#kinda personal I guess

[obaewankenope]

On one hand, I'm tired of being a bastard to people in order to impress upon them that whatever faith I extend to them is based on them following the rules they agreed to follow ffs

On the other hand, I would really like to grind people into the dust for forcing my hand and making me viciously remind them that I'm the one with the Real Power™ here and I'm disappointed in them for making me do this in the first place

But, I'm also a petty little binch so I enjoy the process regardless

[turgidscum]

As another native, genuinely I suggest that you try to learn about what gender looked like pre contact. Idk what tribe you’re from but my tribes entire creation story and beliefs includes and respects who we now call 2spirit. Talk to 2spirit people from your tribe, talk to your elders. I get why you’re a transmed, trying to survive in a colonial system and worldview is hard and it makes us always put our energy into survival and respectability politics, but we need to be putting our energy into challenging that system and worldview, not just trying to live within it. And also you can be indigenous and have anti indigenous beliefs, (most of us have at least some, at least subconscious, that’s colonialism for you) I’m not erasing who you are.

my tribe has no history of two spirit individuals, as the term was only coined in 1990 by myra laramee, who was an elder of the fisher river cree nation. the cree nation is on the opposite side of north america from my nation. we have never had any contact, any trade, nothing. the language of our nations is as vast and changing as any other nation, and my nation has a negative history with anyone not cis or straight.

my tribe only permits same-sex marriage as a result of federal ruling under the cfr. my tribe will not reissue my card despite by name and sex being changed legally.

i suppose you could chalk this up to colonialism, and i wouldn't blame you. when i asked my elders about this, they said that lgbt people were generally cast out in our tribe... though, again, whether this is colonialism, i'm not sure. but i can almost guarantee that none of the elders of my nation at present are welcoming of lgbt people and do not stand behind the idea of two-spirit. i personally don't as i have no connections with such a term. i am a man and always have been.

my nation being southern certainly hasn't helped. while some of the other members i grew up with are lgbt, i have long-since left them behind and moved on with my life. maybe they're more accepting than they were ten years ago... who knows. considering they won't reissue my card, i doubt it. (perhaps i shouldn't say i have my card if it's not my name, right?)

i am proud of my native heritage. i am not proud of how my nation, and my tribe specifically, treat people like us.

[jiyaneru]

i just remembered that i already finished this artwork :”)

i don't know where to put my hands

[adreamingofguns]

really late last night i was like oh shit i should work on my horny priestfic i promised i'd write for somebody in the saw server

and what happened instead was that my brain was like NOPE. GENESIS TIME. sorry she just haunts the narrative like laura palmer ass and every. single. thing. T does traces right back to her. it's a meditation on grief, I think. how much influence does one person have on the people they left behind. welcome to hell where i can't talk about shit like a normal person and have to filter it through 37 levels of fictionalizing bullshit to work through my issues. what is a legacy, indeed.

[miikpal]

for consumption

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Sometimes a day makes you want a Starscream to bite and squeeze

[meamiki]

silly comic based on a time i struggled to read live on stream :thumbsup:

context clip compilation below ASDASDFASA

(cw for brief mention of hospitals/strokes)

[icantdothistodaybruh]

The BoM side story won't let go of me

[marseafish]

do all new yorkers do this

[choccy-milky]

✨ pokémon AU! 🔴✨ clora is mainly fairy & psychic (bc shes sweet but also smart) whereas seb trends towards fire/dark (even tho i only ended up giving him 1 dark pokemon...shhh) i originally gave him a houndour, bc dark + guard dog was such a perfect combo for him, but arcanine ALSO suits him and is way cuter so i had to go with that 🥹 and i had to fit in a raven and a snake pokemon somewhere bc...cmon🥰 BAHAHA

TYSM to the anon who inspired this!! it was so much fun

[teaboot]

if ur a murderbot nerd now do u have any fun opinions abt it yet?

Oh my goddd you have no idea

I really, really, really like Murderbot because it comes at life with this perspective we don't often see that is very real among people who have already been through traumatic experiences, who developed skills and abilities to suvive that were once useful but no longer have context- that search that traumatized people go through to recalibrate and reorient ourselves in a world where we no longer really need those things to survive.

