#but i am not trained

[frownyalfred]

Hello! Do you have any tips on how to portray characters canonically? I thought it’d be easy since I know the source material but it’s harder than it looks, at least for me. For the batfam snd superbat specifically though?

Thanks ❤️❤️

Hi anon! Pinning down canon is a nightmare on a good day.

Sometimes adherence to the particularities of canon can be our downfall. We spend too much time wondering if Jason's reaction to X event lines up with X comic run that we lose track of the emotion of a scene entirely.

For the Batfam and Superbat, there are so many competing characterizations in DC canon as it is. Ones where Bruce is a cold and distant parent, for example, and ones where he is kind and playful, etc etc.

If you're worried about your characters being, well, in-character, don't. Worry about your characters being well-rounded, being emotionally complex, and conveying your story where it needs to go.

My ultimate advice is to write your scene/story, and double back later to make sure things line up as best they can. Some details -- like whether Alfred would say "isn't" versus "is not" -- are easy, while others -- trying to make Bruce sound/feel like X comic run or Y fic -- are more complex.

Between you and me, anon, canon is a nightmare. My personal characterizations for the Batfamily and/or Superbat are an amalgamation of various characterizations I've read/absorbed, all averaged out against each other. I pull out pieces I like and discard the details I don't.

At the end of the day, your version of the characters is what matters. People might not like it, and that's their choice. What matters is if you like how you're writing your characters.

[4x01]

you don’t like country/folk/americana? you don’t like the soulful lamenting and colorful storytelling of poor workers and immigrants of the past? banjo banjo🪕?

[morebird]

[kinslxyers]

🦇🐞

this thang.

[aivy-saur]

So I went to my school's christmas concert yesterday and there's this band that got a lead vocalist that looks too much like Leona and it fucked me over so bad I couldn't stop myself from making this

[obsob]

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

[words-writ-in-starlight]

listen I expected literally Nothing from the D&D movie okay, like I can't make it clear enough that I expected the most soulless money grab with a good cgi budget imaginable, I went in having already gone through every stage of grief and landed on acceptance and LISTEN

I fucking CRIED during this dumb RPG movie. it wasn't just "not terrible" it was objectively good with a clever plot and compelling characters and sincere emotional beats. this movie loves D&D so fucking much and it NAILS the "a bunch of goobers try to be cool and accidentally discover The Power Of Friendship And Also Great Violence" classic D&D party vibe. their barbarian's last name is fucking Kilgore and my entire family cried in the theater.

I hope they make twelve of these motherfuckers.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 5: Flip Slip.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 4.5)

[tippifunandprose]

every time I read about this Disney vs DeSantis thing and the bit about how the agreement doesn't end “until 21 years after the death of the last survivor of the descendants of King Charles III, king of England" all I can think about is some bumbling caper where the Florida government repeatedly tries to assassinate the entire royal family just to spite Disney

[laundrybiscuits]

The officer leans close, jabbing a finger into Steve’s chest. “You’re damn lucky it ain’t ten years ago or one state over,” he growls. “You could be looking at a felony charge, serving 15 to life. We didn’t stand for this kind of thing in Hawkins when I joined the force.”

Steve just folds his arms and gives the officer a bored look. “Okay,” he says. “Good talk. Can I see my boyfriend now?”

The officer sneers, but he steps aside to let Steve through. They’ve got Eddie cuffed to the hospital bed with another gun-toting guard in the corner. 

“Jesus christ,” snaps Steve. “He’s not gonna escape, he can’t even walk right now. Why don’t you clear out and give us a little privacy, huh?”

“Sorry,” says the guard, not sounding all that sorry. “It’s for his own protection.”

Fuck. He’s gonna have to hope Eddie can follow his lead. All that practice pretending to be a wizard or whatever has to be good for something, right?

He perches on the side of Eddie’s bed and takes his hand. He can do this. “Hey, gorgeous. How’re you feeling?” 

“Uh,” says Eddie, eyebrows doing something hilarious. “Steve?”

“It’s okay,” says Steve. He rubs his thumb over Eddie’s knuckles. This is the most they’ve ever touched, he thinks—the most that was just skin, no layers of denim or leather in between. Not even a layer of blood and dirt. 

He swallows and keeps going, willing Eddie to develop freaky mind-reading powers all of a sudden. “I know you didn’t want to tell anyone about us, but I had to, baby. I’m sorry. I had to tell them you were, y’know, with me when…when Jason killed Chrissy.”

“You didn’t have to tell them about us,” says Eddie slowly. He’s giving Steve kind of an intense look. “Honey-pie. I’m sure there’s gotta be another way. One without as many consequences for you that you might not have thought all the way through.”

