#in weird point in my life i think

[gascreates]

a new star

[handcat]

where’s that catcrumb of a cat screaming UNLOVED UNLOVED UNLOVED pls i need to post it for attention

[hinamie]

doodles

[qprstobin]

I'm gonna be frank, Eddie just does not give me the impression that he was bullied all that much in high school to me. Especially as he got older, like he was the school drug dealer, he was not getting beat up by the same jocks who were going to be buying from him later that week. It just doesn't make sense to me!

I'm not saying he was never bullied at all (personally I think he was probably bullied by the people in his grade in like middle school, but leant more into the satanic image by the time he got to high school (which is when the satanic panic wouldve been starting) and people became more afraid to mess with him or it stopped when BS started dealing) or that people can't headcanon and project onto pm. It's fandom, do what you want lol. I've just gotten to the point where fics lose me whenever they claim Tommy/Steve/Jason was going around beating the shit out of him or shoving him in the halls every week or the like. Eddie just does not give the impression that he is scared of the jocks normally. He looks down on them and thinks he's better than them! He taunts them openly in front of everyone and pontificates on table tops.

I think if you take it in that context too, it makes the town turning on him more sinister? Like obviously, satanic panic was only growing at that point, and it was within the last year or two they started pointing at metal and D&D as recruiting centers for satanic cults. (Eddie also like an asshole is walking around with a satanic symbol on his jacket - peak edgy teen in the middle of a moral outcry.) But while people might've been afraid of him, and most definitely talked about him behind his back, that's worlds away from mob violence. The change was startling, even if Eddie might be able to see it on the horizon.

Idk to me that's more of what the hunt the freak line was about. The knowledge that they could turn on you and would if you gave them a reason (or if you want to go with the Eddie is closeted interpretation - if he got outed). I think he probably has been called the freak for a while but honestly I think he's proud of it at this point.

Obviously all of this is up to interpretation, I guess I've just gotten to the point where a lot of the popular fanon interpretation doesn't feel like Eddie to me anymore

[zivazivc]

guess who

I've seen a few artists I like making human art and I got inspired to make my own.

First version was based just on their character designs and personality, and what inspired their look in the first place. Second version happened when I took into account their backstory and what I imagine human versions of their parents' would look like. I don't consider either of these "canon", because to me they're just trolls but it was a fun experiment to try.

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming of me drawing little colorful dolls

[ciderjacks]

Wip

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[croakings]

i apologize for mithrunposting incessantly but honestly if any of you expected better of me you shouldn't have

anyway i get it and some of the failguy jokes are funny. i can tell that nothing i've run into is even malicious. but also it would be really cool and awesome if there were simply less posts calling a disabled person a failure or baby or a dog or whatever for needing accommodation or extra help, especially when like. hey did you know the source material very on purpose did not do anything remotely like that. critical thinking question: could there be some reasons these phrases are not great, potentially

[silverwhittlingknife]

snippet: post-Batman 654

(I was reading this and wanted to write the inevitable phone call with Dick afterward sfdsfds)

Tim's calling. Dick snatches up the phone. He's been waiting impatiently for this call. Please let Bruce not have screwed it up, please -

"Hey," Tim says, voice wry.

"Hey," Dick says. And he can't be absolutely sure, because Bruce has been so weirdly nervous about this and dragging his feet, but the warmth in Tim's voice is encouraging. "Any news?"

"Well," Tim says. "Bruce says you would like me to have your room. Even though there are, like, six thousand rooms in this place."

He has to laugh. "I told him - oh, God, never mind. Please tell me he managed to spit out the rest of it."

What Dick had actually said was, Well, offer him my room, then! Bruce, you can't let him live in the stable, come on. I thought you were gonna talk to him as soon as you got back to Gotham. And Bruce said stiffly, 'Stable' is a misnomer, I've had it converted into an apartment and professionally cleaned, and Dick said, I don't care, you have a house, and Bruce said, It's what he wanted, stiffer than ever, and Dick said, Did you actually ask him, or did you psych yourself out, and Bruce was silent.

