#thirst > morals

[gauntletgirlie]

I’ve seen a few posts going around about the villainous status of Adar vs Sauron. I have nothing further to add to what my wonderful, fellow Adarlings have already iterated other than…

Adar could be a one-dimensional psychopathic murderer and I’d still want to fuck him 🤷🏻‍♀️ whether you believe he is the same as Sauron or not*, the guy is a hot goth daddy and I am an unhinged mess because of it.

Likewise, I don’t need Sauron to be redeemed or “woobified” (is that the correct term?) to think he’s a badass character who I enjoy very much and may have fancied until I came across his boss and my allegiances permanently shifted.

There is no nuance when it comes to thirst.

*I do not believe they are the same in their level of villainy just fyi; I am acknowledging that some folks do.

[dcxdpdabbles]

John Constantine doesn't usually like to get involve with beings from the Infinite Realms. They are too chaotic to predict most of the time, makes it harder to trick them. But there is one contact Constantine has and that is Ember. Constantine knew Ember as a human, when he was in his punk rock band Mucous Membrane. They had some good memories together before both their lives went to shit. The only thing Ember asks in return for her help is that Constantine has to play a set with her. No one in the JL or JLD know about this until Constantine has to pull out his Ember card.

"I know someone who can help." John's voice rises over the chatter of multiple conversations, effectively silencing everyone. As one, the group of volunteer defenders- not heroes, John refuses to label this lot as heroic when most of them agree with the crazy shit the governments around the world get away with- turn to stare at him.

He smiles lazily, uncaring of the hundred pairs of eyes that run over his body. A few of the costume-wearing vigilantes grimace when they catch sight of who's spoken, but John recognizes that some of the lingering looks are appreciative, so he peens just a little.

He's a handsome one, he knows, but it's nice to be reminded.

"You know someone who can help?" Zatanna repeat though her words are edged with doubt. It would have been hurtful, but they were in the middle of an "off" of their on-and-off relationship, so it's no surprise. "Someone who could help stop a black hole from sucking in the earth?"

"It's not really a black hole, is it?" He counters, waving his hand at the screen, which is still flashing red and displays the word 'Emergency' across it. The three speesters —Barry, Wally, and Bart —were running around it, attempting to slow down the formation with their own vacuum, but they wouldn't be able to keep it up forever. "More of a portal made of dark matter that some loony scientist ripped open because his wife left him, isn't it?"

"No." Hal breathes heavily, looking utterly horrified from behind his mask. "That's not how dark matter works-"

"Yeah, so we need someone dead enough they can go in and stabilize it, but alive enough that they can use Batman's machine, yeah?" John cuts off the pilot. He's not in the mood to listen to a sky bus driver re-explain everything that Batman just said (though to be honest, John did tone him out). "I know a ghost who can help."

"A ghost," Bruce repeats, his voice steady. That's what he always liked about the detective. No matter what came out of John's mouth, the man always took it in stride and somehow managed to look in control and steady.

That made him so fit that John often fantasizes about breaking Bruce's careful control. He sends the man a flirty little grin, but Bruce doesn't so much as blink. "I thought ghosts weren't able to interact with the physical world."

"They're not usually able to." Zatanna scowls, looking upset. She crosses her arms, sending John a narrow eye and an accusatory glare. He thinks it's unwarranted since she was the one who asked for their relationship to end. He's allowed to flirt with Bruce, come on, it's Batman. "Not unless that ghost has a contact with a living or found some place so drenched in ectoplasm it may as well be on the other side."

"What kind of contract?" Clark questions. John wiggles his eyebrows back at the Kypotian suggestively and has to bite back a grin at the blush that rises on the man's cheeks.

What an innocent little farm boy.

"The sexy kind," John declares smugly, just to make Clark flush darker. It's hilarious when he succeeds. " I'm joking! Ha, no, it's more like a favor between two friends. Ember and I go way back. I knew her in life-"

"That's dangerous!" Zatanna snaps seemingly at her wits' end. "You shouldn't be messing with spirits you knew in life. They tend to get corrupted!"

"Meh, Ember has always been corrupted," John shrugs, not caring that his ex's eyes go wide with horror. "We grew up together. We were even the original members of our own band before her Pa got a new job in America, and he moved the whole family across the pond. She got bullied bad by the stupid rich kids over here until a fire took her life. Her soul came back home to jolly old England, not even an hour after her death. I found her drumming on her guitar in our old hideaway, glowing and flouting. It's actually how I found out I had magic. Anyway, Ember made a pact to always be my friend before she flew into the sunset- and I mean that literally, a natural portal opened up into the Realms. She sent postcards."

