#and an old playlist...

[cloudcastor]

secret rendezvous

[illustraice]

someone save alphonse elric and may chang from a very long suffering year

[handsometimr]

the blind judgement of lady justice

[stealingpotatoes]

letting me play kotor was a mistake now my default thing to draw is just revan they just appear everywhere

[pigin-is-so-rad]

“I will always love you, again and again/

And I’ll lose you every time/

But my love, I will hold you close to me/

Till you fade from my arms peacefully”

(Fan art from 2023 for And If You Close Your Eyes by Arbitersart on Ao3)

[arealtrashact]

Little boy blue

[mizukkay]

But deep down inside you know I'm always right.

bw version i made for my colorblind bestie as a bonus :)

[scaryvampirelady]

ribs by the crane wives is a crazy song because it has such a lovely somber intro and then the first lyrics are "marrow made a wife of eve, no one gave up a rib for me and mine" and then you just have to. keep fucking listening like that isnt the most killer shit youve ever heard in your life

[aingeal98]

I feel like when things are quiet in Gotham and the only threat is normal criminals, Cass would have no issue blasting music on patrol just for fun. No one knows what to make of it, Bruce isn't sure if it's an effective crime fighting tactic or not but it sure is Something.

You are random Gotham mugger 745 trying to steal from a woman on her way home from work and you suddenly hear Chappell Roan's Good Luck Babe growing ominously louder until you're suddenly knocked out too fast to recognise who it is. You end up at the police station with five other guys who've experienced something similar. One says they heard Mitski's My Love Mine All Mine playing. Another heard wish you were gay by Billie Eilish. Is there a lesbian ghost haunting Gotham? What the hell is going on?

Elsewhere on a completely unrelated note Barbara is having a long discussion with Cass on first loves and realising you're gay. Chappell Roan and girl in red will be haunting Gotham criminals for a solid month before she finally works up the courage to actually Talk to Steph about how she's feeling, at which point the lesbian ghost who knocks criminals unconscious will have developed into a Gotham meme and become an urban legend. Believers will say it's a new god here to protect sapphic women. Skeptics will tell you it's probably just Poison Ivy.

[coffeebrownn]

[sunsburns]

missing pathetic pining college!art donaldson hours 😔

ugh literally me too cause tell me why i was thinking about him the other day… i had this idea from my challengers era (16+)

like imagine tashi kicking you out of your shared dorm just so she can fuck patrick with a peace of mind, and while you're wandering around campus with your hoodie on and your hands in your pockets, maybe about to kill an hour in the library before it closes, you run into no other than art donaldson.

and he’s wallowing, the poor guy. his head down, hair messy like he’d run his hands through it a dozen times, and there's a slump in his shoulders that looks way too heavy for someone as soft as him. it’s a little different from how you usually see him—he’s still sad-looking, yeah, but there’s something more vulnerable in it tonight. you like to imagine it's because patrick ditched him too.

but when he sees you, really sees you, his face lights up just a little. it’s not a full grin, but it’s enough. and when you ask him what’s wrong, he shrugs and says, “got stood up.” simple. like it doesn’t bother him as much as it clearly does.

there's this dumb, tender ache in your chest that wants to make it better for him. so you ask if he wants to walk. and he says yeah.

you end up wandering around campus together, talking about nothing, laughing at old jokes, and teasing each other about who got the worst grade on the last bio paper.

the night is warm, the kind that sticks to your skin and makes you feel a little more alive than usual. eventually, you get burgers from a 24-hour drive-thru, and you eat them in your car, parked in some random lot with the windows down and the radio humming quietly beneath your voices.

you're mid-bite when the silence creeps in—not awkward, just… still. your legs are pulled up into the seat, and art's fingers are brushing crumbs off his jeans. you glance over at him and catch him looking at you. he doesn’t look away.

there's ketchup at the corner of his mouth, and you think, i could kiss him right now. and maybe that would be okay.

you start leaning in before you realize you’re doing it, and you only notice because of the soft flush blooming across his cheeks, barely visible under the parking lot lights. it’s sweet. he’s sweet. and you’ve kissed him before, yeah—but never like this.

