#it’s kinda lame

[lukreziaaa]

“Wanda. It’s time.” “No.” “They can’t stop him, Wanda. But we can. Look at me. You have the power to destroy the stone.” “Don’t.” “You must do it. Wanda, please. We are out of time.” “I can’t.” “Yes, you can. You can. If he gets the stone, half the universe dies. It’s not fair. It shouldn’t be you but it is. It’s all right. You could never hurt me.

I just feel you.”

[anx1oustig3r]

i need to draw dogma today that fight messes me up

the symbolism of dogma,,, that entire fight is a dying child trying to kill the very thing that he believes took his mother from him, took his FAMILY from him

like yea addiction and depression was there in his family before, but isaac is like, what five? he’s just piecing together the point where his mom changed and that made his dad leave

even thematically it’s so rounded, the first words you hear when you boot up the game is how he spent his time drawing and playing while his mom watched christian broadcasts, dogma being the personification of those

whether he’s killing dogma as an effort to save her in his head, or he’s clearing himself of the religious guilt he felt for so long after being told he’s evil, i just ,,,,,

[i-am-a-freg]

Idk why we can’t build ppl up without tearing the opposite or different group down yknow

[bigskycastle]

knights and wizards for hw

[asstrofem]

Yay wooo top poster chattering teeth badge of honor

[original-spoiled-princess]

Another one from my baking day.

[myuminji]

My take on ww that I need more people to envision

[mothtowers]

true love

[lunarmoves]

fresh out of the shower, you're sitting in your living room idly scrolling on your phone when moon crawls towards you—gaze intently focused on your hands.

"what's up?" you murmur, the gentle glow of his eyes painting your clothes in ruby. the lights are out for the evening and the moonlight filtering through your open windows adorns the walls with an angelic touch.

he doesn't say anything, just tilts his head and reaches out to take hold of your free hand. you let him, curiosity at his actions taking root in your stomach as you watch him run a smooth, metal finger over your own. once, then twice, then thrice.

"wrinkly," he says, low, after a quiet moment of observation. you raise an eyebrow at him, then realize he's repetitively brushing over the same distal spot on each of your fingers.

"well, yes," you chortle and set your phone to the side so you can show him both your hands and their fingertips. "they're all pruned from my shower. see?"

he hums, leaning forward slightly so that his clothed chest comes into contact with your knee. in this manner, with him squatted on the floor before you and his back hunched in the shape of a question mark, he's a bit shorter than you. he uses it to his advantage, slouching further into your space. his forearm rests on your thigh.

"how long does it last?" he asks, his larger hand enveloping your own so his thumb can run up and down your index finger. he is, for all intents and purposes, utterly captivated. his gaze does not stray from his ministrations.

you make a contemplative sound. "eh, not sure. 's not too long, though. maybe a couple minutes. it has something to do with blood vessels constricting, i think." you shrug lightly. "my toes do the same thing."

you wiggle them as he leans back to peer down at your bare feet, then yelp and nudge him with your knee as he moves to pick one up with a cold hand. "hey! no touching!"

moon snickers and relents, slipping forward once more to lean across your lap. he plays with your fingers, then slips his between your own to hold your hands together. you breathe easy, marveling at the difference in size—metal and flesh, resting flush against one another. unnatural in a way that makes something in your stomach clench.

"ugly." he grins sharply up at you, squeezing your hand gently to let you know he's teasing. you stick your tongue out at him and let out a soft laugh.

"yeah, yeah, silly human with silly skin." you roll your eyes in good nature and squeeze his hand back.

and the two of you sit like that, hands interlocked as the stars rotate across the night sky—two puzzle pieces joined together for a moment of peace.

[eclown4hire]

Please be a lame old man. Please.

[braindedtempura]

winter time donna

drew donna (and angie) for an assignment,,.. i think i'm satisfied with how it turned out but also oh my god painting is NOT my strong suit

have the whole 8 MINUTES AND 52 SECONDS timelapse omfg i struggled so much

[discount-kirishima]

guys i think we're sleeping on the best choso panels

[spicemachine02]

Cozy!

[litterbugsdemise]

October 13th also known as Friday the 13th… Mcr…please… give us an ablum…..

[kittykatninja321]

Not to rehash this discourse so close to his birthday but genuinely what other mysterious unnamed trauma of Jason’s is Bruce referring to in bftc if not csa? We know that:

It’s something that happened to him

It’s something that happened to him pre-Bruce, so it presumably could’ve happened while he was an extremely vulnerable unsupervised homeless child

It’s something associated with secrecy and shame: Jason only told Bruce about it and freaks out about Dick playing his hologram talking about it

It’s something that affected him profoundly, Bruce says it left him “broken” (ugh side note: hate this language) and he seems to get retriggered by it being brought up again

What other trauma is coded like this besides sexual assault? Like genuinely I have yet to hear an answer that fits as well or better

[piggiebonez]

i drew this shit maybe 2 months ago or something whatevar

Z4DRS DNI my glorious warriors eat them alive