#<< me trying not to get jumped

[p1zzaparty]

Dennis the menace vs Bart Simpson…u get it dude

THANK YOU KAT HHAGFKJG i had no other way to properly express it..

Obviously there's more personal things i enjoy with them in the 80s compared to the 50's, i effin love the 80's!!!! As a concept!!! Not the getting called a fag for breathing bits!!!

However i get peoples preferences for the losers taking place in the 50's vs the 80's. I have big feelings about the modern remakes and what they did right and how MUCH they did wrong. But i loved it personally, the losers to me always felt perfect as 80's nerds who were outcasted before nerd culture would become beloved. The peak of science fiction, pop culture, riding off the coat tails of Disco and Jazz as New Wave begins to take more of a hold. The Talking Heads, The Go Go's, The Police, MEN AT WORK. Granted this is also a good argument for them being adults at this time period, i just prefer them being kids and growing up with peak geek. It would become almost a sore spot for most of them, seeing how accepted nerdy shit is now. Imagine getting bullied for being a Star Wars fan just to see people praised for their sexy jabba the hutt cosplays now. AND BEFORE ANYONE CORRECTS ME the same thing can be said about the 50s and the rise of comic books and more dorky culture. Stan in his little boy scout uniform?? So cute and so essential in establishing his raw dorkness. But i still lean towards them in the 80's and their own individual nerd fandoms. I've actually got a project ive been working on with them in their little nerd fandoms 😭 Richie obviously was a Star wars kid Eddie was heavily into Star Trek and thinks Star wars is a cheap light show trying to copy the popular show at the time Bill is into dnd but after Georgies death his love for it begins to taper off, he does host a campaign every now and then when the inspiration strikes Stan has started to enjoy Thundercats as it premiers the winter before that awful summer And the group makes obvious Heman references all the time and have arguments over which Marvel character each person in the group would be (Which again could apply to the nerd group of 50s losers) I am in full agreeance that they botched the losers badly in the modern remakes; Ben?? Mike?? Bev?? Its not even funny how badly they were written. I could write a badly written novel about how much they fucked up Mike and Ben. But i still have such a soft spot for the modern remake. They feel more like jerk losers in the 80's, like kids who are bullied and because of that bullying have built a sort of defense mechanism to be pricks back. I would love to have seen more of the micro details King writes for his characters in the modern remakes, but i understand how difficult that is to express it in the movies. Though, personally, i'd watch a 5 hour long movie of The Losers just doing stupid shit to build their character

also im so sorry Kat you got me going and i had to write 30 paragraphs but THANK YOU 😭

[a1sart]

if there's one thing this last episode has affirmed for me about Alastor it's that he FUCKING HATES being reminded that he's not the most powerful creature in hell.

Like, he hates being ignored by Carmilla when she says she doesn't care why he was gone

He hates Lucifer ON SIGHT

He threatens to KILL Husk when he dares to mention that Alastor is working for someone more powerful than him

and now this.

Alastor freaking out because he almost died. Something almost killed him. He can fucking die. There is something more powerful than him out there. And it's not something he can ignore or brush off because it almost killed him.

Alastor hates the reminder that he's not as powerful as he tells people he is. He isn't indestructible, he isn't invincible. And he fucking hates that.

[somewhereincairparavel]

i will never understand how people have the heart to hate Jason even after they found out that his Ambrosia tastes like fucking sawdust. Ambrosia being tasty is like one single happy thing a demigod can have despite their tragic lives, because it reminds them of the home they once had, but lost. And Jason doesn't even have that, he doesn't even have a home to lose in the first place.

[sea-webs]

"I don't know who I want to be, anymore."

Oc - Cirque | The Dragon Chosen by the Shadows |

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[wardingshout]

I'm also having a lot of fun with this game!!

