#and it gave me feelings

[thatdemiboymess]

Do you think any of the Todoroki siblings had a period of time where they hoped Touya was still alive out there somewhere and not actually dead like their father told them? And do you think they wrote letters to him that they kept in their rooms to cope with the loss and the grief of losing him?

[thedarklordgivenofucks]

Excerpt from a Diary

It became apparent quickly that Sparrow and I were very similar. They were good with their hands, good with a blade, motivated to miracles by even the promise of gold. Even their casual, easy-going smile masked a world of hurt not unlike my own. They were human, still very young, but the way locks seemed to spring merely at their suggestion was as if they’d been a thief for hundreds of years, not a couple of decades of human life. It was startling, to say the least. They can do anything I can, with as much or more efficacy. Terrifying.

Fear is not new to me, and I doubt anyone would have the right to judge me for being afraid: First the nautoloid, the mindflayers, the tadpole - and then being lost in the gods-fosaken wilderness with nothing but a dagger and the clothes on my back. Even when I first met Sparrow and their merry band of misfits, the first thing I’d thought upon seeing other people in the woods was that surely they were Cazador’s lackeys, here to return me to his service. I was fortunate to be proven wrong - perhaps the only fortune I’ve ever received.

Nevertheless, the fear that they’ll tire of me is stalwart. I can’t survive out here on my own, not with all the nonsense that’s going on, and knowing that I could become a mindflayer at any moment without the protection of the artifact they carry is reason enough to be terrified.  I need Sparrow if I am to survive, no matter the cost. But as it stands, our talents are very similar, and I’m not certain why they keep me around.

Sparrow is afraid of magic - whether because of street superstitions or purely due to their uneducated background I cannot say. Regardless, they refuse to touch the stuff, relying purely on their wits and mundane talents. Therefore, naturally, when Gale offered to teach me a few spells, I accepted. I was so desperate to prove that I can still be useful, despite Sparrow and I’s similar abilities.

I fear I may have miscalculated. My attempt to gain versatility may have left me at a weaker position than before. As it stands, I am not as good of a thief as Sparrow, nor as good of a spellcaster as Gale. I feel like a child, mimicking their parents’ professions with toys in an inferior attempt to be noticed. It’s disgusting. Pathetic, even - but I’ve made my choice. I’ve put too much effort into the facade to drop it now.

I don’t understand why they keep me around, to be honest, I feel worthless in a fight, and anything outside of a fight Sparrow can handle themselves. Despite that, they do more than just keep my company - they take me everywhere, almost not even letting me out of their sight. Even when they’ve dismissed Gale or Shadowheart to camp in favor of other company, they keep me by their side. Their smile seems easier when they lay eyes on me, and they laugh even at the worst jokes in my repertoire. I don’t understand it. “I’m just glad to have another crim around to be honest,” they’ve told me. “I was worried I’d get stuck with a bunch of hero-types and get lectured about how stealing is wrong and whatever else. Much better to have an honest criminal for company.” Honest. Surely they can’t be that dense. Sparrow is also a shameless coquette. I don’t think there’s a single member of our camp they have yet to flirt with - save the dog, of course, but even then I wouldn’t be surprised. It seems like they develop an attraction to anyone who can stand to talk to them for five minutes. Naturally, that includes myself, and I’ve indulged them in it - even gone so far as to return the flattery. Loath as I am to return to using my bed to keep people’s attention, there are worse partners I could take. Sparrow is charming, a pleasure to be around - even a bit handsome, all things considered. If I can get to them before one of the others do, it may be all I need to cement my position in the group. Besides - who better than an honest criminal for company?

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

why did he do that to me? part 2 of this :3

[noirandchocolate]

Several weeks ago one of my coworkers called me over into her cubicle and gave me a very unexpected gift. Her mother passed away recently, and she'd been packing stuff up at her condo to give to relatives and sell, so the home could be sold. The mother was an avid knitter and crocheter, and when my coworker came upon her stash of equipment, she told me, she "immediately thought of me as someone who might get some use out of it."

So, I have inherited a varied collection of knitting needles and crochet hooks, cable needles, sewing needles, and, best of all, now-out-of-print pattern books, mostly for blankets, because that was what this lady loved to make most. Plus, I also have a bunch of gauge swatches she made, pinned to little bits of card covered in perfect schoolteacher handwriting setting out the patterns they were made to test.

And also...

My coworker brought another bag, full of yarn and...knitted blanket squares. Her mother's last started project, before she got too sick to continue. And she asked if there was anything I could do with it.

It turned out, there are twelve completed squares, and I quickly located the pattern book they are from amid those given to me. It's a book of 60 patterns, meant to be put together however the maker wishes into blankets of 20 squares. I figured out which of the numbered patterns were already made, and selected eight more that I thought might go well with them.

So now! I am working on completing! My coworker's mother's last knitting project!

And I really am feeling very good about doing it.

[catsharky]

And on that day, Garrus learned two things: to shut up and let Shepard fight the losing battle against gravity, and a whole lotta new human swear words

Comic Masterpost

Also, while I didn't end up being able to match the vibe of the rough for this panel, I like it so much that I must share it with the world

[harblkun]

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[ethosiab]

beating artblocks ass with a more steampunk-y tango

[fairytwles]

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Some small details for a character learning sword fighting for the first time:

- sore wrists

- blisters on hands

- every movement opens you up to be hit

- they will hit the tops of their arm and own sides with the sword while learning

- there is a primal sixth sense when you know you’re being toyed with

And, for your typically nonviolent characters.

You don’t aim for the swords. You aim for the person holding the sword.

It sounds so obvious but needs to be accepted. Actively. When holding a sword you have to understand you’re attacking another person. Even to block you have to aim your blocks at the other person or they won’t be strong enough to actually protect yourself.

[featherfangart]

Down Below

Here's my yearly dose of fish. A lot of them and one big boi. Oh and Link's there too. <3

[woffolke]

growing up together

[turnupswritessometimes]

I'm obsessed with them, actually.

Bonus:

[scraps-n-starters]

Trapped in a book this and sentient marble shenanigans that

Give me sentient 'cursed' sword Danny. Give me a tragedy broken Danny who had to choose whether to allow the observants to use him or trap him or end him and Clockwork give him another option. To hide and grieve and rest.

The Cursed Sword left in the League vaults that slides uselessly through any innocent and if you push? If you keep trying to raise it's blade against an undeserving opponent? Will bite back on it's wielder with frost and reflected fear

Gifted or found, give me Damian carefully cleaning a neglected old blade. Give me Danny waking once more to the gentle grind of a whetstone, a sliver of electric green shining in the space that shouldn't be. A magic blade that has never resonated with anyone that sings in Robin's hand, freezing over those with cruelty in their hearts

(Dealer's choice what reverts Danny back to his humanoid form. True love's kiss? Legitimately wanting to be a person again? A tricky situation where the Bats are stuck and he's left lying useless on the floor, unable to save anyone, this time of his own volition?)

(Bonus for if the first time he's wielded against the Joker Danny just. Mimick style eats him. Blade splits down the center, cavernous maw, swallows whole. Nobody realized that could happen.)

[venduri]

Only you could accomplish such art, Celebrimbor

Assad Zaman as Celebrimbor from JRR Tolkien's The Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales