#i delete her by accident

[moopbox]

[0bir]

"Soon, you'll learn your truth."

textureless under cut

[canisalbus]

Fanart of Ludovica and her unnamed girlfriend! I based her girlfriend off a Gordon Setter, one of my favourite dog breeds!

Also, cowboy Vasco and Ludovica

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[q-uzi]

your shoes are untied

[katkit-drops-alt]

SO UHHH I may or may not have gotten a bit carried away and made a OC for @blackkatdraws2 / @blackkatdraws ‘s blank script au

yeah have this crappy 1 am sleep deprived doodle of her

a tid bits of lore abt her in tags ^^

[luvsimskaos]

While Cato struggles with his place in the family, Daphne is having a great time with her newfound freedom after aging up. She made a new friend when she started school, Phillis, and when the school day ends and neither of the girls aren't needed home they explore their surroundings.

A recent thing they've found a beautiful field of flowers where they love to play around and chase after each other.

After playing, the two will talk to each other. Daphne tells Phillis about her wish to see more of the world and want to adventure. Phillis, on the hand, likes to talk about the cute boys in the class, it's not something Daphne cares much about and she finds herself embarrassed over somethings Phillis says but also can't help but laugh and enjoy the simple conversation.

When it's time for the two to separate, the two will hug and go on their way. Daphne is happy to have found such a good friend.

[inheroes--wetrust]

hardest lines in the locked tomb go

[deductivisms]

girl i accidentally obliterated her from my canvas

[front-facing-pokemon]

[starryalpacasstuff]

Last Twilight; Mee's legacy continues

I know that we're all mad at how episode 11 went. Believe me, I am too. I'm not going to be talking about the issues in the episode, several others have already done so, and far more eloquently than I could. Because despite the episode's failings, there are still some things about this episode that I think deserve to be talked about.

I've loved keeping up with Mee's story as the show has progressed (written about it here and here). I thought that Mee's story ended in episode 9, but it continues to be present in the narrative. The most obvious clue to this is, obviously, Porjai's daughter, whom they named Mee. In addition to that, episode 11 focuses on highlighting the fact that Day 's blindness is not something that can be cured, just as Mee could never return to her life before she was cursed. Just as Mee had hoped that the last twilight would allow her to return to her normal life, Day hoped, even fully believed that the surgery would allow him to become "normal" again (the medical inaccuracies of the process aside). In the end, neither can return to a sense of "normalcy", as Mee turns to stone and Day's surgery fails. Both stories are haunted by a sense of grief, helplessness, and hope that is given and taken away. But the end of Mee's story isn't written as tragic, it's written as joyful. The exact same ending could have been written as tragic and solemn, but it wasn't. In the end, Mee was able to revel in the fact that she would never turn invisible again, despite turning to stone. And that's what I'm hoping that Day's final arc will resemble. Because we know that Day is still insecure about his blindness, and about people's pity for him. His buying that cane was a massive step in the right direction, because it showed that he was willing to "announce to everyone that he's blind", to be less afraid. But, as the breakup showed us, he's still insecure about his blindness. If the theory is right, episode 12 should show us Day accepting his blindness, and maybe even celebrate it as a part of him, as Mee does.

Mee's story has run parallel to Day's since they began to read it. Mee's story is over now, but Day's isn't. We see that Mee continues to have a presence in Day's life, be it metaphorically, through her story predicting his, or literally, through Porjai's daughter. Besides fixing a lot of the damage that was done in episode 11, if there's one thing I'd like from episode 12, it's one final call back to Mee's story.

[catinasink]

scared as fuck for thanksgiving aaaaaaa

[sentient-rift]

@levecoli Asked:

"Peni, what's your opinion on J. Jonah Jameson in every universe?"

"He's the guy from the Daily Bugle who likes giving Spider-Man a bad rep, right? Even if he's a big meanie most of the time, I have seen him being nice to his employees and even ricking his life to keep them safe, so he has some good qualities... There was even a universe where he found out Peter was Spider-Man and did everything to keep his identity a secret...

"But... Universe like that are one in a million. Most times, he's giving Spider-Man a hard time. He even made the Scorpion to take down Spider-Man in some dimensions. So my option on Mr. Jameson is... Mixed. It all depends on the dimension. Sometimes he's a great guy, sometimes he's unbearably mean to the point that I can't stand him, sometimes he's complicated to the point to where I appreciate his good qualities but not like his bad ones...

"I do have to say that in most cases, he can be very funny, though! Some of the things he says makes me burst out laughing!"

[broke-on-books]

☕

The live action Scooby-Doo movies?

