#so don't judge it TOO harshly

[argothiathedreamer]

that feeling when your self imposed deadline for a fic is tomorrow and you've got like a full 3rd of a chapter left to write let alone edit.

[dei-lab-assistant]

Ethoslab Vampire Hunter AU

Reader-Insert version can be read here. Anyway, I hope you can enjoy this little 924 word fic! _____ “You’re up late.”

She looked up from her work maintaining the chapel’s pews. “Etho!” He looked tired, green and black clothes splattered with dark stains, cloak hanging off his body in ripped shreds, and reddish brown smeared all over his bare hand and forearm. 

Adjusting the mask covering the lower half of his face, he smiled with his eyes. “Sister.” Like all her friends, he called her by her title rather than her name—just as she preferred. As far as she was concerned, Sister was her name, not the pretentious mouthful assigned to her by the Church when she came here years ago. Hiding her identity was a drag, although preferable to being claimed by the powerful vampire queen who had marked her as a child.

“I take from the bloodstains all over your clothes, your hunt was successful?” Tossing her screwdriver onto the wooden pew beside where she was crouched, she leaned back to get a better look at her friend; it seemed none of the blood was his this time. Good.

He laughed, almost sounding embarrassed. “It doesn’t feel successful.”

“Rough kill?” She threw her long hair back over her shoulder, keeping it out of the way as she returned to work.

Running a blood smeared hand through his white hair, Etho’s mood darkened. “Even when I know my target has lived for over sixty years, and killed seventeen innocents, it’s not easy to drive a stake through the heart of a creature who looks like a ten year old girl…”

“The abbess always says you’re too kind for this work.” Picking up the screwdriver, she gave it a little flip in the air, catching it neatly. Gently running her left hand over the pile of screws, she grouped them as she counted in her head. 

Etho walked towards her. “Uh huhh. It’s hard to tell when she sends me out every week to kill monsters.” Sighing, he squeezed past her kneeling body to tiredly sink down onto the pew. “I shouldn’t have specialized in vampires.”

“Etho, don’t sit—!”

Splintering wood and the crash of ancient planks smacking beautiful tilework flooring interrupted her warning, as the pew gave way beneath him. “Ohhhhh.” He sounded pathetic as he lay on his back on the floor, gazing up at the decorative ceiling and gripping the pocket watch hanging from his belt. While she knew Etho must be a fierce and capable warrior, Sister found such an image hard to combine with the slightly hapless and very nice guy she had befriended over the years.

She groaned. “I had removed most of the screws attaching the seat to the end of the pew, so I could replace them with slightly wider screws, ‘cause the whole thing’s been getting loose, and had already been jury rigged before I ever came here…”

“Sorey.” His accent always came through when he apologized. “I’ll explain to the abbess it was my fault.”  

“Thanks.” Leaning back against the chapel wall, Sister mulled over how long it would take her to fix the pew, assuming she had the skill to properly fix something so old, delicate, and ornate—which she doubted.

“And speaking of the abbess, I got permission to take you with me on my next assignment.”

“Really?” At his words, all exasperation fled her body. Usually she was forbidden from leaving the abbey, on account of the mark on the back of her left hand. “Why?”

“You’re good at clerical work, right, Sister?”

She nodded eagerly as he continued.

“My target tonight had quite a library, and chests of saved correspondence. I needed someone to help me catalog all of it tomorrow, and since they made the mistake of letting me choose my own assistant…I chose you.” Propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes crinkled in a smile. “You do want to see more of the world, right? I don’t know why the abbess always keeps you cooped up in the church compound, but I figure I ought to show my friend a bit of the outside world if I can.”

Without thinking, Sister gripped the back of her left hand, imagining the green symbol on the other side of her half finger glove. “I’d love that.” 

Rising from the rather destroyed pew, which now littered the floor, Etho stretched. “I need to wash up. Wouldn’t want to talk to the abbess looking like this.” He pointed at her. “Now go get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.”

