#could be the production

[chaoticgoodcaptain]

!!!possible hot take warning!!!

songs that feel weirdly similar and have weirdly similar lyrics, yet each of them has a very distinct vibe:

"Python" by GOT7

"Miss Missing You" by Fall Out Boy

like when GOT7 said "shot through the chest, i was falling for the shooter" and when FOB said "the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger" both were exquisite lyrical acts but damn...damn.

[corantus]

marceline x 90s joan jett fits 🖤🦇

crossover btwn my favorite women. ft my design for her guitar

[seldompathic]

If he was anything but pure I would rather face the rapture

[bluemoonbun]

Reader is implied to like feminine things, though gender identity is kept ambiguous.

Damian was a good brother. That’s what he always told himself. He was a good brother, a good son. He was cold, rude, and erudite, but he was able and willing to help anyone who needed it.

When he arrived at Wayne manor, Bruce told him the general run down of why you were to be avoided when it came to anything vigilante related. You were still pure, a year younger than Damian but without any of the pain. The only one in the Wayne manor that could have a shot at becoming a normal person. Damian envied that, but kept it to himself. His anger often boiled to the top, drops of green venom dripping from his mouth when you tried to annoy him into spending time with you.

Your complaints of him ignoring you was scalding water on his already raw nerves. Why would you complain about not being the center of attention for five damn seconds? He would trade anything for the life you had. A life where you could lay around after school and never worry about a rogue bullet lodging itself in your arm, or a poisonous plant releasing psychedelic spores into an open wound.

You could and would never join the Robins. You were weak; it was in your blood. Always sickly, always the pacifist. You wouldn't survive a day in his life. And you weren't living his life; you were living his dream.

But apparently the effort the family was putting in wasn’t enough.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed that the manor felt… off about two weeks before the fight with Joker. He couldn’t trace it for the life of him at first. When he realized by the second week that he hadn’t spoken to you in days, or really seen you around the manor at all, he wrote off the worms writhing in his stomach. You must’ve been busy with a class assignment and had little time to annoy him with your demands of time together.

After the fight, however, he was a war of a thousand emotions. How dare you leave them? Why would you turn away an easy life fat on nepotism for a group of murderers, con men, the dredges of Gotham’s society?

Were you truly that desperate to be acknowledged that you’d turn your back on the family who did everything for you? He hopes you’re happy there, since you were clearly so upset at not being given attention.

Over time, however, things start to change. A few days after Jason made a full recovery, Damian looked at one of the drones Tim managed to get a chunk of code from. It took a lot of trial and error, and the development of an entirely new program to grab some of the code before it bricked itself, and enough all nighters and energy drinks that any doctor would faint, but it was managed. The code was dense, optimized to work with the least bloat possible, well tagged variables, and even a handful of comments in the code.

//Buy Bane those Boston Donuts from the donut shop on 5th //Why does this code need to be here so it doesn’t auto brick itself. What is in the code protecting it from the wrath of God //Louie likes Texas barbecue ribs. Possible treat? //DO NOT FEED THEM WHOLE RIBS. COOKED BONES BAD. //SINCE WHEN WAS THIS VARIABLE A STRING??? IT WAS AN INT 5 LINES AGO //Help the hopeless lesbians get together. //Would Harley and Ivy dating make Harley my mom or Ivy my big sister? Both???

His eyes skimmed the retrieved comments, laughing at a few. It seems that Bane, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn were the most common subjects of the notes, though a few mentioning the Iceberg lounge asking what non-alchoholic drink you’d like added, or Riddler offering you another puzzle to keep your mind active. Even Joker was mentioned, though it seemed mostly transactional.

It was strange seeing you in this light. You seemed to have a lot of spice in you, but a heart made of gold. You were definitely surprised whenever one othe villains offered to take you on some trip to amusement parks, regular parks, even just willingly watching anime with you. It was odd to see. Surely someone at the house did those things with you? He didn’t but he was extremely busy with school and vigilantism. Jason was legally dead, so surely he had all the time in the world.

“How was I supposed to relate to them? They’re what, 12 and into shit like that one with the cat looking dog thing and the robot girl. I have shit to do. Y’know, managing Crime Alley?”

Well, Dick had come over to hang out plenty of times. Surely he’d spent at least a few hours with you every now and then? “I have an entire team and criminals to manage of in another city, Damian. I don’t have as much time as you think to do whatever it was with them they’d wanted to do”

Maybe Tim? “I have college and stuff, Damian. And I don’t have the energy to put into hanging around them. I’d probably just be sleeping most of the time.

Bruce? “I have to manage you, Gotham, and the Justice League, Damian. I barely have time for myself.”

… Alfred? “I tried, Master Damian. However I’m constantly pulled thin between so many tasks. Besides, all you have is school most days, and you’ve had summer vacations and weekends. Shouldn’t you’ve had plenty of time to spend with your younger sibling?”

… He did have the most time outside of vigilantism. And it took him a week to realize you were missing.

You had to realize that they were under extreme stress though, right?He couldn’t spend all his free time with you. He had his own friends to hang out with. How were you two even supposed to relate?

