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[downthetubes]

Spaceship Away, the Dan Dare-inspired SF comic anthology, celebrates landmark sixtieth issue

A landmark issue for the long-running independently-published SF comic magazine, Spaceship Away

The team behind the Dan Dare and Eagle-inspired comics anthology Spaceship Away are celebrating this month, as the long-running title clocks up its sixtieth issue – and on fine form. The cover of Spaceship Away Part 60 represents Keith Watson’s cover art for Part One, published in 2003 First announced at an Eagle Society Annual Dinner back in 1992 by its original editor, Rod Barzilay, Spaceship…

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[eosofspades]

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[ulkaralakbarova]

Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson meet as boys in an English Boarding school. Holmes is known for his deductive ability even as a youth, amazing his classmates with his abilities. When they discover a plot to murder a series of British business men by an Egyptian cult, they move to stop it. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Sherlock Holmes: Nicholas Rowe John Watson: Alan Cox Elizabeth Hardy: Sophie Ward Professor Rathe: Anthony Higgins Mrs. Dribb: Susan Fleetwood Det. Sgt. Lestrade: Roger Ashton-Griffiths Dudley’s Friend: Matthew Ryan Dudley: Earl Rhodes Chester Cragwitch: Freddie Jones Bentley Booster: Patrick Newell Khasek – Lower Nile Tavern Owner: Nadim Sawalha Rupert T. Waxflatter: Nigel Stock Master Snelgrove: Brian Oulton The Reverend Duncan Nesbitt: Donald Eccles Dudley’s Friend: Matthew Blakstad Dudley’s Friend: Jonathan Lacey Ethan Engel: Walter Sparrow Mr. Holmes: Roger Brierley Mrs. Holmes: Vivienne Chandler Curio Shop Owner: Lockwood West Cemetery Caretaker: John Scott Martin School Porter: George Malpas School Reverend: Willoughby Goddard Policeman with Lestrade: Michael Cule Policeman in Shop Window: Ralph Tabakin Hotel Receptionist: Nancy Nevinson Older Watson (voice): Michael Hordern Schoolboy (uncredited): Grant Burns Acolyte (uncredited): George Lane Cooper Chestnut Seller (uncredited): Salo Gardner Restaurant Patron (uncredited): Lew Hooper Footman (uncredited): Royston Munt School Master (uncredited): Henry Roberts Patron (Lower Nile Tavern) (uncredited): Fred Wood Film Crew: Animation: John Lasseter Casting: Irene Lamb Executive Producer: Steven Spielberg Executive Producer: Kathleen Kennedy Executive Producer: Frank Marshall Production Design: Norman Reynolds Visual Effects Supervisor: Dennis Muren Producer: Roger Birnbaum Director: Barry Levinson Producer: Mark Johnson Editor: Stu Linder Director of Photography: Stephen Goldblatt Animation: Eben Ostby Animation: Don Conway Animation: David DiFrancesco Set Decoration: Michael Ford Screenplay: Chris Columbus Makeup Artist: Nick Dudman Art Direction: Fred Hole Makeup Supervisor: Peter Robb-King Art Direction: Charles Bishop Assistant Art Director: Gavin Bocquet Original Music Composer: Bruce Broughton Associate Producer: Harry Benn Characters: Arthur Conan Doyle Costume Design: Raymond Hughes Producer: Henry Winkler Visual Effects Supervisor: David Allen Animation: Craig Good Second Unit Director: Andrew Grieve Visual Effects: Robert Cooper Assistant Art Director: George Djurkovic Third Assistant Director: Peter Heslop Visual Effects Camera: Jay Riddle Visual Effects: Blair Clark First Assistant Director: Michael Murray Animation Supervisor: Bruce Walters Art Direction: Dave Carson Visual Effects: Sean M. Casey Second Assistant Director: Ian Hickinbotham Makeup Artist: Jane Royle Animation: William Reeves Visual Effects: Tony Hudson Visual Effects: Jay Davis Animation: Barbara Brennan Animation: David Salesin Animation Supervisor: Ellen Lichtwardt Goodchild Dressing Prop: Paul Cheesman Art Designer: Michael Ploog Draughtsman: Reg Bream Rotoscoping Artist: Donna K. Baker Draughtsman: Peter Childs Animation: Robert L. Cook Animation: Gordon Baker Animation: Jack Mongovan Visual Effects: Tony Laudati Visual Effects: Marghi McMahon Movie Reviews:

[beebfreeb]

Louisiana Meshi!!!! Thistle will be at the crawfish boil.

[suntails]

growing up!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[a-reyy]

I think we all headcanon Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen going to boarding school together but what if Lex Luthor went there as well…and they were friends. Like bestfriends. The kind of friend you talk to even after you graduate.

The JL undercover at one of lex’s galas to get some info on an evil plan he’s been cooking up:

Clark: can somebody cause a distraction while I go get the files?

Bruce:…..Oliver?

Oliver: no

Bruce: please?

Oliver: *sigh* fine.

Bruce: yes!!

Clark:…what’s happening?

Bruce with Ollie walking up to lex: if it isn’t my favorite ginger!!

Oliver: you can’t say that Bruce. He’s not a ginger anymore, he’s bald.

Lex visibly done with their bs: at least I assume it. What are you whores up to nowadays, adopting 10 kids per week?

Oliver pointing at Bruce: that’s him, not me.

Bruce: at least I don’t make one, on purpose might I add, and then proceed to ignore his existence.