I did not see this ask until RIGHT now (first time on desktop since crab day, second time since Nov 5 2020 [which was DOUBLY experience since I got my phone taken the same day]) so I'm going to assume this ask got eaten on mobile because tumblr, HOWEVER you poked a bear with this ask anon (as I'm sure you knew when asking) SO without further ado: my Scooby Doo live action opinions

So when you say 'live action Scooby-Doo movies' I'm assuming you're talking about the James Gunn films, starting with Scooby-Doo (2002) followed by Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed, just due to like, generally popularity and also the fact that I have actually seen those films. However shoot another ask if you wanted me to include Curse of the Lake Monster in this (because I will if anyone cares and turn this into a live-action scooby dissertation, i'd just need to like. watch the movie first) But anyways where I'm going with this is that this post is about the Gunn movies aka the ones with SMG, Freddie Prinze Jr., Linda Cardellini, and ofc our #1 man, Matthew Lilliard.

Okay so my take on these movies is... complicated. I wouldn't say it's as complicated as my feelings towards SDMI, because I watched the live actions way less as a kid and generally care less about them, but still no matter how much shit I throw at these two movies there are parts that I generally like (even love) that stops me from totally condemning them wholesale. Like the fact that these movies are FUNNY! There's so many moments from this duology that are just beyond iconic "like, that's one of my favorite names!" the whole thing with Scooby in the dress at the airport, ET. CETERA (like I can go on!)

The Gunn movies are genuinely SO fun and I can 100% see and understand how they've stood so well in the public view as a representation of Scooby. HOWEVER, this is where you start to see my problems with them. For the general American, (because that is the audience I'm familiar with) ESPECIALLY millennials and younger, who happen to make up the majority of both people on this site AND people I talk about Scooby with in real life, these movies, and the elements they introduced as "quintessential scooby tropes" are the base of their understanding of the Scooby franchise, along with likely some miscellaneous WAY episodes and maybe SDMI.

Which is where I get pissed off. In the pushing of the narrative of "breaking away" from the Scooby norm, Gunn basically invents (aka totally makes up) an idea of what classic era Scooby was like, cementing an idea of classic Scooby into the public mind that is totally disingenuous and just straight up false. For example, in attempting to portray Daphne as having taken strides to be seen more seriously in solving mysteries and defending herself, it pushes the narrative that in the classic era she WASN'T taken seriously, and only existed as a damsel-in-distress prop of a character, which is just not true??? Like yes, Daphne is clumsy, that's a part of her character, and her friends (because, fun fact, the gang ARE friends) joke about it sometimes because that's what friends DO. Framing that in some kind of sexist "that's all she does" lens is just total bull, especially as gang members fall into secret passageways/get lost etc. in WAY ALL THE DAMN TIME because that's how the plot functions! Like are we calling Velma ditzy for losing her glasses every other episode? Of course not, and Fred falls into passageways all the time, not to MENTION Shaggy and Scooby and all they get up to. Also one last thing on the topic of Daphne, like this idea of her mystery solving skills not being respected by the gang is just so supremely bullshit it amazes me sometimes, especially when she was the LEADER (or leader adjacent) through pretty much all of her appearances in the 1980s [Not that James Gunn could look at '80s era Scooby without spitting on it, but I digress]

AND THIS IS JUST DAPHNE! Like the perceptions pushed towards Fred (and Velma, but mostly Fred) through these movies are just as bad! Like okay, with Fred---In these movies Fred is just an asshole. I hate Gunn Movies!Fred. I mean yeah he can be funny but it's almost always so mean! Almost nothing makes me madder than a mean Fred by the way. If he's putting other gang members down (even halfway, like with his whole "dorky chicks like you turn me on too" line, which... ew) then to me something has gone very, very, VERY, wrong in your basic understanding of Frederick Herman Jones as a character. Like he's the cheerleader! He puts himself in between his friends and danger! He loves nets, and traps, and Elvis impressions, and wrestling, and the trapeze, and cars, and most of all he LOVES sharing the things he loves with his friends! (Sometimes to a bit of an extreme. No one wants to hear about your net facts, Fred) And the live action movies just don't understand that at all. And I know there's maybe something to say I suppose in that some of those aspects of his characterization hadn't been "established yet" by the time "Scooby-Doo" came out in 2002. But it's there if you look. For Fred Jones, being the leader means being the caretaker, (he's the Mom friend what can I say) and any version where he's cruel and arrogant and just DOESN'T CARE about his friends in the way he's shown to in the Gunn movies is just so far from Fred to me it's not even funny. And what makes it even worse for me is that this (or at least something similar) is the idea of Fred that has really spread to the popular culture. Just the "leader", the jock that makes the rules, the one that [insert X adaptation here] finally gave a personality and made interesting (something that has been said more times than I can count for pretty much every gang member, save Shaggy and Scooby).