One day at dinner, the thoughts were thrashing in his head, slamming against soft tissue and tearing through brain matter. He aimlessly poked at the food on his plate.

“You alright, replacement?” Jason asked, pausing in his extremely rare dinners with everyone else. Alfred had promised him a tray of fudge to take home this time around, and nobody made fudge quite as good as he did.

“… They were gone for two weeks.”

Everyone stopped eating as he continued.

“Two weeks. Two full weeks before they showed up at that fight. Did anyone here even know? I only noticed after a week and assumed they were just holed up in their room with a class assignment or something.” He was rambling. Everyone was quiet and looking at each other. How did it manage to slip past everyone? They were detectives, for Christ’s sake.

They were your family.

—

Dinner ended with guilt wrapping around their throats and pulling.

Eventually, all of them found themselves in your room. It had been emptied, but showed no signs of struggle. All the small items, the comforter, and your clothes were gone. But what was taken left something behind. Copies of photos of you winning state level competitions, letters requesting your attendance at seminars, photos of gold medals and blue ribbons spread across the floor. Most damning of all was the most recent photo. A certificate by some big time tech company being handed to you. Edward Nashton stood behind you, a firm, reassuring hand on your shoulder.

When had this happened? They never remembered hearing of something like this. A news clipping on the back told them it was maybe a week before you left.

“The Wayne prodigy stated that their family had more important things to see to than such an occasion. I can’t imagine something more important that either of my kids being recognized by a multi-million dollar tech company! I remember postponing an anniversary with my husband to celebrate our child placing second in the science fair. But I guess that’s just the Waynes for you!”

That’s just the Waynes to you.

But it’s ok. He can make it better. He can be a good big brother. He can spend time watching anime with you and decorating your room with lace and fairy lights and go makeup shopping with you. You just need to come home. Now.

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[serendippertyy]

I will ALWAYS strive to be one of the first artists to draw zooble's new designs

[bluestation]

nami day!! 🧡💐🍊

[ashtxeman]

there is something so so unique about the aesthetic of black friday that tgwdlm and npmd just cannot compare to. yes, they're all amazing in their own right and have their own unique things going on to differentiate them from each other but there is just something about black friday that stands out to me. the music has such a somber feeling to it, maybe it's the fact it's a little less electropop?? than the other two musicals. it sounds emptier, more atmospheric, and i mean that in the best way possible. it feels more grounded. and god not to mention the lighting. the lighting is just so.. gorehgoreh.. the colours.... the spotlights.... the recurring green and blue, you know exactly which ones im talking about. nothing in npmd or tgwdlm could ever compare to the atmosphere thats set in the black and white. the thing that comes closest is probably paul approaching the meteor or- if you wanna stretch it, max approaching richie but that doesn't hit the same. it's the complete darkness of the the stage and the room. its the subtle green that highlights howards silhouette. the way the lighting makes him look so small to encapuslate the vastness of this unfamiliar dimension. the way peoples voices echo, the way wilbur appears from nowhere and has the most amount of light on him. the white noise of wind to convey the emptiness. OH. it gets me bad. its absolute undisputed peak. the ticking motif throughout the entire show which constantly reminds you these characters are running out of time, that nothing they do can free them from their inevitable loss. nothing they do can stop the bomb, nothing they do can stop the death. tomorrow will not come, it was never going to. that ticking is there to remind you. so you never forget. maybe its the ensemble of characters. im not going to fact check this but i think black friday has the biggest cast and it really shows. some people might not like it because it makes the show feel too fast paced or cluttered but its meant to feel busy, its meant to feel chaotic. these characters are flocking to the mall in hoards to try get that doll. it should feel crowded, because thats what black friday feels like. its people fighting for space and fighting for products. fherbgjrt.

anyway yeah black fridays super good love you black friday <33

[dailytogachako]

togachako art that was retweeted by boku no hero official account!

[rotbtd-edits]

If Rotbtd was a classic RPG game (Part 2)

I really love to play around with pixels, so this time I created some fake screens based on my RotBTD series. You can tell I was heavily inspired by KH:CoM's beautiful pixel graphics :'3 [Characters by me, bgs from FF Pixel Remasters]

[restlessgem]

Am I the only one who thinks The Secret History would be way more interesting as a stage play than a movie? It could be put on in the same style as a Greek tragedy, taking inspiration from ancient performances. Or there could be constant rotating sets and backgrounds, but the mountains and the cliffs always being present onstage, reminding us that what no matter what Richard is telling us, and no matter how much Richard and the Greek class try to rationalize it, they will always be haunted by what they have done. THINK ABOUT HOW THE BACCHANAL COULD BE SHOWN

[ultravioletbrit]

“hair” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 302 words

The messy, unruly, dark, crazy curls on top of his head are very much a signature of James’ overall appearance. On anyone else, it would just look like unkempt bedhead, but somehow James makes it work. Even after running his hands through them countless times a day, those waves always seem to fall in the most imperfectly, perfect way.

