#(( sorry if I get some of these wrong

[podcastwizard]

this will not be a bridgerton blog but for the foreseeable future i will not be thinking about anything other than bridgerton

(original post @romanceyourdemons)

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[egophiliac]

roll out the red carpet guys we're going to the SHAFTLANDS

[jillju]

KISS OF JUDAS

[woolying]

tetro pink doodle dump: varied ramen trio edition 🍜🩷 i need to get all of these off my hands lol

picture captions, if you care:

sanrio dogs i drew in my sketchbook once during class ! they are such a doodleable bunch

IIIIIII👏SUP👏POSE👏HEY🆙

this was based on one of tsunos gacha cards, i just wanted to sketch it but then i got carried away..... rip to the matching cheshire sasaki that didnt get drawn (I PROMISE IM STILL WORKING ON THE GACHA CARDS THAT WON THE POLL I DID THAT ONE TIME....IM JUST THE STRUGGLER...)

von tweeted this one and i thought it was funny

i drew this one literally today lol also inspired by a von tweet!! a little bit of miki manami hcs kinda (ive been meaning to do art studies with them bc i have clear views of how the trio look in my head but im not very good at body variation...parkourist tsuno you are so important to me ill draw you well one day) also just know all of the isono hcs are me projecting thank u

isono miki digital angel real (featuring wader)

OOOOO YOU WANNA TALK TO ME ABOUT TETRO SU FUSIONS SOOOOOO BAD ametrine is my fave out of my finished ones so she gets posted yay

i saw the project sekai movie when it came out so i made sure masa miki did too (just realized i forgot wadas eyebrows um...im not going back to fix it sorry idk what canvas this doodle is on)

more sanrios except i assigned one to the whole cast and planned on drawing them all... then gave up basically before i even started lol (if anyone sees this please draw ojima with harenochi nyua and color it all cutelike ty)

/ 11. back to my roots: drawing wada over and over again (i was going through severe genuine withdrawals when i drew these i love drawing wadas)

[maydayintheforest]

Electra doodle bc I love him…. They’re so dear to me….

[dollarstorefern]

*cough* if you hate amber volakis i hate you *cough* (just kidding!) (i’m not.)

[nanihirunkits]

WE ARE | EP16

[drmelking]

A consistent theme of this show is exploring how people react when they are pushed past their limits, and it’s something we saw a lot of in this episode in particular. The two women getting into a fight in the waiting room, the man blowing up and then punching Dana, McKay seemingly going over Robby’s head and reporting the kid with a hit list, Mel shutting down after that little girl died. Hell, this show opened with Robby having to talk a colleague off of a literal ledge. And so now we’re seeing it with Langdon too—after a day of Santos defying orders at every turn, being second guessed constantly by an intern, and then losing a little kid, he just completely lost it. Understandable? Definitely. But that still doesn’t make it okay. Langdon’s outburst went way beyond the realm of reprimanding a subordinate —he yelled at and berated Santos on a deeply personal level in front of a room full of colleagues, not to mention a patient. And that doesn’t make him irredeemably evil or a terrible mentor, and I don’t think this show is in anyway trying to villainize him and woobify Santos or vice versa, but people are not perfect and they make mistakes and they can have extreme emotional reactions in high stress environments. It makes them human. That’s the whole point of the show imo

[hayaku14]

back on my "kaito's eyes are as blue as the bright blue sky and shinichi's eyes are as blue as the deep blue waves of the ocean" agenda

[sammys-magical-au]

I think we should stop using the “Obi-Wan went through a lot of pain but never turned therefore he’s better than Anakin” argument. Full stop.

Instead we should be saying “the fact that Obi-Wan didn’t turn and Anakin did makes it clear just how fucking far he was pushed to the point of snapping, and how different his suffering was from Obi-Wan’s”.

And before you start finger-wagging at me for this I want you to know that Obi-Wan canonically believes this too:

The fact that Anakin wasn’t a bad person to begin with is what makes Star Wars so fucking tragic and ignoring that to paint him as the villain in every situation, even before he turned, is ignoring the point of the story completely. I’m so tired of seeing all this hate for my boy. He did everything wrong but he was still a good person in the beginning and at the very end.

[snake-berry]

my queens <3 arya, sansa, & dany

ok before this starts controversy the crowns were so fucking random you have no idea. dany's is just the classic, arya's is a lineup of wolf teeth bc why not, sansa's is intended to be a wolf face with wings lol. pls dont ascribe secret hidden meanings to the crowns bc there is none i have no agenda and 0 horses in this race. i chose for aesthetics not for fandom discourse propaganda

anyways i love all 3 of these girls and it was fun to draw them older than their canon ages :)

[stars-obsession-pit]

Hello! Can do a chapter fic off this fic prompt Danny phantom x dc: https://www.tumblr.com/corkinavoid/767516270934556672/dpxdc-legal-power?source=share

This isn’t a one-to-one recreation of that dialogue but it’s based on that as a framework/premise

Batman dropped down into the room behind a pair of figures—a teenage boy and a slumped adult—letting his landing create an audible thump to alert them of his presence.