At first, Bruce's complete inability to talk to Tim about something that Tim would obviously want had been a balm over the old wound of how long it had taken Bruce to offer adoption to Dick. But it had dragged on so long that Dick was torn between amusement and exasperation. It had been several months since the cruise, when Dick had awkwardly broached the subject in private and Bruce had said he was going to offer once they got back to Gotham. Dick had assumed he meant as soon as they got back to Gotham, so it had been baffling to hear from Tim that he'd moved into the stable (the stable!!!) and was apparently planning on staying there indefinitely. So Dick called Bruce, a few times actually, and every time Bruce said that he was planning on it.

"He offered to adopt me," Tim confirms, a smile in his voice. "I mean, he said a lot of other stuff trying to work his way around to it, but, uh, yeah. That was the general point. Spill. What did you say to him?"

"We weren't talking behind your back," Dick clarifies. "I mean, okay, only temporarily. I provided moral support. But somebody had to, Tim. I've never seen him dither so much, it's like he thought you were gonna shout at him."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

It's been eye-opening in terms of all the things that Bruce never asked Dick and should have, honestly. Tim used to insist that Bruce wanted to ask Dick to be Batman after the Bane thing, and that he only didn't because he thought Dick wouldn't say yes, and Dick was never entirely sure whether to take it at face-value. But he's been reassessing the possibility that the World's Greatest Detective is genuinely just thickheaded, at least in some situations.

"Explain the room thing," Tim says. "And, um. I mean. Are you sure? Because I'm seriously fine in the stable."

"Are you dissing my generous offer of my room?" Dick says. "I offer you my own personal housing, carefully decorated by a person of the best possible taste - that's me, by the way - and you prefer to live in a stable?"

It isn't, honestly, Dick's room in any meaningful sense. The house got rebuilt from the ground up after the earthquake. Same floor plan, none of the memories. But it's still the-room-where-Dick's-room-used-to-be, second floor at the end of a corridor on the east side, the best spot for sneaking out. Alfred repopulated it with some of Dick's stuff that survived the 'quake, and it's cozy, in its own way. Dick's stayed there overnight a few times, when he visits Gotham.

It's a nice thought, if he's honest with himself. Tim there. It doesn't really matter, Tim could pick a different room if he wanted to, there are tons of them. But. Tim likes hand-me-downs.

"I mean, I'm not dissing it," Tim says.

"Better not be. Don't make me come down there."

"Yeah, yeah." Tim hesitates. "But, like. You really don't mind?"

Oh man. "Tim Drake. I formally bequeath to you my room. By the power vested in me, etcetera. Please move out of the freaking stable."

Tim's laughing. "Okay, okay."

"Now, I do require that you maintain a certain standard of care -"

"Oh my god."

Dick relents. "I'm sure you can pick whatever room you want. I'm just saying. That room is objectively the best one. Also, you didn't hear it from me, but it used to be right next to a wiring hub, so if you open a small hole in the wall you can disable some of the perimeter sensors without having to go out in the hall."

"You make a good case," Tim concedes.

"So you're gonna move in, right?"

He holds his breath. The truth is, Bruce isn't the only one who's been tentative about this. Tim's been skittish, too. And... there's probably all kinds of reasons for that, and it's not exactly Dick's fault, but... he didn't handle it well, when Tim first mentioned the idea of adoption. They've talked about it since, and he's pretty sure Tim gets that he's supportive, but... It'd be good, to be able to offer something. Tim's such a little liar himself that it can be hard to reassure him with words. Dick doesn't really have anything concrete to offer on his own behalf, not like adoption. But ... Tim likes symbols, and this is a silly one but at least it's something.

"I... you're sure?"

"I need a caretaker, Timmy. Think of my poor room, languishing, abandoned -"

Tim's giggling. Victory. "Have you ever even actually stayed there?"

"I feel a profound emotional connection," Dick says. "My room's connection to me transcends space, time, the Richter scale, and Bruce's frankly awful decision to paint all the new walls in a different shade. We're spiritually bonded. I'm counting on you. Also, I ran into Clancy again, and if I have to tell her that my honorary little brother is living in a stable, I may physically expire from shame."

