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i want to make it known that you do not have to like a ship or character for any reason whatsoever. you are allowed to dislike a ship or character for any reason, no matter how silly. you are allowed to say "yeah i just could not care less about them" and move on with your life. i am shaking you by the shoulders. you not liking a character or interpretation or ship is not reflective of your understanding of the canon material or the characters themselves it just means you have a preference (a totally normal thing to do)
you disliking an aspect of a character's story, relationships, or the character themselves does not mean you overlooked the story or just need to reread it again. it means that you are a normal person with a normal way of going about things and are entirely undeserving of hate for it.
same also goes for the opposite. just because you like an interpretation or relationship or character that, in the canon material, doesn't make sense/will never be canon/would never feasibly work out/is bad in some way, does not mean you simply do not understand the characters or canon work. it just means you have preferences. it means you look at something and go "why not".
guys say it with me. there is no right or wrong way to enjoy a piece of media because at the end of the day, only the lord (toby fox himself) may cast the first stone.
as long as nobody is being hurt, it does not matter and it should not matter. your biggest priority in a fandom should always be to have fun
#literally the only exception is if you're weird with it#“i dont like ink because [common autistic trait that most autistic people have] which makes him undeserving of love in my eyes” thats weird#but honestly other than that i do not gaf#as long as youre not in other peoples' spaces being a dick about it i really dont gaf#live your life man#utmv#utdr#undertale#also pros dni pls <3#proship dni#dni proship#adding these obligatory tags in case someone decides to twist my words <3#not targeted btw???#i see this stuff all the time#not targeted
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Y’all, the Archive admins are made up of VOLUNTEERS. And they have been working for 12-13 HOURS STRAIGHT.
I better not hear any complaints when donation period comes around. OR ELSE.
cosplay by @woahchriswoah on Twitter
EDIT: How do we show appreciation to the volunteers? For me reading these deep dives on OTW issues u guys apparently it's been said multiple times that one of their objective statements is to have paid staff for ao3 and there's a surplus of donations they haven't used up or the other community solutions that needs to address. For those more financially literate feel free to analyze, snipe me or add to the discussion etc. linked here by deepa. They’re cool and these yearly analysis they did aint no joke.
But Seriously what can we do for these volunteers? The probable burn out from this entire fiasco would be no joke. @ao3org
#can we give them hot cocoa or smth#sorry if the org is so pressed rn#but gotta psa some of these issues while the iron is hot#and post is gaining traction#DDoS is over for AO3 but now it’s targeting other NGOs related to OTW org it’s despicable#EDIT 2: AO3 is Back :3#EDIT: WE ARE PAST 24 HRS BUCKLE UP FOR A LONG RIDE#no devil works harder than ao3 volunteers#archive of our own#ao3#ao3 update#btw yall know I’m not forcing anyone to donate right?#i mostly made this to the regular karens who bash the archive anytime they ask for donation#ddos attack#hackers#fanfic#fanfiction#fandom#spn#supernatural#tags to better circulate this news#destiel#lol#hobie brown#spider punk#spiderverse#no hate
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aoi projecting her period pains onto togami (2024, digital)
#aoi asahina#byakuya togami#lol. lmao even#giggled while drwaing this#these are 100% targeted attacks btw she is making the conscious choice to do this to him specifically#dear lord please take all my suffering and put it onto byakuya togami#my arts#danganronpa trigger happy havoc
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it doesn't matter how babygirl ur fav man is, he will ALWAYS be ten times sexier as a woman
#PLEASE be respectful in the tags for the love of god#drawing the fav is sm fun when they're genderbent like wow now i can be attracted to ANOTHER version of you😍#im so glad all of nakahara chuuya's fans are lesbians this guarantees my post will reach its target audience#i felt very straight drawing this btw. my nose was NOT bleeding. i did NOT constantly hear a ringing noise.#bsd would infinitely be better if the entire cast was made up of women#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#nakahara chuuya#chuuya nakahara#fem chuuya#also no hat im sry i cant draw hats💔#maybe in another post#lotus draws
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Made a wallpaper of Gaz's new skin!
