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barnbridges · 1 year ago
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marion facts that i need to say or i'll choke on them:
she was born marie therese meeber to single mother april meeber and given up at birth. she's spent the first 10 years of her life at an orphanage in ohio before being picked up by paul and terry barnbridge and adopted as marion lynn barnbridge. she's estrange from both her adoptive parents and their biological children, twins thelma and lucille.
she's exactly 5'2. sometimes she wears heels to attempt to be taller, but usually it's way too obvious anyway.
her original birthday is august 20th 1960, but it was shifted to match that of her adoptive mother terry as april 27th. she doesn't celebrate either.
both at the orphanage and with paul barnbridge she's learned to speak french fairly well. she self-identifies as french-american.
she was homeschooled by terry for the better part of middle school due to perceived "gaps" in her education and the need for childcare for the two younger children. she went to a girl's only highschool.
she's applied to hampden at the urge and with the financial support of her adopted uncle robert, himself an alumn with an undergrad in english. her application was an essay on the merits of close family adoption and adoption trauma.
she absolutely picked up kleptomaniac tendencies from the scarcity of childhood, and then sort of... it runs in and out of her life. she's never fully "cured" of it, in spite of trying in college. . yes she's pickpocketed francis before. it's not as much about needing things or even wanting them, it is a means of asserting control over a situation and emotionally grounding herself. yes she definitively made bunny's kleptomaniac tendencies worse and he hers lmao.
she's met bunny shoplifting at the food king and then again in shoplifters anonymous. neither of them really went after being introduced, but she's lecturing him constantly from the pamphlets.
she knits and plays the keyboard. piano is not something she really mastered in any meaningful way, but she's Passable at it and mostly enjoys listening to it.
she genuinely loves children and working with them, in spite or because of her own childhood, depending on the day. she can be perceived as harsh or disciplinarian, but rarely beyond what would be academically appropriate.
the infamous rika thalheim's been her freshman year roommate at durbinstal, and her major was dumbassery pottery. by her junior year ('82-'83) she roommated with a dina hammlinger in roxburgh.
writes exclusively using inkjoys and markers. most commonly outside the classroom, she's using purple gel pens. was an early adopter of block letters, even as a certified baby boomer, because of the educational value.
spends her weekends working overtime at the center unless busy.
acquired a rescue rabbit named caesarion with bunny himself off a farmer's market in new haven during the summer after freshman year. he's died at 9 years old and she's been a bird-mother since, specifically to parrots. her daughter enjoys rodents though.
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cloud-ya · 10 months ago
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outcast of the village
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chloesimaginationthings · 6 months ago
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Happy 10th anniversary to FNAF!!
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astearisms · 1 year ago
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catalysts, protectors
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months ago
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Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!
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taimanzano · 3 months ago
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One of one. One, alone, one.
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aur0raaura · 7 months ago
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Yknow what- you're so right...
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inkskinned · 28 days ago
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you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.
but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.
well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?
his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.
still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.
so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.
and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.
what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.
it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?
it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.
maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.
#spilled ink#warm up#oh im .... sick to my stomach.#i talked to him. like ....... we talked. that man interacted with my poetry and writing.#that article.... gutwrenching. i am so sorry to everyone he's ever even been in the room with.#i feel.... like... unbearably. sick.#he acted like he was cool and friends with me!! we were cool internet writers together!!!!!#i feel sick for even having been polite to him.#i ...... am experiencing something so fucking complicated.#i wonder how many of u are feeling that too. like ''oh i sent him an ask and he was funny and sweet''#THATS HOW THEY GET U. ..... and YES I KNOW!!!#i am so fucking well-read about parasocial relationships. it would just be nice to like. trust that someone ISNT#hiding a huge fucking background of BEING A COMPLETE MONSTER. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK.#by the way i am not part of a fandom. this is “what the fuck i accidentally supported a rapist” not#“but my showww”. like i care far more about like. the human cost.#but also like... people are people. idk i saw a take on here about how nobody should mourn the books#and idk. people almost always reply to any scenario with their personal experience first -#''i knew him'' or ''wow i was just at that store'' or ''i grew up there'' or whatever. because that is how we establish connection &#emotional weight. that's just... a person thing. and there is a difference between 'oh this guy is a monster'' & the feeling of:#he's been a monster and i SUPPORTED THAT. i CELEBRATED him. i !!! a fucking victim myself!!!!!!!!! SUPPORTED . HIM.#i am sick. i feel so much pain for her and everyone he's ever hurt. saying ''the books are ruined'' is i think ... like how people say#they're shocked and disgusted by him. (obviously there's nuance here. im sure there's some creep doin it wrong. but u know. in general)#idk..... im an author. i understand my work is in your life in whatever small way. i understand that connection. it's real.
