#shattered is pleased with this

[dragonfire1000]

Thanks Tumblr bumble ad for inspiring me to draw my first gay art.

One of my favorite ships to this day, and I have @zu-is-here to thank for that haha. Happy belated dark sunshine anniversary BTW.

[divinemach1ne]

some skystar stuff because i think about them constantly ( there will be more unsurprisingly )

also under the cut is the first drawing recoloured to be shattered glass skystar cause. yeah. i need them to be happy

[raycatzdraws]

A Linked Universe meets The Dark Crystal AU! I don't even remember what started it at this point. I remembered that the Dark Crystal and Age of Resistance are things I like, blinked, and woke up three days later with an AU and a bunch of art.

The designs and the story are a wip and for fun so expect a lot of variation! (I have a few different beginnings, ideas for different designs, etc)! :D

In addition to #linked universe I'll be using the tags #the dark crystal lu au and #courage of the dark crystal!

[hoomanbeaning]

"... 'make you one of us?' the accent thickened, giving a fine lilt to the words. 'why would i do that?' eyes narrowing. 'i would not do that to those whom i find to be despicable, whom i would see burning in hell as a matter of course. so why should i do it to an innocent fool-like you?' ..."

anne rice's the story of daniel / the devil's minion / or the boy from the interview with the vampire

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

haha just kidding, nothing is free!

100 bucks. fork it over.

[royalarchivist]

Fit: Yeah, they're all great, you'll like them a lot, you're in good hands.

Pac: You're in good hands, Empanada. One day, if you want to switch place one day, maybe? You know? Just let me know. Remember the thing we talked about yesterday, right? Yeah. Anytime.

Fit: [Chuckles] You two made a little agreement?

Pac: Yeah! Maybe one day it's going to happen, you know? I need to search for a hat just like Empanada's.

Fit: W- wh- wait, Just like in wait a minute, wait a minute. You want to switch places with Empanada? Is that what you mean?

Pac: Yes!!! She had the best mothers of all time! Like, imagine how she's going to be treated, like, she's going to be a princess! The princess of all princess!

Fit: [Stunned silence] Y- yeah, yeah! That- that- great. Just-

Empanada:

Pac: Yeah, you know, like– Tina and Bagi, you know, they are my mothers as well.* Mis madres, mis madres, mis madres, you know, 'cus of the meme, you know Fit, you know Fit?

Fit: Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I- I– Yeah. Yeah no, I get it, I get you, I get you, I understand. I understand. ...yeah.

Pac: [Laughs] Yeah.

Empanada: Drama

Fit: We say "fofoca", Empanada, in Portuguese, yeah. Fofoca, fofoca.

[randomationality]

haven't touched this since idk in three weeks

i really liked that one doodle of sg airachnid and slipstream from @shenanisketches art so heres uhh sgtfp airachnid and starscream!!

(IM SORRY IF THIS IS STEALING I JUST REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE IT AND I DIDNT KNOW IF I COULD ASK OR NOT PLEASE IM SORRY I JUST DIDNT KNOW IM SO SORRY)

here it is

[djinn-ale]

i havent seen any sg bishoujo designs yet so...... 😳

[deltaruminations]

what if gaster in a future chapter calls out the audience for speculating so much about him. the guy canonically has some amount of access to Real Life Social Media. like i started this mostly as a joke but there are definitely some real metanarrative opportunities for a character with recklessly curious impulses, and possibly a fragile sense of self, having nearly limitless access to streams of debate over whether or not he’s a bastard. rude to talk about someone who’s listening etc

[bookish-phile]

reblog for a bigger sample (did i say that right?)

[neuro-psyche]

hc that jason todd loves 90s romcom movies. The fairy tale ending and the simplicity of it all is 100% one of his guilty pleasures.

i feel like You’ve Got Mail is def one of his favorites. the references to pride and prejudice sold him on it. sure, he doesn’t like how Joe put Christine out of business, fuck late stage capitalism, but still.

Roy def showed up at (broke into) one of his safe houses while Jason was watching 4 Weddings and a Funeral and it went like :

Jason, sobbing during the funeral scene : What the fuck are you doing here.

Roy, already taking a photo for blackmail : Why the fuck are you crying.

Jason : I’m watching four weddings and a funeral.

Roy : What the hell is that.

Jason, already rewinding : Sit your ass down.

-Later-

Roy, sobbing violently during the funeral scene : He was his song, dude!

Jason, also sobbing violently despite having seen this movie hundreds of times : This scene never gets any easier.

Roy : We will never speak of this.

Jason : Speak on it and your body will end up in the river.

Roy : Agreed. Now shut up the movie is going.

also dick 100% watches the movies with him. they also both watch 10 things I hate about you and sob.

[twiggyrogue]

I swear if Jace ends up having a religious reverence for Porter, I'll perish. If it ends up that he was the one who put the idea of killing a god in Porter's head, perhaps because then everyone would be able to see the man he's known the way he always seen him. And any worship that happens now is so zealous in the presence of overwhelming rage that devotion and obsession looks like one and the same. If that's their dynamic I'll fuxkinf scream

[nananooti]

YALL NEED TO MAKE MORE STEPHEN GLASS FICS AMD SAM MONROE FICS, PLEASEEE!! IM BEGGING.

