing back DEI policies. “Thirty-three percent said it was harder to hire diverse talent. What did they think was going to happen when they eliminated all of their DEI initiatives? And so they inadvertently created an environment that said, ‘Hey, we don’t care if you are comfortable here or not,’” she said.

Note that about 75% of all the responding companies say that their policy on DEI initiatives is ultimately driven by the bottom line. Do not ever expect a company to behave like a human person; at their cores, corporations are creatures of pure profit. Exceptions to the norm are typically privately owned rather than publicly traded and even then you're basically at the mercy of the collective judgment of a super rich guy or, worse, family with varying levels of generational insulation from any perspective held by someone who has to work for a living.

Anyway. Back to the article. A solid third of companies that rolled back their DEI initiatives are already bringing them back (33%). 21% of that total are doing it "quietly" by sneaking back the submission forms, changing the language, and hoping no one notices they caved, and 12% are openly admitting they made a mistake (like companies normally do when they alter policy). Of the rest? Only 40% of all companies that destroyed DEI initiatives aren't currently discussing or considering any new DEI investment. The remaining 27% of companies that cut back DEI are in various stages of internal discussion about restoring DEI initiatives.

Y'all, people are pushing back. One third of these DEI coward companies reported collective pushback from employees strong enough that they had to take notice. Two thirds of the total companies experienced noticeable consequences of rolling back DEI investment—and for the most part, these consequences weren't coming from boycotts. (These were least likely to be cited as consequences at 9% of companies reporting, but certainly capable of nailing a company in the profits — ask Target.) but from people doing the hard, uncomfortable, risky feeling work of speaking up at their workplaces, turning down job offers or quitting and saying why, changing jobs or organizing unions or agitating for these roles to come back. Workers, who collectively have much more power within a company than customers, are leading the charge here. Thank you, worker-organizers!

[au-drayton-shenanigans]

Cloak guy are your feathers soft?

"Very. That might be part of the reason why Crispin from Bat's universe likes hugging me so much. Except Bat's fur is softer than my feathers. Heheh." -🦉

[tobeholyistobeempty]

almost immediately into dating, simon riley would buy you a gun.

probably a 9mm. matte black, no frills, utilitarian. nothing bigger than needed. comfortable enough to hug your palm, heavy enough to remind you of the implications of what you carry.

and really, it wouldn’t come as a surprise to you.

you knew he was a soldier, knew he kept closets full of gear and could disappear without a sound — appear the same way too. you knew how he moved, how his eyes never slowed until they met yours. knew there was something unsaid about his skill level, redacted parts he left out on purpose. but even above that — you knew the truth of him. under the mask, under the muscle, under the scars of his past. the boy who grew up with vigilance as his only defence. you know enough to know you don’t survive what simon has survived and come out normal.

you come out disciplined. dangerous. prepared.

simon doesn’t believe in luck. won’t leave his trust in the cavalry showin up in time when that’s already failed him many times before. simon doesn’t deal in safe.

he deals in preparation. for the worst. for even the most unlikely.

love comes in many forms. and maybe for simon it’s not candle lit dinners or couch cuddling movie nights (though of course you bribe him into those anyways. he’s never quite been able to say no to you) it’s making sure he does everything in his power to make you capable.

and he does it with all the patience he’s got to offer. there’s no expectation no pressure no timeline — god knows simon isn’t expecting you to become a super assassin overnight. he takes you out to some half-forgotten range an hour outta the city, tucked in nice between the pine and fog. sets up the targets and has you aim at them empty, watching the way you hold tension in your tendons. teaches you how to force it out through breath. how to work the weapon like an extension of yourself.

the rundown is quick and simple. caliber, kickback, magazine release. then he steps back and tells you to shoot.

you exhale the breath like he taught you and pull. when you miss, he nods once and says again. you go through three full mags and miss each one. it isn’t long before your palms burn as bad as your cheeks do with the humiliation of it — but it’s all forgotten when you land just a tap off the bullseye and simon walks over with his hands up.

