#Someone do this PLEASE

[ikan-luar-air]

I want more Brucie Wayne Content. I can’t get enough of the man embarrassing the shit out of himself. It’s addicting.

But I also want to see Brucie breaking character when he’s in a room with a reporter.

I want to see Bruce literally dumping himself on a love seat and Jason just passes him an unlit cigarette (ehem), which Tim (yes, Tim) lights up with his random ass lighter. Then I want to read the reporter slowly losing their goddamn minds. Because,

“This can’t be Brucie Wayne! He’s the Prince of Gotham!”

“Aren’t they suppose to be the happy, pleasant family that donates money that seems to never end?”

To which I want Bruce to respond with,

“I am the Prince of Gotham. But remember, Joker is the Clown Prince of crime in Gotham. If he’s Crime, then I have to be the Prince of something too, don’t I?”

Then his kids all surrounding him are just snickering to each other.

[bloopblopbeepbop]

So I feel in the rabbit hole of vat7k(Varian and the 7 kingdoms)

What I think would how the end of it to go like after the trials and everyone is going home and were that are Hugo's home kingdom he has no home and hell just be one the street again and they are dropping Nuru, then Yong, and finally Varian and Hugo and Varian say there good byes to each other than Hugo is off back to his "home" he's like halfway there and then he realizes that he has nothing there and he left Donnella so he won't go back to her, and he realizes that he wants to be with Varian so he goes back to Corona to try and talk to Varian if he could stay with him and when he trying to figure out where to start looking on Corona Varian sees him from and window and starts running to meet him. Everyone else in the castle is confused and run after Varian until he runs up to Hugo and hugs him. This is how I think there conversation would go

"What are you doing here? " V

"I was looking for you. I realized that I had no home to were I was going and I know my heart lies with you so I can to ask if I could stay with you Gogles. " H

"Well I can't make that decision but we could always ask Rapunzel. " V

"I wouldn't see anything wrong with that Varian" R

"So can I stay here? " H

"Yes! " V and R

And then they lived happily ever after.

Anyone can write this and if you do please tag me I would read it in a instant

[totally-drama-takes]

Has anyone thought of the possibility of an AU of All-Stars where everything is the same, except Mal has no memory connection with the other alters, and him, having been gone for so long including ROTI and the start of All-Stars, is extra unaware of the environment he's at and is just bluffing about it all the time? Like, he's still trying to be evil or whatever, but he has no idea what names the people around him have or their relationship with Mike, or for example in the moon challenge him not knowing anything about what the objective is cause he missed the explanation at the start (Since Mike was fronting) and the others thinking it was too straight foward to mention it again...

!!!!!!

[swimmingwithfish]

Enid and wednesday and the you came you called audio JEIFJSJQNE

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

[cozylittleartblog]

"content creator" is a corporate word.

we are artists.

[maxknightley]

this is a new one.

[m-r-moth]

Aang - if you got arrested, what would be the charges?

and.. of course..

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illustrating the incorrect atla quote from @caylenqueen

(the arson zuko from my other post was originally made for this thing, heh)

[kensatou]

if nothing else can save america this zero-year-old fairy baby otter with no gender can. chiitan's platform is love. and chaos.

[willgrahamscock]

I wish someone would put my post under the water, maybe I want to be lost at sea forever

[miss-americanbi]

was chatting with my brother about gravity falls (again) and i said something like “man, can you believe stan waited and worked for 30 years just for the chance to try and bring his brother back?” to which my brother responded, “yeah, it’s nuts when you think about it. i wonder if stan got trapped in the multiverse instead, if ford would do the same.” HELLO???

[caliburn-the-sword]

"hur hur gabe wasn't as abusive as he was in the books" people can all shut up. percy's jaw TREMBLED when ares yelled at him, which had nothing at all to do with his god status - percy backtalks gods just fine. he had trauma response to ares yelling. ares didn't so much as lift a finger. that goes to speak volumes about what percy was experiencing at home

[min-play]

the only art kid in class

Animation by Isabella Spagnolo Voiced by AB

[rossary-of-the-rose]

IMO, people should wear theatrical clothes more. Like, YES, obviously you should come clubbing in a ball gown, that’s freaking awesome. Hamlet shirt with extra lace and billowing sleeves? Perfect. A jacket with coattails and a top hat? We love that. Life would be so much more dramatic and interesting. Let’s prance down the street singing out of tune, in the rain, like we’re in a musical. Fuck yes.