#but im also tired

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

I've got a lot of thoughts about Phantom of the Opera and I'm going to go through them rapid fire.

Firstly, Carlotta doesn't deserve to be dissed as much as she does. Almost everything she does is reasonable.

She storms out after a set piece falls on her (which could have seriously hurt her) and the owners just brushed it off. Btw similar things have been happening for years at this point.

If THE Prima Donna (who doesn't have an understudy. Which is another failure of the opera house) can't expect to be able to work, then she should walk.

Sure, she comes back, but she's probably got some kind of contract with the opera house. She'd need to return to discuss ending her contract. Or at least empty her dressing room.

Most of the blame for refusing the Phantom's casting is on the owners and Raoul. Carlotta doesn't initially want to continue working there. She has to be sweet talked/ bribed into returning as the lead. So why does the Phantom wreck her voice? She wouldn't have upstaged Christine if the owners didn't beg her to.

And Carlotta is the better opera singer. She has almost the same range as Christine, and the songs she sings are more technically difficult. I haven't heard one version of this damn musical where the actress playing Carlotta isn't just as good, if not better, then the one playing Christine. Yeah, she might not sound better to us, the audience. But most of us don't listen to much opera

[lonely-night]

finally submitted that damn group assignment I wanna go to bookstore to de-stress

[sunn-mechanic]

Ngl the longer i stay on break the more i don't feel like I wanna come back. I would miss you guys but also i'm realizing how tiring it was being on here almost all the time and constantly thinking about it, and I get really tired when i think about ending my break. tbh im thinking i might not ever officially "come back from break". im prolly just gonna keep it this way, only coming on every now and then.

This might just be me realizing i needed the break more than i thought i did and i just need to stay off longer before i feel like coming back, but honestly im most likely going to keep the "im on break" spirit even if i end up being super active again later.

[weirdcat1213]

thought about giving up, decided to try to draw vash the stampede instead

[the-hovel-of-a-nerdy-rabbit]

Hi humans! I'm alive. :)

Sorry that I haven't really posted for the past couple of weeks! I've been a bit busy with my family and a show I'm performing in for the next two weekends. That doesn't mean I haven't entirely left PokéOmens out to dry. Most of Gabriel and his team has been drawn, and I'm scheming on outfit designs for Beelze and Muriel (BTW I'm excited for them). Just because it's been a hot minute, I will say this:

The majority win was right about Beelzebub, but not Gabriel.

I won't post for the next two weeks again, but I'll be working on finishing them as much as I can.

That covers all I wanted to say. Thank you all for being patient with me, and I'll see you guys later!

Little bonus if you read this:

[sillyguy-supreme]

white americans when you tell them that the idea of climate change as an impending disaster is a reductive first world perspective because it’s a tangible reality for many in the global south already:

[pope-of-the-snail-church]

lets pray this doesnt go south again

[sylvia-is-tired]

im so tired so here's a recap of what trump did today summarized and probably incomplete because we are in super hell:

End birthright citizenship (a.k.a the 14th amendment)

Remove the legal existence of non-binary people

Withdraw from the world health organization

pardon jan 6 people

[lordcheesy]

i just turned 24 today, I'm statistically ⅓ of the way through life.idk how I feel about that. what did life amount to so far?

i feel pensive abut the next ⅔. what will it be? what do I want it to be?

idk I'm scared

[unnamedsoul]

Sorry for crying from social anxiety in front of you too many times do you still like me?

[ohposhers]

GIVE THESE BOYS A WEEKEND YAOI FISHING TRIP !! GAT DAMN!! i actually have so many thoughts about Big getting Shadow into fishing istg im gonna make a whole comic on it im in too deep

[watcherintheweyr]

Don't write the shi wudu defense essay, vira, you'll just attract.... them....

Don't do it. You have enough issues w greenies and rh*sand lovers

Do not

Do nOT

[artsymeeshee]

a lil’ comfort hug

[endykelopaedia]

"black people are seen as hyper-masculine and face a lot of violence for it, so yes you can be oppressed for seeming or being masculine"

AHT!! lets talk! black people are not actually hyper-masculine. hyper-masculinity is a projection by people trying to justify anti-black fear and violence. it is not a true and then demonised observation about black existence. the hyperfocus on the masculinity of black people is itself racism!

when you call this issue of racism anti-masculinity or misandry or whatever, you are obfuscating the bigotry at play. ESPECIALLY given that it is overwhelmingly just white women's fear about black people's supposed hyper-masculinity that actually gets listened to & acted upon.

in addition, there are other addendums people tack onto their anti-blackness that completely cause this logic to fall apart when applied. Namely, adultification! black people, black children get adultified by white society.

We are assumed to be older & more independent, and thus less in need of the safety, care, sensitivity, accommodation one would give to a child, and this results in violence and neglect. it is directly observable in the way black children are more likely to get detention, suspended or expelled for the same behaviour as their white peers, s/a rates for black youth, and the arguments that 40 y/o cops give for brutalising & murdering black 20, 16, 12, 8 year olds who so much as breathe in their line of sight.

