#calling this one

[wholelottatransbians]

New Wondrous inspired AU, because the Wonder Woman brainrot is always real.

Basically: Inko and Hippolyta are married, Satomi is their daughter (born of clay like Diana was), and both Midoriya's go back to Japan so that Satomi can attend UA. Hijinx ensue.

[mjrtaurus]

Fuck it, I like the idea enough to give it its own post.

I give you the Cursed AU, it’s a real world setting with fantasy and canon elements sprinkled in.

There will likely be art to come

Crocodile is a pirate that spares no quarter in his cruelty and greed. He will dog a ship for leagues to raid it for even the pettiest of baubles. He will pay no mind to who he must cut down to secure the object of his whims, be they friend or foe. He will play with lives and he will play with hearts, all if it means he gets what he wants.

And if he cannot have something or someone? Then he will be sure that no one can.

When he catches a ship, it is in a person’s best interest to die in the raid. A prisoner kept in Crocodile’s brig might as well be at the mercy of the devil himself. The only people that leave alive are those he throws to the crocodiles of the cove he weighs anchor in.

As one could imagine, he cares little for the gods or their temples, only the treasures associated with them. He could plunder, yes, but he could work smarter and hold an entire community hostage over a single relic of religious significance… so he does, sending priests and acolytes alike to the crocodiles, stealing precious artifacts, bullying and extorting to his heart’s content…

It’s for this particular slight that the Sea curses him.

At sunset one summer evening, She appeared to him and his crew. Aglow with the ghost-light of the green flash, she tears the still beating heart from his chest and holds it over the rail, above the waves. The crocodiles that paddle in the water below make way for the largest among them, who rears its massive head and opens its jaws. The Sea lets his heart fall into them, and they close with a snap.

All the greed in Crocodile’s heart twists the beast into a monster that is forever bound to him in a life made eternal.

By the Sea’s decree, he feels the creature’s endless, ravenous hunger as if it is his own. No food or drink he takes will soothe it, no matter how much or how often it passes his lips, for it all crumbles to nothing the moment he swallows it down. He can only sate himself by feeding the beast.

Even then, the relief is fleeting. The more he feeds the monster, the larger it grows, the deeper its appetite becomes, and all the darker its desires. He must raid and raid and raid, feed it and feed it and feed it, or depravity and starvation that isn’t his own will drive him mad.

If he flees from it, it will follow him to wherever it is that he’s hidden himself. There is no distance or terrain that will keep it from him. It will kill and destroy and glut itself and torment him until it either finds him, or he returns to it.

He cannot be killed, not by his own hand or any other. No matter how fatal the wound, he will heal, and be spared none of the pain. Death will take him by no means but one: killing the beast.

It is simple enough, but it comes at a terrible cost.

His soul.

However, there is a way to break the curse. A way that the Sea doesn’t tell him. If She did, it would only doom him.

If he were to kill the beast to save someone he loves from its jaws, then his heart will be returned to him. His heart, his life, his soul, his mortality, all of it.

The love doesn’t have to be requited. It doesn’t have to be romantic. It doesn’t have to last forever. It just has to be love, true and deep and real.

[skipppppy]

So there’s a trend going round where you draw Miku inspired by your own culture and normally I just sit those out bc i’m from England but then the image of her covered in fake tan with the full chav makeup and sloppily bleached blue pigtails popped into my head and i almost threw up laughing. So here’s bri’ish Miku. She smells like impulse body spray and spent the last 30 minutes arguing with the teacher who told her to take her coat off. It’s chewsday innit

edit: i fucked up with the cigarette i know it’s the wrong way round blease stop making fun of me 😔💔

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

I was inspired

[bonesandthebees]

one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[chessb0r3d]

Analysis so bad you don't even know what it's talking about anymore.

[thelaurenshippen]

watching bridgerton and obviously there were a lot of things wrong with the way socializing has worked in the past, but honestly the idea of a "calling hour" is so appealing. office hours for friendship. you can show up unannounced at my home between 1 and 3pm. you must leave by 3pm. I may give you a pastry. lets bring that back

[shesmore-shoebill]

"I had choice paralysis :(" is a KILLER line.

He's such a comedic powerhouse, I'm glad more people are getting exposed to him :'D

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[tuttle-did-it]

David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.

edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.

This woman has lost her fucking mind.

Jo, are you okay?

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[kiryuing]

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

this literally happened in the movie