#BUT AND HOWEVER!!!! THIS WAS GREAT

[radioactvunicorn]

saw the mountain goats a few weeks ago and of course mash was on the brain

lyric is from international small arms traffic blues

[ratbastarddotfuck]

if you're a white person taking pleasure in the idea that Trump voters of colour are experiencing racist violence from white trumpers because "they got what's coming to them" I don't think you're anti-racist at all, I think you were just waiting for an acceptable target, and you're also fucking weird.

Bad Person Deserves Punishment For Their Sins give me a fucking break and get yourself out of the fucking catholic church. you're all prison abolitionists until you see someone you don't like.

[outer-stars]

something something green light Gatsby parallels

was majorly inspired by this passage in the Great Gatsby (can't believe the Book of Bill has me revisiting this book for the first time since 2014), so this was the result.

The parallels between Gatsby and his 'green light' and early Ford & Bill's dynamic where Ford's also reaching for something unattainable ('forbidden' knowledge) and ends up hurting himself and others in the process...my muse. (At least in this universe Ford lives; bro made it out better than Gatsby)

[wotchernewt]

seriously though nothing can stop me from interpreting Real Life as canon just for how it progresses the canary curse situation. i'm obsessed with it. the curse gets broken in secret life and then in the very next "series", as much of a joke as it is, you get a situation like THAT. jimmy enters a mineshaft and everyone but him dies. not just his team, though obviously it's more significant because they were all red, but ren/martyn/skizz all get a mineshaft-death apiece. that canary's not doing his job anymore. he escaped his cage and made a break for the surface and everyone else is paying the price for it, and i for one could not be more proud of that little bird.

[mamawasatesttube]

the whole "jason rules crime alley and none of the other bats are allowed there!!1!" thing is so funny like. tim LITERALLY lives in the theater where bruce's parents died,

[myiliterallyhavenolifegoals]

i'll be honest, as soon as edwin's personality was firmly established as Detective Inspector Bitch™️ i genuinely expected charles to be off to the side like "uuugh 🙄bloody hell this guy again, G O D you're so annoying (derogatory)", so you can imagine my utter delight that whenever edwin gears up to be just Insufferable, charles is simply watching him like

[rceibo]

pines tw(ee)ins!

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[19orionis]

Hey shoutout to the butches with narrow shoulders and wide hips who feel less masc because of their body type. Shoutout to butches who either can’t or simply don’t want to work out. Fat and thin. I see and feel you guys. You’re not less masc for it. In fact, you all add so much dimension and diversity to what a masculine body can look like.

This post explicitly includes trans butches of all kinds.

[juncopandi]

You cannot convince me that this isn't what happened at the Old Sharlayan customs desk

[sunlit-mess]

coping more. have a scrap

I have so many art drafts 🥺 but let me just. idk. breathe for a while LOL

[guinevereslancelot]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I want it back / I drag its dead weight forward.

[chiropteracupola]

the best kind of period-drama argument is when men scream and fight while still calling each other Sir

[icantdothistodaybruh]

Day 2, Brighton Hotel

[egophiliac]

at this point I'm not going to finish this, but I need everyone to know that I don't CARE that it was Kamejim, this scene has been replaying itself in my brain for the past week --