💔💔💔

LOOK AT THEM AND TELL ME YOU DONT WANT TO WRITE A WHOLE FANTASY ABT THEM, DONT LIE TO ME

[princehoneytea]

i lost my sweet baby boy milo today. he lived a long life and passed very peacefully. he's been my best friend for 16 years... my heart is broken

he loved eating paper, chewing faucets, forehead-kisses, and cheese!! there's so much i want to say about him but theres never enough words. thank you for sharing your life with me

[embracingher]

HEAR ME OUT. I declare that the lack of Aaron Warner fanfics in this app should be considered a crime. I’m not talented enough to write this so I leave it to you talented people out there:

A multi part slow burn series in which the reader was also undercover as a soldier with Kenji back in sector 45. And Aaron barely pays attention to her but reader has always had some kind of fascination with him (she falls first because I LOVE the angst). It’s not until he’s held hostage in Omega Point that he realizes that Kenji wasn’t the only one infiltrated and he becomes curious. Slowly he begins to lose that infatuation with Juliette and forms an undeniable connection with reader, realizes how smart she is and he gets to know her and learn about her sibling-like relationship with Kenji. You can even stretch Aaron’s denial over his feelings for reader until the Restore Me period to make it even more slow burn and angsty, and THEN get to the fluff “it’s us against the world” type of relationship (and the war drama ofc).

IT’S A NEED. (please tag me if you decide to write it. Thank you, you beautiful angel)

[no-song-so-sweet]

I want to talk about Harry Potter.

Well. Sort of. I want to talk about Harry Potter in a roundabout way, in that, I want to talk about the reaction my friend group had when shit started really going down with That Bitch Rowling.

Because Rowling is a horrible person. She’s a TERF, a denier of Nazi Crimes, homophobic, anti-Semitic, the list goes on and on (and most recently, has been attacking a trans soccer manager, if my dash is to be believed? Somehow, she just seems more cartoonishly evil with each passing day). But this isn’t about That Bitch Rowling, not really. Or if it is, she’s merely a footnote in the story.

Harry Potter was, and I think this is true for many of us, a large part of my childhood. While the writing may be mediocre at best, it was wildly influential. I didn’t know a single kid that wasn’t hoping for a letter to Hogwarts. It was a Big Deal for a lot of people, and that included my friend group. My friend group, which is made up of members of the LGBTQ+ community. My friend group, which includes a young lady who we didn’t always know was a lady. I’m sure you can see where this might be going.

The day I got a tear filled phone call about That Bitch Rowling was, frankly, heartbreaking. She was mad because a woman she had respected up until now didn’t respect her. She wanted to get rid of her copies of the books, but didn’t want to donate them. I never want to hear her cry like that again. So I made a decision.

I told her to hold onto her books for just a little while longer. I phoned the group. I figured out when everyone could get together for a weekend, and when I had hammered out dates, I packed up my car, and drove the six hundred miles back to my childhood home.

In the passenger’s seat, was my set of Harry Potter books.

Excluding my trans friend, there were seven of us. I had made a plan, and my father had the space to enact it - I grew up on acres of land; complete with 200 year old oak tree, creek in the woods in the backyard, and a massive fire pit.

Nostalgia and youth, I find, paint everything with a rose tinted hue; if Rowling had just kept her mouth shut, I’m sure many of us would have looked back on the Harry Potter series with some amount of shame. But I don’t think it would have suffered the sort of fall from grace that led us to this point.

The fire pit is important for several reasons. For example, it had been the popular gathering place for my friend group of literal decades at this point. Small towns mean that you know everyone from a very early age. We lived right beside the woods, so we used the fire pit to burn the leaves, and the branches storms took down, of which there were many. And when the first six of my friends rolled down the half mile driveway that day, I had already collect enough wood to get a decent fire going.

Six of my friends. We told the seventh a later time. We wanted to be prepared, and anyway, we all had the same cargo (six sets of seven books joined mine on a rickety folding table). I put them to work collecting more firewood (is it really a good bonfire if you’re not risking setting the barn on fire?).

By the time our last member rolled up, I had a fire going.

She had her set of those damn books too.

(There is a visceral grief that comes from being let down by your childhood heroes, and I fully believe that That Bitch Rowling embodies the phrase “never meet your heroes,” because folks, as a general rule, I am not a fan of burning books. But I was prepared to make an exception.)

We burned our copies of the Harry Potter books that day, all eight of us. They were well read, beaten to hell and back, with cracked spines, and dents in corners, and pieces of the pages missing where we had bent down the corners one too many times. And I won’t lie to anyone. We cried. Tears of sorrow and rage, for the piece of our childhood that we were choosing to give up, because to keep it would be to disrespect the woman we had known and loved for longer than we’d ever had those books.

Letting go sucked. But it was the right thing to do.

When they were gone, we put out the fire, went inside, and built the pillow fort of our dreams. We marathoned Star Wars, and ordered too many pizzas, and had way too much soda. We fell asleep playing Risk, because that’s what our friend choose, and in the morning, I made waffles with chocolate chips and too much maple syrup.

I wanted to talk about this, not just because this is a fond memory for me (even though it is), but because one of my coworkers confessed to me that they hated Rowling, and everything she stood for, and they refused to have anything else to do with the Harry Potter franchise, but they just couldn’t bring themselves to get rid of the books.

I said I was happy to host another book burning.

But I wanted to write this down because I know that sometimes it’s hard to take that final step, to leave behind that last thing. So for anyone who needs to hear it, it’s okay to grieve the things we loose when we grow up. Letting go can be hard, but I promise you’ll end up better off. It’s been awhile since things really went downhill, but I maintain that, in this case, death of the author is nonexistent, and it is better to have loved and then lost, than to hold on too tight.

Don’t hurt yourself on the shattered remains of your childhood magic.