#i made it cooler dont tell anybody#cropped his lil jacket#IM SO HAPPY WITH THIS PIECE BTW EVERYONE it was such a joy to work on the whole time i was ascending#a more flat style this time but i love it very much#this illustration is my child#also using this skin in game feels like a punishment im a big red target but its this or wetsuit gaz lol#aaaaaaaaaaaa#gaz my beloved <333333#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#gaz fanart#gaz mw2#gaz cod#gaz art#gaz mw3#call of duty mw3#elliot knight#procreate#my art#task force 141
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*Placing this down and scuttling away*
#fence posts#hermitblr#I . I don’t even know if I wanna tag anything else ikm too scared. this was meant to be a safe place AWAY from the cc’s ..#WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE MIGHT SEE THIS.#impulsesv#(<scared but I need to keep these darn tags organised… sigh..)#this is targeted btw#you know who you are.
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zoros my farmer on sdv. i drew his current outfit with my mouse
#he looks like a smurf it brings me so much joy.#i have HATED stardew for as long as i can remember just bc i genuinely didnt have the attention span for it sadly. never made it past fall#and then as soon as i made zoro in the farmer creator i locked on target and now i suddenly have ~70 extra hours.#like im an insane person. just stone me to death#also drawing with ur mouse is so fun and freeing why havent i done this in so long. the perfectionism left my body#the chickens names are marek. marek 2. and shithead btw#wtf... art#zoro#roronoa zoro#one piece fanart
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They should totally make out
#malevolent#blind faith#oscar malevolent#arthur lester#malevolent spoilers#my art#remember like months ago when i drew henry oak without a shirt (it was a bad drawing so hopefully not) and i said that was the spiciest i#was ever gonna go on here i guess that was a lie#i think they deserve to fuck nasty WHO SAID THAT?!!#i am spreading the agenda of Arthur having the most rizzz and i dont feel guilty#potato lord but not this is specificlly targeted at you btw 👁️👁️
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The Foster Mother
Now on ao3 and VHS release
There was, supposedly, someone waiting for him in the green sitting room.
“…Why?” Tim asked. Most of the usual suspects had already come by to give their “condolences”—former Drakes Industries investors, curious about the newly orphaned heir; fellow socialites, once again flocking in to give and receive sympathies for their “close friends, the Drakes”; gawkers come to see what they could scavenge off of a dead family’s home, never mind that their child was alive.
“She claims to know you, Master Tim,” Alfred offered, kettle in his hand. He spent a moment deciding between different two canisters of tea; a sign of possibly difficult future conversation. “Her interest in your father's estate seemed quite…minimal.”
…Alright.
Tim was still in his formalwear. Dissolving Drake Industries would take at least another year, and plenty of future hours cementing the future home of certain resources in their dissolution, but the outfit probably was more appropriate for whatever oncoming conversation that was about to ensue than his planned change into Dick’s old hoodie and board shorts.
Okay. Tim steeled himself. The self-determination…mostly worked. Whatever. He trudged up into the green sitting room from the kitchen with his usual introduction ready on his tongue.
And then Tim walked into the room.
And then Jazzy was there.
*
Tim had been three, and Miss Jasmine had been his had been his third nanny. He’d outgrown the wetnurse early on, and his second nanny had been dismissed, so although Miss Jasmine was the third nanny, she was first nanny Tim could consciously remember.
She’d had red hair. She’d been very gentle with him.
She got him up in the morning and put him to bed at night; for the first time, there had been someone who sat with him until he was asleep, reading all sorts of books his parents had left to engage him with as an early genius. Then, when those were over and done as promised to his parents, they got unauthorized books from the library: silly books with made-up words, dinosaur books, books about teddy bears and adventures around the world.
