#i probably will do more of these

[birdiebirdjay]

my hcs for oliver and penny

because i realized they're really underappreciated together but have so much potential??

refraining from yapping about percy here (i still love him i just want to yap about these two rn)

they help each other become more confident

that's a big one

oliver is insecure about his academic abilities and social skills

(i hc him with slightly awkward speech patterns when he isn't quidditching)

penny takes one look at his charmed blackboards with the moving figures and his rousing quidditch talks and goes 'bitch what the fuck'

everyone treats him like he has no insecurities because he's a popular jock

penny never does and he loves her for it

he asks her to tutor him and she's probably surprised at just how smart he actually is lol

penny is insecure about her social skills and maybe her appearance (like a little hermione)

she's bright and bubbly but gets anxious sometimes and overthinks and sometimes the voices get too loud

oliver sits down with her and they hold hands and he lets her talk

he reiterates to her that she's very well liked and tries to talk her through the anxiety (it doesn't always work, but he tries and that's enough to make her feel loved a lot of the time)

he would learn about curly hair and how to take care of it and help her out (i am not self projecting i am not self projecting i am not se)

he would go clothes shopping with her and help her pick out cute things that make her feel better about her appearance

they would make friendship bracelets with comforting textures that they'd hold whenever they were feeling sad and the other wasn't there

gender norms who?

oliver paints his nails red and gold for house pride and penny paints hers blue and bronze because she's just as competitive

i REALLY REALLY hc that she was on the ravenclaw quidditch team in the 1991-1992 school year

(that's part of the reason why oliver was so depressed)

he'd spent the whole year teasing her like 'oh yeah you just wait' 'we have katie freaking bell and angelina johnson and alicia spinnet on our team' 'aND LOOK AT OUR SEEKER'

(and then they were "steamrollered")

harry doesn't play ravenclaw that year (he's sleeping too hard) so it was never disproven

oh back to our duo

they do skincare saturdays together no one can convince me otherwise

if they ever have to cancel oliver will pout

matching halloween costumes aw yeah

okay more romantic stuff now

oliver likes watching penny do her lipstick/lipgloss just so he can kiss her and get it all messy and then grin at her

but that's in private

oliver is more shy about public pda than penny is i think

she either doesn't take it that seriously or just loves showing her affection

if they go on dates they'll probably play footsie under the tables

ALWAYS make birthdays and anniversaries and valentines special

they'll make gifts for anniversaries and valentines and buy gifts for birthdays and christmas and things

oliver is THE golden retriever boyfriend

they lowkey probably stare at people together

"oh my god look at that guy" "..did he do something?" "no but look he's just so cute" "oh shit you're right"

but in a "i know you love me and i have no reason to be insecure in that" kind of way

they trust each other so hard (the perks of best friends to lovers)

cheek kisses cheek kisses cheek kisses

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[sameboot]

Hey man can u not do that

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[hoofpeet]

14 year old artists listen to me right now (gripping you by the shoulders) STOP caring about your "internet presence" right naow. Draw slower and stop trying to boil your art down to an acceptable marketable brand

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[harbingersecho]

you will regret this for the rest of your life

[platoapproved]

louis + cruelty

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[jakeperalta]

I'm curious. what job would you do if money was no object (you just automatically had an income you could live comfortably on)? including work like volunteering, studying etc. please share in the tags :)

[mooreaux]

Love Undying

[hotdogmchiggin]

Company Mandated Fancy Fits on the Tulpar 😏

Also had to include the REAL star of the show (and a bonus)

Based off of this and this. Thank you very much joetastic for being inspirational 👍

The REAL reason this is late

[the-meme-monarch]

was thinking abt how anya sleeps by the polle statue. which is motion activated to start talking.

+ i like drawing polle as a Character

[marimbles]

Halloween comic two weeks late bc i will never let tamadrien die

[traaumaa]

*has several debilitating disorders* idk maybe i'm just lazy

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's just guys night talk! Don't worry about it!

(Read Tiger Tiger and shake this man awake so he can finish that thought!)