If the teen noticed, he didn’t react. Even as Bruce approached, he continued to stare impassively at the wheezing figure on the ground, an old wooden bat with flaking green paint on its side loosely held in his right hand. Bruce had already suspected who the figure would be since he arrived, but seeing the Joker so broken was still bizarre. No laughing, no schemes. He didn’t even seem to be attempting to escape his binds, just… lying there, almost as if pinned in place.

Bruce paused a step behind the teen. “I don’t know what the Joker did to you, but this isn’t the right way to go about this.”

The teen scoffed, and Bruce felt a painful lurch in his chest as he was reminded oh so strongly of his son Jason. “And what, let him go kill more people?”

“I know he deserves to face justice, but not like this. Everyone deserves a right to fair trial. No one person should be judge, jury, and executioner.”

The teen turned to look at him with glowing green eyes, and Batman felt himself freeze. He had faced gods before, yet even using that as a comparison felt like an understatement. The boy’s eyes belonged to someone far older than his teenage form implied, and they radiated power. Inevitability.

When the teen—no, the entity—spoke again, his words carried an unearthly echo. “Perhaps, but I’m not acting for just myself.” He paused, glanced down at the Joker, then asked almost conversationally, “Do you know how many people he’s killed?”

Another pause, but before Bruce could even try to answer, the entity continued, “Eight hundred and fifty-six. He’s ended the lives of eight hundred and fifty-six human souls. I can tell you about every single one, if you want. About who they were, what their dreams were before he killed them. About the pain they felt at his hands.”

He punctuated the word ‘pain’ by raising up the wooden bat in his hands and ramming its end down onto the Joker’s arm. He let out a wheeze, muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“I have a duty to my people. I am the King of the In-Between and of all the souls that pass through it—even ones whose stays were as brief as his. I am the rightful arbiter of his fate. And with that power, I sentence him to death.”

He raised the bat again, adjusting his grip so he’d hit with the side rather than the end this time, then paused and let out a chuckle. “Of course, just because it’s based on some justice doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with it too.” He swung the bat down, slamming it into the Joker’s side, then hooked it under the clown’s torso and flicked him up through the air to slam into the wall. “We all really hate this guy.”

With the entity’s attention fully turned away from him as he sauntered towards the Joker’s slumped figure, Bruce could finally unfreeze himself.

Even if the Ghost King did have the right to pass judgement on Joker, Bruce still couldn’t let torture go on like this. He wouldn’t win a direct fight, but he could hopefully at least grab the Joker and bring him over to the police. Carefully, he reached for some of the smoke bombs and batarangs on his belt and readied his grapple. He’d have to do this very, very fast.

But before he could move, another figure entered the scene. Red Hood, emerging from the shadows on the far side of the room, an unexpected bit of a pep to his step.

“Nice to see someone else who gets that that bastard needs to die. But if I may make a suggestion, how ‘bout you use a crowbar instead of that old bat? It’d be a bit more… fitting.”

[vaguely-concerned]

having seen at least the rough outlines of all the romances now I have to say that I think emmrich's is probably objectively the best in terms of coherence and completeness of story arc (with the understanding that ultimately the 'best' romance is whichever one makes YOUR heart sing anyway so objectivity is a silly thing to claim that way, it just felt like it's the arc with the most well-paced focused content and the least dangling threads)... but lucanis' is my favourite haha. just. the whole kneeling before your beloved full of reverence but without any of the distance that usually implies??? his complete undramatic certainty and calm in every scene with rook after this, having spent the whole game caught between fear and longing???? mr. lives in a pantry but it says nothing about my psyche don't worry about it it's purely for tactical reasons that I keep myself contained in a small dark room not entirely unlike a cell, love among the parsnips -- finally coming to rook in their room and it's so comfortable and comforting???? after all the times rook supports and comforts him through the game he's finally able to return the same to them when they need it while being so calm and steady and it's so fucking sweet and feels so effortless and with no price attached?????? he basically assigns himself the role of your bodyguard and he WILL stab a god over it??????????????? the turn to protector (which was in his heart all along longing to get out and find a place) of it all????? he sounds like he's found himself unexpectedly stumbling into such a soul-lightening state of revelatory existential relief, full on 'you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves' mary oliver style, and he goes and he shares that with rook and protectively envelops them in it when they're hurting??????????????????????????? hello for the maker's sake hello can anyone hear me?????

[shinehalley]

"We need more complex female characters"

Well, what a odd thing to say when you are not even prepared to deal with Crystal Palace. Like, she's complex as hell, but her arcs are pretty easy to understand, and yet I still see people villainizing her. You want complex female characters, but you're not ready for them, especially if there's an m/m couple, canon or not, in the mix.