Actually, wait.

"My official little brother," Dick corrects.

Shit. He should've asked that first.

"It is gonna be official, right? Please tell me you said yes." Is that too pushy? "Unless you really don't want to, which I respect, I just-"

"Dick, relax!" But there's a note in Tim's voice that's something like relief. "I said yes."

Oh, thank God. "Good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

They're quiet for a while. It is good, so good that it doesn't quite feel real yet. Dick's been waiting for this for a few months, but in a weird way, it feels like he's been waiting for it for years. And... it's been a hard year, it really has. But there have been good moments. This is definitely one of them.

"We gotta do something," Dick says, past the lump in his throat. "To celebrate. We can go camping or something. You like camping, right?"

This is an educated guess. Tim once talked his team into a camping trip and then way, way, way overprepared for it, which was probably at least partially anxiety but also seemed to involve a lot of enthusiasm. And Dick used to go camping with his Titans, too.

"I like camping," Tim confirms.

"So I'll take you to the Adirondacks. Tell Bruce. He's gotta get his celebrations scheduled in, because next weekend, you're gonna be gone on a camping trip." Hmm. "I mean, unless you'd like to invite him?"

"No," Tim says. "That sounds perfect. I..." A long silence. "I'm really grateful. I really am. I just... I'd like to do that, Dick, really."

They haven't talked about Jack Drake. But.

It's not like Dick can read Tim's mind or anything. And the situation is different. He knows that. He has to watch himself, and actually pay attention to Tim, and not just project on him. But... he does like to think he can read Tim pretty well. And it doesn't take an expert to guess that an official new brother might be a little easier to handle, to make peace with, than an official new father.

Adoption is the right thing for Tim, the obvious thing, Dick feels sure of it. He doesn't want Tim to be left guessing for ages, the way Dick used to feel, unsure if he was really part of the family or just an incidental ally. But just because it's the right thing doesn't mean it'll be easy all the way through. So maybe Dick can ease that transition, a bit.

Plus. Selfishly. It'll just be nice. To see Tim. To have a bit of time that's just for them.

Officially brothers. At last. For real.

"See you soon," he says.

"Thanks," Tim says. "Really. I'll tell Bruce." And then, a bit impish, "And on the trip, you can tell me about you and Clancy."

Ooh, so he caught that. The best defense is a good offense. "Sure. And you can tell me about your new study buddy. What did you say her name was? Zoanne?"

"Or I can catch you up on cases," Tim pivots.

Heh. "See you soon, Boy Wonder."

[designernishiki]

it’s kinda funny to me how that dumb scene in kiwami 1 of majima getting shot and left for dead in the harbor was basically just added as a half-assed way to explain majima not being around for a bit of the plot, but they accidentally(?) just made it seem like start of a chain reaction where majima ended up feeling slighted and heartbroken after being abandoned like that and then lashed out about it via smashing a big truck into the building kiryu was in. and yeah that isn’t inherently a romantic thing as-is but then they go and add the part where majima grabs a hostess and performatively hits on her as in-kiryu’s-face as possible, she says she’s already in love with someone, and majima lets her go immediately, no questions asked, making a big fucking point of it just to say see THAT kiryu? I appreciate when people are HONEST about their FEELINGS. people who won’t just BACKSTAB someone who CARES about them to save themselves. is that so crazy kiryu?? huh??? anyway make it up to me get down here and fight me right fucking now

[sciderman]

howard the duck (1976) #10

[supercalvin]

Do you ever get over Merlin? I don't think so. I walk around thinking "These people don't even know about BBC Merlin... Wild..."

[bitchfitch]

I'm working on that spirit of spring thing and its got me curious about something

[womp-womp-waa]

It was a beautiful day. The sun shining, not a cloud to be seen. Tree-kun was out buying a birthday present for Ceiling-chan, her birthday was just around the corner and he couldn't wait for it. He had so much stuff planned for them. But first he needs to buy her an amazing gift. Walking around the corner, he scanned for a good shop to buy the gift. Ceiling-chan loves Stardew Valley (he's never played the game himself, but she keeps on begging him to get it) maybe he could get her something related to-

Wait. Who's that? Is that Tyler? And who was that boy he was with? Hang on, are they... holding hands?!