[deadsetobsessions]

There’s a child wandering the streets of Crime Alley. Unfortunately, this is nothing new for the area, riddled with crime and homelessness as it is. However, Red Hood and Nightwing are vigilantes and helping lost looking children is firmly in their job description. Plus, Crime Alley is Red Hood’s. He protects what’s his. With a single shared look, the brothers swung down to the child clad in just a white dress and some thin flats completely unsuitable for Gotham’s worsening weather. Hell it’s be unsuitable for the general poor weather.

“Hey, kiddo.”

The girl’s head swung to lock gazes with the duo, eyes blinking blue- and green? Red Hood allowed his brother- he worked so hard to beat down the pit madness in order for Nightwing to even remain near- to take the lead.

“Oh. There you are.” She said, turning to face them fully. The kid’s face filled with relief.

Nightwing blinked.

“You were looking for us?” His soft voice saved for children firmed into something more serious, more concerned.

“Mmhm. I was looking for Red Hood, but you’re a good bonus.”

“And why were you looking for me, kid?” Red Hood interjects. He knows Dickolas is clocking the same things he is: the kid’s white whispy hair, pale face, and… Lazarus green eyes? It’s more solid now, that she’s looking at Jason.

Dick straightened, eyes going heavy as he looks at this wisp of a girl. He’s fiercely protective of Jason and they’re both equally wary of the League of Assassins. Still, the two of them couldn’t help but let their guard down a bit because this was still a child they’re talking to.

“Because… um. Did you know you’ve died?”

Hood stiffened, hand going towards his guns. Granted, they’re rubber bullets, but the kid clocks that immediately. She threw her hands up in the universal gesture of “I’m unarmed and mean no harm.”

“I- well, to put it frankly, you kind of… stink?”

“What.”

“Ugh, I’m totally messing this up!”

“Why don’t you start again?” Dick said, shifting into a subtler fighting stance. He kept his voice light, but Jason saw the way his hands inched towards the scrims sticks. Distantly, Jason thought it was hilarious that this tiny kid could evoke that kind of response. Looking into Lazarus green eyes though, he couldn’t find the humor anywhere. The worst thing, though, is that the pit quieted. The rage the bubbled incessantly underneath his skin calmed. Jason did not like feeling bereft of the rage, not when he didn’t know why it was gone. He had just gained control of it, minimally, and to have that control be unnecessary left the vigilantes off kilter.

“Right, okay, sorry. Um, did you, uh, die and wake up surrounded by glowing green stuff?”

Before Jason could reply ‘yes, and why the hell do you know that?’, the kid continued with, “Because me too!”

She did jazz hands as Jason’s and Dick’s brains short circuited. Jason thought he even heard a little “yay!”

“What.” Jason sputtered out. His stomach and heart clenched as he thought about how young the kid looked. Fuck.

“Yeah. So, anyways-”

“Don’t speed past that like you didn’t say what you just said!” Dick interrupted, hand tugging at his hair in distress. His body language slipped from battle ready to extremely distressed. “You died?”

“You were- you were dipped in the Lazarus pits?!” Jason felt the need to address that specific point.

“I mean, it’s not that important? The important thing is- wait, what’s a Lazarus pit?”

Jason froze again. She didn’t know what they were?

“It’s… the glowing green stuff.” Dick answered her.

“Oh. Is that what you were dipped in?” She tilted her head at Jason. He nodded, wariness climbing. “Oh. Well, I mean, that’s not we call it. But the stuff you were dipped in, it’s rank. Contaminated.”

Jason thinks back to the burning, drowning green. The agony he felt as it slipped into his mouth and nose and his very being.

“It was bubbling.” He said. The girl grimaced. Jason had no idea why he was being so honest with this kid.

“Gross. Anyways, I can, like, help you with that?”

“With what?” Dick asked, eyes darting from the girl to Jason.

The girl groaned. “Okay, so I guess you guys are kind of new. Uh, the contaminated green stuff,” she points at Jason’s chest. “That’s making you angry, right? Leaving you in the backseat of your head as your body breaks whatever got you angry to begin with and you have no control over it?”

“…The pit madness.” Jason mumbled, feeling numb. “Yeah.”

“…Right. I can help you clear that out,” she pauses, fidgeting. “If… If you help me talk to Batman? It’s kind of… urgent.”

