#blame college

[crispinkiss]

realizing people care about you a lot is emotionally taxing okay!!

(it really really loves the blanket)

[rose-chateau]

I'm white, so I have limited stock in the conversation about the ending of the lilo and stitch remake. Predominantly, the movie was imperialist propaganda supporting and normalizing indigenous children being taken from their families, young women being emotionally divorced from their families, and indigenous people moving to mainland america to pursue an idyllic future.

But the specific situation makes me feel really shitty and sorry for myself, because my mom left me in the care of someone else to go to college, and it was NOT a good decision in the long term.

My mom left my brother and I with our grandparents until we were 7 to pursue college education. She didn't want to; she did it because it was the only way to get a career to support us. And she really only did it because our grandparents bullied her into "pulling herself up by her bootstraps" instead of getting her inpatient for some stuff she was going through at the time. Without kids to worry about, she was able to graduate in a few years, and my brother and I moved in with her again... and she got so fucking sick of us that all she ever did was threaten to send us to "grandparent boarding school." She had her own life, and having 2 young kids cramped her style so much that our entire family dynamic was critically messed up. My brother and I were neglected, and our only adult figure didn't have any interest in us.

Having no kids and going to college made her worse for us. It emotionally separated us so much that after only 3 years of having us, she couldn't care less. She got remarried when I was 11. My brother and I went to stay with our grandparents "just for the summer, just so they got a really good honeymoon period." And then we never moved back in with our mom. She came to visit about as much as she did when she was in college. She whinged about how she's our Mother and she wasn't the one raising her children. But she never really made any effort to get us back.

Nani didn't get Lilo in the remake. She wasn't the sole supportive understanding force Lilo had in the original. I mean, characterization-wise, it makes total sense Nani went to college and used a portal gun just to visit Lilo instead of the other way around. Again, the imperialist propaganda cannot be understated in this movie, but on a less serious note, it also just feels like they're trying to absolve mothers who don't love their kids.

[prlssprfctn]

I've been brewing this post for far too long in my drafts, but I need more doomed!Bruce and Jason throughout universes. And it is not even always about the same Jaybin, dying in the warehouse scenarios!

Sometimes Jason is just a kid, who died in front of Batman, who maybe jumped in between Batman and the villain recklessly, to keep him safe, and whose blood stuck under Bruce's nails. His face haunts him in nightmares, still.

In other realities, Bruce meets Jason as a teen, and they never even get to become father and son officially - but they slowly get into each other's lives, until something awful happens, leaving a ghost of a smirking kid stroll behind Bruce's hunched figure for the rest of his life.

Or maybe it is one of these realities, where Jason crawls out of the Alley Crime himself, and manages to become famous in Gotham; the one, where he opens a charity fond, dedicated to people, who fight with the drug addiction. Bruce Wayne is sympathetic of a kid he meets during some of the events, and as they slowly start contacting each other more often, getting closer, he promises himself to protect him. Expect, Batman is late to save Jason Todd from the hands of yet another villain.

It could be the priest Jason Todd that meets bleeding out Batman on the stairs of the church, and who helps him out, for what he later pays with his life. Or they are not really vigilantes in any of these universes - just father and son.

And in some of these universes, they reconcile. In one of them, some of the medics connect the dots that a catatonic boy, who is covered in dirt, calling for his dad, for Bruce is Bruce's Wayne dead son, and try calling him. In another, LoA!Jason with his memory still being in a haze, crosses his path with Batman, before getting dipped in the Lazarus Pit.

But the point stands.

In all of them, Bruce Wayne is too late. In all of them, Bruce Wayne fails to save Jason Todd.

[thefallenangel2008]

Imagine being Caryn Pines.

You give birth to twins. One of them has 6 fingers on each of his hands. The other was unplanned. Money is tight. But you love them both regardless. Your husband... He definitely loves them too.

One is smart, he will get far, that is evident. The other is reckless, and he doesn't study, you worry about his future.

Your husband plays favourites, praising in his own way one and blaming the other. You try to balance it out. Because you love them both and you don't want them to feel left out (but you can't stop the damage your husband is doing anyway).

They grow up, you see your boys becoming men, but they're still your boys.

A science fair project. A fancy college. A machine breaks. There's tension in the house. Everyone yells, explanations and accusations being thrown in the air. Your husband throws out one of your boys. Your free spirit. And you watch in the back, in the dark, unable to do anything, because you're a coward (you're not. You're holding a crying infant, it's the 60's, you can't get on your husband's bad side, God forbid you do, what if he hurts you or the baby?)

