#another one I'm sorry..........

[vounoura]

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[faffreux]

it's weird to be attracted to an ugly frog like wtf is even your taste in men

i won't argue with you about whether or not fawful is ugly but it is weird yes, i agree

i have long accepted that i am weird

[toktopus-art]

happy halloween 👻 it's haunted house time again

[teazart]

[curoopeez]

The setup for this weeks episode was actually using the full potential of a weekly series because the climax of the story was not only foreshadowed and teased but actually prepared the audience to receive it. Every time Lillia randomly said a card, all the viewers trying to figure out her predictions would look up the meaning of the cards, and thus learn what they mean, and they had time to do that because of the format of the show, so when that chekovian gun finally fires, it hits much harder because it prepared the viewers to receive it

[l-talks]

[soosoosoup]

snowzone

[lizethdraws]

Imagine Ben messing with a laser pointer and Rook tries to catch the red dot.

rook is never beating the cat allegations

[its-mayo0]

Im bbbaaackk

[help-itrappedmyself]

Dead on Main AU

Masterpost

Guys, I'm so sorry. But here's this!

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Danny blinks and he is somewhere else. He’s sitting at a dining room table, surrounded. There are so many people here. They’re all talking over each other, some yelling, some laughing. This scene comes as a great surprise to him, who -one blink ago- was trying and failing to do his homework at home in his room. Danny shoots up, his chair making a horrible noise as he pushes it away so fast it tumbles over. Everyone in the room turns to look over at him like he’s insane. 

“Oh my god, who are you people?” Danny did not mean to say this out loud, but at the sound of his voice he startles. Danny takes a moment to assess, and then, “Oh my god who am I?”  He is tall, and big, and this is certainly not his body, what is he wearing.

The boy sitting to the right of Danny, a little shorter than he is, with black hair and blue eyes (though now that he’s paying attention that does describe most people in the room),  starts chuckling lightly. “Uh, Jason? Are you good?” 

Danny turns to stare him right in the eyes. “What day is it?”

And he can tell the concern around the table is just ratcheting up every time he opens his stupid mouth.

“Did you hit your head on patrol?” The voice comes from the only blond and one of the only girls in the room, who's to the left of the person across from him. The person across from him is another boy with black hair and blue eyes who is studying Danny in a way that makes him uncomfortable, that under-a-microscope look that makes you feel like you’re failing at something.

“I have no idea if Jason hit his head.” Danny says. “I was just trying to remember if it was my birthday.”

And if he thought the room was busy when he first arrived here it is absolute pandemonium now. Everyone starts shouting and asking questions that he can’t even hear over the shouting. Someone with white hair in a suit just came through a door he didn’t even see earlier to stand by the only person not shouting, who -Danny would guess- is the only other adult in this room, witting at the head of the table. He also has black hair and blue eyes, and where almost everyone else’s reaction was panic, he froze instead. The person across from Danny also isn’t shouting, but the person next to Danny on his right has now fully stood up and looks like he might actually jump across the table to win the argument he ended up in. 

“Are you Jason’s soulmate?” is the main gist of the shouting that Danny can interpret but he’s more concerned with actual Jason at the moment. If they switched bodies... Then Jason might be in trouble…

“Hey, I forget, how long is this body swap supposed to last again?” Danny asks.

“Until you and Jason have physical contact. You have to actually meet.” The boy sitting across from him explains. He seems like one of the only ones that heard Danny talk, everyone else was still shouting. 

“Oh, that just seems terrible. What if we’re in different countries or something?” Danny complained. “Everyone in the world is just supposed to be able to drop everything and afford to fly across the world. The universe is really trying to screw people over now. Honestly, am I in a different country? Where even are we right now?”

“You’re in Gotham.” This voice was new, coming from the head of the table to Danny’s right. 

“Oh no. Nope.” Danny started backing away from the table, almost tripping on his overturned chair. “Absolutely not, no, how do I get out of here?” He starts earnestly looking for a door to get out of this place, but there are three doors he can see and he has no idea where any of them go, and doesn’t this room have any windows? What kind of a room doesn’t have any windows? Do they like to eat in a basement?

