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Deadpool (2023) #5

Art by: Martín Cóccolo

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Deadpool #10 (2023)

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Renesmee is trying to be a wingman 😔

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This is their favorite past time

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What's the process if you're a superhero and you come out as trans

Do you tell your villains?

Do you keep it a secret so no one can connect Spider-Man with your secret identity for a while? Or do you pop a pronouns pin on your costume and the next time you web up Doctor Octopus and he goes "I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME SPIDER-MAN" you go "Spider-Girl actually! I've been figuring out some shit"

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the copification of peter parker in recent years is insidious and also gay

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We must stay focus brothers, we must stay focus

Just trying something again...

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Just trying something again...

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Short animation 👍

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@twooftheluckyones hope this is along the lines of what you had in mind!

fun fact: narinder hates pants. he is discovering this the hard way in chimes of bone lmao

once he has properly tailored ones he doesn't mind them, but he prefers wrap pants like dhoti, saris once he has access to them, robes, and yes, dresses

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What was your relationship with HP in your childhood and what did it mean to you?

Warning: long answer is long.

I read the first HP book when I was 10. It felt like coming home. I was a deeply awkward, anxious kid dealing with bullying at school. I felt wrong and out of place and like everyone except for me had a manual for how they were supposed to navigate life; without the manual I was certain I would never catch up.

Books were a fucking haven. And THIS book. This book was about a kid that I empathized with so much. Except he's bullied and feels out of place because he IS out place. He's meant to be somewhere better, with people like him, who (for the most part) treat him kindly and with respect. And suddenly he's able to make friends and excel at his studies, and he settles into this fantastic world where he fits, and he's bright and likable and he has a purpose. It was just. God, it was everything I wanted for myself. AND there was magic and a train and a cool castle.

I think the first two books were already out when I started reading and I read the rest as they were released (re-reading them all multiple times in between). The friends I did manage to make also adored the books. I went from "playing Harry Potter" on the playground to writing fanfic to going to midnight book releases and meeting up with friends to see the movies as they started coming out. The final book came out shortly after I started high school, and the final movie came out when I was in college. I went to that midnight showing with a good portion of my friends and we all cried like babies at the end. Because it was over. This thing that had sustained us for so long. This thing that marked our childhoods.

You have to understand that Harry Potter-related expectation was a constant for the majority of my life. Since I was in elementary school there was always a new book to look forward to every year or so. And when the book series was completed, there was the next movie to look forward to. And then it was over (and with such an unsatisfying epilogue). That's when I really got involved in fandom (outside the fic I wrote amongst friends in a the group journal we kept and passed back and forth during studyhall, ofc). And fandom was the most accepting, glorious, place for an anxious queer kid just starting to come out of her shell as college afforded her the freedom to realize that maybe the very narrow (private Christian school k-12) concept of normalcy she'd been afforded until that point wasn't entirely accurate. And it continued to be glorious. I went to cons and got merch and put my House in my online dating profile and 3D printed custom HP cookie cutters and joked about having a HP themed wedding some day and my friends and I loved our nerdy little world that made us happy. Until Joanne ruined it.

And I'm honestly not trying to be dramatic, but when something has been so intrinsic to your life and your social circle and even, to an extent, part of your identify, it's fucking devastating when you find out the creator of that thing is a bigot and actively using her platform to target people you love. I stopped supporting her (buying books/movies/merch etc.) a couple years back, and I was content in embracing the concept of Death of the Author (or, as I've previously termed it, "we've killed the author and are now rifling through her stuff to keep the good bits and throw out the bad"). But now, in light of her continued escalations and the recent TV series announcement, and the conversations I've been having with friends (particularly Jewish and trans friends), I do mean that the very concept of Harry Potter is ruined for me. My, now decades, of nostalgia just...aren't enough to supersede what feels like an irresponsible attachment. Before, I wanted HP's social presence to live on in spite of and without JK Rowling. Now, it's becoming more and more apparent that the entertainment industry is going to squeeze as much money out of the HP world as possible which will, by extension, continue to give her a platform and money with which to actively support her shitty dogma.

So. Here I am, too sad to pick up my HP books for my annual summer re-read, or start the new fic a writer I love has just posted or open the document to work on my own HP fic. Which is not at all a condemnation of folks in fandom who ARE able to keep reading and creating and loving the world while thumbing their nose at her. I just can't right now.

So I'm stepping back and blocking the tags and ignoring the show and trying to let other worlds consume me.

Anyway. That's what it meant to me. Sorry for the tiny violin moment but your ask made me sit down and confront the fact that I'm dealing with an extremely weird sort of grief I haven't ever encountered before.

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Omg how i love every little thougth you've put in this fanfic and its worldbuiding

Also, would the sheep find the Last Peace that Parjul and the others build?

Absolutely! The Last Peace is itself a sort of hub for the afterlives, where people can gather from their own afterlives. They can't travel into other ones, and they can't stay in the Last Peace, but they can always visit. The dead who devoted their lives in the Lamb and Narinder's cult call the Last Peace their natural afterlives, however, and can travel to whichever one they please. The sheep are definitely going to get there as well, so it's a shame that Esriaal themself can't go - they're the god of death, which isn't the same as being the god of the dead, or at least not directly. They're extremely careful about their disciples, because their disciples are the stewards of the Last Peace after their deaths.

But yes, the sheep do get to come and go from the Last Peace, and lemme tell you hwat they're proud as hell

like they all died, and that fuckin sucks

but good goddamn did the last of them take all of that loss and made it mean something, and the Lamb isn't the last one anymore, anyway

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i will find lesbians in any piece of media

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IS YOUR NARI INDIAN?? ? I never see anyone draw a good ol Indian Nari,,

He is! I'm so upset that I don't see more Indian Narinders?? I've only seen ONE other person draw him in a sari and it was really pretty! I'm STARVED.

I guess it’s easier to tell he’s Punjabi when I draw him as a man than a leopard, I dunno

I also really like drawing him with dhoti pants/lungis, I just feel like he’d like them

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i forgot i made these for the bluetoothable baby shitposts

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Arthur after Gwaine got banished: Merlin be honest do you want to go with him?

Merlin: What? Are you banishing me?

Arthur: No! I just meant... you know. Would you rather go with him than stay here?

Merlin: No, my place is with you, Sire.

At this point Arthur sighs and decides to try a last time

Arthur: I don't want to be what keeps you two apart

Merlin: What on earth are you talking about?

Arthur: Gwaine and you. Come on it was obvious.

Merlin: What was obvious??

Arthur grimacing: The two of you... Together... *waving his hand in some vangue gesture* you know do I really have to say it

Merlin mockingly copying the gesture: Yes.

Arthur: The two of you were clearly in love so if you rather go with him I understand

That makes Merlin laugh so hard he throws his head back

Merlin: We are not in love Arthur. Gwaine is a friend.

Now it's Arthur's time to snort: A friend? I don't think Gwaine thinks the same, it's obvious when he looks at you

Merlin just shrugs at that: And eyes reveal all feelings? It doesn't have to mean anything, I mean people have told me before you look besotted when you look at me and we both know that's bullshit

Arthur stands still at once, like a deer facing danger, held in place only by the fear of triggering the predators instinct to chase

Arthur: what

Merlin with another snort: yeah stupid i know

Arthur: Who said that

Merlin: Oh well just Gaius and Gwen, Morgana mentioned it too. Gwaine ironically. Oh and Lancelot, one of the guards, Amy the maid who took care of Lady what was her name?? The one who wanted to elope with Sir Bran, doesn't matter anyways. And Uther one time but he muttered it I don't think I was supposed to hear