#SO THEATRICAL

[kingcrow01]

@starry-bi-sky's Nightingale suit which can be seen/read here, because his design is so so SO cool, and made my day when I saw it.

I wanted him to be holding his war phann(sticking to the bit) but there wasn't enough room on the page, so now he's crooking his finger at a goon, being all the 5'5 cocky bird child that he is. Zoom in on the eyes. I wanted to take the picture and share this yesterday, but the sun literally didn't come out for one(1) second. The clouds must be plotting against the traditional art world, so I plugged in my hair dryer and stuck it out the window. Blew those suckers away, that'll show them.

Ahem. Anyways. Copy and pasting something I said in DMs because I want to put emphasis on how freaky Danny's canines are to the people he's beating up:

When that goon sees Danny flash his canines he has this moment of "I'm going to get my throat ripped out. Like in the movies. In the papers they're going to say I died robbing an ATM. That's so lame." before Danny smacks him on the head and he wakes up in a jail cell.

[scullysflannel]

[laisy]

[clown-eating-pig]

Never heard of Sam jones before, but he absolutely KILLED that theme song. I’m jittering around in my chair like crazy.

[justalittlebluetiefling]

This sword lives for drama.

[poppingmary]

Audrey Hepburn in the Broadway theatrical production of “Ondine” - 1961

[noxcheshire]

Back at it again with my Danny is mom coded au’s, but this time it’s because of Clockwork that he suddenly has a whole ass teenage kid.

Clockwork had been bored or maybe he was playing a game against an opponent, or even lost a bet, whatever it was, he stepped in right as Jason was searching for his biological mother.

The DNA that would have registered itself as one Sheila Haywood, confirming Jason’s mother, glitched a terrible green across the screens of the batcomputer.

In those few moments of chaos Jason’s heart beat rapidly as he tried to figure out why the computer wasn’t working, wondering if his only chance to find his mom — his blood mom — would never find success.

Then as suddenly as things went wrong the DNA settled and pinged.

Jason watched, his chest tight, as one Danny C. Works, formerly Danny Fenton appeared onto the big screen.

Danny looked a lot like Jason, short cut black hair more straight than the subtle curls of Jason’s own; deep blue eyes, tired in a way that spoke of long days and nights, but with a warm happiness that made the familiar smile — the one Jason would see on himself every time he looked into the mirror — even more striking.

Jason didn’t linger too long on the male identifying gender, nor the fact his mom leaned more towards a masculine name or clothing.

There were plenty of male to female, and female to male leaning individuals that lived in Crime Alley. He had seen it enough to not even bat an eye at it, even now. After all, in Gotham you minded your business least you find yourself in business you can’t leave.

On a different monitor information of Danny C. Works piled for Jason to quickly browse through.

Danny was a senior engineer, no intimate relationships, and with no close connections to family outside of the tentative calls from Jasmine Fenton.

Danny was estranged from Jack and Madeline Fenton, a falling out that had occurred just a little before Danny’s high school graduation. If Jason calculated it correctly that would have been — around the season Jason himself would have been born.

Okay, so no grandparents then but I might have a maybe aunt. Jason scrolled further and stilled.

Twin toddlers: Dante and Danielle Works.

Jason had baby siblings.

He doesn’t let the sting of younger siblings consume him, doesn’t allow the whispering thoughts of why he had been given up when his younger siblings had been kept and so very obviously loved.

Jason took deep breathes, he didn’t have time to linger here. He had a family to get to, and a family he would get to.

It took almost all night to reach, the starlight night sky slowly and surely fading into cloudy wine as the sun rose, but Jason made it.

And when the door opened to his hesitant but firm knock, Jason was unable to speak. His mom — dad, maybe? Did they want to be mom or dad? — stood in the doorway, brows furrowed in confusion.

It was when Danny spoke his vigilante name did Jason only just realize that he was still dressed to the nine’s in his Robin costume.

[forjongseong]

absolute BANGER

[finchers-ipad]

FIGHT CLUB WAS RELEASED 25 YEARS AGO TODAY!!!!!

[twinkle-art]

favorite duos

[hellenhighwater]

Hellen, how do you know how to do so many things? I know how to do a few things but I look at your stuff and every time I'm like "damn. I wish I could do that"

oh, I just do them.

It's after 1:30 am, so you get the existential answer. The fun thing about personhood is you get to just be whatever. You can't necessarily do whatever--money and laws are things, unfortunately, and you only get so much control over the opportunities available to you. But you can sort of just throw yourself down on the anvil of life and hammer yourself into whatever shape you want. Ideally the process of it drives out some flaws as you go, but sometimes also you take an impurity and make yourself stronger with it.

I am, still, a person who is terrified of failure; of incorrectness; of being wrong. And there is nothing to do with fear except shatter it with blunt force, and so I line myself up against failure again and again and again. I will try. I must; or the fear of failure wins, and I must keep trying after I fail or I have failed utterly. I fear failure, and therefore I take it as a challenge. I must do what I think I cannot. And you know what? More often than not, I can.

I have a weird and wandering skillset because I make myself try things, knowing full well that I will remember for decades every time someone saw me be less than instantly successful, because the only way I know to get better is to batter down the dross of my own fear. That's the deal. I'm not doing anything that nobody has done before. I know it's all possible. I just have to be the sort of person that does it. And it gets easier every time. If the question is can it be done and the answer is yes, then the next question is can I be the one to do it, and the answer is I want to be.

Every time I fail my way over and over to eventual success, trying again the next time is less scary; every time I have a broader base of skills to carry to the next challenge. I'm not unusually talented, just stubborn as hell, and I've lived long enough on I have to do what scares me that honestly, not that much scares me anymore.

If you keep failing long enough, it turns out that you just get really good at problem solving, and figuring out unconventional ways to reach your goals. It's not about a special secret concoction of skills, it's about persistence, and hammering away until you've taken a mess and made it into something you think is worth keeping. It's not easy, but it is simple.

Also I have incredibly strong unmedicated ADHD. But I sort of assume that's glaringly obvious.

[luxites]

a divine performance

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one thing I love about Sukuna fights is that you will always be in for a show

[batbabydamian]

it’s so funny to me Damian made and wore this suit for ONE meeting with his mom 😭

shown in the “Demon or Detective?” backups in Batman (2016) #106 and Detective Comics #1034!

[heyitsspaceace]

doctor who companion idea. person who is literally any humanities major.

sick and tired of the doctor always choosing where to go, give me a classics major who is like “i have a thesis on this werid niche greco-roman practice due soon can we go check it out?”

give me a archeology major who wants to go see the things uncovered at their dig sites before they fell into ruin

give me a drama studies major who asks to go see lost forms of historical theater and performance

tell me the doctor wouldn’t love that, because you know they would. they would adore that.

[shesnake]

we as a society genuinely need movie rental stores back so much

[lucabyte]

times ive drawn loop being used as a reading light: 2