#i'll just stay here for a while

[somedayillbepeterpan]

I made a post about a side by side of Pen and Colin's first and last dance (so far) from S1 and S3 and now I'm drowning in the feels of it.

LOOK AT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THESE TWO LAST SHOTS

S1E1 - Vauxhall ball dance

Them being such babies. Them jumping around, utterly caught by the energy of the dance. This is the first dance that Pen ever has after she's come out in society and I want to say that this is the first time that she's actually seen Colin as a man after he "rescued her". This is when the rose-coloured tinted glasses are shining brightly on her face as she looks at this boy she grew up with dancing with her in public, laughing and holding her in his arms. This is the first time she was held by another man in her life (I don't think her dad was ever affectionate towards her). Her first physical encounter with a man and it's with Colin no less (Colin really is first in everything where Penelope is concerned).

Even though there is a closeness between her and Colin already at this time, there is always Eloise in the middle. We think that Eloise being away in S3 gave them a chance to be alone together but Pen's 1st season out in society actually also gave the first chance of being alone with Colin (and then Marina came and ruined it all).

I also want to note that Pen is utterly cute in this scene. Ladies aren't supposed to wear their hair out the way Pen has it here. This alone should have told us that she is a rebel but also of how invisible she is.

Last thing to note (and this maybe just because of editing or this very beautiful but challenging height difference these two have blocking wise) is that we don't really see their faces clearly (I checked the actual video and it really is shot like that). We're only meant to feel the amusement these two have over this brief dance and I'm sure Pen went home on Cloud 9, thinking about this dance over and over.

It was her first romantic core memory.

Now we go to this scene:

S3E8 - Dankworth - Finch ball dance (Butterfly dance)

I have so many feelings about this dance. Firstly, their hand size difference!

Their smiles! Them overcoming such a huge obstacle! Colin just blasting every other love confession I've seen on this show! Them accepting each other fully, finally seeing each other for who they are. Them now ready to fully embrace their married life. I could go on and on and I will.

Both looking so ridiculously happy in this slow, intimate dance. Both looking so sexy and powerful, showing their acceptance of their maturity. It took them a while and a whole angsty journey but watching them take each step towards each other spoke to my heart and soul deeply. Their smiles in this dance was such a treat after being subjected to heartbreak.

In comparison with the shot in S1E1, we see both from their heads to their body (heart) but behind other dancers. I'm just thinking that this is the director saying this now will be your POV of Pen and Colin-- at the start of living their lives openly.

(I'm feeling sleepy now but I want to finish this)

It is so rewarding to see the journey that Pen and Colin goes through. I've been rewatching all 3 seasons and catching the growth between these two is so fascinating. The parallels, the clues, the subtle performances that Nic and Luke have been presenting on the table since S1. All so overwhelming at times at how privileged I feel to see their story laid out so beautifully.

What a gift Pen and Colin's love story is. I love their love and I'll stay here just for a little bit.

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[deikshen]

What if Heavenly Demons come from being children of a ascended God with a Demon?

Of course, that would be an explanation for why they are relatively few, so powerful, and why the ones we know the most (LBG and ZZL) have their blood diluted. It is practically impossible for a pure offspring to arise between two Heavenly Demons unless it is direct incest. More than a species, they are a direct result of, who knows, a Blood Demon, where 90% of the Blood Parasites' abilities to heal or attack others could come from + the OPness of an ASCENDED GOD.

So it's not just that they've died out after a long lineage. It's that they've ACTUALLY been few and far between from the beginning. The Heavens know that even if immortality accompanies an ascended God and a demon, and even if they leave behind a progeny of, what, ten children over the course of a century?? there would be nothing but an internal war between the heavens and the demon realm to hunt them down. They have the best of both realms. They ARE part light - part dark. They can give in to the abyss in their hearts or embrace the goodness of the heavens. They can be something horrible or the best thing that ever happened to the world.

They are not the legacy of a dying species. They are not the worn-out result of what time and exhaustion do to the powerful. They are… the result of love. The result of a forbidden love that was perhaps kept secret. The result of an ascended God who loved too much, a demon who renounced the evil of their spirit, they are the children of those who betrayed who they were and who they believed for their family.

They are the legacy of something beautiful.

They are a legacy of love.

Imagine Shen Qingqiu, married to Luo Binghe, FINDING OUT ABOUT THAT.

[shimmershy]

Chara Week Day 5: Ghost

Every time I see that machine in the True Lab, I wonder if it could possibly be Chara's soul in there? Probably unlikely, but not impossible... It's interesting to think about what the implications of that would be.

A version with no text and then a version with just the machine, because I think it looks pretty cool and ominous alone as well.....

[residentialsinyomakai]

YO-TOBER DAY 10....A DAY LATE: PISTACHIONYAN

....Plus a little message!

(The Rongo Swirll was an idea from a friend aidjoekf)

But anyways, just gonna say that as much as I wanna, I'm not gonna have time to do it every day as I'm sure you've noticed (* ´ ▽ ` *)ﾉ thank you for your understanding!!