He couldn't help but stare in shock at the happy couple. What should he do? Deep down he knew that he should just walk pass them, Tyler isn't a part of his life anymore he doesn't matter. But... what would happen if he talked to them? He could learn more about this new boy that Tyler's talking to. Maybe he could warn him about Tyler leaving him. The blonde looked like he was shy, yeah he's gotta help him.

Luckily, Tyler wondered off most likely to get food but Tree-kun couldn't help but be reminded of how Tyler left him. Standing by himself, alone. He wouldn't let this boy suffer the same heart break.

"Hey there!" He made his way over to the boy who now stared at him confused, did Tyler not tell him about Tree-kun? Okay... that's fine. It's not like it matters anyways. "I'm Tree-kun, Tyler's ex." The last part was spat out bitterly. The boys eyes widen in surprise before looking blankly at him.

"I'm Logan, Tyler's boyfriend." While saying this a smirk was plastered on Logan's lips. Is he... proud to be Tyler's boyfriend? It's so clear that the poor boy doesn't know what's coming and he probably won't know how to deal with the breakup. "Is there a reason why you came over."

Clearing his throat he started to speak slowly as he tries to convey that he only wants to help him and he's not trying to ruin their relationship (not like he would have to do something anyways). "I'm just here to warn you" Logan raises an eyebrow questioningly "about Tyler." He clarifies, feeling Logan's judgemental eyes digging into him, he tries to carry on his speak (hopefully) maintaining the confidence he started this conversation with. "He's not a good guy. Tyler he can easily leave you whenever he wants to. A-And he won't give a shit about your feelings. I think that you should... breakup with him and find someone better so he won't hurt you."

Tree-kun expected to have to comfort the blonde about this revelation, but instead all he was greeted with was laughter. W-Was he laughing at him?! Immediately he felt self-conscious, hugging himself slightly he waited for Logan to finish his laughing fit. "Please tell me your joking." Logan manages to say between laughs. "Maybe you just had that experience because he never actually liked you."

"W-What do you m-mean?" He was stuttering, feeling his face burn with shame and embarrassment. Was his and Tyler's whole relationship nothing but a joke? Something to entertain Tyler? "W-Well if he never liked me then he definitely doesn't like you!"

A small chuckle escapes Logan "Yeah and what evidence do you have to base this on."

"I-I, um, listen I-" logan raises a hand quickly silencing Tree-kun.

"It's clear the reason why you're doing this. It's because you're jealous that Tyler moved on from you so quickly, but the truth is Tyler never liked you. He never wanted to spend time with you. You two only known eachother for what, a night? And then he left you." Logan's stare is cold and hard "He couldn't even bare to spend anymore time with you. Yet he never seems to have this problem with me, so maybe you're the problem"

Tree-kun quickly tried to defend himself "It didn't matter that it was just one night, we were in love!"

Logan scoffed "In love? You can't fall in love in just one night. And how was your relationship love? From what I've been told all you ever did was talk." Tree-kun was about to interrupt Logan's cruel accusations, but the shorter boy carried on. "Thank you for the meaningless warning, but why don't you leave before you embarrass yourself even more."

At that Logan began to walk in the direction that Tyler went. Watching the two boys meet and share a quick kiss as Tyler hands Logan some food. He turned around and began speed walking away after he made eye contact with Tyler. Maybe he could buy Ceiling-chan's gift another day

[rubberduckyrye]

You guys ever think about the tragedy that is Junko Enoshima? That she wasn't a sadistic girl seeking out to hurt others for sadistic glee?

Because everything Junko did was her trying to emotionally abuse herself? That she wanting to feel something so badly that she hurt the people she loved most, and even brought about ruin to the world, simply to destroy herself with it?