Tim hadn’t been allowed to travel the world. Tim hadn’t been allowed a teddy bear. His parents had thought it would encourage undue attachment.
(It had been the same reason he’d never been given a pacifier.)
Miss Jazz had given him a knitted bunny. She’d said her dad had made it especially for him.
The toy’s name was Bunny and Tim remembered him being very soft.
She didn’t smile all the time, but smiles were rewards that were easy to earn. He finished his meal and she smiled. He finished an educational puzzle and she smiled. He was quiet all through her phone call and she smiled, and answered all his questions once she was done.
Jazzy had been the first person in his life who was there all the time. She’d kissed his forehead after the bath and kissed his scraped knees; she’d carried him in his arms when he was tired and sometimes even when he wasn’t. His parents had wanted him to be independent, proactive, and not clingy, but Jazzy had been someone who he could run to from his bed when he’d had nightmares and someone he could cuddle on her lap with when he’d cried.
She was gone when he was seven. He didn’t remember why. His parents had probably never told him, but still; he'd assumed he'd have found out why eventually.
Jazzy looked the same right now as she looked in Tim’s memories, although she was likely no longer a college student at a nannying gig. Her red hair was pulled into a high bun, her dress modest and conservative from her neck to her ankles. There was a backpack beside her foot. She was sitting, one leg crossed over the other, on the high-backed loveseat in the green sitting room.
She looked up when he came in.
Tim. Stopped in his tracks.
It didn’t matter. Jazzy—Miss Jasmine stood up as soon as she saw him, eyes alight with worry. Foggy memories were swimming to the forefront of Tim’s brain. He couldn’t move.
“Tim?” Ja—Miss Jasmine asked, teal eyes raking over his frame. Tim froze where he was. He didn’t move, wide-eyed and terrified for no reason at all when Miss Jasmine got closer to him, at a distance that was more appropriate for a conversation.
She stood there. Watching him. It felt like his mother had just come home from her trips with Dad, and a ghost of old terror wafted through him as he waited for her to decide he’d done something wrong. Her voice got softer. Her eyes got softer. Why was Tim feeling so wrong-footed?? It was only a former staff person!
“Tim?” her voice was so gentle. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m—“
“M’s Jazz,” Tim croaked. Which. Wasn’t the level of formality he’d been going for, but better than Jazzy. He wasn’t a toddler anymore.
Miss Jasmine was so tall—honestly, was she taller than Bruce? She’d seemed insurmountable as a child; he hadn’t expected her height to truly be so statuesque as an adult.
(Or. Well. Almost an adult.)
She didn’t quite kneel down, but she did stoop lower, as if Tim was small and he needed to be on equal footing in order to have a serious conversation.
He could see all her freckles. Tim swallowed. It was too familiar. Everything about her was too familiar.
“You’re so big now,” Jazzy whispered, looking at his hair, his suit, his polished shoes. He didn’t feel it. “Oh, you’ve grown up so well.”
Thanks, Tim almost said. Something stopped him—something thick in his throat, to impassable to break through.
“I—“ he tried. He coughed. “Why…you… You’re here?”
Jazzy threw him an incredulous look, and then an incredibly wry one. “Well,” she drawled a little too primly, in the way that Alfred occasionally made obvious statements, “I’d think it obvious that when one’s parents have passed away, that those who care about you might come to check and see if you’re alright.”
Which. That didn’t make sense. Jazzy hadn’t come back for any other reason; she hadn’t come back for his mother’s funeral, nor when his father was injured publicly by a villain. Why start now?
“And,” Jazz added, seeing his visual confusion and distrust, “Your parents can’t exactly threaten me with a kidnapping charge for visiting you when they’re dead.” Pause. “Which I am sorry about. My condolences.”
Which. Whiplash. What a statement.
“Uh,” said Tim, who was rapidly losing control over the situation.