Under cut there'll be the usual alt as well as a small doodle dump!! ^u^

Alt + sketches for my favorite day of yo-tober so far 💔 I love the Tough Tribe!!!

Heres this little shading practice I'm kinda proud of! I had fun drawing the eye :)

A LOT of squid stuff.....and I still have more. I'll post them on SpaceHey tho!! (@squ1dcurry btw -u-) one of those is a goofy different outfit inspired by the puni puni event fit + his original!

And timidevil!!! He's a cutie pie ^u^

anyways, I'll be off for now!

[kitchensinksurrealism]

I hate my job button -> 🔴

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  . ooc : hello ! so i'm going on an trip on friday and traveling across the world so this is a psa that i might be on the slower side especially within these next few days ! i'll get to what i can, whenever i can ♡ take care everyone !!!

[nicistrying]

Married people / people in long term relationships, most likely with men

I have to know. How do you get them to do anything. I love Matt so much, but god he just will not clean the fucking house. He'll vacuum and wash dishes and do laundry and that's the extent of what it occurs to him to do. He made crumble the other night for his friend who has had a horrible breakup, which is so sweet of him! But he left all the mess in the kitchen, crumbs and spillages all over the benches. Who cleaned it up? Me

I nag and nag that I have to do all the housework myself, despite working just as much as him, and he just says he 'forgets'. Forgets to put his drink on a coaster and then gets upset when I get annoyed that there's water marks on the coffee tables. Forgets that the bathroom is gross and could do with a wipe around. Forgets to make the bed. Forgets that the kitchen needs cleaned.

I refuse to accept 'forgetting' as an excuse tbh because he lives in this house too? He can see that things get dirty and still just leaves it for me to do? It feels disrespectful and like he sees it as a woman's job. Which I don't think he does, but because he doesn't do it it automatically fallls to me bc if I don't do it, we just live in a dirty house.

Idk am I being a dick? It's really pissed me off this morning that I went out with Maggie at 6am, walked for an hour in the freezing cold, and came home and had to make the bed that he was the last to get out of, and clean up more crumble crumbs from him portioning out crumble for his friends. Idk I'm feeling like he puts sooo much thought and effort into making other people happy which is one of my favourite things about him, but I don't appreciate being left to clean up his mess while everyone else just sees the finished product. It makes me feel like a witch when he comes home and I'm pissed off about cleaning up after him.

Soooo yeah if anyone has any advice on feeling like a housewife in 2024 where we both work full time and everything else is shared equally between us, let me know bc 'nagging' (I hate that word) gets me nowhere.

[rjshope]

April recepify!

thank you @raplinenthusiasts for tagging me🌷

tagging: @jkvjimin @cordiallyfuturedwight @kimseokjinn @jinstronaut @outroindigo @taehyunghobi @kimtaegis @taee (no pressure as usual <3)

[whatacartouchebag]

Alright, so like.

Big massive Blue Eye Samurai spoilers that I'll tag appropriately if you're filtering for that, but I am freaking out about this single shot in the finale. The rest of it was delightful as hell, but that's a whole other post that I probably won't get to jkhdfjk

The fuckin... the sheer perfection of the narrative within this single shot is making me climb the walls and I immediately paused it to just draw a sharp breath at this scene.

Akemi, craving nothing more in her whole life than to escape from her life of royalty and suffocation and pressure and having every little thing decided for her before it's ever given thought. Seeking only freedom from men's choices. Needing only to be seen as a person.

Taigen, a man bound by incredibly strong honour, to follow the rules, to be a man amongst men, to be the strength he only wishes he could be. There is nothing about him that isn't for the supposed greater good that is so rigid in his mind (even in this scene, he comes around a little in his pleas to her, but give him time, he's still learning).

Both of them staring the other down on this bridge between worlds, knowing what lies at their backs, and knowing what the other sees over their shoulders.

And a thread that tied them both to their own anchors of their old lives now laying dead between them.

Akemi, staring into the beautiful and peaceful freedom that is finally within her grasp, seeing a pristine sky and flourishing greens, a life she's only tasted from the outside, now so close to her should she only walk towards it. A life of her own choosing. Her own destiny to carve and mould in her hands like so much potter's clay.

Taigen, seeing the very world he's strived for, the very person he's risked everything for; all of it haloed in a crumbling, fiery mess, collapsing on itself as she tells him no. All his honour, for nothing. A life of death and loss and little else left in his hands after all his work.

Everything behind her of this old life turning to ash as she tells him she's going to be the strength he wishes he could be.

Everything behind him feeling so devoid of life and the happiness he seeks as he watches her defy him, reducing him to nothing as he witnesses the sheer gods damned strength of this woman.

[vaggieslefteye]

There are leaks of Season 2 - I will not talk about or engage with any of it on this blog. If you have the hazbin tags blocked, rest assured, I'm not going to be one of those people that posts about it. If/when I talk about season 2, it will ONLY be through what the official sources give out, WHEN they are intended to be announced, and nothing more.

That being said, I'm closing asks/all forms of requests for the time being, just to be on the safe side. I will probably keep posting stuff, but I'm turning off my notifs for this blog in general for a while.