And I haven't even touched on Velma, and how they gave her a bit of a early 2000s smart superiority girl complex against Daphne, plus the whole makeover thing and etc. etc. The Gunn Movies are pretty much what would happen if you took someone who hadn't seen Scooby since they were 7 years old (and honestly had a pretty negative outlook against it then) and tried to "fix" it, only his memory was so bad he just made up problems (and threw in a good helping of early 2000s style sexism with it) convincing pretty much the entirety of the popular culture that said problems exist and that Gunn was absolutely brilliant for fixing them (and then bringing up said "problems" whenever anyone wants to talk about Scooby) and this entire rant has been without even fucking MENTIONING what is probably the reason you, anonymous tumblr user sent this ask in the first place, to I, Swishy "Scrappy Doo Redemption Arc" Broke-on-books (dot tumblr dot com), which is his HIGHLY SUCESSFUL and utterly sadistic character assassination of my number one man, Scrappy Doo.

And I am going to try my damnedest here not to get totally into my highly passionate opinions over what James Gunn did to Scrappy in the first of his Scooby movies and how thoroughly it has pissed me the fuck off because I have been writing this post for over an hour now and if we start to really get into my feelings on this topic it will certainly be a couple of hours more but like. That Fucking Bitch. I give James Gunn personally a solid eighty-five percent of the blame for making my life as a Scrappy Doo fan UTTERLY unbearable with this stupid fucking movie alone, and just his Scrappy crimes would honestly be enough for me to say that I hate this movie, not even considering the numerous Scooby crimes I've been talking about here for the past million paragraphs, but the part about this movie that makes me the MOST mad the most pissed off is that it's actually a good fucking movie. James Gunn wrote two hilarious and entertaining movies that have become beloved in the popular culture for their successes in that arena, while at the same time pissing all over the core themes and messages of the franchise of which it was based, that of friendship.

TLDR; The Live Action Scooby Doo movies (written by James Gunn) are highly entertaining and fun pieces of media to watch, and are widely loved by the general public and looked at with fondness and nostalgia because of that. However, as a hardcore Scooby Doo fan (writing that phrase sounds so ridiculous but oh well) the existence of these movies and their impact on the popular culture can be extremely frustrating (despite any personal nostalgia said fan may have) due to their spreading of a misinformed picture of what "typical Scooby Doo" looks like. This picture is especially frustrating due to the fabrication or exaggeration of problems present in classic Scooby (such as sexism in regards to the girls), as well as giving more ammunition to other problems in Scooby fandom (such as oversexualization, and sexualization in general, which no one wants to see in regards to their children's cartoons, like HONESTLY.) Discussions of sexism and sexualization in Scooby (both of which ARE present and are issues, although not at their worst in WAY) can often lead to an overlooking of the issues that are very present and clear in WAY and have continued since then with far too little resistance (I'm 100% talking about the racism here) HOWEVER that topic deserves at least a dozen posts of its own that I am no way informed or qualified enough to even begin to think about writing. The Gunn Movies are frustrating to many longtime Scooby fans because of these reasons, but for me, and fellow Scrappy Doo fans there is also the added aspect of the demonization of Scrappy Doo in the live action movies and the affects that has had on the popular culture as well, making it uniquely inhospitable to like or enjoy the character of Scrappy. End post.

[yardsards]

tfw one of your fav fics got added to a private/unrevealed collection so you can't view it anymore and you forgot to download it so you might never get to reread it again :(((

[pepprs]

discovered miah_pie on t*ktok (<- i don’t have one btw i just stumbled upon her bc someone i follow on ig talked abt her) and her videos make me want to cry so bad. 24 year old dependent moment

[theaterism]

Cerise

crimson coats your nails.

you struggled to pick between the polish called ‘poison apple’ and the one called ‘rouge fatale.’ you chose ‘rouge fatale’ in the end — a favorite of yours, a reliable eye-catcher in parties like this. a shimmering coat of translucent polish glossed atop the red makes it gleam with a freshness you adore.

you arrive late to your own party. fashionably late, of course. you glide into the ballroom and guests flock to you in moments, as expected. it’s all gasps and greetings and compliments about the party and the entertainment and oh, the tart is simply divine and oh, what a lovely dress, wherever did you get it? you recognize some guests and pretend to recognize others who greet you with bright familiarity. nearly every guest has invited themself; proper invitees are few and far between, carefully chosen by nathaniel.

you spot your husband amidst fellow businessman in sleek suits, conversing amongst each other. you’ve learned they’re always discussing business even when they’re not discussing business. champagne glass in hand, you sweep up behind him and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, which earns a fond hum and a sidelong smile from nathaniel. you flash a smile to his associates before slipping back into the crowd.