Jazzy stood again, and went back to her seat; she didn’t set herself down, though, as she only stooped to grab her backpack. “I am sorry for being unable to visit, although I really wanted to; you were at a very vulnerable age and had already moved into a class a year above you, and your parents should have been less hasty about replacing your main caretaker. The assassination attempts were unwarranted, but they did drive the point home that attempting contact was perhaps discouraged.”
“What,” said Tim. “Assassin what.”
“They were ninjas,” Jazzy offered, as if that was an answer. “Except the last one, which was a former marine. The point is that I do care about you, and wanted to ask if you had any idea where you’re going now that your parents are no longer…available guardians.”
Tim’s mouth opened. It closed.
Jazzy waited patiently.
“…How have you been?” Tim tried, resorting to a part of the script they hadn’t gone through yet.
Jazzy’s laugh was tired, but no less real. It was nothing like listening to his parents titter politely; he didn’t think Jazzy would even know how to fake a laugh. “Well, my brother told me that my former bosses had died, which was somewhat stressful. Otherwise, I’m pretty happy: I live with my brother and worked with him for the last few years. I was going to pursue medicine, but…well. The assassination attempts made it hard to interview for scholarships. I suppose that I could return to that now,” Jazzy mused, attention now elsewhere. She pulled the backpack off the floor and up into her grip. She opened it, and flipped through its contents. “How are you doing? I know that Wayne Manor fosters, but your parents were always rather…hands off. I thought the difference in levels of attention might be overwhelming.”
It was. Tim should be surprised how clearly she sees through him—
—But Jazzy used to watch him stim for almost a full hour after school, twisting Bunny’s arms back and forth until he could calm down. Seeing other people all day had been too much for him. Coming home from his parents’ parties had been similarly stressful.
She’d never been mad at him for it. She held him while he talked and stimmed and talked and talked and talked, and brushed his hair sometimes, or if it was very late and he was very young, helped him brush his teeth through all the medieval execution facts he could name.
“It is a lot to get used to,” Tim agreed quietly. He didn’t want to be ungrateful. He didn’t want to let on anyone about his plan to leave.
He had an out. The papers had already been filed; there was an actor waiting to play his uncle for a custody battle, ready for the fight.
Tim was ready to up and go. It was no hardship to leave all the good things here; anything beat making Bruce stick his fingers into Tim any deeper than they already were, compromising the dynamic they’d already established.
It was for the best.
“I can imagine,” Jazzy sympathized easily. “And I wanted to offer—well. I know there’s probably a lot of choices available to you, but my brother and I recently moved back to Gotham proper for the time being. He’s teaching astronomy courses at the university and I’m filing paperwork for Arkham patients. It’s not so privileged a home, but it’s quieter, and more central in town.”
…Tim’s heart skipped.
He. He couldn’t stop staring. Jazzy stared back at him, quiet and sure. Sure of what, Tim had no idea, but…
Why? Why would she want Tim? There was no way she would be able to get to his trust fund without his help, and he for sure knew better than to enable her ability to leech from him. The last time she’d known him, Tim had been a snot-nosed kid who cried all the time and couldn’t be normal for twenty consecutive minutes. His parents couldn’t even stand to be on the same hemisphere as him as a child. What appeal did this have for her?? What could having a teenager with severe baggage living in her house do for her?
And it’s not like there was any chance she knew he was Robin!
“Oh,” Jazzy suddenly interrupted. “I brought these for you, by the way. Your parents had tossed them out at various points; I’ve washed them since, of course.”
She handed him the backpack by the handle.
…Tim peeked inside.
On top was Bunny, still a washed-out faded sort of pink. He looked as fresh as he had the day when Tim’s parents had ”cleaned out” Tim’s nursery—in other words, a faded, a little gray, and slightly discolored from an old spaghetti stain. His button eyes were big and blue.
