#Have a nice life!

[zackcarrionvalentine]

OFFICIALLY ABANDONING BLOG

Hello, everyone

This is my official goodbye to this blog and whatever is in it.

I won't be coming back to it whatsoever, there will be no more updates either. Likewise, NOTHING will be archived in AO3. Whatever is here, stays here

Hope you enjoyed your time here! Thank you for sharing some nasty twisted thoughts with me!

Goodbye~

Enjoy your life to the fullest!

And never fear having a silly little blog and corner in the internet to spill your dirty nasty naughty sick twisted thoughts ~

Have fun with your creativity, all while using the proper tags and warnings (without using crazy m1ssP3ll¡ngz and stuff)!!

Bye ~ (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)/

[maple-and-pie]

Pride Eeveelutions!

Edit: now as stickers!

[suntails]

growing up!

[doodlecrumb]

Marauders fandom!! You have been summoned. Look! It’s a James! Feast thine eyes! (I’m sorry, do what you want. I’m not the boss of you. Have a nice day.)

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[lazylittledragon]

what if i broke all the bones in your legs actually

[batsyheere]

Forget Bruce Wayne. Give me Jim Gordon, the nosy neighbour who likes to make sure new-to-town Danny Nightingale is looking after himself, who enjoys inviting the 'kid' over to enjoy a meal while he goes on about his own daughter or gets Danny to open up about his life.

Give me Danny, oddly charmed and highly protective of this paternal figure who isn't actively trying to adopt him. Who likes to check in and make sure the man is actually resting when he gets injured on the job. Who, after many trials and errors, manages to cook a meal and bring it over instead of ordering takeout. Who has someone actively listening to him even if they don't actually understand every word out of Danny's mouth.

And everytime a Bat tries to come around Jim Gordon is on the roof with a broom, waving them off because this is his kid, Bruce! He called dibs!

[lizzybeeee]

When you spend 20 years attempting to bring down the child slavery, murdering, human trafficking exploitation ring that stole your childhood, murdered your friends, and killed countless innocents only to have them rebrand as 'Noble Freedom Fighters™' off-screen.

[egophiliac]

Malleus' bday is coming up, thoughts on what his sleepwear might be?

anticipating that reveal any time now, so gotta get my predictions in real quick (aka extremely fast drawings) (I'm sorry)

[choodraws]

🌱✂️ (crop from this month's patreon piece)

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[art-the-f-up]

public service message that thinking "Maybe speaking up about Palestine is too controversial/political for me to do" or "maybe mentioning good aspects about Palestinians while they're suffering so much is not okay" is exactly the kind of mindset zionists want you to have and have been hard at work for years for people to develope. thank you.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Look what we've become.

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[sherlockggrian]

wild life gem designs

[idontmindifuforgetme]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[ruubesz-draws]

Just doodle

Minus One: Sneak 100

[avi-mation]

-The aftermath of the curse and self-care-

After Etho failed his boogieman course task, he comes back to the base alone. He still can feel remains of the bloodlust under his skin, curse still clouding his vision. The vicious death by Scar, the hunt of Joel, the no hesitation in Gem’s eyes about killing him after he let Cleo and Grian go.

The firm hand on Etho’s shoulder snaps him out. It’s Cleo. And Grian. Both ready to welcome him no matter what.