it doesn’t take long for you to join a group of tittering ‘friends’ who share your fondness for gossip. some evenings you start the conversation yourself; other evenings, someone beats you to sharing the first snippet of tantalizing hearsay. this time, you enter the conversation midway through. you catch onto the main subjects of interest quickly enough. hushed voices surround you, rumors tossed back and forth.

isn’t her dress dreadful?

have you heard about margaret?

mr. rosling’s such a gentleman, isn’t he?

you take another sip of champagne and hum, “oh, i wouldn’t say that.” everyone looks at you, eyes bright with hunger, awaiting your words with bated breath, and something within you purrs in delight. you’ve got them wrapped around your finger. feigning secrecy, you glance around, lean closer, whisper, “i heard… he had a tryst with his wife’s sister.”

gasps all around. several guests blurt agreement and begin weaving their own versions of the tale. your smile curls wider. you’ve no idea whether this story is true. you doubt it, since you invented it for a laugh.

this is all a game, after all. you know these people adore a scandal, no matter how adamantly they may deny it. they crave drama. something to interrupt the monotony. so, you sometimes fabricate the drama yourself. your fellow socialites will seize this rumor and spread it like wildfire, embellishing it along the way while you watch from the sidelines, and in their eagerness and excitement, they’ll forget you started it. no one would trace the rumor back to you, so any damage it caused mr. rosling wouldn’t harm you.

you have no personal grudge against the man. a scandal would simply be the most entertaining.

champagne warms your chest, light and fizzling, and softens the evening with a golden gauze. faces and voices blend together like paint across a canvas. music rises and falls, laughter lilts along with it. the glass doors remain open; partygoers drift in and out of the ballroom freely. a cool breeze drifts inside as well. you watch the fire-breather in the garden, the entertainment for this party, as he spits flame into the air. sparks flicker into the darkness like fireflies.

you lean back against a wall to catch your breath after an especially dizzying dance. the remnants of laughter tingle on your lips. you’ve already forgotten the joke and whether you actually found it funny.

as your gaze lingers on the crowd, your imagination runs wild and spins a daydream in which everyone finally snaps, in which instincts overpower etiquette and transform the party into a carnival of unbridled atrocity. champagne glasses shatter; knives once used to slice tarts turn into weapons. you imagine blood speckling your dress like tiny rubies. you’re prepared: your nail polish would match perfectly.

you often slip into such daydreams during parties. desire burns through your veins, insatiable hunger. something bristles beneath your skin, begging to burst free and tear everyone to shreds. most people infuriate you. you long to fracture their facades. you picture fear splashed vividly across their features.

restlessness claws at your throat. ignoring it, you tilt your head upward and gaze at the ceiling. glittering crystals drip from the chandelier. perhaps you could make it fall and crash upon the guests somehow. you imagine the chaos that would ensue. you aren’t tipsy enough to lose your wits altogether — you know such a tragic accident would likely dissuade people from attending future parties. your reputation comes first.

the beast in you twists bitterly.

“cerise,” says a familiar voice. you lower your gaze to see your husband smiling at you. lost in thought, you hadn’t sensed him approach. your mouth curves in a reflexive smile in return. nathaniel leans toward you, his breath warm against your ear, and murmurs, “daydreaming about the chandelier falling again?”

a laugh tumbles from your lips, and tension melts from your shoulders. “maybe,” you quip back. your fingers catch his tie and smooth it, your tone almost petulant. “wouldn’t it be fun? i think it’d be fun.”

“oh, certainly.”

“we could get a new chandelier afterward, an even lovelier one to make everyone forget what happened with the old one. i’m sure this one’s dusty anyway.”

he clicks his tongue. “quite true. but i’m afraid it might damage the floor, and i suspect the whole affair might be considered impolite as well.” the sympathy in his tone sounds so sincere that you can’t tell whether he’s merely playing along. you pout regardless, watch as his gaze drifts to the guests. “so,” he inquires, ��what’s the talk of the evening?”

you sigh and swish the fizzling liquid in your glass. “oh, the usual, really. terrible fashion, poor manners, secret lovers.” you sip the champagne, then muse, “if you’re looking for someone desperate to make a deal, you may want to check with mr. rosling in a few days or so. i think i might’ve ruined his marriage.”

a chuckle escapes nathaniel. “i’ll keep that in mind. if he doesn’t reach out to me first, perhaps i’ll invite him to our next party, to give us a chance to talk.”

the music shifts its rhythm. like a true gentleman, he offers his arm to you and invites you to join him in a dance. a smile flits across your face. you accept his arm, red nails vivid against his suit sleeve, and allow him to lead you into the crowd. in your mind, you still picture crystals plummeting from the ceiling and shattering, skidding across the floor, coquettes and businessmen losing their composure instantly and shrieking in surprise. if nothing else broke them, surely terror and a chandelier would suffice.