#bill case

[pwnart]

Another Reploid design! But this one joins my existing group by time-traveling from hundreds of years in the future, as she is based off of Mutos Reploids from the Mega Man Zero series.

She likes to collect discarded robot parts and use them for her own purposes. Maybe she builds a big piece of ride armor or even just a nest. I still don't have a name finalized yet but I'm thinking some weird portmanteau or intentional misspelling to make her fit within the Zero series greats like "Hyleg Ourobockle" or "Maha Ganeshariff".

So I'm thinking something like "Juncollector" + some other fitting phrase... but until then I also have this!

[t00thpasteface]

while liveblogging btas i got in the accidental bad habit of calling bruce "brucie baby" and now that i'm also liveblogging stas with the same friend i have inexplicably started referring to superman as an "unidentified/unauthorized fucking thing"

[millenianthemums]

“all my comfort characters have killed someone at least once” is actually a statistical error. most of my comfort characters have never killed anyone. Murders Bill, who lives in the nightmare realm and has killed like 7 trillion people, is an outlier adn

[celadonlonghorn]

inkling middle school

(...plus an extra i had to draw for twitter)

[inkskinned]

we really didn't get violent enough about roe v wade being overturned. but and also - you're one person. you donated money. you went to the protest. you did what you could, which felt like doing basically nothing.

recently some big paper published an op ed (why did you even read it? you knew you'd get upset) about how it's gross that men can't find a partner because women don't want to suffer bad dates - they'd rather go to yoga class. you actually laughed - well, yeah! and it was funny until it wasn't, because something about it made your stomach churn. this is the thing, you want to say, but you don't have the words for what the thing is. just that men being bad at dating is your fault.

the thing is also on instagram. you don't know if it's a setting or algorithm thing, but these days, the most hurtful comments always seem to skim the top. simple reaction is don't read the comments but - you're human, so you're curious. you want to respond to every weird, sanctimonious one with replaying something a million times to find evidence they're lying about their gender is literally sexual harassment you shouldn't be proud of this or maybe get a fucking life you absolute dickhead but you've gotten into enough of these battles as a kid. nothing ever resolves. it just makes you upset.

your father was radicalized. the thing is - you go to therapy about it and yet never find the words for exactly the way that one hurts.

the other day your sister predicted that a commercial that aired during the superbowl was going to cause trouble. you wanted her to be wrong about that. this morning, while scrolling, you saw someone post exactly that - he got so angry i had to leave. it was terrifying. it reminds you, however bleakly: there are entire swathes of people who do not worry about domestic violence. who have no idea why you would put keys into your fist. who do not understand "it's better to be rude than dead." who have never googled am i being gaslit.

the other day you found out there's a bill that would make it so if you have a uterus and are braindead, you could fulfil your cattle purpose and carry a fetus to term. you think about the fact that the leading cause of death for pregnant people is murder. you think about ongoing and informed consent. you think about how, out of fear, if your ex boyfriend had pressured you, you absolutely would have said yes to it. in the comments, you write there is no way that these documents wouldn't be immediately forged. this is going to be misused. and then just delete it, sighing. get up and go to work.

the other day they overturned roe v wade. we weren't nearly violent enough about it. somewhere, a clock is ticking. it's been ticking a long time. you want to say it's time, but it's been time for a while, hasn't it.

[sillysymbol]

one of my FAVORITE design tropes ever

[theatre-apocalypse]

Sharing my “Paul has MDD” propaganda.

[ohhamlet-art]

One last black bird without a place to be turns around, in hopes to find the place it last knew rest.

[genderqueerpositivity]

People are allowed to decide who they can and cannot give their services to, you fucking freak (coming FROM a gay person) you are all so unbelievably PATHETIC for acting like wedding designers refusing to do shit for us becos of our sexuality is some massive hit to lgbt rights. You all don’t seem to understand we had it much worse, and that this bill is allowing people behavioural freedom. We should be grateful for it, it’s not right to force people to do things they don’t want to with their own businesses.

It's not an object to me, because I would never deliberately hire a Christian to design anything if my queer heathen ass were getting married.

And that isn't the point, because what I know is this: legally this is purely another step towards removing nondiscrimination protections entirely.

Do you really think that they're going to stop at websites and wedding cakes?

