#ardently original

[gaywarcriminals]

The soggier a Bingge is, the better. Bingges looking "cool" is actually a sign of distress. A happy, healthy, and properly resocialized Bingge must be a a pathetic creature with mop-like quantities of water dripping from his fur.

[chloevazquezart]

A cheeky little preview of my piece for @daflowerzine :>

[biaoba]

Vs

IM ABOUT TO SAY A SLUR!!!!!!!!!

[b4kuch1n]

a movie in which scientists manufacture a species of plant life that septuples the oxygen output of a normal tree

transcript

[skitskatdacat63]

"Bring on The Dancing Horses"(x) - Echo and The Bunnymen × Ferrari Drivers

[sorawritesstuff]

𝙸 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

Chapter One

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

Well, good thing times had changed, because if Jason had to choose a wife from the people he knew, he’d be dead. A second time.

None of the Batfamily were at all viable options; Cass maybe came closest, but he’d probably pass out on all the karaoke dates Steph was sure to drag him on. Out of the Outlaws, Kori was far too optimistic for real life, and Artemis, well, he’d already messed up with her enough. There wasn’t anyone outside of vigilante work that he knew well enough to even consider briefly—to put it gently, Jason wasn’t exactly the best at making friends. He could probably marry Roy, but then that wouldn’t be a wife, right? Or maybe a malewife counted? 

Whatever. It wasn’t like he had to marry anyone just cause Austen said so. And even if he did, at least no one could be worse than her. 

Her, erroneously labeled “Charmer”, in her all bright, bubbly glory. All that sparkly white kevlar and disgusting optimism and playful dalliance and—well, he didn’t actually know what she looked like under that eye-searingly pink mask she always wore, but he bet she would be knockout gorgeous just to piss him off, too. 

Oh, what an absolute pain. Apparently fate was simply determined that anyone by the name Jason Todd could never catch a single break. As if dying wasn’t already enough. 

He’d known from the moment she sauntered into Arkham Asylum with a glossy smile and a swing of her hips that she would be the end of him. The second one, anyway. If he wasn’t stupid as well as foolhardy, Jason would have said he’d take a couple bullets instead of spend another minute in her presence.

Yeah.

Batman had brought her on the case for her…emotional prowess at dealing with interrogations, since the latest addition to the Rogues Gallery at the time had been a new unknown villain named The Sphinx. As if Jason wasn’t good at getting information out of criminals? He smelled B.S. 

“You don’t have any technique for it,” Bruce had explained flatly, eyes on the monitor screen in front of him.

“Sure I do,” Jason had retorted with crossed arms. “I implement the technique of punching until they talk, or don’t have teeth left.” 

His mentor figure had grunted in response. 

At least that was over and done with. It’d been a couple months ago, and now that Sphinx whoever was safely in the Arkham Asylum (not that anyone ever stayed there long), Charmer was well out of the picture and he finally regained whatever shred of peace he had in his pastiche of a second life. 

It wasn’t much, but Jason knew just how hideously life could treat him firsthand. For now, he’d be content with the crappy patch up job he’d received. 

At any rate, if you looked at things the way Steph might—optimistically, that was—things weren’t all bad. The Joker had been dormant for some time, Charmer was gone, and he could focus back on college just the way he wanted to for his sophomore year.

Which brought him to the current scenario—sitting in a chair less comfortable than family dinners at Wayne Manor, attending a seminar on 19th Century British Literature, idly spinning a pen through his fingers as the professor rambled on and on about Elizabeth Bennet’s romantic appeal. 

“Despite her flaws and oddities, as being a female bookworm of the times must have been, Lizzie still manages to snag the most eligible bachelor in Hertfordshire. See, one of Austen’s most radical ideas at this point of the century is that everyone can find love.”

Clack.

His pen hit the ground, and Jason swore as quietly as he could. Was this scholar an idiot, or what? And now he couldn’t even reach his pen. 

Grunting, Jason lurched forward in his precarious plastic seat, giving up on his aims when somebody down the row shot him a questionable look. What was he supposed to do now? He needed to take notes, and that was his sole writing utensil. Swallowing his ego, he bit back a groan and tapped on the student before him. 

She turned, a pretty Asian girl in a cream beige sweater and a ribbon up her hair, and Jason’s mouth dried up.

This was worse than having to go on patrol when Mr. Freeze was around.

“Is this yours?” 