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zan0tix · 6 months ago
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Assorted homestucks number 72382683
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petricorah · 1 year ago
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thankfully, he didn't get it [id in alt]
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infernal-lamb · 8 months ago
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The Lamb Slaying Death Incarnate
(Part of a larger comic....but I sort of like this panel a lot on its own!)
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cozylittleartblog · 7 months ago
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Columbo and the Knight (1984)
put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.
Autism W!
#columbo#knight rider#art#michael knight#kitt#comic#highlight reel#crossover#telebeast#there are two small easter eggs here. can you find them. they were somehow not Entirely lost when i resized these for the public#this is what i mean when i say I Draw And It's Everyone Else's Problem. look at my INCREDIBLY niche crossover comic boy#if the knight rider fandom has like 12 people in it. how many of y'all have seen columbo#this comic is for like 4 people and me and phoenix are already two of them#niche is my specialty lets be real. weird niche obscure shit and ships nobody's paid attention to yet#not to suggest this is ship art. columbo has his wife and michael has his car lmfao#stylizing real people is EXTREMELY hard btw sorry for when they get off model. its partly a 'better imperfect than never finished' situatio#cant tell you how much i redrew some of these panels. weeps#this took me 2 weeks but i think i thumbnailed it all in may and the ideas been rollin around in my head since march#is anybody good at editing. please edit michael and columbo into an image together like its a screenshot. NOT generated. edited.#it would be so cool#ive drawn columbo a lot but i haven't drawn a lot of michaels. i was learning things about his outfit AS I WAS DOING THE DAMN#COLORS ON THIS. all the lines done. it was too late to change anything. i did all the lines and colored page by page#i realized my mistakes on like page 3. 1 and 2 were already done. it was Too Late.#imagine it though. them working a case together. switching between the more serious tone of columbo vs the goofier#action antics of michael and kitt. columbo being so impressed by Modern Technology. there's more i could say but phoenix may write#more of this crossover and i don't want to spoil it :'3#there's opportunity here though i swear. there's gold to be dug.#i like how kitt gets shading but columbo's junker peugeot doesn't. kitt looked wrong without any. columbo's car is matte and dirty#i also applied effects to this to make it look a little film-grainy and VHS like. some CRT TV vibes#the only question left is. did they put knight rider into columbo; or columbo into knight rider 🤔
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densewentz · 3 months ago
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mmm not to be a solasmancer on main but im thinking about those few days after the Cole debacle if a solavellan Inquisitor encourages him to remain a spirit. just. Solas, watching her fret so much in the aftermath, terrified that she may have taken someone's choice away, worried that she influenced what Cole wanted somehow, watching her sheer relief and unbridled joy after Cole's, free and light and brimming with happy incredulity, "but you didn’t change, didn’t make me change. Thank you". He watches her, and thinks of Mythal. Thinks of devotion, and abuse. Regret. Thinks of Cole, and spirits and Wisdom and Pride- Thinks, wistfully, achingly, "in her hands, I might have been safe".
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melioristicbeast · 27 days ago
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So while I know Stiles canonically is probably a classic rock guy going by his shirts (although you cannot tell me the kid doesn't jam out to lady gaga's the fame monster), are you really in a fandom unless you project aspects of yourself onto characters?
Specifically an unhinged case of 'will listen to absolutely anything' taste in music - I'm the 'never pass the AUX cord' in my friend group.
The song in question (that i had on repeat enough one year that it was on my spotify wrapped) :
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I just quite like the idea of Stiles zoning out to some strange beats :)
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 8 months ago
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Soup solves everything.
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gunstellations · 3 months ago
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encounter (1/?)
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cont. of unfamiliar side
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