[iniziare]

do you write?

Mel semi-dared me to type: “No, leave me alone.” So I have to include it. But in all seriousness, I'll respond this once, because it does allow me to update people a little bit. Though please know that your notification did have me pause mid-writing. Now, I want to politely, and respectfully direct you to my description on both dash-only and on my blog's theme, I also want to point your attention to my pinned post, and I believe that it's even in my rules, but I could be wrong. Though let me repeat it here:

The depictions you'll find here are canon-strict, and so you can expect many analyses of all kinds here, as dissecting the characters that I write is what I'm passionate about, and what I'm here for (and to write, of course!)

I admit, usually I aim to write more threads/asks consistently even if I'm excessively slow, and though I haven't updated the dash about my circumstances for a while (as I'm decently private about my life), know that writing meta has simply come a lot easier lately when time has permitted me to be on Tumblr. Now, that doesn't mean I don't value people's interest in writing with me, and I will live up to the promises that I've made that I will get to that (as I have occasionally done lately, and was in process of doing again)— but when meta comes easier to me, then I prioritize that as of late, simply because stress' best counter is the distraction that comes the easiest. Now this isn't by any means a waste of time, as it plays into what I quoted above. Because ultimately, here's my thing: I make it exceptionally clear everywhere on my blog that I am canon-strict (or as Tumblr, sadly, disrespectfully seems to call it nowadays: a 'lore purist'), and that this leads me to write a lot of analyses left and right on the characters that I write, but these are fundamental to understanding my portrayals of them. If that isn't your cup of tea, sir, or ma'am, then maybe this isn't the blog for you, and I don't mean that with malice, or in disrespect, but simply as a simple rebuke. In that, I greatly appreciate you checking in on behalf of my writing partners, but I'm also quite certain that they have the capacity to approach me themselves if they have any concerns. Have a nice day or night, wherever you are!

[throughpatchesofviolet]

Apologies to all my non-Project Moon mutuals who have seen me come back from the brink of despair only to yap about Heathcliff finally getting an ID I've wanted for ages. I know 90% of what I say about Limbus makes little to no sense, but the main thing is that I love Heathcliff and he's getting so much attention in recent events, it's making me feel a ridiculous amount of euphoria.

[v-tired-queer]

⚠️ Post trigger warnings: mentions of people being queerphobic, mentions of past mental and emotional abuse, mentions of using religion to justify being a jerk, descriptions of physical symptoms of anxiety, mentions of parents passing away

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It took me two months and a bit to realize that the way the inside of my body suddenly feels cold, the way my stomach feels like its dropped, why I need to take deeper breaths to feel like I'm actually getting good air, and the way my body starts to shake uncontrollably around WICS (Woman I Can't Stand--it's the most polite thing I can call her) is all due to a panic response. I haven't had a panic attack since high school, so suddenly going back to having physical symptoms of my anxiety threw me for a loop. I thought I was dehydrated.

It's such a strange sensation for me. Mentally, I'm not really panicking, at least not at the forefront of my mind. WICS can't do anything to me. She has no say in what does or doesn't happen in this house, she doesn't live here, and she can't do anything with my stuff. The worst she can do (and continues to do) is run her mouth and be, simply put, mean and annoying. I wondered why she, specifically, invokes such a strong reaction out of me, and then I realized: she's just enough like everyone who's abused me all rolled into one.

She's mentally and emotionally tormented me since the day I had to decide to take my mother off of life support in ways that my ex step-father would be proud of. She hides behind religion to excuse her bigotry and carries around a self righteous attitude that makes my dad look like an atheist. She argues with her mother more than my parents did, and that took up 90% of my childhood. She mouths off about me and voices her very loud objections about the way I live my life (in relation to me being queer) to everyone she can behind my back like we're in high school. And the one time I had a seizure around her she chose to do absolutely nothing--not even put a pillow under my head--and complain about me to her sister on the phone instead, like basic first aid is a privilege I don't deserve.

Just one more week, give or take. One more week and then I'll be out of this God forsaken house and away from these people for the rest of my life. I won't have to deal with her or anyone else here anymore. I'll be safe. I'll be okay. I can finally move forward.

And the best part that probably makes me at least a little bit petty? They don't know when I'm leaving, which means they don't know when my brother will be coming by for the appliances and shelves that belonged to our mother.

Hey, we're just following Biblical law: it says that he, being both the son and the oldest, inherited our parents belongings when they passed. He agreed to take said he wanted them, and it's his right to have them. Sorry, WICS. She'll just have to get her own coffee maker and kitchen shelves 💁🏼😌

[shrews-things]

Yesterday my little brother called because a stranger, a worker at a bakery told him that he really reminded her of a friend and that he's nearly identical to this friend she has, and said my name. Turns out she's the lady from the secondhand book cart I used to live next to and befriended her while walking by nearly every day, but then I moved and she switched jobs and I haven't seen her in months and I've been wondering how she's doing every time I shopped at a book cart and apparently she remembers my name too and thinks of me as a dear friend. Idk it just made me happy and I feel like there's a poem to write here but I'm not very good with words