A bit personal here, but my own issues personally involved a lot of psychological abuse that made it difficult to trust my own perceptions of reality, and as a result I found I was very easy to lie to and manipulate.

To handle this, I became obsessive over writing things down, cataloging details and making notes of things as they happened- I'd carry recording devices and make audio recordings and stay up late at night to transcribe what they'd picked up, read those over and over again to reassure myself of things I wasn't certain about.

While doing this, there were others close to me that I felt responsible for, who I had to protect from others and protect myself from at the same time. Life was about two things: Evidence, and defusing threats

Over time, I learned to trust myself as my memories matched what had been recorded where their narrative didn't, but I never really kicked the habit. Like Murderbot, I had added something to my own programming that reassured me I was safe, that I was in control of myself, that I couldn't be mistaken or crazy or broken or used.

I'm only on book two, but already I see myself in Murderbot again. No spoilers here, but when I left home- left that dangerous context- I didn't need to repeat these patterns to survive anymore, but I still did, because I didn't know anything else anymore. It felt safe, comfortable, knowing knowing that the past couldn't repeat itself, because I'd written that flaw- blind trust in myself-  out of my programming and replaced it with something else.

Still, though, I'd become something specially suited to thrive in a very specific environment. Nothing else felt right like followinghigh-risk situations, like witnessing and watching and recording and knowing I had proof of the truth where others might not.

People took notice. I wound up in security by accident, but's an environment that I thrive in due to the same patterns and behaviours I originally developed when I had no other choice. I climbed the ladder pretty quickly, once supervisors caught on that my reports were the most accurate, most objective, most factual, detail-oriented and timely. I keep others and myself safe and prioritize public safety above all else, and I perform well under pressure

Now I'm in a position where I often wonder, do I enjoy this job, or is it just what I'm good at? I have a set of skills now, but do I have the option of choosing not to use them? What would I be, if not this? Could I be anything else? Can Murderbot be anything else?

It has a set of skills that set it apart, make it different, special. It does what it knows best. But is it free? Does it want to be? What does it want? Does it have to do what it was built to do? What if it didn't?

I know what I'm good for. The idea of deliberately leaving what I'm good for for something uncertain, that I might hate, that I might be useless at- the choice to give up what was so important to me for so long and become deliberately obsolete?

Let go of my entire purpose? The only thing I know, that I fit so well into but don't actually know if I enjoy? Now that I can choose? Now that enjoyment is a luxury I can afford to consider?

Yeah, that resonates.

I like the Murderbot series so far because it feels the way I feel: Like the most significant and formative part of my story, the part where I became what I am, has already happened

And now I have to just. Keep going

Into... what?

It feels absurd. Like a microwave giving up on reheating food and deciding to start a life around abstract dance.

So, uh. Yeah. It's really very wild to see this same philosophical-ish dilemma I've been digging over in the back of my mind and in therapy for the last forever laid out so plainly in a genuinely exciting and enjoyable story like this. I feel much less alone, and I... kind of really need to see how it resolves, I think.

So, uh. Yeah. Read Murderbot, I guess

[woolying]

i meant to post this before the stream but i was grinding out an assignment sorry </3 i had the party on in the background tho it was super fun !!!!!

happy 20k to these guys!!! hope theyre doing well

[quesocheeso]

Honestly I saw it as he just shapeshifted into a more female body and got pregnant like that, I wouldn't be shocked if both wukong and macaque can shift into different genders or beings 🤔

See that’s another version I’ve seen people do, and it’s cool but it wouldn’t work in this au at least by how I’ve described the process of birth/procreation

First major problem would be the shapeshifter having to keep their womb even after bombayayaing cause if they don’t I’d consider that as cancelling the subscription y’know, canceling the free trial after you finished the one movie, you don’t have access to anything after the trial

So while they could start the procreation through shapeshifting they’d have to keep that up the whole time

Which is where the next problem is: the pregnancy takes a lot and I mean A LOT of power/magic from the user, since the baby is using it all up concentrating on forming their own magical presence, the whole time the pregnant person is losing bits of their magic and often can’t concentrate on their main powers up until the end, Sunset!Mac lost most of his magic at least half way through, and his glamour and shifting ability kept flickering at the very beginning up until it was too much keeping them up.