You can't sleep that night. The house feels empty. It shouldn't feel that way. You're laying right next to the man who kicked out your son like nothing (he's awake too. You know he's awake, he knows you're awake, but neither of you talk).

Your son, the one that stayed, moves out. The house feels empty. Both of them call from time to time. One talks about his life in college (he made a friend! So proud of him). The other talks about work. He has a small business. You believe that, you've seen his ads on the TV. He got an apartment. You don't believe that, even over the phone. You birthed him. You taught him how to lie, how to get away with lying. You know, but you don't address it. Maybe because you really want your son to be safe, to have a roof over his head, so you decide to hold onto that delusion. He never accepts your invitations to come over. He says he has work. You don't believe him. You say you understand.

It's been 10 years since you've seen your son. Your son, the one who went to college and made a life for himself in a town you've never heard of before, calls you one day. "He's dead" he says. Your free spirit is dead. He got into a car crush. You go to the funeral, alone. Your husband isn't there, not any other family members. It's only you, your son, and an IRS agent. (oh, what had he gotten himself into?) It's a close casket funeral. You desperately want to see your son's face again, but you don't think your heart could handle seeing him all bruised and broken from the crush.

Something's up with your son. You can't quite put your finger on it, but your mother instincts tell you that something is wrong. But you ignore it. Because of course something is wrong. One of your boys is going to be buried 6 feet under. You haven't seen your son in 10 years. So, your brain, your stupid brain, can't help but imagine your 17 year old son in that casket. Because that's the most recent memory you have of him. Of him being a loud, reckless, lovable teenager who never seems to sit down, now laying still, quiet, his chubby and rosy cheeks pale as snow. Imagination hurts just as real life does.

But it's that feeling again, that persistent feeling, that something is wrong. You don't notice how your son's sixth fingers look off in his gloves, or how his voice sounds more gruff than usual. Or maybe you do. But you try to ignore it.

You cry and cry in the funeral. Your son is dead. One of your boys is gone. You can't help but replay the past in your head, the "what if's" darting all over your mind like a roller coaster. You could have been a better mother. Been more stern to him so he studied and wasn't perceived as a failure to get kicked out. You could have done something that night. That dark, faithful night, that sealed your son's future. You could have reached out to him, helped him, insisted he came over, convinced him to tell you the truth about his life, you were his mother, you could have helped him, you could have you could have you could have!

But you didn't. It's too late now. Your free spirit is going to be buried 6 feet under. You will never see your boys together again.

Imagine being Caryn Pines.

[catliker49]

Lalala :o) Julie in Amy's silly Strawberry outfit -

Was just tinkering with a new brush for Colouring and such : - )

[oneemasan]

guess who forgot about this account again lmao

[diceptic0]

I do not have anything else to post for now this is all ur getting

[itseasytoremember]

I was downtown Toronto and witnessed a group of high school boys following a clearly queer couple yelling slurs at them. I was in my car, with the music on, and I could still hear them. So I did what anyone (at least on this website would do) and proceeded to yell at them if they wanted to yell those slurs at someone, they should wait right there and I'll be back in a second. they proceeded to DO THE NAZI SALUTE AND YELL THE F SLUR AT ME.

Yet the SECOND I park my car and get out? They fucking S P R I N T away. This is the thing, people like this love yelling this stuff and feeling indestructible, and if you don't react they feel like their beliefs are implicitly supported by the status quo. They need to know that is not the case.

Scare the Nazi out of them.

[shanklin]

Stanford never became friends with Fiddleford.

Instead he got himself a different small friend group who cares a lot about him. At least about the Ford he pretended to be in college.

A kind, soft spoken formerly bullied genius who researches very dull stuff in Oregon and definitely not anything weird. Their Ford would never break any rules or ignore safety measures [unlike that other student they heard about during their college years.]

And then Ford stops answering their calls and loses his grant. 

It’s time for an intervention and they start pestering Ford with letters and calls until he finally agrees to meet them at a science convention, but he’ll take his brother with him.

They’re relieved! Ford is with Shermie! They like Shermie! It's a good thing that Ford still has one brother who isn't a good for nothing selfish criminal who destroyed his entire future!

If they ever get their hands on Ford’s evil twin they’ll make sure he’ll regret ever messing with their friend. Ford is too nice for revenge. They aren’t.

