#drywallers

[mumblesplash]

comics as an art form make me insane. they’re so difficult to do well. there’s so many different ways to make sequential art work and most of them are deeply unintuitive. onomatopoeia that feels completely ridiculous to put down often reads seamlessly. panels on a page become a fractally nested image composition challenge that’s only possible to lose because if you do a good job no one will notice. you have to direct the readers’ eyes on a specific path across the page but also account for the fact that they won’t follow it. comic time isn’t linear. if the order of events isn’t crystal clear the story becomes incomprehensible. sometimes you need to do this on purpose. all this for a medium almost universally considered less effective than animation and less respectable than plain text. even its own name doesn’t take it seriously

[perennimal]

some vashwoods

[acetier]

i'm So Normal about him

((close ups under cut bc idk he's pretty asdsfksdf))

[coffit0]

Son of ...man?

ID below the cut!

[Image description: a digital painting of Hunter from The Owl House in his Golden Guard armor, facing the viewer. He isn't wearing his mask, but Flapjack flies in front of his face, concealing his eyes but not his frown. He's clutching his staff, and the background shows a gray brick wall give way to a purple sea and cloudy gray sky. Most of the colors are muted. End ID.]

[yardsards]

"i don't ship laios and marcille-" oh yeah same, their relationship is so much more compelling to me viewed through a platonic lens than a romantic one

"-like, marcille clearly hates laios" are we reading/watching the same series??? did you just stop after the first couple chapters??? look at their relationship development, that's her friend! her bestie, even!!!

[glitchedcosmos]

Dates to die for

[astradyke]

phil lester who wears the we're all doomed hat like a wedding ring. phil lester who says dan's name like it's a pet name. phil lester who takes a thousand photos of dan and every single one is a mosaic of how phil sees him. phil lester who riles dan up just so dan acts like a bastard about it and phil can giggle at him. phil lester who didn't want dan to move out, who didn't want dan to leave their joint work behind. phil lester who heard dan say that he needed to explore his dark painful experiences alone in gay but not proud and replied, okay, i'll be in here, you do this alone but i'm not going anywhere. phil lester who only says dan in his videos, as if everyone knows who dan is, because how could they not? phil lester who writes dan into his videos even when he's not there. phil lester who has a soulmate, right, and he calls him dan, and he takes stupid photos of him, and he keeps his name in his throat during the hiatus, and it means everything.

[bigfatbreak]

the grand galloping gala goes a widdle differently when the local aristocrats treat Twilight Not Great considering she's been given the reputation of "monster that haunts the library" oop

bonus woonas

[kaffkanya]

you KNOW they fucked after this. like, you wouldnt want to be their quarters neighbor that day. i know it was NASTY. i just know it.

[panakina]

The robins’ arrested development is fascinating to me on a meta level.

The first child sidekick of the golden age of comics, never meant to be a man, a child for forty years who fought and demanded the right to grow up.

The second robin is slain in his career’s infancy. An unaging symbol of lost innocence because innocence itself was no longer required. Who burst back out of his grave unwillingly, in a man’s body, dragged into adulthood all at once. A child killed twice over.

The third robin, who was comfortable in his place as a child as a sidekick, evicted because someone else needed that spot, only to be wedged back into the box. Not quite a man, but he can’t go back to being a boy either, stuck in the in between.

And the fifth robin, still a child. Destined to grow into an adult role that will never be vacated, and so cannot grow up.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Does it ever hit you that for Charles Rowland, death was kinder than life? That he never felt something kind until the night he died? And that when he did finally die, when the peaceful, kind glow of Death arrived, Charles sacrificed Heaven for the boy who had crawled out of Hell, the boy who was the first person to be kind to him? Do you ever want to chew some drywall?

[cabinette]

Christ, hold me like a knife

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[bamsara]

The Rehabilitation of Death

Chapter 20: The Winds of Change

For their second crusade into Anchordeep, Lambert and Narinder have the (unfortunate) experience of running into Midas. Pushing into the God of Death for information about his past with his siblings -of Kallamar's former life and a treasury resembling a ballroom- proves to have consequences when Narinder starts to pry into their own.

When coming upon a relic, he offers them an opportunity they would not have expected from him: teaching them how to absorb divinity like the old gods have, and to restore their ability to cast curses.

In every scenario, there is a notable change. Emotionally, how they speak, physically even.

The Lamb is scolded by a rabbit for losing sleep. The God of Death is listening more than they are aware. A duo returns to the cult grounds after missing for over a month.

(Narinder and Leshy have started fighting. Break it up before someone gets hurt.)

Chapter Wordcount: 19,479 | Read the Tags | Happy Reading!

[obsob]

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

[itsbeesknees]

I’m not being normal about this.