It's about removing legal protections against discrimination in all areas for the entire LGBTQ+ community. This court case was never about a wedding website, the designer in question was never hired to design a website for a gay couple--this case was entirely about attacking and weaking a nondiscrimination law.

I hope you get your wish.

And when your Christian landlord evicts you, when you are fired from your job for posting a wedding picture of yourself and your partner on social media, when your children are denied opportunities for having same gender married parents, when your family is refused service in restaurants, when doctors refuse to treat you, when the pharmacy refuses to fill your prescriptions, and when the EMTs let you die on the street because saving your gay ass is an affront to Jesus...

I hope you remember to feel grateful.

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

Interesting that when it’s only one person who comes forwards with a rape or abuse allegation against a famous male celebrity, it’s “oh it’s only one person, if it were true there’d be a pattern!”, yet when MULTIPLE people come forward with these allegations it’s suddenly “a coordinated attack to silence someone speaking the truth/for money/for attention” - it’s almost as if people don’t give a fuck about victims and just want to defend their faves as well as excuse their own shitty behaviour.

[emmanelson]

He did. She did.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

this idea is vague, but what about history lover eddie being assigned to help a failing steve with his final report and at first they hate each other, bickering more than studying in the gas station parking lot with their snacks, when wouldn't you know it, a fuckin' telephone booth falls from the sky in front of them in a blast of lightning.

the steve and eddie that climb out of the somehow packed booth are acting much closer than the steve and eddie who just stood up from the curb.

"How do we know you're really us?" current eddie asks the other two thems, glancing at the steve beside him who only shugs, bewildered. "Eddie, what number am I thinking of right now?"

The other eddie rolls his eyes, "69 of course."

Current Eddie blinks once, then turns to the steve beside him and says. "Yeah, that's me."

current steve watches Other Steve elbow Other Eddie, winking at him when the Eddie grins, waggling his eyebrows

"Okay, what the fuck." Steve says, "Why don't you look like you hate each other."

The Others glance to him, between themselves, then back to their past selves. "You'll see." Other Steve hedges with a goofy grin.

After the Others talk with the weird trenchcoat-sunglases man and disappear along with the booth in another flash of light, Steve and Eddie are ushered into one of their own, and hurled back in time for the first time.

[isabellaofparma]

cold case rewatch (5/∞)

1.07 -'A Time to Hate'

[millenianthemums]

this took forever. i can’t stop drawing this au, i don’t know what’s happenign to me

[starflungwaddledee]

been trying to figure out how exactly i want to draw him; i'm glad folks liked him in that one picture! here's some more bill studies. can't make my mind up between a softer duck-like bill (a little closer to his canon one) or a longer and more pointed shape slightly closer to an actual penguin...? thoughts?

speaking of... um. here's how i think he could look if i didn't have to follow like.. The Rules™️.

[ckret2]

Hello! As someone who is very confused on the layout of the mystery shack, I gotta ask: where does bill sleep??? Like I know he sleeps somewhere upstairs, but he doesn’t usually sleep in the attic since the door had been firmly shut prior to the tooth fairy arc. So does he sleep in the hallway?

he sleeps in the attic, he doesn't sleep in the attic bedroom.

the layout of the mystery shack is somewhat inconsistent, but we get this map in season 2 and for fic writing purposes and building in the sims 4 purposes I use this as the "canonical" layout of the Mystery Shack:

Each room identified:

For necessity's sake (i.e. we ran outta room on the first floor), i've decided that several rooms, most notably Stan's (former) master bedroom and the main bathroom, are on some kind of magical invisible impossible second floor that logistically can't exist since the staircase goes directly to the attic, but that we won't worry about anyway.

This is the attic:

Notice most of it is a big open room. It appears to partially be used for storage (such as: when we see all Mabel's puppet supplies sitting around in the main attic in Sock Opera) but is mostly empty.

The kids' room is closed off. Bill sleeps in the main attic, underneath the window seat:

Except at the end of Journal 3 we know they threw out the window shaped like Bill and replaced it with normal glass. So it's more like,

In the bottom right corner of the window seat pic you can see the top step of the staircase going downstairs; the attic window seat is in the open attic space, not in a "room" and not closed behind any doors.