Given this then, following the misandry logic, we can say being recognised as older or as an adult is a form of oppression.

"black people are seen as older/more mature and face a lot of violence for it, so yes, you can be oppressed for seeming like or being an adult"

we can for the sake of this post name this oppression adultery.

i kid. but do you see the problem. being recognised as an adult is obviously, not itself a form of oppression, in fact quite the opposite, being recognised as adult can grant you a lot of privileges that children do not have.

and black kids are evidently, not adults or people who act like adults. they dont mature faster. black 18 y/os will also face the problem of adultification to justify violence against them. black maturity is not a true and then demonised observation about black existence. the form of oppression is racism, and adultification is the deployed means of enacting racism.

the means of combatting the adultification of black people would not come in creating adult positivity or "advocating" for adults or telling children not to fear adults. it comes in the form of learning about anti-blackness, unlearning anti-blackness, and actually directly combatting anti-blackness.

similarly the means of combatting the hyper-masculinisation of black people comes in the form of learning about anti-blackness, unlearning anti-blackness, and actually directly combatting anti-blackness.

Racism explains both of this phenomena far better than "misandry" ever could.

[criedwolftoomanytimes]

I just kinda need to vent cuz i can't really sleep after today which is so weird to me. But, for the first time in my life today I had a triggering trauma inducing panic attack or something like it. We were watching a movie in movie club like normal and the way they portrayed children and some of the scenes kids were in just made me super uncomfortable and I started not being able to calm down. Anyways, I ended up sharing it with the group cuz i was trying to be open and it felt awkward(it always seems to feel awkward sharing things), but I just was processing I guess. I think I'm ok now just a little shellshocked. It feels better to just write it down tho.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage

The thing is, Tim didn't mean to put it on. He was just kind of playing with it to keep his hands busy while he was thinking about the recent murder case. GCPD had their hands full with the serial robbers that didn't rank high enough to catch Batman's attention, and Tim never had a problem with helping the police if he had time.

And the ring was a perfect fidget toy, if he is being honest. Small and plain enough not to distract him, but the round stone in the middle was loosely attached, making it able to spin inside the frame. Which is what he did, again and again, like those fidget spinners.

Of course, he was just destined to drop it sooner or later. And then, when he reached under the table to pick it up, his finger caught inside the ring, and, well.

The ring was now firmly on his finger.

The problem was that he couldn't take it off.

It wasn't stuck, at least not in the general sense of it - Tim could easily spin it around, and it wasn't tight. But it wasn't loose either, and as soon as he tried to move it past the knuckle, the ring heavily disagreed, almost like shrinking down and absolutely refusing to be detached.

Barbara suggested soap, which didn't work. Dick tried for a more mechanical approach, first with pliers and then with a laser, which the ring resisted with no effort. Cass, who was actually the one who brought the damned thing into the Cave after one of her adventures in Hong Kong, just smiled and shrugged, which was of no help either. Damian offered to cut the finger off, which probably would have helped, but Tim rather liked all his limbs attached.

Bruce called Constantine. The magician took one look at the ring, barked a humorless laugh, and pat Tim on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Congrats, mate," he said, a wry smile on his lips, "I hope you file for divorce."

Although, while all the rest of the Bats and Birds devolved into fits of hysterical laughter (Steph), indignant sputtering (Damian), and cries of outrage (everyone else sans Alfred, who was pointedly unimpressed), Tim couldn't even bring himself to be surprised. Really, his life had been a shitshow since he was around ten. It's not like he didn't expect himself to be accidentally married to some otherworldly magical creature by this point.

The worst part - worse than the actual engagement, that is - was that Constantine couldn't exactly tell them who the spouse was.

What he did say was that the Ring belonged to the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, and Eyes of Universe. But those were only titles, and, as John Constantine begrudgingly admitted, there has been a change in the management recently, so no one really knew what the new almighty monarch looked like or what they were, much less their whereabouts.

"You can't blame me for not being keen to find out, though," John said, wincing, "The last one was a bloody tyrant, and the Realms operate under the right of conquest rule."

At least, the mage assured them that since the being had not yet come to collect their shiny new spouse, they might never show up at all. The Ring has been lost for ages after all, so maybe the King didn't even remember having one. Or, the previous King didn't, and the new one didn't know about or didn't care.

The first week after the incident, they spent anxiously researching and worrying. Bruce even went as far as making Tim wear a tracker at all times, which was not great, but he did appreciate the gesture. Kind of.

After the first month with no sign of any changes, the worry started to abate. In half a year, most of the family stopped trying to keep an eye on Tim at all times lest he suddenly disappeared. Two years later, even Tim himself treated the Ring as a natural part of his daily life. The stone inside was still a great fidget toy, engagement or not.

Three years, one month, and five days after Tim first put the Ring on his finger, when the world was falling apart and breaking in front of him and there was not a single thing he could do to stop it anymore, Tim pressed his lips to the cold, dark strip of unknown metal on his finger.

"Whoever you are, I don't even care, please," he whispered in a useless prayer, his voice hoarse and his throat dry, "please, help."

And the world came to a stop with a short, amused chuckle.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

[part 2 ->]