#look ma i did it

[bluecopihue]

I may have a problem hfjskfkakflsmflsl

I got the Top 4.47% on this English Vocabulary test

[scoops404]

If I wanna avoid spoilers should I mute that tag?

Yes! Though I'm pretty good about not answering too spoilery of asks until after the whole thing is done

if i forget to tag, just come nicely tell me. I'm not super great about consistently tagging

[tides-of-clarity]

100 followes yay

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Obviously we have to wait for the video to know the story, but for anyone who’s studied any kind of social history/psychology/sociology/etc. And knows a little about the diagnosis of hysteria, Victorian mores, the use of lobotomies/shock therapy/etc to treat women who failed to live up to patriarchal ideals and the minimizing of women’s physical and mental health issues historically in the medical and psychiatric fields plus the old Hollywood of it all… the imagery is Telling The Story. I am fucking SEATED.

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP2 | Murder on the Dancefloor

This is just Firstkhao throwing moves as they would whilst drunk at karaoke. Convince me otherwise.

[elviradreaminess]

Marinette on Zoom class 💕

A cute and funny illustration of Marinette crushing over Adrien during a Zoom class!

I made this quick drawing at the beginning of the pandemic when online classes were such a common thing for everyone, so this idea came up right away back then.

[violent138]

I love the idea that Martha just knew somehow that Clark was an alien (don't give me a well duh he arrived in a spaceship you coconut because I read this one comic where Jonathan genuinely spins out at the realisation). I feel like Martha spent hours gathering evidence and Jonathan was like, babe I love you but would you fucking stop? He's not got attenae or anything can we just be pleased about our miracle kid. And then Clark gets powers and Martha whispers about her little conspiracy again and Jonathan whispers back this is not proof he's an alien! He's just like that!

Martha does classic exorcism movie shit like attend university lectures on extraterrestrial life and grill the professor on the chances of it and what if it looks like us, et cetera and share her notes and brochures with a highly bemused Jon who tells her instead about how Clark helped the vet they called over.

And then they get solid evidence and Martha is vindicated and Jonathan is floored. Because alien was so wacky he'd never seriously considered it amongst his chief hypotheses (misplaced lab experiment, standard miracle baby).

[sparklepocalypse]

The insanely talented @marz-rm created some absolutely gorgeous coloring sheets for Patreon subscribers before Christmas, which means I got the chance to color! Not posting the original per the artist’s wishes, but this was entirely too fun to do (once I knew what heck I was doing in Procreate).

[sinnettini]

[charmac]

I do not think I'll ever get over how heavy handed the Inflates set decor was

[prismaticpichu]

I’m looking at YOU, awesome fandom!

Thx for giving this bullet hole-riddled game so much lore and love <33

[whoisnotmyname]

Ursa Hawke and Isabela on the red carpet for @storybookhawke 's da met gala !

They used the evening to see who could get the closest to lingerie while still be on theme. Clearly they took too long deciding who was the horniest won and missed the gala

[mispatchedgreens]

more of xu da's internet activity, placed thoughtfully (to me) in the reincarnated band au, featuring the most beautiful woman alive, one bug person crouched on the rooftop of the recording studio while ouyang is being Fussy downstairs, and the rarest creature ever to be caught on film: grumpy bitch ass smiling. permission to imagine esen, chin to chest, flopped on the couch, staring at ouyang's photo, ablaze with jealousy at all of his interactions with xu da, while wbx rubs at his temples in preparation for yet another oblivious, nonsensical sibling conversation.

[iamamythologicalcreature]

I did a thing. A sketchy thing. A Simony-sketchy thing. I was then told by an expert in the field to post it. So I am doing a second thing and posting it.

(I like doing sketchy things, though I don't often post them because they're all sketchy and unfinished. But then I realized the world would probably be better if more artists posted more sketches and thus... TA-DA.)

[writeitinsharpie]

ever think about the great sect madams of the generation before?

about madam yu, the violet spider, one of few in her generation to earn a title (even her husband was only ever sect leader. even wen ruohan was never regarded by a title other than sect leader wen). about yu ziyuan, about what she was like before years of jealousy and envy twisted her to only her most bitter parts? about the girl who was the third daughter of a sect leader, and then the wife of another, and yet all of her immense martial power meant nothing to the society around her.

about madam jin, known only by her title and never given a name or a natal sect, who was still somehow the closest friend to yu ziyuan. the mother of the sect heir and yet a wife who can do nothing but stand by as her husband dishonors their marriage over and over again.

about madam lan, the murderess locked up for her crimes, never seeing a trial and dying alone, only allowed to see her children once a month. who was she before she was the wife of the lan sect leader? was there a reason she killed the lan elder? did she want that marriage to qingheng-jun? did she even want the children she was kept from?

about the madams nie and wen, who only exist by implication, by the knowledge that their children exist and therefore so must they. about how so little is even implied about them?

[brekitten]

Be Careful What You Wish For

Tucker could make fun of him for not reading comics all he wanted, but Danny really did enjoy reading them. He just didn't have much time to after the Accident, with all of the ghost attacks.

He had the time now, he supposed. There were no ghost attacks anymore, not with Vlad "taking care of them".

He was almost scared to find out what the Fruit Loop meant by that.

Danny sighed, staring up at the bare white ceiling of his bedroom. He missed the stars he'd had stuck to the ceiling of his room back home. Because Vlad's mansion wasn't home, was it? It wasn't ever going to be, no matter what.

Again, he began to think of the heroes he'd always admired, the ones that he had always fantasized about when he was younger, as if they would fly out of the comic books and take him and Jazz away, take them to parents that would actually pay attention to them. Now, Danny would take his parents not paying attention to him over them being dead.

Danny sighed, his eyes slipping closed. He wasn't tired, but he wanted to pretend that he was somewhere warm and safe, anywhere but here.

"Man, I wish superheroes were real... I could really use one right now."

Then came a gentle whisper in his ear, one that promised the safety and warmth he was desperate for. "Your wish is my command, little Prince."

Danny jolted upright, but it was too late. One moment, he was sitting in a bed that wasn't his own, could never be, no matter how hard he tried to pretend it was, and the next, he was sitting in a field, cornstalks swaying gently in the warm breeze.

Where... was he?