Lex: you got me there Brucie. But I still can’t believe only one of your kids is biologically yours considering how big of a slut you are.

Bruce: it’s not that bad.

Oliver: you literally slept with Superman.

Lex who did not know that:…you slept with Superman…and didn’t invite me!?

Bruce: what

Oliver: what

Clark over comms: what

[hrokkall]

We are so bat

[kiisaes]

waitress pacifica doodle

[googledocsdyke]

many student bail funds have hit their goals and student organizers are asking people to redirect their money to gaza aid efforts and people whose lives are in immediate jeopardy. donate to help a young doctor from al-shifa hospital make it safely to egypt

[wanderingcritter]

god gives his most niche fandoms to his most autistic warriors

[soapyakships]

welcome to the other side!

[ilyberrymuch]

you can also put in the tags how old you were, again im nosy lol

[flwrkid14]

Tim and Danny: Love, Trust, and the Weight of Protection

part 1

Danny knows what it's like to be hunted.

It’s been his reality for as long as he can remember—forever glancing over his shoulder, never truly at ease. Between vengeful ghosts, government agents, and countless other dangers, his survival has depended solely on his instincts, his powers, and the fickleness of luck. He has his friends—two best friends and a sister who would drop everything to stand by him, who he knows would always have his back. But the weight of that reliance feels heavy, a burden he can't quite shake.

Trusting others, truly leaning on them, has always felt like a luxury he couldn’t afford. He wants to feel safe, to let someone else take some of the weight, but the thought of putting them in danger because of him? That’s a risk he can't bring himself to take.

Then he meets Tim Drake.

At first, Tim’s protectiveness doesn’t faze him. It’s Gotham. You don’t date a Wayne-adjacent vigilante and expect anything less than a little paranoia. Danny’s been through worse. A tracker on his phone? Standard. Tim pulling files on his professors? Honestly, kind of funny.

But then, Danny finds out how deep it goes.

He stumbles upon a folder on Tim’s desk—his name printed neatly on the tab. Inside? Background checks on his classmates, neighbors and friends. Surveillance reports. A detailed map of his daily routine. Heart rate data. Sleeping patterns. Eating habits. There’s even a file on Phantom.

For a moment, Danny froze.

This should terrify him—it used to. Being watched, tracked for his every move, reminded him too much of those who hunted him, who’d wanted to tear him apart and dissect him like a lab rat. His first instinct was always to run.

But at that moment? He felt... safe. The notes in the margins weren’t cold or clinical like the ones his parents would have written. No, instead, they were worried. Make sure he’s eating enough. Possible threat? Keep an eye on this one. Look for ectoplasmic spikes—could mean trouble.

This wasn’t someone trying to control him. This was someone trying to protect him.

Tim’s not like the people who hunted him in Amity Park. There’s no malice in what he does. No intent to control or hurt. It’s all fear. Love, even. Danny can see it in Tim’s eyes when he stammers through an explanation, bracing himself for anger or rejection.

He’s scared Danny will leave.

And that’s what gets Danny.

No one has ever cared for him like this, no one willing to go through such lengths just to ensure his safety. Yeah, it’s intense, maybe unhealthy, even by the standards of a world that isn’t known for its normalcy. Danny knows Sam, Tucker, and Jazz would do the same—they’ve all put their lives on the line for him before, and he loves them for it. But Tim is different.

Tim is strong enough to face the dangers of Danny’s world and carry the weight of his burdens without hesitation. It’s something Danny could never ask his friends to do—not because they wouldn’t, but because they have their own lives, their own paths. They would drop everything for him, just as Tim would, but Tim does it with the resolve of a vigilante, already living a life where protecting others is his duty. This is someone who understands the risks, who’s already made those sacrifices, and still chooses to say, “I will protect you, no matter the cost.”

So, he smiles. He kisses Tim’s cheek. And he asks, “Can I put a tracker on you too?”

The way Tim’s eyes light up? Yeah, Danny thinks. This is love.

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The batfamily doesn’t get it.

They corner Danny one day, all serious expressions and careful words.

“Danny, we’re worried,” Dick starts, voice soft. “About Tim?” Danny tilts his head. “About both of you,” Steph says. “This… surveillance thing. It’s not normal.”

Danny shrugs. “Neither am I.”

They might understand—on some level. They’d lived through their own kind of danger, faced their own threats. But for Danny, it was different. They didn’t grow up being hunted, didn’t spend years hiding from people who wanted to tear them apart just for existing. For him, trusting the wrong person wasn’t just a risk; it was a matter of life and death.

Tim’s methods might be extreme, but Danny sees the intent behind them. It’s not control. It’s care. Tim watches his back because he knows what it’s like to lose people. Danny lets him because he knows what it’s like to be alone.

“Tim’s the first person who’s made me feel safe,” Danny tells them, voice steady. “You see obsession. I see someone who cares enough to watch my back.”

They don’t know what to say to that.

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Their relationship isn’t conventional. But in a city like Gotham, love isn’t always soft and simple. Sometimes, it’s vigilance. Sometimes, it’s knowing someone’s tracking your heartbeat because they’d die if it ever stopped.

Tim watches over Danny. Danny watches over Tim. It’s not about control—it’s about trust. About knowing that, no matter what, someone’s got your back.

The bats worry. They whisper about boundaries, red flags and healthy relationships.

Danny doesn’t listen. He knows what he’s got.

In a world where ghosts and vigilantes collide, where danger lurks in every shadow, Danny’s finally found someone who won’t let him face it alone.

And that? That’s everything.