“Batman?”

“Why?”

“Uh. There’s kind of… a whole mad scientist thing going on and like… experimentation and dissections… you know?” The kid waved her arms around, distressed.

Dick and Jason unfortunately did know.

“Cave?” Jason grumbled.

“Cave.”

“Okay, we’ll bring you to the cave. Then you tell us everything.”

“Really?”

She looked up at them hopefully, and Jason could see the moment Dickolas melted. Not that Jason could say anything, since he was already taking off his jacket and bundling the kid in it.

“Um.”

“Who the hell let you walk around Gotham like that?” He scowled down at her, not that she could see it with the red helmet in the way. Dick looked at him carefully, eyes roving over the oddly relaxed state his little wing was in.

The kid shrugged. Jason sighs.

“What’s your name?” Dick asked. Scooping her up, the blue and black clad raised his free arm to grapple away. Jason follows him, heading towards the motorcycles they’ve got parked nearby.

“Dani. With an I.”

“Nice to meet you, Dani. I’m Nightwing. This is my… this is Red Hood.”

“Okay. Cool.”



[itslilacokay]

"i should probably be careful posting when ava ships are involved, maybe i should keep ava shipart stuff to myself"

i say as i post victim and agent being extremely fuckihg gay

[24601orwhatever]

KYLE ADAMS as GRANTAIRE

mastered by @bikinibottomdayz

[cyberpunkboytoy]

I see a lot of people in the Mouthwashing tag frequently listing 'keeping Curly alive' in the list of crimes Jimmy has done, implying or sometimes outright saying that not mercy-killing Curly was a cruel and unusual act...and would like to caution against that.

There's a long history of abled people deciding someone's quality of life is too horrible to merit letting them live (usually to nonverbal or otherwise 'low functioning' people lacking a clear means to communicate) and condoning the murder of disabled people under the guise of kindness. Curly is an extreme example, and one could argue he might prefer to be 'put out of his misery,' but it's important to note that we don't know, no one asks, and there's no attempt to communicate either which way.

How extreme pain and 'low quality of life' are handled are very nuanced and complicated topics, but you can never decide for someone else what kind of life isn't 'worth living.' Curly is obviously a videogame character, but these attitudes can and do affect the lives of real people & are worth being aware of.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I want you whipped into shape!

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[somedreamlove]

Wow, rewatching Dream's parkour after getting to know much more about parkour (from watching everyone grind it for MCC) really put it into perspective for me how much Dream is in a class of his own when it comes to minecraft. None of the other top-tier players even come close to replicating his easy wild abandon of movement or the way he does insane jumps and neos without line-up or preparation, leagues ahead of the competition, carried by some sort of transcendent minecraft intuition that comes from being just so in love with the game

[paperglader]

I’m a little obsessed with hsr’s mc so far cause she literally only has two modes:

1) imma smack you with this cone thing I just found

And

2) Literal wet dog. Dead in the eyes. Just done with everybody else’s shit from minute 0. Got dumped in the middle of a spaceship with no memories, no past or explanation, and now everyone’s trying to kill her at every turn. Just straight up not having a good a time.

+ she has a girlfriend

(She’s actually really funny too, and snarky, but I’m too lazy to find those screenshots)

Edit: I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT SHE HAS LIKE A BOMB IN HER CHEST. So. Like, the whole thing makes sense if you think about it.

[superkawaiimothman]

Mallory's mental health is doing great :3

[piosplayhouse]

When the manga plot is just starting to get good but then the transphobic caricature villain who only exists to make all the other villains uncomfortable by flirting with them appears 🔥

[satoruhgojo]

My one and only

[reveseke]

Masc! Reader with a cat who has really violent zoomies at times (to the point of possibly knocking the furniture down or making heavy furniture sway) & a confused, and very much scared of the said cat, character just chilling as the said cat starts and the reader just goes about life like nothing's happening at all. While the character anxiously stays by their sides, investigates or possibly gets surprise attack spooked by the said cat.