#ANYWAYS TAGGING THIS IS GONNA BE A BITCH BUT LETS GO-

[cherrirui-official]

Quick and short art dump

I made most of these while I had covid lol, im ok now dw! Also most of them are ms paint doodles sowwie im an mspaint baby

!! Cw // body horror !!

[sideblogdotjpeg]

post battle, one last short rest

[deadmothsketches]

Don't feed the plants.

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[girlwiththegreenhat]

hey when they wrote "knight behind bars" and they wrote kitt helping a couple get together and they gave him the line "Some day, it will be my turn" [to find love]. did they know what they were doing. did they know that in some 40 years some gay autistic robot-obsessed little freak on tumblr would not stop thinking about it for weeks and write literal dozens of paragraphs screaming about it on discord. did they know they were going to ruin Me, Specifically, with this concept that feels like the culmination of everything kitt has gone through through the show and such a fascinating thing to think about in regards to michael and kitt's relationship,

one of the themes of knight rider is kitt developing as a Person, developing a line between the Knight Industries Two-Thousand, and Kitt. discovering humanity, his own emotions, the joys of the seemingly and logically pointless, and often through the lens of his own driver, his partner, his friend, Michael - his primary guide through all these experiences, his reference for those human things he doesn't understand. and as much as he initially claims to not be capable of experiencing emotions, of understanding feelings, he learns to. he experiences a wide range of emotions through the show even while claiming he doesn't, he even learns fear and insecurity. perhaps it's only natural a robot would learn to love, or at the very least be terribly curious about it and wonder if such a thing could ever exist for Him

the majority of people are not exactly kind to kitt. they talk about him like he's not there, they talk about him like he's a machine, a novelty, some people are even scared of or disturbed by him when all he's trying to do is make polite conversation and company. he's always Othered - there's no other cars like him (at least not anymore), but there's no other person like him either, he doesn't truly belong among humans or vehicles. some of the technicians at FLAG don't even seem to fully respect him as a person, at least they don't based on my vague recollection of how they talk about him in Junkyard Dog. when Michael asks him after KARR is destroyed if it feels good to be one of a kind again, he doesn't say yes or no - he only says it's a "familiar feeling." it may be familiar, but it's surely also isolating, and i think that's something he'd realize as he slowly picks up this curiosity about love. where could he even find it when so few people see him as an equal person to begin with?

and then there's michael. oh my god, and then there's michael. no matter what flavor you choose to read it in, the whole show is about their relationship, they're a duo, a set Not to be separated, they're Partners. they work together, they worry about and look after each other (forever insane about when kitt was a melted shell, Michael stuck around the garage for hours, waiting for any news like a worried spouse, constantly checking on him every opportunity he got... encouraging him to recover, and even helping paint back on his protective coating... kitt always looks after michael, but for once, it's michael's turn to look after Him), in a way they were Made for each other - Kitt more literally, being programmed for Michael and holding his namesake, but Michael was also made in a sense for the pilot program, hand picked and given a second life to work for the foundation and with this strange supercar. and even if they had a rocky start, michael comes to view kitt as a person - car, TV set, or computer core, Kitt is his partner, his buddy. he helps him find himself, guides him and teaches him about these things that make us human, and in a way, kitt becomes human - but his entire experience is still through the perspective of an AI in a car, it's still very unique and isolating, and I think he sort of grows into his own limitations, he's finally brushing against the walls that define him.

he learns of love, and then he learns to dream Of love. these things he sees in the movies, that michael tells him about, that he so often sees michael Partaking in that he gets so oddly jealous of, doesn't it all seem so wonderful? he's very curious. but who could ever love steel and circuitry, who could ever see him as an equal let alone a partner in a romantic sense? who would ever love a car and all the limitations That comes with? it's a problem for a hypothetical hopeful Some Day, in the meantime stuck between two worlds where he doesn't perfectly belong to either, where no car Can love him and no human seemingly Would love him...

and michael loves him anyway. before either of them really realize or talk about it, in spite of everything, in any form, regardless of the fact it wouldn't be a typical relationship by absolutely any means, michael loves him anyway. kitt is as much a person to him as bonnie or devon or RC, and that person is someone he loves and cares for deeply. the feeling is mutual, kitt's world revolves around michael, he's one of the most important people in kitt's life, and he'd do anything to protect him.

and it is michael that will finally teach him to love, and what it means to feel loved in turn, to be loved as the person he undoubtedly is.

[sejarcus-archive]

Sejanus is like Chappell Roan in the sense that he was only ever meant to be loved by queer people, but it got out of hand, and now there’s way too many cishets who don’t get him, expressing opinions about him.