“There really isn’t,” Steve says. Thank god Eddie’s so quick on the uptake. Sure, he’s being a stubborn dick about it, but at least it doesn’t seem like he’s going to let anything slip. 

“Fucking hell,” sighs Eddie. “Don’t suppose we can put that pesky little cat back in the bag. Okay. Darling angel, light of my life, corndog of my soul, who else knows?”

Corndog of my soul, Steve mouths to himself. “Just the cops. And Robin and Nancy, obviously. And—oh, remember Hopper?”

“Do I remember Hopper, he asks. Oh, pudding-pop. The late Chief Hopper and I spent so, so much quality time together over the years; he was practically a father figure to me. And just as with my actual dear old dad, his departure was cause for great rejoicing in Casa Munson.”

“Sorry to break the bad news, then. Hop’s alive, and he—uh, he knows everything.” Steve tries to communicate the scope of everything by kind of tilting his head back and forth. “He’s been…helping.”

“Huh. No shit,” says Eddie. Steve can’t tell whether or not he’s getting it. To be fair, there’s a lot to get. “Okay, gallant knight errant of mine, any news on whether or not I’m getting sprung from this charmingly appointed dungeon?”

“We’re…Hopper’s working on it. That’s why I’m. Y’know. Here. To tell you that they know about us.” 

“Cool, right, understood.” Eddie closes his eyes, leaning back on his pillow. It’s so strange to see him in nothing but a hospital gown against white sheets. He looks like a wrung-out dishtowel. 

There’s a commotion from outside, raised voices saying something like you let him what and haven’t even interrogated the Munson kid yet and not a legal status you fuckin—

“Time’s up, sweetheart,” says Eddie, mouth quirking up into the ghost of a smile. “Anything else you wanna say before they decide to upgrade my security?”

“Uh,” says Steve. He’d mostly been focusing on getting the basics of Eddie’s alibi across in a convincing way, and he can’t remember if there were any other details Eddie should know. 

He hears the door slam open behind him, and panics. “Love you, bye,” he says, and ducks in to brush a quick kiss across Eddie’s chapped lips. The last thing he sees as he’s hauled bodily out of the room by a pissed-off detective is Eddie with his eyes gone enormous and shocked, lifting his uncuffed hand to his mouth, looking and looking at Steve like something is always going to be different from now on, forever.

(ETA: small continuation here!)

[blithe-bee]

So @calysto1395 has been working on a ZoLaw modern!AU and I just had to draw the scene from a snippet she sent me. More snippet behind the read more:

edit: fic is also now available here!

“Laaaw-” Bepo leans into the break room, too cheerful for the early morning. He looks over witheringly while clutching his coffeecup for dear life. “Someone is asking for you.” Bepo tells him, giggling. 

“If it’s Vergo, tell him to jump into a river and drown.” Law replies. There’s a hair floating in his cup and Law stares at it for a long time, contemplating sticking his hands into the scalding liquid before he grabs a spoon instead. 

“No, it’s your friend from the train.” Law is frowning at his coffee as the hair evades his spoon.

“What friend?” He asks before his brain catches up and he realizes that Bepo can only mean one person. Law looks up just to see Marco blatantly paying attention as he pours himself his own cup.

“You know the hunk with the green hair and the big bag-“ Bepo explains, miming the vague shape of a human.

Law abandons the hair and the spoon so he can rub his eyes. 

“Ohh, resting bitch face? Scar on the left eye?” Marco asks causing both Law and Bepo to stare at him. He has the same serene crooked smirk he always has as he takes a leisurely sip from his mug.

Law squints at him. “Bepo, tell him to wait in my office and also never say the word ‘hunk’ ever again.” Bepo snickers and disappears as Law points at Marco. “You know him?” Law asks and surprises himself at the hint of jealousy that comes through (that’s his stranger damn it).

[AU and writing by @calysto1395 ]

[classichorrorblog]

10 Movies From The 2010s To Consider For October/Halloween

[novicedraws]

Random AU time, instead of being raised on earth realm and trained by the monks. Raiden is Li Mei's second in command and is naturally gifted with the powers of lighting/thunder.

[deanmarywinchester]

i like this substack article I found while googling jamie loftus’s book on hotdogs. it’s like a poem on the subject of “you can do whatever you want forever” to me

[bucktommys]

wait bc im so fascinated by the tags of that poll

[otiksimr]

Death song from HTTYD?

Race to the Edge is quite literally one of the best media to come out of HTTYD.