#E says shit

[starmunchandthefunkybunch]

Your URL is amazing and is ABSOLUTELY a vibe

it's a take on Marky Mark and The Funky Bunch.

I guess you can say my url has good viberations.

Thank you.

[fagbag-diketrike]

You reblogged a post about how people draw wheelchairs and talked about your own experience in the tags. It is obviously not your job to educate me or anyone about it but do you have any tips for people who want to draw or even just make characters that use a wheelchair?

Like is there anything people tend to overlook that you want people to talk more about?

I'm honestly surprised as hell that there are people that read my tags. Thank you for asking (and realizing that it isnt my responsibility to answer, if you were adamant that I do my ADHD would make me go against your request out of spite).

Yes, tips, fo sho!

Wheelchairs that are custom made, are made typically for those that will use them chronically, over time. They have a fixture in the individuals life, so if you're drawing a wheelchair, ask yourself what the needs of the wheelchair user are. Some people do not have the ability to push themselves and need arm rests (for example, electric wheelchairs, and the individual can still move themselves with a joystick thingy if they desire to), some people fatigue easily and need others to push them, so they have handles on the back, etc.

Backs of wheelchairs, in manual wheelchairs, are lower. They usually reach about just to or slightly below mid back. They have push handles that can be adjusted to slide all they way down into the back when they're not being used or to be pulled up when they need to be used.

There are no arm rests. Wheels have a hand grip that go outside around the wheel so an individual can propell oneself forward or backward. Wheelchair users do not grab the actual wheel.

Brakes are usually easier to put on an off and are higher up to make them easier to reach. They're attached to the side of the actual chair the individual is sitting on and can be pulled back or flicked down onto the wheels to brake the wheels.

Sometimes wheelchairs have seatbelts, but it depends on the needs of the individual. It is fitted to the individual and clips around the person's lap/hip area.

Foot rests are NOT individual. There are more chances to trip that way. The metal curves down from the sides of the seat part of the wheelchair then tucks underneath the persons feet and there is a SINGULAR foot rest in between the metal fixtures that can flap up and down. It might not move up out of the way or down when in use, depending on the needs of the individual.

I do have a foot rest that moves up and down, my feet often get caught on it. I do not have a wheelchair seatbelt, and I have a brake that can be flipped/snapped onto the wheels. I do not have arm rests because it's a manual and I NEED to be able to move my own self. I have handles on the back that are RARELY used so I push them down out of the way 90% of the time. I have an area where my crutches can be strapped in on the back because I often use both my wheelchair and my crutches when out and about.

Some wheelchairs have a place in the back for crutch placement depending on individual needs.

Colors of the wheelchair are customizable.

If you have any other questions lmk! If you DM I can also send you a pic of my wheelchair for reference.

[chrliekclly]

trans frank before pride month ends

[r04sty]

Why would she say that?

Can you tell I'm procrastinating

[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."

[acourtofthought]

Elain

“I belong to no one."

Azriel

"The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was GIVEN to another".

[syn0vial]

i have absolutely zero interest in the "ascendant!astarion/obedient, submissive spawn!tav" content that everyone seems so crazy about, but you know what ascendant!astarion ship does intrigue me? ascendant!astarion/absolute!tav. astarion is tav's sire. tav is astarion's god. what the fuck would that even look like?

[talesfromthecrypts]

You tellin' me you're a witch? You ain't no witch! Witches are girls! Some are men.

Warlock (1989) dir. Steve Miner

[nonelaag]

what if arthur morgan was called freak morgan and instead of getting tuberculosis he got freakculosis and freaked all day

[front-facing-pokemon]

[screechingfromthevoid]

that was an exercise in "who's going to tell Orym and Dorian to fuck" chicken

[hakunonon]

just saw someone accuse fate of not having any buff men which like. i accept that there’s a lot of valid criticisms or even just elements that make the franchise personally unappealing for a lot of people, but that is just a straight-up “tell me you know nothing about the series without saying you know nothing about the series” take. this person has seen one genshin fan too many calling their anaemic pretty boys ‘bara’, then maybe they saw one picture of karna or twinkgamesh and assumed that fate was exactly the same.

this person has never seen a berserker in their life.

super orion has more muscle mass than every playable genshin character combined.

[mamawasatesttube]

when people act like the only problems kon ever has are a) tim dating bernard and b) lex luthor

[sasstrid-and-dorkcup]

Having confirmation that Ezran is going to totally snap in s7 when he sees Runaan has me rubbing my hands together menacingly in excitement for the potential broyals drama that will come with all of that

Like we've all been saying for months now that Callum will be torn between Rayla and facing justice for Harrows death but now that we're all the more closer to that giant broyals fallout I'm getting so so so excited

[swan-swanno]

theyre cats to me

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Gotham Academy was no stranger to odd teachers, mostly due to the turnover rate in Gotham not sparing them in the least.

Still, this new out-of-towner school nurse from Absolutely Nowhere Amity Park was by far the weirdest.