you find yourself nervous. when you’ve kissed art before (a few times, here and there) it was always under the ruse of being drunk or tashi and patrick pushing the two of you to do it for their own pleasure, so they could take turns kissing the both of you after. it was never just the two of you. never sober. never quiet like this.

but when his lips press against yours, it’s gentle. and there’s no hesitation. he kisses you like he means it. like he’s been waiting to. like he doesn’t know what to do with how much he wants this. like he’s not thinking about tashi or patrick or anyone else.

he leans into it so fast it’s almost clumsy—his nose bumping yours, the little gasp that slips out when your lips part—but it’s endearing in that soft, too-earnest art kind of way.

he kisses you like he’s afraid he’ll never get the chance again.

and you melt into it.

his lips are warm and soft and taste faintly of salt and ketchup. you feel the smile tugging at the edge of your mouth even as the kiss deepens, your heart hammering in your chest like it’s trying to break free. you shift a little closer, hand reaching for his jaw, cupping it, pulling him in. your thumb brushes over the soft skin just below his cheekbone, and his breath catches, trembling just a little.

he lets out a quiet, desperate little sound from the back of his throat, more sigh than groan, and it makes your stomach flip. he’s trying so hard to stay composed, but his body’s betraying him: the way he leans forward even as you pull back for breath, the way his hands twitch like he doesn’t know whether to grab you or not.

art pulls back, just barely, and blinks at you like he’s stunned. he tugs at the hem of your shirt, shy, almost like he’s asking permission without saying it.

you get the hint.

you climb over the center console, giggling when your elbow jabs him by accident. “sorry, sorry,” you laugh, breathless.

and he just laughs back, a little winded himself, cheeks flushed all the way to the tips of his ears once you’re straddling his lap, his hands finding your hips like he’s not quite sure what to do with them.

your fingers sink into his hair, messy and golden, and you kiss him again, harder this time. open-mouthed. messy. the way tashi taught you to kiss.

he melts into your mouth, breathing you in like you’re air. his grip tightens on your waist, getting braver, and he makes another sound, something small and needy, and it sends a thrill down your spine.

art’s trying to keep up. trying to match your pace. but he’s not good at hiding how much he wants this, how long he’s been waiting for it, and it makes him a little messy. a little too eager.

but you like him that way. earnest. soft. yours.

[snoozerin]

sketches and a wip. i dont like thinking too much before posting, head empty this is the stuff i have in my gallery take or or leave it the void is nice

[tea-darling1]

i was feeling sad and needed something somewhat nostalgic so i drew some of the - ig you would call them "og" crew of crp's excluding jeff cause i dont have a design i like for him yet, idk he's greasy and hard to figure out. anyways enjoy the doodles, i might colour them if i get the chance

[midnigtartist]

Real fake cover art for Molly and Luci

Ill link the playlists on the post ✌🏻✨

[gaylittlebillionaires]

things about modern james fitzjames i know to be true:

big documentary fan, always forcing friends to watch obscure documentaries and then talking over them the entire time with travel stories.

also loves arthouse and foreign films and will go see the most random shit in tiny cinemas on a wednesday at 2:30 in the afternoon (canon)

is an amateur theatre critic, got naked for a play at uni one time and thinks that is enough qualification for life

insists on pronouncing city names ‘like a local’ (i.e. like a white girl back from her gap yah)

carries around a black and white film camera

has a mid-life crisis and decides to start drinking green juice at 6 in the morning and training for a marathon

goes for regular mani/pedis but insists it’s just for proper maintenance, no other reason

goes for a cold-water dip at hampstead heath every morning year-round (thank you tobias menzies)

is an insomniac and will often text friends cryptic flowery messages at 4 in the morning

goes on ‘adventures’ on the weekends with montserrat the dog. has only had to be saved by search and rescue twice, thank you very much.

collects opera vinyls from flea markets

has a journal that is ABSOLUTELY off-limits to everyone to the point where it’s like…. okay what are you writing in there. dundy has strict instructions to destroy it in the event of death

has a travel vlog channel that is taken very seriously (which on average gets like 300 views per video)

[shimmershy]

Thinking about her….