#CRAZY. INSANE. BONKERS.

[lonelyzarquon]

Twelveclara Appreciation | Under the Lake

[buwheal]

Neo that ill never complete <333

I was bored during finals a while ago and whipped out mspaint but oh my GODDD how are you people doing this with your MOUSE??? I was using trackpad and that was hard i cant imagine a MOUSE... WHAT.... You guys using mice are soldiers holy shit

[skipitty-bop]

realized i can draw my two favorite characters next to each other and im here for it im so here for it

(brink with cloak under cut)

[go-learn-esperanto]

We still have a session so Grian, listen to me my boi, you can still murder an insane amount of people in this last session. I believe in you. A Life Series season without a Grian laughing maniacally is like heating your water for the tea in the microwave.

[willowser]

i do think there is something about a little sweet sundress that drives bakugou a lil insane

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

There are only so many fanfics that use the entirety of DC as cardboard cutouts to prop up bat family characters that I can read before I go berserk.

I swear to god. Every character that has ever been shipped with a bat or coexists on the same team as a bat is owed an apology.

How many Young Justice fanfics that solely revolve around Tim must exist? How many Titans fanfics centered only on Dick? Why is it a herculean task to find a Justice League fanfic without Bruce as the main character?

And then even when you do find a fic that seems like it's balanced, everything still revolves around the bat. Like Kon, Cassie and Bart have nothing else going on in their lives except Tim and Tim's issues or thinking about Tim. Like Donna and Wally and Roy just cannot function if they aren't spending every waking moment thinking about Dick.

I'm... Guys. I'm at my limit. I swear to god. We need to make a Batman tag and surgically remove all these fics and quarantine them there. We'll keep the actual DC fics and they can do whatever the fuck they want in their own tag. It's getting ridiculous how hard it is to find fanfic that's actually DC related and isn't just 'The BatFam Show'.

[maskyartist]

god no one speak to me about this au i am fucking INSANE about it im so crazy stupid insane i cant-

cult leader creek au belongs to @idkwhatimdoingherebutyuh + @corvidclaws

[hailperseusjackson]

for me it’s the way that joel openly admits to ellie that he tried to kill himself because sarah died. this is the same gruff closed off man who, not that long ago, didn’t even want to hear sarah’s name. or tess’s. who called ellie cargo.

but he opens up to ellie, tells her that he tried to commit suicide because he just “couldn’t see the point anymore.” he has been hurting and holding this pain inside of him for 20 YEARS, and “it wasn’t time” that helped put him on the path to healing. it was ellie. he found purpose in being a father again.

and at most a few hours after admitting that, he is faced with the death of his daughter. Again. marlene just tells him that ellie is going to die with no goodbye and hands him her knife. the knife that belonged to anna, the only piece that ellie had of her mom. the only piece joel will have left of ellie. and we know that if he loses ellie, he won’t make it! he won’t flinch this time. he won’t miss. he will succeed in ending his life this time because if he loses ellie that’s it for him.

so he makes a choice. the fireflies didn’t tell ellie that the operation would kill her, they didn’t give her a choice. joel isn’t giving ellie a choice either, in this moment, because for him there is not other option. joel sees the sign for the pediatric surgery wing and the decision is made.

and when he kills his way through the hospital, he doesn’t miss. he wasn’t quick enough for sarah, for tess, for henry or sam. couldn’t even shoot himself properly. but for ellie, he won’t miss. because there was one person worth saving. and god help any motherfuckers who stand in his way.

[ironites]

royjamie is so insane to me bcs why are they like that. like i pity everyone who has to be around them because jesus christ i would want to run myself through a wall

[gumballmagic]

holy shit

[butchhamlet]

some reasons you should watch abigail thorn’s “the prince”

i mean, reasons beyond “it’s about trans women in a shakespeare multiverse and abigail thorn plays hotspur.” because--do you need more? but i have more to say, so i’m going to say it.

1. the exploration of the conflation of death and transition. i think trans people are in the habit of pushing back against the idea that transition is any sort of metaphorical death, because so many cis people say shit about feeling like they’ve lost a son/daughter/brother/sister/niece/nephew/gendered acquaintance/etc. but in truth, taking the plunge in deciding to transition, or deciding even to be honest with yourself about your transness, can look and feel a lot like a death, even if it’s a death that’s necessary for a rebirth (something thorn & other trans writers have touched on before). i can’t cite specific parts because spoilers but just trust me that this does a lot with that that made me want to put my head in my hands and scream

2. the interaction with manhood in the history plays. the henriad is incredibly concerned with what it means to be a man the right way--richard ii’s effeminacy assayed against bolingbroke’s stubborn strength; hotspur’s yearning for glory and love of war tied to his destructive masculinity and abhorrence of the feminine; hal’s gendernonconformity through use of language more often than weapons; henry v’s presentation of the english as a virile “band of brothers” identified in contrast to the foppish french dandies. the way this play examines gender--womanhood, manhood, masculinity, femininity, structural misogyny--is fucking delicious in that context, particularly in that the play turns hotspur’s obsession with masculine glory into something of a defense mechanism, as hotspur strives to be the person northumberland and worcester and kate percy expect. (ALSO THE COSTUMING. AND THE SWORD. AND THE DOUBLE-CASTING. AND THE SYMBOLISMS. FABULOUS.)

3. interaction with 1H4 in general. the way thorn cut up this play and rearranged it. i couldn’t go two minutes without turning to my friend and hissing, “this is a line from the real play! except in context it doesn’t go here!” and then gasping over how shifting the context, length, or speaker of speeches brought new aspects of both works to light. ALSO? SO MANY SPEECHES/SCENES IN SHAKESPEAREAN VERSE THAT WERE NOT IN THE ORIGINAL PLAY AT ALL. WHICH MEANS THIS WOMAN WAS JUST WRITING RAW IAMBIC PENTAMETER. LIKE, CONVINCING ELIZABETHAN-ERA IAMBIC PENTAMETER. WHAT. (also also! you don’t have to be a shakespeare nerd to enjoy this play, but if you like iambic pentameter jokes, boy howdy have i got good news for you!)

