#i should be more understanding of that

[soosoosoup]

Funk branch au

Au and branch design by @bbc-trolls

[deimosatellite]

[buggachat]

i totally get how season 5 isn't everyone's cup of tea and that's totally fair and i understand!! however. i just can't relate because this is just so balls to the walls crazy that i am so endlessly entertained

lila stole all of the agreste lore from nathalie and also has been wearing a wig this entire time. felix snapped the entirety of earth away. chloe became the fucking mayor and then had an emotional breakdown sobbing alone when she lost it. kagami and felix having a random cringe (/positive) whirlwind romance like the two sheltered awkward teens they are. adrien and marinette kissing on the steps of a private jet in a dramatic emotional moment. ADRIEN had the coveted chat blanc nightmare in a sandboy adjacent akuma. adrien just is Cursed with endless nightmares now (and rose and juleka????) and lives in a sensory deprivation chamber. marinette knows all the senti lore now and was told via the most theater-kid interpretive perfomance art hallucination ever?????????

and i am LIVING for all of it. i am SO ENTERTAINED.

[gummi-ships]

[brucewaynehater101]

Alright. Willis Todd being an abusive father to Jason is a trope often utilized. Comparing this version of him to Bruce's reactions to Red Hood is fantastic. Lots to analyze there.

However, I raise you. There needs to be more fanwork addressing the classism behind Willis Todd being characterized as an abusive alcoholic. In some version of canon, Willis Todd was a good dad in a shitty situation. He was poor, his wife (Catherine) was sick, and he had a newborn baby he needed to provide for. In this horrid situation, where he has no family to fall back on and no higher education to obtain a decent well-paying job, he tries to get quick money. He's desperate to keep both his wife and son alive.

Catherine turns to drugs because it's easier and cheaper to buy drugs than healthcare. The pain she experiences is debilitating, and she'd do anything to not feel pain for one godsdamned second. Unfortunately, this turns into an addiction.

This ultimately shapes the way that Jason views crime. Bruce, while he may be sympathetic to individuals who resort to crime to pay their bills, will not understand huddling in Crime Alley in the dead of winter as he debates whether to buy food or pay for heating. He won't understand the bitterness, hatred, pain, and resignation of never having enough money to survive as you get chewed up again and again.

If Jason's dad is just an abusive criminal, that not only perpetuates the notion that all criminals are evil, but it will shape how Jason views those who commit crime. Breaking the law doesn't make someone bad. There's plenty of reasons people commit crime, whether to survive, protect someone, or something else. The issue, especially in Gotham, is the system that perpetuates wealth inequality through bribes and unethical governmental practices.

Anyway, I think Jason's Red Hood is more fleshed out if it accounts for him acknowledging the desperation behind goons and small-time criminals because he grew up without other options.

[villain-in-love]

You know, thinking logically, there's a good reason why Casper is so gullible and easily falls for MC's trolling with scams.

It's not that he's an idiot, it's literally the first time he has to deal with someone who can blatantly lie to his face. He never talked to a mortal before, his social circle consists entirely of other reapers, and none of them are able to lie. Plus he has very limited life experience because he has always been too busy with his job.

And that's probably also the reason why he didn't try to prove that he's an actual grim reaper for the first few days and was just expecting for MC to take his word for it. Because it was always enough before.

[bottombaron]

oh ok so its the usual no-homo bullshit you always hear, good to know.

[theminecraftbee]

you know what would be a fun hotguy au actually. play fully into "he's an action star reliving his glory days" and say that scar is an actor who stared in the hotguy movies. he's in his forties at least now and much less capable of doing his own stunts than he once was, but he still considers himself hotguy and takes some pride in at least doing SOME of his own stunts. but the key here is that he's a "fairly athletic for a guy in his late forties" actor, NOT a superhero. (grian, his partner and assistant, reminds him this a lot.)

but the man who came to just ask him for help doesn't know that.

skizz doesn't know that.

skizz thinks hotguy is real.

and skizz is in real trouble. the kind of trouble that needs a hero. the kind of trouble he's not sure he knows how to get out of again.

so what does it hurt if scar just... pretends for long enough to get the real authorities to skizz? what does it hurt if scar tries to be hotguy for a little bit? he plays him on tv, how hard could it be?

and things devolve from there,

[artsychanel]

jude duarte.

[formosusiniquis]

steddie relationship reveal coming not from the kids walking in on them or accidental pda but because Eddie's combat balance suddenly gets better and they realize it's cause Steve (the better strategist) is helping him with the combat prep. They know it's love cause Eddie threatened to shave Tews and blame it on Dustin the one time he picked up the wrong notebook/no one gets to see Eddie's DnD planning

[junotter]

All the jokes about Ken and horses are good but I just wanna say it's such a good parallel to how actual young men get swept into misogyny and the patriarchy.

Like they're told to believe it means men get to be cool and manly and have this power but with that comes extremely rigid commands of what they can be as a man and a cycle of self hatred for never matching those gender roles perfectly. Patriarchy tells men that if they just do exactly what is expected of them, then they get all the "cool stuff" that comes with. That doesn't work though when there's only a small group that actually gets that power, but men will keep trying to fit into those roles in hopes that they can.

