#i care her so much it's unreal

[cloudysarts]

this show would be good if literally everything about it was different

[tboytoby]

to the moon and back

[the @ is for my twitter I really can't be assed changing it. free advertising]

[sketch-cat]

Rewatching Steven universe in 2024 can really flood you with old overwhelming feeling of love for pearl and her arc. When I started I immediately knew I had to redraw this old art from 2018, because I didn’t have quite the skill to nail it but it’s still a very cool idea

[seaweedstarshine]

Sometimes I think of Amy Pond, who grew up being called mad by those who wielded the word as a tool of exclusion and shame —

Amy Pond, who though forced into the hands of four psychiatrists, still clung to that which they called madness until those systems which elevate psychosocial conformity above humanity stripped it from her —

Amy Pond, whose imaginary friend reappeared for a single hour after twelve years and reignited that faith before disappearing for two more years —

Amy Pond, who spent those those two years under the same implicit threat ingrained in her through psychiatric violence, and thus began to believe the man who stopped the invasion was “just a madman with a box,” only for him to agree, and to also call her “mad, impossible Amy Pond,” reframing madness as non-negative for the first time in her life —

Amy Pond, who ignored the disembodied voice of her imaginary friend even as she ran away with him for real, who still lived each day with the traumatic internalization of deviancy dictated upon her by the psychiatric-industrial complex that shaped her from childhood —

Amy Pond, who wouldn't acknowledge the Doctor's voice, such that it took an Angel in her eye that was literally killing her to ensure she couldn't reality check herself —

Amy Pond, who stood before a room which muttered about “the psychiatrists we brought her to,” and though afraid, escaped their rigid parameters of acceptable existence.

[deanmarywinchester]

LOVE an ann leckie comedy of manners inside a diplomacy thriller inside a space opera like a matryoshka doll. in my mind palace right now im watching an alien, who has carefully learned how to be human by following scripts written by in-universe colonial british aristocrats, scold a kidnapped human for not behaving like a colonial british aristocrat. perfection.

[maskyartist]

Hi just coming here to say I love your art so much. Finding your Roman art gives me all the copium I need cause I miss him XD

trust me, he loves the attention ;3c

[midnightfangz]

There's something about silly cafe AUs that soothes my soul so much

[akkalawilds]

ew j*nny nicholson on a watcher podcast episode

[mourning-star-daily-comet]

the Wilson case has been settled. I assure you, it is in your best interest to not speak of this again. They ran away together, and that’s enough.

i don't trust anything that's being said about her.

[the-acid-pear]

holy shit i just got reminded of esperanza mia that shit was. kind of creepy. Like i'm ALL for fucking some old priest of course but maybe dont try to teach taht to wee little girls.

[somehowmags]

well looks like i am saving for glorious masquerade for another month

[wyattjohnston]

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[thesmokinpossum]

I think my favorite part of Sharp Objects (both the book and the tv show) is how the cops completely dismiss James Capisi’s eyewitness account as the cry for help of a severely neglected little boy....And then do absolutely nothing to help him, truly a chief kiss moment

[48787]

So, as it turns out, my capacity for tyranny is actually fuckin huge and I'm really fucking good at it

I have so many more things to put in my book now

Peace Through Tyranny will be real circa 2048 and it'll still be sued by fucking Hasbro

[snowflakeb0ttles]

soooooooo fucking pissed OFF right now !!!!!!!!!!!!

[sttm99]

Based on this story by @kumimi3

Prohero!Katsuki, who's modelling for Calvin Klein. Who's seen you in some magazines, commercials, or fashion blogs and hasn't ever paid much interest. There's something about media that diminishes beauty, such that a pretty face becomes mundane when on television.

So he doesn't care much until he sees you for the first time during a shoot.

And he thinks you're absolutely unreal.

You're beautiful, in a way that has people unable to look away, as if something will happen the moment their eyes leave you.

There is no camera in the world that does you justice, and annoyingly, it has him sweating a bit when you're close, your torso leaning on him.

"Stand over there," the photographer says, instantly ushering you to step over to Bakugo.

"We're just gonna get some shots in before your solos, YN." The photographer tells you. "Stand closer to Bakugo."

The shoot takes longer than what he's used to. It dragged on, with the photographer intent in getting you in every single position he could come up with.

"You're his muse," Bakugo hears one of the makeup artists say. "He's practically enamoured."

'She's beautiful, though... I would be, too,' he thinks.

The shoot ends, and he's already researching your name and company while in the car on the way back. He's consuming information about you rapidly, measurements and backstories, your agency and your nationality, your pictures.

In about two months or so, you're booked to model some line of merchandise for one of the larger Hero Agencies in Japan. You're sitting against a backdrop, moving through accessories and black pieces of clothing, all with a similar orange cross over the chest.

When you're changing, redoing your hair and makeup, one of the stylists whispers to you.

"Are you two close? Is that why he was so adamant about you?"

You furrow your brows in confusion, looking at her through the mirror. "What?"

She blinks at you, "He refused anyone else. Told them it was you or nothing. Just you."

You paused. You had only just recently moved down to Japan for work, and you were still just an upcoming face. You didn't know anyone influential in the field other than the photographer from some months ago, and he hadn't mentioned it.

"Who?"

The girl looks at you, then shrugs over to the door, where a guy you recognise is talking to the photographer. He's familiar, and it takes a moment before you remember he's the guy you did your Calvin Klein shoot with.

"Who is he?" You murmur, and the hair stylist and the makeup artist look at you like you're crazy.

"Bakugo Katsuki? Dynamight?"

"The Dynamight?" Your voice goes down to a whisper as shock fills you. You're looking at the makeup artist with wide, disbelieving eyes, and she's looking at you like the same way.

"Duh? You didn't know what he looked like?"

"I-" You stammer, trying not to give into the urge to turn back and stare at him. "I only just moved here.... I'm not too familiar with Japanese heroes.

The girl snorts. "Well, it looked like you're gonna be very familiar with Dynamight."

You turn back slowly but find that he's already looking at you.