So even if the process was started, the person shapeshifting wouldn’t be able to hold onto their shifted form for long after, once again cancelling their subscription plan because they didn’t pay their wifi and couldn’t consistently access the application

Could the partner share their magic just like they do after the birth? I mean possibly but that’s like using your neighbors wifi, you don’t know when it’ll lock you out and getting so much magic from someone else probably isn’t very good for your body in the long run🤔

So the shapeshifting route really wouldn’t work in this au😔

[corkinavoid]

back to the old house the smiths

right person wrong time

winter evenings aesthetic

i really love your work thank you so much💖

DPxDC At the End & In the Beginning

All it takes is one little misstep.

He slips on the layers and layers of ice and snow covering the once concrete floor, tries to catch himself on the wall out of sheer reflex, and something silvery, metallic, and clanky goes clattering down. Dick doesn't even have time to feel his heart sinking as the object hits the icy floors, bounces, hits a table leg with a loud bang - metal to ice, it echoes through the abandoned, frozen and forgotten lab - and-

There's a beep, a hiss of pressurized air being released, and then, whatever it is that Dick dropped lights up and shoots a white, blinding beam out of itself.

Dick covers his eyes from the flash, since even the lenses of his mask are not able to dim it in the slightest.

Yet, he puts his hand down almost immediately when he hears the most unexpected, absolutely impossible sound.

A cough.

There's a man kneeling in front of him. A rather fit man, actually, despite the fact that Dick only sees his back and it's mostly covered with a black cape; he's got broad shoulders and, wow, those biceps are thicker than Dick's thigh. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but they are big.

He is probably focusing on the wrong thing there because the man's hair is white, just as the snow around them, and floating like a flame. Which is arguably a more important detail than, well, biceps.

"Fucking kid," the man growls under his breath.

Now, Dick is a vigilante. It's pretty much in his job description to get stuck in an all-around confusing clusterfuck situation at least once a month. And yet, watching a buff man with flaming hair and some kind of beef with some unknown kid come out of... a thermos, okay, not the weirdest thing to store a man in, still takes its honorable place among the top ten confusing situations in his life. Not to mention that-

He must have made some sort of a sound, because the man turns around suddenly, his glowing red eyes locking with Dick's.

There's a long moment where neither of them says a word, both too stunned to react. Then, the man blinks.

"Huh," he says very eloquently, "At least he's had a few years, I guess."

Dick blinks, too, snapping himself out of a stupor. "What?" He asks, not sure where to start, and the man snorts.

"I mean, when I was imprisoned - according to this timeline, at least - you were still Robin. If you're Nightwing now, that means it's been a few years, at the least. Is your brother still dead?" He asks conversationally, rising from his kneeling position. Only he doesn't stand, he floats a few inches above the floor, and Dick might have suspected him to be Martian if not for the very wrong green hue of his skin and obviously more human-like, albeit a bit feral, features.

"What?" Dick asks again because he still understands absolutely nothing. The man gives him a weary, exasperated sigh.

"You know what, nevermind. Not like I care," he brushes his previous words off, "Where are we, anyway?"

Oh, that Dick can answer. He's almost glad for understanding at least something from all the stuff that comes out of the man's mouth.

"Amity Park," he says, "I don't know any street names here, but I've been trying to get to the starting point of this eternal winter apocalypse, so-"

"Stop right there," the man raises a hand in the air, frowning, and his face looks a tad bit lost, but mostly just sharp, eyes dangerously narrowed, "Winter apocalypse?"

Dick debates if he should be answering that at all, given the circumstances and the unknown origins of the entity. But, on the other hand, there's literally no way anything could get worse than it is.