Sejanus I’m sorry that your character keeps getting absolutely murdered and turned into everything you’re not, just cause a bunch of straight girls wanna fuck the actor who played you in that horrible adaptation, and keep projecting their fantasies onto you, and aside from how bad that is, they won’t even admit the objective truth that the actor was actually a terrible pick for you and he doesn’t fit you at all

[seventh-district]

sighs and collapses and disintegrates into the wind

[rewritingcanon]

guess who just worked a 1am shift last week and didnt get a single dollar of it on payday 🤡🤡

[pyrriax]

ANYWHO goodnight tumblr i'll be back on the art grind tomorrow i think 🙏

[heroicallynude]

Its a bit goofy of Pinkett Smith to pick the one ruler who definitely was not black for her documentary. Not only that, but it is stated in the docu that "Cleopatra was def black" and similar statements. I hope she chooses to portray more African queens and rulers in future documentaries. I also hope that filmmakers in general explore more stories outside of the European context instead of raceswapping historical figures such as Anne Boelyn. Its just very Eurocentric. But then again, its probably done because well known names pull bigger audiences, and therefore more money etc etc

I agree, it's definitely goofy. I think it was stated that she wanted to make a docu about strong African female rulers, and i guuuuess since Cleopatra was technically ruler of a country located on the African continent, she figured that counted, despite Cleopatra being way more Greek than Egyptian?

I think this might be why i can't bring myself to take it all that serious, because it's clearly not made by someone who knows enough about the subject for me to really respect them in like a scholarly fashion. I can only assume she must've had some scholars involved, but if the docu feels confident claiming Cleo was DEFINITELY a black woman, then it's clear that Pinkett Smith chose scholars that would support the worldview she needed for her vision to work. So then, the docu was made by unqualified people with a flawed premise, and some wrong choices were made along the way because her narrative took presidence over actual facts.

I hope that the rest of the episodes about other Africans queens are more historically accurate and respectful, but the issue is that her Ethos is already lost since we all know the documentary hasn't bothered with accuracy. It was a noble endeavor, and i think my fear is that others will be discouraged from making similar stories that amplify often unheard voices, because the backlash over this one, stupid, choice overshadowed everything else

[nat-20s]

so uhh i think i am also taking May off from working. Teehee?

[friskyeee]

I have 2 go back to school tomorrow.. </3 and bc this place fucking SUCKS we probably won't have a delay or anything despite there being a good foot or so of snow on the ground </3 someone KILL ME i can't do this no mo </3

[miquella-everywhere]

So I have been avoiding Fextralife, specifically the Miquella wiki, like the plague for a long while now because, 1. Spoilers, and 2. the Miquella Comment Section, because I was afraid about what everyone(non-tumblr oriented) had to say about Miquella....

But honestly, I am pleasantly surprised to see nearly everyone is in agreement that Shadow of the Erdtree's treatment of Miquella is a blatant Retcon of his character WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT IT IS!

I feel like I've been driving myself absolutely crazy by screaming into the void about how the DLC treats both Miquella and the base game of ER like utter shit (there are some of you who agree and ily all 😭✌️), and now, all we are left with in the DLC is an utterly shameless retcon

I honestly thought I was holding myself together pretty well inspite of knowing what was going to happen at the end of the DLC, so I didn't think that the brawl against the Miquella followers would be the thing that would break me...

But boy did it break me and so here I am:

I HATE Shadow of the Erdtree

Shadow of the Erdtree is a disconnected shameless disgraceful Retcon and I will never hold it on par with Base Game Elden Ring

I am Elden Ring's #1 Fan

I am Miquella's #1 Fan

And I am Shadow of the Erdtrees #1 Hater

I will forever DIE MAD over Miyazakis braindead treatment of Miquella and the forsaken lore of Elden Ring

But for now, rage and despair aside, here are some of my favorite comments in Miquella's Fextralife comment section:

[skyrigel]

“So pretty.” Simon traced your jaw, letting his finger trail down your sleeping unaware body, his big hand dipping under your big shirt that obviously belongs to him, finding that warm metal of his dog tag happily kissed between your breasts.

“Keep 'em there princess.” he cooes, cupping your tit in one large hand and giving a little squeeze, you stirred in your sleep, sighing. 

He adjusted himself behind you, kissing his favorite spot on your soft lovely neck which meant all your neck, and taking in your scent, heavy and sweet in his senses, dizzying his mind and soul. His hard longing pressed against your inner thigh, his soft moans vibrating on your skin.

Simon began to rut against you despite his gentleness not to wake you up.

His hard cock sliding up and down from his boxers to your hot body but…he wanted more, more of you.

He grunted as he pulled out his cock, stiff as a rod against the small of your back, he groaned at the back of your neck when his tip touched your lethal skin. How delicate you were. 

“Fuck baby…” He licked your earlobe, nuzzling against your cheek and pulling you back to his arousal. His precum leaking against your back.