“Jason- not Jason. Uh, you need to calm down, everything will be fine alright, We’ll get you and Jason introduced no problem.” Danny swivels to track the voice and it’s the one who was sitting next to him, he’s walking towards him with his hands up and out in front of him. 

“I have to get home.” Danny breathes. 

“We can get you there, promise. Now, I’m Dick, can you tell me your name?”

“Your name is Dick? Who named you Dick?” Danny is so confused he’s stopped panicking. “How old are you for you to go by the name Dick?”

“Okay, rude.” Dick sounds like a petulant child so Danny’s estimations for his age are continuously dropping. “I’m 24.”

Danny snorts. “Okay.” The blond girl starts laughing over at the table. “I’m uh, I’m Danny.”

“Nice to meet you. Sort of. I’m Tim.” The guy from across from him had made it over to stand next to Dick. “There’s a lot of us here today so the one laughing like a hyena is Steph. That one there is Duke.” African-American, still with black hair but he has brown eyes and waves once introduced. “Damian is the short one next to him, and Cass was sitting across from Dick earlier. Our dad, Jason’s dad-” 

“Not my dad!” Steph interrupted. Tim waves her off.

“Everyone but Steph's dad, is over there, Bruce. Alfred, our butler is the one next to him.” Alfred gives a slight nod to his head. Bruce is just staring at him.

“So, names out of the way. You said you wanted to go home, where do you live?”

“Amity Park.”

[nostalgicfun]

[golyadkin]

I cannot express enough that if your reaction, as a hobby artist, to not getting that many notes on your art is to say "maybe I should just stop doing art altogether" you need to stop posting art to tumblr

not necessarily forever, not even for long, but just stop putting your art on here and start doing it for you again, remember why you enjoyed doing art in the first place and stop relying on the attention of faceless people on the internet for your enjoyment of your hard work

believe me, I get it, nothing crushes the artistic soul quite like labouring for hours on a piece only for it to get like 10 notes, so you need to find your own source of joy in the act of creation and a lot of the time that means making art and not showing it to anybody

[nipuni]

Once again I bring you some Eriks 😊

[tatakaeeren]

Umemiya Hajime | Wind Breaker Ep. 10 “Dialogue"

[stormsbourne]

one brief comment, and yes I know the zeitgeist on this has passed, but when I see people saying "somerton calling himself an achillean boy to disguise himself is the most peak gay man thing I've ever seen* my eyes roll right out of my head. why do you still not get it. you're doing the same thing he does about women but about gay men, which tumblr decides to do every once in a while because they've decided gay men don't really count as lgbt. it is not a peak gay man thing. trying to act like all gay men do this kind of thing and it's typical is not woke and it's not praxis! do I need to get hbomb here to tell you that you're doing a homophobia? the same way tumblr eagerly does james' exact brand of misogyny (qualifying it with straight/white/cis to prove it's "allowed")

he is in fact doing it because he's a grifter. that is not a gay man thing, it's a grifter thing. and he's figured out (correctly, in my opinion) that using the "correct" tumblr terms for his identity is an easy way to grift more people. regardless of how mean or bigoted or racist individual gay men are, regardless of their widespread misogyny (and boy could I talk about that), regardless of all of that stuff people like to whip out before "gay" to prove that he deserves it, gay men are still oppressed and seen as disgusting by the mainstream and you're not actually doing a social justice by joining in on it. sorry! maybe you should examine why you think these things or if there is a better way to criticize him than "wow I'm sooooooo shocked a [insert qualifier] gay man would do this just like all other [insert qualifier] gay men." it's not because he's gay! it's because he's a grifter and, like all grifters, he's good at using existing venues to get people not to look too hard at him!

[lilybug-02]

Bribed with Chocolate. The way it should be.

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More to come as this is a two-parter. But you know how I am with schedules.

Bonus:

I think this was an equally possible reaction from Chara.