#its driving me up the walls

[starrieslight]

Gale genuinely considering the possibility of anything romantic between Finnick and Katniss once again just goes to show how absolutely stuck he still is on pre-hunger games Katniss. He refuses to aknowledge and accept how her experience in the games and in the capitol has changed her, continues punishing her via anger and ignoring her for acting differently that she used to before. He is so blind in his depseration to get 'the old' Katniss he fell in love with back, that he doesn't see the (trauma) bonds she has formed with Peeta, Finnick, Haymitch...everyone. He can't stand not having been there for Katniss's experience in the first games and refuses to grow with her and actually consider her new perspectives and experiences, like a good friend would.

[titanofthedepths]

Yes you’re not fatphobic but are you capable of talking about fat people in a positive manner without saying somft/round/rotund/squishy/tumby/chumby/any other variation of the sort. Are you capable of talking about us in a positive manner without it being about beauty or attractiveness. Are you able to talk about fat people in general without being dehumanizing or infantilizing. Can you treat fat people with respect.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i have to say i love the art from your pfp where erik's holding charles it looks so sassy idk i love seeing erik holding charles in various ways and you just draw that perfectly thank you very much erik please do carry charles everywhere he's a princess and he deserves that

thank you my friend !! he is his princess thats so true .....

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[dunkinbublin]

forever bitter that the sonic ova home isnt used in any sonic media

if sonic is gonna settle anywhere its gonna be where nature has reclaimed itself.

[memecatwings]

the thing about zosan is that it is mostly shipping goggles yaoi bullshit and thats fun its extremely funny however when you look past popular fanon there actually is something really interesting going on with the two of them like how zoro cant stop himself from picking on sanji when he tries to flirt with women and how sanji watching zoros fight with mihawk was a big factor in his decision to join the crew and how zoro canonically helps with washing the dishes and how they bicker with each other all the time over petty bullshit and how sanji is skilled enough with knives to fight with them if he wanted to and how they almost kissed accidentally as a bit on two different ocassions and how 3 is zoros lucky number and how they only ever call each other by stupid nicknames and how their dynamic shifts ever so slightly into something unspoken at the end of the thriller bark arc that results in something seemingly fragile between them which drives sanji to leave nami behind while theyre being hunted down by kizaru to try to protect zoro and then whatever it was that was happening there in that short frame of time gets completely forgotten about and left behind so their dynamic can be boiled down to just generic rival arguing for the next 500 episodes until the end of the wano arc when sanji asks zoro to kill him if it seems like there's something wrong about him and zoro says verbatim that he came back from hell to fulfill that promise

[coin-z3fs]

After school chatter.

[al-luviec]

ninjago s11 redraw

[acevity]

theyre in my head. forever. take some scraps

[ratmans-notebooks]

everyone listen to me right now. trans men & transmascs are targets of misogyny. crazy idea i know but when youre seen as a woman and/or shoved into the woman category people will be misogynistic to you. it is fuckign crazy the amount of posts ive been seeing syaing stuff like "trans men think theyre exempt from being mras cause the dr said they were a girl once" or "having a pussy doesnt mean you cant be sexist" and its like. YEAH OBVIOUSLY having a pussy doesnt mean you cant be sexist but jesus christ the presumption that trans men are unaffected by their asab or that theyve never ever experienced anything like misogyny is wilddd!! not to mention why are we still referring to transmascs by their (assumed) genitals. like its obviously vile to reduce transfems & trans women to their genitals but the same people who realize this seem to have no problem doing it to transmascs

[dalvs-wife]

did i ever post this doodle page of me struggling to draw null because i. yeah.......

[proshippers-against-censorship]

Hello there! :)

I hope you are doing well!

Okay, so, I was coming across some anti posts and they made me think because they only seem to have one argument ever, which is "At least I'm not some sicko defending CP.". and I started wondering how it is that proship is immediately (and falsely so) connected with CP. That thought made me come to you because I thought the gang could have a bit of discourse around that :)

The misinformation about what proship actually is and stands for is driving me up the walls lately. I'm aware that loli and shota exist. Is it something I interact with personally? No. Just not my thing, but I acknowledge it and leave it alone. I am very much able to differentiate fiction from reality.

"Uh...uh... but they are getting off on it!!!1!1!11!!" Okay? Speaking as a survivor of a decade full of CSA and much SA after that, I'd very much prefer someone jorking it to fictional pixels instead of a real child or person getting harmed and severely traumatised. Might be a hot take or an unpopular opinion, but that's my two cents on it.

Thank you for running this blog on here! Always glad to see you pop on my dash. Have an amazing day/night.

<3

You have a lovely existence as well ^^

[pansyfemme]

for a looooong time now i’ve had this particular… thing? (i know it’s related to my psychosis/being schizospec bc. thats what my therapist says. but i don’t know what’s the right term..) everytime i wear headphones at night where i swear i can hear people i love talking badly about me but can’t quite make it out over the music but it completely disapears when i take them out. ive been dealing with it since middle school and it used to drive me fucking nuts but now it’s all just part of the music listening experience for me… hashtag i lov e music

[valtsv]

Do you think you can elaborate on your thoughts about Hell Followed With Us?

Not hate or anything I’m just very interested because I liked the book a lot but was left kinda unsatisfied and I’m trying to figure out why, so maybe hearing it from someone else can help me get my thoughts in order? Thanks!

yeah of course! my main problem with it is that it's marketed as having diverse representation, like that's a key feature in most of the promotion i've seen for it, but said representation is incredibly surface level and feels tokenistic to me. outside of the main character, most of the characters feel more like checking items off a list than people. the way the supporting characters are introduced is very "tell" rather than "show". like, "this is the nonbinary character of colour, this is the trans woman character, this is the autistic love interest, here are some common traits/stereotypes associated with their identities just to remind you that they exist, etc."

i don't think it was done with any conscious malicious intent, but it does feel lazy, and annoys me considering how it's explicitly marketed as "A furious, queer debut novel about embracing the monster within and unleashing its power against your oppressors." i wasn't expecting to be blown away by a debut YA novel, but i was still disappointed. and i don't want the author to be like, cancelled or anything, i think it's great that he's been successful in an industry that's even harder to break into when you're both a member of and trying to tell the stories of societally marginalised groups. and i haven't read his other books, so maybe this is something he's since improved on. idk. i just think his writing would genuinely benefit from writing his characters with more equal care and attention.

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[autistic-katara]

me personally i think every american who wants to write fanfic about british media should be legally obligated to do extensive research on what terms are used over hear before posting it