"She can help?" Bruce cuts in, obviously trying to get John back on track. At the magic user's nod, the man seems to settle, uncoiling his muscles. It's gratifying that someone on Batman's level trusts John's expertise so much. Say what you will, but Bruce never doubts his comrades' abilities. "Good. Call her."

John grins, pressing his hand against his mouth and blowing out a kiss. "Ladies, Gents and Gits, are you ready to rock!?"

A woman's voice screams back, "Yeah!" causing a few people to jump

"I can't hear you!"

"Yeah!"

"I'm Johnny Con-Job on mic and this fine piece of arse is Ember! Listen to those strings~!" John screams, mimicking a mic while a fast past air guitar riff rips through the air. The noise is coming from everywhere and nowhere, leaving the many volunteer defenders to twist and turn, trying to pinpoint its origin.

Ember burst into the scene, her flaming hair whipping around her whole body as her means of travel before shrinking back onto her head. She's playing fast, angry, and grinning like a devil.

Someone in the crowd lets out a loud scream of joy, "Oh my god, it's Ember McLain!"

John's lips twitch with amusement but he's too busy singing the familiar words that they once wrote together while hiding out from his shitty father and her shitty mother. Both were just a couple of troubled teens no one thought would amount to anything, so they had to believe in themselves and each other back then.

He remembers thinking he would one day marry this girl. Life wasn't fair to those troubled like them.

Once their song ends, Ember lets out a whoop, flouncing down to John's level and punching him in the arm. He grins at her, trying not to notice how she looks exactly the same as she did sixteen years ago when the fire took her and he aged on without her.

"You git! How's it going?!" She laughs, punching him again. Ember's hair is a healthy flame, reaching to the middle of her back, which suggests she has likely enchanted a few humans lately. He's glad. She needs all the stabilization she can get. Her eyes roam his face before snorting "You're old as shit now."

"I'm thirty-two," He scoffs mockingly offended

"Wow, twice my age...." His words trail off as a familiar loneness sinks into her expression, and he wants to kick himself. Right, they were the same age once upon a time. Her face clears up long enough for her to smirk, "I bet your knees hurt from watching other people jump."

John gasps for real this time, but he doesn't have a chance to rebut because Bruce steps up, explaining what was happening to the superstar.

Ember gives him her full attention, nodding along to the plan. She's going to help because she knows the request is coming from John when he summoned her.

"You know Ember McLain!?" Someone hisses into his ear. He turns to the person fully prepared to gloat that, yeah, he knows the rock/pop star that was sweeping the nation, only to gape at the sight of Diana-Wonder Woman for Pete's sake- a starstruck gaze.

For a moment, his tongue doesn't work as Diana grips his upper arm. "My sisters and I used to listen to her music on repeat back home. Do you suppose you can get me an autograph for them?"

John doesn't know how to say no to Wonder Woman, so he finds himself asking his childhood friend, who is preparing to go into a portal made of science, if she can sign five hundred or so cards for free. She squints at him but shrugs. "Only if you can beat up Phantom for me."

"I told you, I'm not going to fight a child, Em."

"Even though he deserves it?!"

[thefloatingstone]

The older I get and the more terrible takes I see the more in favour I become of gatekeeping

[king-simp]

POV: you see your gym crush Frankie getting hot and sweaty 🥵

Since those photos of Pedro in the gym has me gnawing at my enclosure… I give you Frankie baby.

Quick doodle to feed my hell hounds 🤩

[swiftsnowmane]

The dudebros that dominated the ASoIaF discussion forums in the 2000s hated on SanSan because they worshipped ‘the Hound’ persona as their nihilistic antihero power fantasy and saw Sansa as a weakling who made Sandor less ‘badass’. The dudebros hated SanSan so much that they tried to BAN SanSan fans from even just discussing the ship as part of meta analysis or speculation on their heavily male-dominated forums.

The tumblr fandom of today hates on SanSan because they dismiss it as ‘problematic’ without even acknowledging the significance of their interactions, the heavily erotic symbolism and imagery, the constant foreshadowing, and the profound effect the characters have on one another’s psyches, and think they are righteously ‘saving’ Sansa from Sandor’s character by doing so (and often because they prefer a different ship for her that they deem more ‘pure’). They hate SanSan so much that they try to diminish its importance or even outright ignore it and and prop up fake ships that have zero book-canon evidence in its place.

I didn’t staunchly defy the former type of SanSan haters for decades only to be easily cowed by the latter.

Both ignore the canonical textual evidence that shows that, whether dudebro Sandor-stans like it or not, and whether tumblrina Sansa-stans like it or not … Sandor Clegane is important to Sansa Stark, and vice versa.