Meanwhile at the not-yet Mystery Shack, the Stans freshly survived their own angsty canon divergent tale of two stans AU and locked Bill out of Ford's mind like a week ago.

Stan: I don’t know how long Ford will keep me around but this will be good for him. He needs some friends to take care of him after I inevitably get kicked out again!

Ford: I only agreed to this because Stan insisted and I still haven’t found a way to thank him and apologize. I hope all my “friends” die in a fire.

[puppetmaster13u]

I was looking at Klarion's design,

And started comparing it to Vlad's ghost form. Corpse pale (sometimes blue tinted)? Yep. Horn-hair? Yep. Red eyes? Yep. Cat? Yep. Eyeliner? Also yep. Suit? What do you know. Fire? Yeeep.

So anyway, what I'm saying is Klarion as de-aged Vlad raised by the chaos-lovers that is the Dannys & the rest of the team.

[problematicsashawaybright]

If I'm being so honest and risking sounding like an idiot, I don't understand daylight savings time at all...... I don't know when it is. I don't know why it happens or why we still do it. I don't know why some US states (Arizona & Hawaii?) don't do it but the rest do. I don't know which time of the year we go forward vs backward. I don't remember if we get more or less sleep or more or less daylight. At best, I hear about it a few days before and make sure my other clocks match my phone at some point the day after. At worst, I just feel weird for a few days until someone brings it up and I'm like "ohhh that's why". The clock in my car has been one hour off since the last time the time changed (because I didnt remember/didn't care enough to change it) so for the last several months, I've just converted the time in my head to the correct hour. I left for work today and noticed that it's finally accurate again. I am not a stupid person, nor am I an ignorant person, and I'm generally pretty observant about most things, but I just can't seem to remember the specifics of daylights savings time and it doesn't really affect my life enough for me to care. I fear if I got caught in a time loop, it would take me a LONG time to even realize something is off.

[lunaracee]

silly little cg redraw

[arumidden]

Apparently Alex Summers is a child prodigy who graduated high school at 16 and college at 19

(X-Men (1963) #56)

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

ChatGPT may be the thing that pushes me over the line of "Christians have to refrain from the world's technology"

[mythrilsdoodles]

Round three of coloring my sketches of the D&D!Lifers (original idea again courtesy of @theglitternet)

Featuring: Bdubs, Etho, and Impulse! (Again, does this group have a trio nickname?)

Thought processes for the designs below the cut:

Bdubs was assigned Wild Magic Sorcerer, and I ended up hybridizing his default Life Series skin with his mossy skin because I feel like Bdubs with a moss cloak/jacket is just way too iconic in the fandom by this point to not include. Helps with the messy gremlin vibes he has going that fits way too well with Wild Magic as a subclass. I ended up using that magenta color for his magic explosion, mostly because I didn’t know what other color to use and decided to just reuse the color of the dragon eye on his bandolier just to keep the palette concise. And I made him short because yes. Probably would be a halfling.

Etho was assigned Artillerist Artificer, and for his outfit I basically just translated his skin as best I could. I’ve never watched Naruto so I didn’t use Kakashi as any reference even thought that’s literally what Etho’s skin is. So I ended up just improvising based solely on his skin, and gave him a big ol’ canon to set off. Also, you can’t see it very well because his hair hides his ears, but I assigned him as an elf.

Impulse was assigned Arcane Trickster Rogue, and for his outfit I ended up kinda hybridizing a couple of his Life Series skins together and trying to incorporate at least a bit of leather armor because rogue. Oddly, for being one of my main POVs I watch, I had a hard time figuring out the colors and such. Though I’m pretty proud of how I basically snuck in his iconic “I” shape by having his leather chestpiece cover part of the yellow stripe on his tunic. And of course, he’s a tiefling to go along with the fanon of Impulse being an imp. I did experiment with adding a bit more of a yellowish tone to his tail and horns to push the tiefling idea but I didn’t like how that looked. The yellow spectral arm is his Mage Hand.

[bonsubear]

When will you make A part 3 of Invincible Variants x Female! Reader x Original Invincible?

Hi!

I'll probably have part three ready and posted by the end of this week? Earliest, which is what I hope for, is Friday but pushing it is Saturday/Sunday.

I don't want to give out a definite day if anything happens to make me focus on something else that takes priority, but so far that is what it's looking like! :)