4. that said, it’s accessible to non-shakespeare-superfans, too! if you don’t know much about the histories, or if you struggle to comprehend shakespeare, don’t fear! the play is doing more than just riffing on shakespeare. it’s at least 50% modern speech, and the switches from one dialect to another tend to come at the most destabilizing and thus hilarious (or gutting) moments. there’s one particular modern-language-paraphrase of a specific 1H4 speech that i haven’t stopped thinking about since i saw it, because it’s the perfect balance of comedic and agonizing.

5. trans people. not just transgender shakespeare characters, but also modern-day trans women! i love that we get both original trans characters and shakespearean characters hit with the transgenderification beam, and i love how many trans people there are; it allows for a more thorough exploration of identity, and also so many good fucking jokes.

6. prince hal is gay for real. not sure i need to say much else about this

7. who doesn’t want to listen to abigail thorn recite shakespeare? not even just 1H4! but i shan’t say more, because oh, baby, that one’s gotta hit organically.

you can read more about it here if you’re not yet convinced, but come on. if you like shakespeare, or if you like art about gender and transness and narratives and confinement and freedom, or, hell, if you like seeing women with swords, i literally don’t know what to tell you i don’t know why you’re still reading this go watch the prince come on now

[autumnoficarus]

also can we just talk about the contrast between when loki is conflicted about their feelings for sylvie, how they smoothly speak on metaphors about love and daggers, they conjure a blanket to share with her, all rizz and no hesitancy. and then with don/mobius it's all adjusting the fit and stumbling over their words and soft reassurances followed quickly by declarations of how important mobius is to them???

[trans-xianxian]

thee most evil sequence of events in cql is lan wangji, notorious jiang cheng disliker, wanting wei wuxian to talk to jiang cheng because "you're brothers", jiang cheng coming in to scold wei wuxian for the audacity of still acting like family, wei wuxian calling jiang cheng by his courtesy name I'm pretty sure for the one and only time in all 50 episodes, jiang chengs hilariously devastating "I'm going to whip you and then get so worried when you're actually hurt" moment, followed by the core reveal, topped off with wen ning detailing to lan wangji how painful the core transfer was and that no one before had ever done it because it was such a monumental sacrifice but wei wuxian had literally Begged. good lord. brothers

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

smile for the camera!

crisis belongs to @amyupup47

[coredrill]

EVERY PROMARE SCENE

80/? ▸ Lio Escapes Fennel Volcano

[willowser]

"oh! hey, c'mere, i gotta show you something funny!"

whatever nonsense satoru had been planning on spouting is tucked away the instant he sees your coy little grin, and one of his own grows on his face, made brighter and wider by the ease of your invitation.

yes, he's just spent the last seven minutes in your doorway, silent and scheming, thinking on what to say to attract your attention — but it doesn't matter if that's now been disrupted, because he'd take your attention any way it can be served, cold or hot. it's warm today; that much he can tell by the way you beam at him, as he comes to stand beside you.

you dig through the top drawer of your desk for a minute or two, and satoru is bubbling with things to say, now, about the little mess you keep there, but he gets distracted by the hurried, chalky handprints staining the material covering your ass. the sight makes him grin so hard that his cheeks swell, nudging his blindfold up the littlest bit; satoru finds it invigorating, this innate ability you have to fluster him. the heat in his face is surely visible, even to someone like you.

"aha!" you dance back and forth on your feet for a second, stopping only when he starts to join you, excited, and then you hold up two dangly, jingling little things right in front of his face. "a student's sister is selling these for school, and they made me think of you! so i bought us some to match!"

keychains, he realizes, suddenly sober. cute and colorful miniature ice bars.

"adorable, huh?" you pull them back to assess in your palm, touching gently at the plastic as if they were real, as if they could melt in the warmth of your hand. "which one do you want? the watermelon is the cutest, so i was gonna give you that one."

everything satoru had thought to say dissolves, leaks between his fingers, sugary and sweet. he's left with nothing, cold, then, smile frozen, as you fiddle with something so meaningless—

you look up, waiting for his response, and he watches you clock the change in his demeanor, instantly; you can't see cursed energy, but you can see — something, within him. always have been able to, though he's yet to figure out how.

"unless you want strawberry," you shrug, a little awkward now, but sunny as usual. "do you even have keys, actually, or do you—"

"no take-backs!" he snatches the dainty thing from your hand, sticking his tongue out at the flat look you send him. "i get watermelon!"

"fine," you pout for just a second before sticking your tongue out at him, too, and then you laugh quietly to yourself. amused, like a child.

once you start to dig around in your messy drawer for your car keys, satoru turns his attention to the tiny treat, focusing on it. trying to ignore the blood rushing in his ears.

it's so simple. so silly. you are, selfless and honest to a fault, all the traits that make you a liability in this world. if anything were to happen to your students, then you wouldn't make it. and if anything were to happen to you, satoru thinks—

right there in your presence, so close that he can hear your heartbeat peacefully thundering over his own — he can feel the cracks in his composure. how close he is to splintering off, how quickly everything would collapse if he dared to blink wrong.

if anything were to happen to you, satoru thinks, he'd go insane. he already has.

a small laugh leaves him, at the thought, but he closes his fist around the small keychain when you look up at him again. still grinning, leaning in so close that you're about to be stopped.

"do you like it?" you ask, open and hopeful and silly.

it makes him laugh again, because you really have no idea.