Regulus often threatens James that he can, and will, tame those curls. He could very easily give James a hair care routine that would have those wild curls turned into something sleek and smooth that could almost rivals Regulus’ own curls. Almost.

Honestly, it wouldn’t even be that hard. Right now, James’ after-shower ‘hair care routine’ consists of vigorously rubbing a towel over his head, shaking the excess water off, then letting his hair air dry.

All Regulus would have to do is properly dry it, find the right combination of products to use—probably a nourishing oil and a good leave-in conditioner—and that’s it. No more messy waves; just soft, manageable curls.

Regulus is completely confident that he could—and he might like to try it once, just to prove himself right—but he would never actually want James to do it. As chaotic as those curls are, Regulus can’t imagine James without them. He would never want to card his fingers through anything other than those thick, soft, ridiculous waves. So even though Regulus might threaten it, those unruly curls are part of James’ signature look, and Regulus can’t imagine ever wanting to change that.

“What are you thinking about?” James asks from where he’s laying with his head in Regulus’ lap.

“Your hair.” Regulus tells him as he runs his fingers through it.

“Ugh. Not again.” James grumbles.

“One of these days, Potter. You’ll let me get my hands on these curls!” He tugs on James’ hair.

“Never.”

[nelkcats]

The Fenton "Boor"

The Fentons have always been famous for their legal sale of weapons, usually based on ectoplasm and used to hunt ghosts. That's where they got most of their funds, whether it was to finance new inventions, their laboratory, or their children's education.

The problem began when they found out that Phantom was their son. Because of that revelation they accepted that they couldn't continue on the "weapon creator" path, how could they continue to create and sell weapons that help hunt down their baby? Even if they didn't trust all the ghosts Danny changed their perspective of the Infinite Realms and they were more or less at peace.

That is why they debated for hours on what to do to make money again, until they noticed something curious: Most of the people in Amity couldn't get drunk. It was a silly thing to focus on, but thanks to a quick investigation they noticed that after the portal opened no one had made it.

That's the reason they created a new brand of beer "Boor", which affected both ghosts and humans contaminated with ectoplasm. Their business quickly became a success and the beer was exported elsewhere (with many care and prevention labels).

When Jason Todd noticed "Boor" on the shelf at the bar he frequented, he snorted. The beer had a small ghost on the bottle, which caught his attention, he ordered it out of curiosity and when the waiter told him that the brand claimed "the product was capable of making even the dead drunk" Jason almost laughed.

Big was his surprise the next day when he woke up on one of Gotham's rooftops with a severe hangover. He had at least 8 missed calls from Nightwing and a bottle with a cartoon ghost in his hand.

[illiaccrest]

I was thinking about "real head" Dante yesterday and about the fact that we don't know basically anything about them...

When I first started Limbus I thought it was odd to keep Dante's gender hidden. Look at him! He's obviously a guy right? 🤔

But actually PM is really respectful in how they draw their female characters. In their uniforms especially they don't show off their "feminine curves" nearly at all. Even beautiful Rodion isn't showing anything off and Outis looks the same as the men if you hide her face.

So yeah, I reconsidered!! Dante could totally turn out to be a woman if they wanted!!! Here's a self indulgent fem presenting Dante design!

[frightfullytreeish]

I just think that when eddie's in el paso him and buck should be facetiming literally every free moment they have. buck cooking dinner at the station with eddie jammed into the spice rack. eddie watching tv with buck propped up on the arm rest reading a book, not even talking most of the time, just eddie occasionally commenting on this episode of hotshots and buck sharing cool parts from whatever he's reading. the 118 get into the habit of just calling out 'hey eddie' around buck because half the time eddie's there. eddie's new team in el paso get used to buck waving at them (and assume he's eddie's husband). sometimes if it gets late they'll brush their teeth and go to bed together with their phones propped on their bedside tables and just keep chatting until they're nodding off, and buck mumbles 'this is nice. we should have been doing this all the time' and eddie whispers 'yeah'

[kimikoyukiart]

💘 Artist and his muse

[brunhielda]

Gonna throw out something crazy. See what sticks. Maybe nothing, hopefully something:

In about 3 months, the US is getting a total solar eclipse. I am a Librarian at a Public Library hosting an event.

Now, I KNOW every corner of the globe has mythology on this very cool astrological event. Many with neat monsters/creatures to go with. It is difficult to find images of said creatures. Sometimes even difficult to find the mythology from various parts of the world. Almost impossible to find coloring pages.

I live in a tiny town, and I am doing everything I can to expand the horizons of the kiddos who live here, and they go bananas for a good story out loud, especially if they have something to do with their hands while listening, like pictures to color in.

I call on the artists of the internet. If you know of a myth about Solar Eclipse, please add on to this post. Tell me the basic myth, tell me the country/culture of origin, and please please please, add a cool picture I can turn into a coloring page. Artist names will be left on pictures for admirers to go look them up, and I hope artists see this as a fun challenge.

I don’t even know if Tumbler in English language has that much of an international presence but… 🤷🏻‍♀️ Here’s hoping.