"Yeah. We've got another ice age on our hands, and it looks like it started here. Like, right here," he gestures around himself, to the missing roof that looks like it was blown away, to the abandoned and frozen over lab equipment, and the layers and layers of snow and ice.

The man looks around as well, and Dick might be imagining it, but there's a flicker or recognition in his eyes as he takes in everything around him. Dick, however, decides it's his turn to ask questions now, "Who are you?"

"Name's Dan," the man introduces absently, not looking at Dick, and then his lips twist into a bitter smile, "I am the cause of the apocalypse." There's a pause where Dick feels his stomach abruptly sinking, and then the man adds, "Ah, not this apocalypse. A different one."

"Err, I feel like one apocalypse is enough. No, actually, one apocalypse is too many apocalypses. Please don't make more," Dick can't help but deadpan, and Dan barks a laugh.

"I've already made one. Not here, in a different timeline," he glances at Dick, "You've managed to stay alive till the very end in that one, too, actually. I guess your family is just very well adjusted for world ending events."

Different timelines are not an unfamiliar concept, and weirder shit has happened in his life, so Dick decides to believe it. However, that comes with a consequence of a dawning understanding: he is standing here, chit-chatting with someone who's caused an apocalypse. And he, albeit unintentionally, freed him.

"Relax, blue pants, world domination is not exactly interesting when there's nothing to dominate," Dan huffs a laugh, evidently noticing Dick tensing up, "Besides, it looks like no matter what my alternative self did, the result was all the same. We just had different approaches."

"What?" This is the third time Dick is asking this. He feels very stupid, yes, but he can't bring himself to ask more detailed questions. There's just too many confusing points.

Dan raises his head up, looking to the dark skies above them.

"If you say the eternal winter started here, then I believe I know what caused it," he says in a detached, emotionless voice.

Dick can't help but feel a spark of hope in his chest, "Really?!"

"Yes," Dan doesn't look at him, his flaming hair dimming slightly, "A destruction of a particularly powerful Ice Core would definitely achieve this effect." He pauses, and Dick knows he should ask for more context because he still understands nothing, but something in the man's posture, in his tight expression and firm line of his lips stops the words from coming.

So, instead, he asks, "How do you fix it?"

Dan's eyes finally snap back at him, and his eyes are red like blood and so, so tired.

"You can't fix death, Richard Grayson. It's too late."

~•~•~•~

I sure took my time with this one, I'm sorry.

I didn't get to explaining much in text - and I'm much too lazy to turn this into an actual fic even if it has the potential to be one - so, long story short, the Bad Fenton Parents Ending happened, only no one came to rescue. Danny spent too much time down in the lab, strapped to the table and cut open, but no one came. In the end, either Fentons have done something to his core, or he couldn't handle it anymore and self-destructed/destabilized from all the suffering. His core exploded, causing the winter apocalypse that quickly spread. Months/years later, what remained of the heroes have located the original source of where it all started from, and Nightwing went to investigate, looking for any kinds of clues to reverse the ice age.

Honestly, I kind of played with both the trope and the aesthetic here - I mean, it's definitely 'right person wrong time' when you think about it, Nightwing did find Daniel Fenton in the lab, but it was much too late, and it's definitely a 'winter evening' but probably not the one you expected.

At least I got the song alright? Actually, no, I twisted the whole meaning of it as well. Anyway, I like what it turned into, even if it's surprisingly depressing.

I'm adding a little aesthetic that I used for this piece:

Hope you like it!

[egophiliac]

OMG EGO HAVE YOU SEEN THE BOOK 7 CATER CARD YET

80s britpunk Cater is such an incredible direction to take. his Sid Vicious jacket! his little british police cap! I wouldn't have anticipated that going full-on Sex Pistols would be his alternate self but it is SO fitting actually. 😭

(also th-the crown symbol?! the gavel?! is housewarden Cater real because I will TRANSCEND --)

[abiscuit]

Hello Tumblr.com, boy do I have the post for you

This is my very serious very cool graph that I woke up this morning and felt the very express need to make.

I’m sorry to the 2004 Batman fandom, I have not actually seen that show, I hope I am right. I will watch it soon enough.