And beneath him were books that hadn’t passed his father’s muster as appropriately masculine reading material: The Velveteen Rabbit, with the cover a little scarred from a fierce attack of wet wipes. There’s A Monster at the End of This Book, with a goofy-looking Muppet on the cover, gold spine beat up beyond belief. Art Tim’s teacher at the time must have laminated and sent home; Tim’s dorky, crayon cat proved he would never make it as an artist, but attached to it was a photograph of a grinning boy with a bowl cut and a missing tooth.
Tim stared. There’d been purple marker on his hands and face. His grin looked…really bad, actually, like as if he was baring his teeth because he didn’t know how to smile. There was no formal grace there. Nothing to show the neighbors, nothing worth framing to put into the line of sight of the investors in the office.
Jazzy had kept it and brought it home with her. Jazzy had fished it out of the trash, and brought it with her to give back to him in Gotham.
It was crinkled like it’d been folded, over and over again. Further down in the bag was a crumpled certificate dedicated to “Timmy Drake, for: knowing a lot about octopi”, and a baby blanket Tim didn’t even remember. It had rocket ships on it. It looked as if someone had cut into it with scissors, although it had been obviously and brightly mended with red embroidery floss later on.
Jazzy had only been his nanny until Tim was seven. She had simply been gone one night, and Mom and Dad had been home for ten nights after without help before giving in and hiring Mrs. McIlvane and Mrs. Edith. Ms. Edith had never been so…permissive…with Tim as Jazzy had been.
Tim swallowed. He carefully put everything back into the backpack, unsure if he even wanted to keep it or not. It wasn’t like he could leave it here; he’d be gone, ideally, before the week was out. There was no point in taking it with him if he only planned to live with a stranger until he was eighteen.
“J…” Tim tried. He cut himself off before he could get too informal without prompting. “Miss Jasmine—“
“Just Jazz,” Jazzy corrected politely.
“—Why are you here?” Tim asked, ignoring how she’d technically already answered. He didn’t believe her. “What made my parents fire you?”
Jazzy’s expression turned…soft. Tim couldn’t look at her. Something horrible was welling with it, and he didn’t know how to cope.
“I’m here because I care about you,” Jazz repeated, and knelt beside him. She looked up into his face, and took his hand. Tim didn’t know why. He was practically an adult—he didn’t need this!
“And I was fired because your Mother overheard you calling me ‘Mommy’ on accident when you were tired. I suppose she was insulted, although I’d never know why; it’s not like she was ever home to bond with you in the first place.”
Tim’s throat closed. He missed his mom. He missed waiting up for his parents’ flight home, seeing their headlights outside the window, and knowing they’d bring home gifts from overseas. He missed using Mom’s perfume, and knowing he’d used more of the bottle sitting on her dressed than she ever had, but that it still smelled like her. He missed hearing his Dad telling all sorts of adventure stories and promises through the phone to be home for the holidays, even if Tim knew there was every chance he’d find some other way to spend the time back in Gotham.
And there was some small child in him who missed Jazzy, who hugged him and walked him to the library and made him soup from a can instead of fancy dinners and, who’d never needed to be waited for in the first place.
Tim looked at Jazzy’s round, freckled face.
He swallowed.
Tim moved out before the end of the week, as expected.
#dp x dc#Jazz fenton#tim drake#that one time Tim specifically hired a fake uncle so that Bruce couldn't adopt him#free to a good home#Jack Fenton knits btw#I'm not going to continue this but i thought it was a cool premise and needed its time. Have fun with it if you want to!#this is dedicated to all the fulltime nannies at the library who are fully just college girls raising babies#dpxdc#dcxdp#Jazz said is anyone going to raise this baby and was targeted by ninjas for it#I don't have any future plans BUT there is a moment where Dick tries to sneak into her apt to 'check it out' and she fully Gets Him with a#TBI and a Fenton CreepStickTM#also. parents who try to shape their kids by denying them every form of human comfort and access to their interests. You're dead to me#also also also I'm still a Tim Drake Autistic truther#not NOT inspired by the Say Uncle by Megarakles. This one's for you fellow fans#also. if he goes with her. He gets parented for the first time ever and it Sucks Ass lol.#faer fic
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has anyone come across any shareable graphics that show the type of produce (fruits/veggies) that israel exports?
