#enjoy what you want

[dappy-dappernette]

Y'know how some wlm ships still have queer energy? Like AusHun or something like that-

Gerita is like that but the opposite. I have never seen a mlm pairing that feels so heterosexual.

[neelanders]

feel like i can’t see anything about charles anymore without it getting made into a lestappen thing 🤥

[the-metropolis-marvel]

Since I think it's gonna be topical so let's just say this

Friendly reminder that what the FANDOM thinks and what YOU think are 2 completely different things, reviews can suck your dick.

I've struggled with this in the past and today is the day I decided fuck it since for some reason everything I like is stuff that the fandom hates (few examples: SOME parts of black adam, I enjoyed a lot of phase 4 and 5 of the MCU, they arent perfect but I still am able to enjoy them, I acknowledge their flaws.I enjoy a lot of helluva boss and viziepop stuff in general,and a lot of the internet thinks I should be burned at the stake for it) I guess I'm a hypocrite bc I shit on @standard-human all the time for liking Gotham but I have realized my mistake and am gonna do better, also gonna say this

Fuck it I'm gatekeeping gatekeepers, if you shit on other people for enjoying something in a fandom that you don't, you're not a fan, Jesus fucking christ, marvel especially. It's so god damn childish at times

Anyway later today I'm watching the marvels and just wanted to put this out here for anyone who is like me and has their opinions changed based off of the opinions of others, it's ok to like what you like, people shouldn't be as toxic as they are

[supakixbabe]

Gosh, there’s this funny narrative going around: “You can’t say you like this person and that person because “said” company wasn’t always around.”

I mean, it’s not like new fans don’t arise on the daily. And it’s definitely not like indy wrestling was a thing and most wrestlers came off the indy scene to begin with. But what do I know?

I’m just a silly little wrestling fan.

[miss-fortune-thinks]

can we normalize not being good at the things we love?? i literally don’t give one singular little scrap of a fuck that i’m not that good at singing i still love doing it. YOU DONT HAVE TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING TO ENJOY IT!!!!!!!!!

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

Just want to post a little bit of encouragement.

Fanfiction is an outlet, a safe one actually. Writers can create a story they want that they can share or keep for themselves. They can make the characters whatever they want no matter what is canon. Readers have a plethora of fics to choose from (written from teenagers all the way up to people in their 60s or older) that fit what they desire to read at that time.

No matter what snarky comments are made about changing a character's gender, sexuality, looks, etc., the beauty of fanfiction is the creativity that spawns from a canon universe. We get to experience AUs or the fixing of a canon storyline. Don't let the haters get you down. Enjoy the beautiful world of fanfiction and knock the gatekeepers on their asses. 🤗

[alvariearmy]

Stop making people feel bad for enjoying things. I guarantee every single person in a first world country enjoys something that is arguably problematic. You could look at pretty much any person in power, any large company, whatever, and find at least one seriously fucked up thing. So just shut up and let people enjoy things, the world has gone to hell, people can barely afford gas, food, and heating for the coming winter, let them enjoy whatever they can without trying to make them feel guilty over it.

[mickedy]

Does anyone remember the internet when MLP first got popular and people online were insisting They were swearing up and down that the show was for adults, and that it was marketed towards kids but was Definitely For adults, full of mature humor and dark concepts and deep complex characters. and then nowadays you go look up an episode of MLP: FiM and the episode synopsis is something like Pinkie Pie Lost Her Balloon 🎈💔

[coolerdracula]

saying “visual style" because, for example, if you would swap your current wardrobe for an identical, ethically made counterpart, there would be no visible change

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[abnormalbubblegumman]

Beauty is not objective.

A marble statue isn't beautiful because it's a marble statue, there are thousands of them, thousands of marble statues that nobody gives a shit about.

But there's a lot of traditionally "ugly" artworks that are known worldwide. And this isn't because of some evil conspiracy to make the west fall. It's because those ugly pieces of art tend to have something. A message, a point, something that sticks with the person who's seeing it.

Some people talk about Hitler's paintings and how it was a big injustice that he wasn't picked by the vienna art academy and even try to pinpoint the blame on them by the holocaust. But the thing is, can anyone say anything about any of these paintings other than "oh, these are hitler's paintings". NO. You can't. Because there's nothing in these paintings of any value. No message, no point, no entertainment, nothing that makes the person seeing it say "wow, this is awesome". It's all boring, mediocre-to-decent landscape paintings that everyone has seem similar. Sure, it was technically alright, but there's literally nothing special about them other than the fact that one of the (if not THE) most evil man in history painted it.

Beauty is not some set of rules that you apply to things. There's not a rulebook that dictates "oh, this is pretty" or "oh, this is ugly". It's subjective, it's an opinion. And many times things that aren't "traditionally beautiful" can stick more and have more meaning to someone than something that is indeed "traditionally beautiful" a children's drawing is surely technically not as pretty as the painting of a castle. But said children's drawing can evoke many emotions. Nostalgia, sadness, happiness, even fear. What does the much technically better painting of a castle has to evoke other than a quiet "oh, that surely is a pretty well drawn castle"??? That's the answer you should keep to yourself.

Don't be stuck on traditional beauty in art. Don't be afraid of your art being seem as "ugly" by other people. Do what you love, put your passion into it. In the end, this is what will stuck with people and not how technically accurate your art is.

Be happy. Be nice. And keep drawing.

[kamenootblr]

“We need to gatekeep”

Nah fuck that.

Enjoy what ya want.

Who gives a shit.

Be smart or stupid playing with what ya want.

I’ll stick to enjoying my stuff by myself

[hailsatanacab]

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

[verflares]

(click for higher quality!) draconified link concept ive been chipping away at this past week ..... here's my funny little compendium concept for him:

"A heroic spirit has taken the form of this bestial dragon. Unlike it's kin, this creature exhibits an extremely aggressive disposition. It appears highly territorial, and will relentlessly chase down those who disturb its skywide patrols - of which it seems to be endlessly searching for either a long-time vassal or foe. Unfortunately, it seems the spirit within has long since forgotten exactly who it was looking for…"

[lilybug-02]

Pain is a great motivator…

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Meanwhile Toriel:

(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)

Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

a couple scribbles i cleaned up. also i think i like drawing him in varying states of distress