“that’s how it starts, sweet’eart.” he murmurs, smirking against your mouth.

simon riley is a man of many talents, but his greatest achievement yet is loving you. and maybe it’s not always voiced by ‘i love you so much baby.’ — but instead it’s running you through drills around the crooked ikea furniture in your living room until the sun has set and the moon is out. or blindfolding you and telling you to unload and reload the mag. or leaving sticky notes with unlikely scenarios scattered around the house and quizzing you on your answers while youre cockdrunk against the counter.

you’ve learned his language by now. hes protective and realistic and a little bit cynical. but god does he make you feel alive for it.

you know by him teaching you how to use this gun it’s his way of saying i will do everything in my power to keep you alive because im in love with you and i wouldn’t survive a fuckin day if i lost you.

[lilislegacy]

something i feel like we don’t talk about nearly enough is the fact that percy is healed by water.

it’s so normal to us because it’s one of the first abilities we discovered he has. and it makes complete sense. but like… he’s the only demigod with that ability. jason doesn’t get healed by a gust of wind. hazel doesn’t get healed if she touches a diamond. nico doesn’t get healed if a skeleton gives him a hug. annabeth doesn’t get healed if she walks into a library.

like percy could be stabbed in the chest multiple times, he could break every bone in his body, he could be slammed in the head resulting in a crushed skull and hemorrhaging, but get him to some water fast enough and not only is he good as new in no time, but he’s stronger and freshly rejuvenated.

it’s insane when you think about it. no one else can do that. do you know how hard it is to kill percy? even if he’s not near the ocean, he can be healed by rivers and lakes and streams and ponds and all sorts of water sources. water recharges him. it makes him immediately stronger.

that’s a huge reason why i argue percy is the most powerful demigod. yes, he’s shown he has incredible super strength and super speed. yes, he’s a legendary sword fighter - arguably the best one alive. yes, he has control over air, land, and sea. (deadly hurricanes with heavy winds and thunder and lightning, huge volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, etc.) yes, he’s capable of mass destruction. yes he can single handedly cause natural disasters and mass casualties. and yes, he’s capable of controlling people’s bodily fluids, including their blood and saliva. he is terrifying

but even if someone manages to beat him, he dips one toe in some water and he’s immediately healed and even stronger than before. whether the injury is internal or external. he’s healed all on his own. no ambrosia or nectar or external remedies necessary.

guys. percy is insane. he’s way overpowered.

and i love it.

[torchiiko]

i Had!! a super awesome day btw !! :3

i had fun shopping & i got a door hanger so i can finally hang stuff up

in flight rising i got a ton of cool drops from battling!! i got a bunch of genes & even!! an unhatched egg!! which are very cool & rare!!!

& i made mutual server & im excited abt it i hope ppl like it as much as i do xp

[suiana]

stoic ahhh yandere who looks like he has the emotional capabilities of a rock but is secretly super sweet.

"what's this?"

"you mentioned liking the cafe's croissant and brownies... i bought some for you because you were feeling down."

"aww wait that's actually so sweet! thank you babe! i love you!"

"Ok."

bros also the type of guy to say the most devious things with a straight face like??? huh??? what do you mean???

"if someone hurts you, i will handle it."

"bro??? what do you mean??? are you going to kill them???"

"i will handle it."

"HELLO???"

it's lowkey kinda cute but if he's going to be popping up behind you every time too... you think you'll die before he can actually do any of those things. did i mention he's quiet? yeah, he's super damn quiet. he'll randomly pop up behind you, stare at your back as you do something before speaking in the most deadpan voice.

"hm... this book is interesting... yes, i like this book a lot-"

"more interesting than me?"

"BRO"

it's like he doesn't know how to process and show emotions like a normal human... he's so... interesting. is he an alien?

"babe are you an alien?"

"no."

"do you love me?"

"yes."

"did you kill the guy who flirted with me two days ago?"

"ye- no. why did you ask? i definitely did not kill him. i am a normal person."

your boyfriend may be a little weird but he's your boyfriend and you love him. even if he's lowkey a little bit...

"babe? what are you doing in the corner of the room in middle of the night?"

"I couldn't sleep so i decided to stand in the corner and reflect on myself."

"...what?"

"you deserve better than me but i simply cannot allow you to be with someone else. it's a selfish thing and i am feeling... guilty that you are stuck with a person that cannot give you the attention you deserve. am i a bad person? I don't know. but being with you brings me such immense joy and i can only hope that you will love me enough so that this guilt will not weigh so heavy in my heart."