#israeli fruit and vegetables are an official BDS target btw#the biggest palestinian org in norway (palestinakomiteen) have their own 'boycott israel' page#with graphics showing the type of fruit and vegetables from israel you'll find in norwegian grocery stores#would be nice to have something similar in english that gives a rough overview of the type of produce to be on the lookout for#even if your in the habit yourself of checking everything at the grocery store it's still handy to share with friends and family
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*hagarens ur timkon*
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#fma au#do NOT ask me about this cuz it wouldnt make any sense if i add any other characters#i would have to rewrite either all of the dc lore or the hagaren one#kon is a homunculus because... because... clone... and artificial human.... ahaha.... hey.....#this is completely self indulgent btw like the target audience was just me :/#still rewatching fma is it noticeable lol lmao lolz#timkon#tim drake#kon el#robin#red robin#superboy#dc#dc comics#im not putting fma tags#yj98#young justice#young just us#art#my art#there will be more btw. probably. idk.
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→ Challengers x Bridgerton: KANTHONY as ART, TASHI and PATRICK [insp]
#HEAR ME OUT#target audience of this post exactly one person: me#bridgerton#kanthony#kathony#bridgertonedit#kanthonyedit#kathonyedit#challengers#challengersedit#kate sharma#anthony bridgerton#fingers in his mouth forever btw
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mikey posted a single picture to his instagram story guys did you hear? mcr5 is gonna be released for the 750th time since 2019! the little gay people in my computer told me so!
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got silly with this one ◡̈
#torchwood#torchwood fanart#captain jack harkness#ianto jones#gwen cooper#toshiko sato#owen harper#andy davidson#captain john hart#janto#towen#pls click and zoom in for better quality !#HELLO!! everyone who’s been leaving lovely things in the notes of my torchwood drawings I want u to know I love all of u sm!!!#really makes me smile to see people enjoying my silly drawings !!! shoutout to the person who said the way I draw Ianto is like shortbread#fellow torchwood mystery gang truthers this one’s for you#ALSO HELLO !! WELSH PEOPLE !!! ARE YOU YHERE !!! !!!! THIS ONES FOR YOU !!!#has anyone else had the specific childhood trauma of being forced into itchy ass welsh traditional dress pls say my target audience is here#this was actually a way of resolving those memories of having to wear that hat ! the boys just got to wear rugby shirts :(#DO WE THINK IANTO OR GWEN HAD TO DO URDD EISTEDDFOD !! I do !! this is my personal hc just for me bc I think it’s funny#bonus doctor who s1 for u all :D#can u guys tell I’ve just spent the past 2 months job hunting post uni from the gwen drawing :| wish I could get a job for being nosey&gay#myfawny’s tie says ‘l <3 BBQ’ btw if you couldn’t make it out >:)#pls enjoy mewing John hart 👍
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more robin with zero gaydar & steve with excellent gaydar pls
#this is literally canon btw#robin buckley#steve harrington#platonic soulmates stobin#ronance#steddie#< target audience
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guesss who finally finished this early 2000s mike after like 4 months😍😍😍
#sorry for the wheezer fan mike.#and mcr.#i cannot help this it is my truth#film bro mike truther 😍😍#peep the fight club poster and pulp fiction dvd#pov ur on the phone w ur ex girlfriend bcs her brother aka ur homoerotic bestfriend gave ua mixtape and ur ??!?1!?2!#and it has a heart ?!?2!1??1#hes so weird i hate him#mike cant sit straight truther also btw#stranger things#mike wheeler#stranger things fanart#mike wheeler fanart#byler#y2k stranger things#early 2000s stranger things#stranger things au#stoner byler#target audience soz#fanart#harperdoodles
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