She smiled, lips glossy, offering the pen to him with an open palm, and for a moment Jason wondered if life was going to give him a break for once and let him have something good—something normal. Not that she was anything normal, seeing as most girls who looked like they’d stepped out of a magazine for successful trust fund babies fresh out of private school didn’t give a second glance to guys like him, but still. Relationships were normal even for vigilantes, as long as you weren’t someone like him—someone cursed to only ever kiss people he punched or punch people he kissed. 

This was his chance to prove that he was indeed not the member of the Batfamily who pulled the least. 

But obviously life wasn’t going to let him do that.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, causing the girl to instantly snap back to attention lest the professor pointed them out, and Jason cursed under his breath at the notification.

Really, B? Now?

He squinted at the screen, calloused fingers fumbling with the lockscreen login. Did every father figure enjoy interrupting at the worst possible moments? 

Then the message appeared, and all thoughts of normal flew out the door. 

‘Sphinx is missing. Come to Batcave. Now.’

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Most Ardently

YA historical romance

retelling of Pride & Predudice following a closeted gay trans boy who’s expected to attend balls and look for suitors

he sneaks out at night dressed as a boy, and ends up spending a lot of time with a boy who’d been rude to him at a function, but is more open with him like this

as they grow closer, and he faces increasing pressure to get married and to be a proper woman, and has to decide how he’s going to face his future

[dunaldoodles]

*(gives your bugs a nice meal?)*

Might wanna specify who its to, anon. These bugs have been in survival mode for a while and they WILL fight over something if its good enough.

[utmconservator]

Kindness: UTMV

Animated by wyllaztopia2369

Twitch

Voices by neotxic

More Ardent Gospel

[breathofthedragon-paragonsystem]

Meet me at the pheasant's hut,

Or the field at break of day;

On a wooden boat in the pouring rain

Or a balconet on stage.

No matter where you meet me,

In any day or age,

I'll know you by the melody our bones sing in their graves,

recorded time and time again

on the immortal page.

[age-of-moonknight]

“Darkness at the Edge of Town (Part Two),” Avengers Unlimited (Vol. 1/2022), Infinity Comic, #34.

Writer: Alex Segura; Artist: Jim Towe; Colorist: Andres Mossa; Letterer: Joe Sabino

[chloevazquezart]

Previews of my piece for @daflowerzine :) I hope everyone whose purchased enjoys all of the work, there's been super amazing artists and writers on board who have made such amazing work! Preorders are still available until October 31st.

[tonyzilla]

this took me lik 5 minutes but here have a sketch of my ocs mycroft and viktor!!

viktor is crying in the background and mycroft does not give a shit

[eemoo1o-animoo]

I agree with you. Grelliam is a ship I adore only in fanfic and aus. But in canon? Hell no. Grelle deserves better. And they drive each other up the wall, but not in a fun way.

I don't even like it in AUs, I say, having planned out an AU with @magicalara of which I'm writing a sequel to their original work on it.

[tanadrin]

So one of the things that can apparently contribute to kidney issues in cats is if they eat too much dry food and don't drink enough water; cats are adapted to get a lot of their water from their food since they're originally desert animals, and might not get enough water if they don't eat wet food. Unfortunately, Dozy won't eat wet food no matter what; she categorically refuses to touch the stuff. So a few months ago, we were looking for ways to get Dozy more fluids, and my wife noticed at the pet store a cat drink--basically meat broth with some floaty bits in--that was low-protein and meant for cats with kidney issues. So we figured, worth a try, right?

Great news: she loved it. Super tasty apparently. Great success. Along with the kidney-sensitive treats we found, it was a nice way to supplement her diet. Unforseen long-term consequence though: she loved it so much she began demanding it throughout the day. Like, would come up to us and meow, and meow, and meow, and not stop, until we got up, went to the kitchen, and got her some cat drink.

And by doing so on demand, we have unfortunately created a monster: no matter what we are doing at home, Dozy knows that if she sits next to you and meows, 1) you know what she wants, and 2) you know that she will not stop until you get it for her now. And when you do get it, she gets extremely excited. She will bum rush the kitchen door as you enter. She will run around your feet as you open the can. She will let out the creakiest, crunchiest, most nails-on-the-chalkboard meow you've ever heard if she thinks you're not going fast enough.

I do not begrudge her this. It is gratifying to care for a creature whose most ardent desires are so simple that it is this easy to fulfill them. But I am a little sad, because I know in my heart that I have never loved any comestible as much as she loves this cat drink. She has a pleasure of a purity and intensity that I will never know.

[the creacher in question]

[scalpelofshar]

Me looking at the relatively sparse backstories and histories of the extended thorm family: My City Now, I'm moving into this cursed real estate