Well he should get rid of that little skirt that had already ridden up your thigh, letting him peek at the lacy pastel fabric underneath covering your pussy.

“Ya’ gonna bitch bout’ da skirt.” Simon groans as he slides down your skirt, heart hammering at the beauty of you.

He palmed at your pussy, wet and clingy against the fabric, shit — you wanted him too, and what dreams were you having anyway ? 

Simon climbed behind you, propped on his elbows one side, enough — not to crush you down or lull you out of your soothing sleep.

His angry cock cried for attention as he gave dry pulls from his hand, up and down but it felt like nothing but your sweet dripping pussy could feed the starved.

Fuck, Simon wasn't planning to fuck you but look at you so pretty, your cunt wet and demanding and skin so soft and warm. He's a dog at your command, and he knows more than better

“Fuck lovie, fuck, fuck, fuck —” His brain was getting senseless as he slided the lacy fabric away, his fingertips wet with your juices that leaked from your throbbing pussy. You hummed in your sleep, and the madness came all at once to him.

His eyes closed as he pushed his tip, sliding easily with the natural lubricant, and he made a note to reward you later. He was panting because gentleness did not come easy, he was sweating as he pushed his big swollen dick inside your folds, breath hitching as your fingers curled around nothing in oblivious pleasure. Another whisper of a moan escaped your rapsy throat. He could come at the sound alone you were making in your darling sleep.

“Lovie ya’ so tight my darlin’,” He pushes past your resistance, until he bottoms out. 

And slowly he moves his hips, firmly gripping the headboard as his veins popped under his skin. 

It is your lovely cradled unaware face that helps him not to piston fuck you right now and right here, to slam inside you with such feralness that you cry out of pleasures and scream his name, only his. 

Hard and unforgiving until your pussy could mold his cock, an aching and blissful mess of his seed.

But not now, he softly inhaled as he slow fucked you, were it different times, you would have begged him to go harder, would have cried and jerked your hips to set a pace but little princess you were asleep, probably riding him in your head  with the way you were drooling.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips on your forehead before swiping up your drool in his hand and pulling out just enough to massage it around himself and slow thrusting back inside your warmth sweet cunt.

He finishes soon inside you as you slowly started move your hips along with him, it's unsettling how even in your unconsciousness — you know him, you let him. That he can unravel you whenever and however and you would gladly let him take you. It's the trust you have on him to close your eyes and let him guide you, to shut your brain and let Simon take the lead. Unsettling and beautiful, and mesmerizingly arousing.

“Simon….” You say, so much sleepily and mindless, hot white cum leaking down your thigh as he pulls out after lazily moving inside you. 

“Shhh love, sleep, sleep.” He brushes your hair away and pats your shoulder down calmly. “m’ gonna clean ya up princess, huh ? You sleep lovie.” 

Soft! Simon

Masterlist

[neverendingford]

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[lightning-girl]

Propaganda below the cut

Damian Wayne:

HES JUST A LITTLE BABY GUY!!!!! Little baby man raised as an assassin and learning how to be a real person <3. But because he was kind of a dick and also a little stabby early-on, especially to the fandom's main "so sad uwu depressed baby" blorbo (and also he's not white), people treat him like he's satan incarnate

Jason Todd:

Robin, Jason Todd, THE hated child character. In the 1980s, Batman comics had become increasingly dark and gritty. According to editor O'Neil himself, the courted audience wasn't kids but 19-40 year old men with disposable income. Batman's child sidekick, Robin, was offensively campy and childish. Fans called him wimpy, annoying, dumb, bratty, etc. Also people complained that Batman acting like an affectionate dad was unmanly and gay. Robin acts violent and emotional and people are like "ew he's so childish and emotional"—and then Batman literally acts just as murderously and emotionally within literally the same exact story and people are like "wow he's so dark and tortured". So in 1988 (after brutalizing Batgirl to get rid of her for being too bright and nice and kid-friendly), DC held a paid poll for fans to vote for Robin to live or die. O'Neil claims he heard a fan (a grown man with a dayjob as a lawyer) programmed a phone to spam kill votes. One fanguy claimed that he sold his Mercedes to buy kill votes (probably an exaggeration but still). By less than 1% margin, the vote decided to kill Robin in a spectacularly violent way. Anyway the 1989 Batman movie brought in a huge wave of new child comicbook fans who liked the new Robin (a very cool teenage high school Robin with a driver's license and a girlfriend), and DC started a separate Robin-less Batman series called Legends of the Dark Knight to make the anti-Robin writers and fans happy. But to this day, many fans agree it was a good idea to kill off the other Robin so that his foolish death reminds other characters to never be childish and stupid again. Bonus: the current Robin (usually a traumatized 10-year-old) has also been facing some pretty loud hatred for over 15 years.