[punkeropercyjackson]

I hate those Hobie ship fics/fanarts/headcanons where Hobie's partner is potrayed as being offput by his looks but warming up to him once they get to know him because it's just the writers/artists projecting onto to them that they think Hobie is ugly but 'makes up for it' by having 'a nice personality'.'If i met Hobie i'd be intimidated at first but then talk to him and realize he's not defined by his looks!!!'What's wrong with what Hobie looks like.Why would he need to 'prove' to you or whoever you ship him with he's not grotesque and hard to look at and that 'it's what on the inside that counts'.Quickly🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼!!!

[arthurn9]

in case you were wondering this is now an Anna Ripley fan blog

seriously this woman could kill me and i would be thankful

we support women's wrongs on this blog

look at her. look at this smokeshow devil science woman.

she has no time for your shit Percival, there's money to be made in the first arms race in Exandrian History

[dootznbootz]

You can horny post and thirst for Circe and Calypso without making fun of Odysseus, a victim of both, btw. 👍

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

One day we gon talk about how Jessica Drew is a reflection of the reality that is being a WOC in a white, male dominated work place

And how that position often forces unnecessary competition between peers - especially black women.

Which in turn results in callousness and the idea of solidarity being stamped out between black professionals and women - because solidarity is seen as weak and 'too political/personal' for those who want to succeed in the work place.

And ONE DAY we gon talk about how Jessica and Hobie are the perfect reflection of each other, especially in terms of generational trauma

And how their treatment of Gwen is a direct display of that.

Jessica being the older generation who's solidarity has been crushed out of them - in favor of individuality and self-sustainability. Causing her to treat Gwen 'professionally' and like an independent person

Versus Hobie, the younger generation who has seen first-hand that Jessica's individualitic approach is damaging, and in turn offers her community and solidarity in her time of need

ONE DAY WE GON TALK ABOUT IT

But not today! because I don't have the time nor the patience goodbye

[vaguely-concerned]

there are certainly serious things to say and analysis to be made about the tired queen in snow white-ass female fear of aging and losing your beauty as catalysts for evil tropes zara renata is evoking, as well as the treatment of her still-naked body as an object in the post mortem interrogation scene by both the camera and the characters. HOWEVER. personally and with my heart not my brain I forgive it wholeheartedly because there's just something special, something so incredibly fun and campy, both about her horrific literal blood bath and about a character who'll coyly tell you to wait here she'll just slip into something a little more... comfortable😏. and then while keeping hard eye contact with you she slips out of her skin entirely like it's a strapless dress and stands there in her full glistening subcutaneous glory smirking at you. her body isn't a temple it's a slaughterhouse. well. for you. but that's a price she's willing to pay :) ianthe tridentarius behaviour (laudatory)

(to be real for a moment it probably helps a lot that there are plenty of other female villains in the game who aren't presented with a sexual or appearance-focused angle at all. well. not an intentional one at least. ghilan'nain will always do to certain people what she does but that's not the design intention or priority lol. having a zara does not feel as weird when you also have a johanna hezenkoss running around just living her best unlife and doing her thing)

[gennsoup]

Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil. For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst? Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

[umbreonix]

I misread the first chapter thinking they were already together and it took all the thirst to realize that they're probably not (also this could totally be wrong and please enlighten me if it is but I bet if Jazz is this thirsty and desperate Prowl's actually 100x more thirsty than that)

They're not together lol, they're just so down bad for each other it's, frankly, embarrassing and they should be embarrassed.

[mistandshcdow]

who else up romanticizing sauron and ending up in the mud like mirdania

[sunlit-mess]

How did you get so good at animating and drawing? Aside from practice, what techniques do you use? What software do you use?

I only know the basics/fundamentals of both drawing and animation.

For drawing, I've carried out lessons about the Elements and principles of design, the history of graphics design, traditional drawing techniques, color theory, anatomy, character design, blah blah blah. Lots of info I still do my best to practice/put in my art. If y'all notice me animating gifs then it's bc I have time to do so... ( I'm in term break until late July ) They're likely short, but it's through animation blocking, timing, and incorporating both in-betweens and tweening.

I've used Adobe Animate/After Effects for school projects, sometimes for doodles only, I currently use Clip Studio Paint bc it's where I'm more comfy with ^^ Maybe someday I'll be able to afford Toon Boom hehe.

[atompalmers]

i like lucas 😌 and so do the orphans pretending that the orphanage wasnt getting torn the fuck up at the very end

pretending that there was any story left after lucas woke up in the hospital bed. im sorry for making cute headcanons about stupid movies. it will happen again

[donkeys-waffles]

I just love the versatility of AFO fans, like on one side you'll have this incredibly Indepth analysis of his childhood trauma and on the other side you have the horniness people you've ever encountered. And it's amazing.