In the end there are no horses or the myth men are told, it's just endless cycles of self hatred and ingroup fighting.

[elbdot]

Here comes a very special mare Her name was "Ode". She was like mother nature incarnated. Visiting her was special. She had an incredibly soothing, calming aura to her. Petting her made you feel grounded, as you stood next to her incredibly massive body and her enormous hooves. And she was as patient and kind as ever to every soul who came to spend her a visit.

We loved her dearly. But the farmer who owned her didn't take care of her well. After selling his other horses, Ode was standing alone on a paddock for over half a year. No one brought her into the stable, no one gave her any shelter and no one took care of her hooves. We tried everything to get Ode away from her owner, but in the end, the only solution was money. After we collected enough from friends and family and invested some of our savings, we bought her free and found a new loving home for her.

Ode lived another beautiful year owned by a loving family on a big farm with lots of other horses and instantly became the new leader of the herd. We stayed in contact with the family and heard how well Ode was doing, how much she blossomed in her new home. But one winter morning, she refused to get up. Through the neglect of her former owner, she had developed arthrosis in her legs and she was unable to stand without pain. Her family decided to release her. That was a couple of years ago. I still miss her dearly. She has left a lasting impression on me like no other horse ever has and I wouldn't be surprised if she was a Goddess of nature in disguise. Despite her life being cut short, I am glad we were able to give her one last year full of love and joy.

Cheers to you, Ode, on whichever plain you're now running free💖

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 71: shy

[answermywearyquery]

the theerapanyakul kids: how close are you with each other?

loan’s kinnporsche 2nd anniversary: favourite familial relationship: the theerapanyakul kids (insp: ½+½)

[quinns-art-box]

happy valentines day <2 i participated in a vday art collab project with the v3 gift exchange server again this year!!! these are the three sketches i did with my own color slapped on them

[dollypopup]

I can't stop thinking about Colin on his travels. Colin, alone, on a journey to 17 different cities, across several countries. Colin on his own.

Colin who writes letter after letter, to his family, to his friends, and barely gets a response back. How long before he understands that they didn't get lost in the mail? How long until he realizes that, just like when he was a boy, no one has the time for him? The space for him? How many letters unanswered before he lets it finally take root and fester in his mind?

He could have died on that tour.

Would they even notice? Would they see when the letters slow until they cease? Would they wonder why? His mum, surely (maybe, possibly, but she has enough on her hands, besides, and he's never been a concern, in need of her assistance, before), but anyone else? Anthony on his honeymoon, Eloise a stormcloud personified, Benedict taking on the familial responsibilities, Fran preparing for the marriage mart and in Bath, regardless. Daphne, his closest sister, a mum running her own estate.

Greg and Hyacinth who enjoy his stories, but are children.

Pen who ignores him. No explanation, no goodbye.

Colin who has no one in his corner. Colin who travels city to city, putting on personas. Will they like me? What about now? Colin who has hardly anything to read from the people he loves. Who do not think of him.

And yet he thinks of them. Brings them back gifts, writes his recollections for them until it hits him that, oh, they don't care. They don't care what he's doing, how he's doing. They didn't want to hear it before, when he was there with them, and they do not want to hear it now, either. Did they even open those envelopes? Did they see them come through the post, just as proof he's alive, and shrug off the contents? Did they look? Once, Colin sends an empty page. No one notices. Easier, then, to send just the outsides. People only ever care about the outsides. Pretty and prim in neat packages, uncaring of what lies beneath. Sea sick on the rocking boats, staring up at stars on the continent, Colin grows aware, but not bitter. Sad, but resigned.

He loves his family, he loves Pen, loves them to grace, loves them to it's okay. It was him, he determines. Too chatty, his letters too long, uninteresting, his passions dull or droll, or else, worse, he's displeased them in some way. Colin who takes refuge in stranger's arms and homes, who dreams and tries to sate his curiosity. Colin who pretends, because anyone, anyone but him would be received better, he's sure of it. Colin who must talk too much, surely, and with no one to listen. Colin who learns to hush.

Yes. Remarkable- as in, I have many remarks about it.

How many times did he go to excitedly write of what he did that week, and stopped himself, knowing it was a waste? How many times did he write and throw into the fire a letter asking Why don't you see me? Why don't you care?

If he didn't make it, how long would it take for anyone to notice? A month? Two? A year? Would they wave it off as his frivolity, denounce him as a flake and fume about the funds? Would they wonder where it was he had lost himself off at?

He cannot fall into that, so, he writes in his journal, instead. Of the ache of it, of how he longs for connection, for understanding, for someone to take him seriously. He keeps it with him, this log of his discontent, of his folly and felicity, of his pitfalls and pains.

If he didn't make it, would they realize all that's left of him is what he sent them, not even a body to bury? Did he look over the side of a bow of a boat and look at the churn of the ocean and think of how many bones it held? Did he tip his face to the sun? How many new scars did he earn? Who did he befriend?

Who did he become?

Somewhere along the line, Colin learned. He learned the real him wasn't wanted.

Somewhere along the line, somewhere between Patmos and Paris, Colin left Colin behind.

And, somewhere along the line, Colin laid face to face with loneliness in his bed, and it wrapped its arms around him.