“You’re going to talk to the abbess now?”

“Some of us aren’t night owls by choice, Sister.” Etho laughed. “If I have to work this late, she can wake up to talk to me in the middle of the night from time to time.”

Grateful for his friendship, and this opportunity to leave the abbey, Sister wanted to hug the lanky man before her, but decorum held her back. The last thing she had ever wanted was rumors of being romantically involved with anyone, and years of practicing such thinking left little room for nebulous gestures like hugs—no matter how platonically she intended them. “Hm, you’ve always had fun being a bit of a pain.”

“Just doing my job.” His smile shone through in his voice as she packed up her toolbox.

“See you tomorrow, Etho.”

With a jaunty little wave, he strode off, leaving her to wonder what the next day held.

[finnsrightarm]

"I think the reason I don't want a new look is because I'm finally happy with who I see in the mirror right now. So what ever I put on, I just want to be able to see the same me looking back."

reposting the animatic i made for that one contest bc of the quality

[anistarrose]

TAZ Balance AU where everything is the same except Kravitz is a normal mortal who happens to be a vaguely noir detective, (attempting and failing to be) very grim and serious as he tracks down missing persons' cases that lead him to three mysterious strangers... and meanwhile, Angus is still a 10 year old, but specifically an immortal 10 year old who also happens to be the Grim Reaper.

[theaprilcot]

The world in your hands

[whovianofmidgard]

Day 5: Curufinwë

for @feanorianweek, also available on Ao3

Carnistir was getting annoyed with Curufinwë's staring. Just because they were the two youngest, it didn't mean he wanted to play with a toddler who was only talking in in monosyllabic words. Carnistir preferred to play alone, and he was busy with his project besides.  

Knit, purl, knit, purl, he counted the row of the scarf he was working on, the child sized knitting needles click-clacking with each new stitch added. Concentrating on the knitting would be even easier if he wasn't under the intense scrutiny of his baby brother.  

At least Curufinwë was being quiet. If Carnistir had to be forced to endure a racket on top of the staring, he would have lost his temper a good while ago.  

"Wrong!"  

Carnistir flinched, instantly losing count as soon as Curufinwë piped up.  

"Wrong? What's wrong?" Carnistir snapped, a little too harshly.  

The toddler simply ignored his tone however and insistently pointed at the unfinished scarf.  

"Wrong," he merely repeated.  

Carnistir's face was beginning to turn a furious red as his annoyance grew.  

"Yes, you already said that! What's wrong?!"  

Perhaps it was a bit unfair of him to speak so stiffly with him, Curufinwë was still a baby after all who hadn't even mastered full sentences yet. But Carnistir was also just a child, and he did not possess the insight to not argue with literal babies.  

Curufinwë's little face scrunched up in a frown, a strange copy of Fëanáro's disapproving look. He kept pointing at the scarf, and after a few false starts, he finally said, "Number! Wrong!"  

Well... That was certainly the longest word he had ever said. And it was almost a sentence too.  

Carnistir looked down at his knitting, carefully counting the rows, and then he found it. Curufinwë was right, there was a mistake indeed. The row he was on had less stitches than there should be.  

"I've dropped a stitch..." Carnistir huffed. Then carefully, giving all his attention to the mistake, he got the loose bit of yarn back on the needle and with intense precision fixed it.  

"Thanks, Curvo," he muttered begrudgingly.  

Curufinwë nodded as his sign of accepting the thanks, then went back to staring at the scarf. Carnistir wandered if staring was the accurate word to use, since it seemed he was keeping perfect count of all the stitches.  

Perhaps his little brother's presence wasn't so annoying.

[barbieaiden]

2. Aiden: [Deep breath]

3. Aiden: Fuck.

4. Sam: For future reference, please, please, use butter. You're ruining my pans.

Aiden: Ooooh. That's why it ended up like this.

Sam: How—How did you forget?

Aiden: I mean, you should be impressed I even made something semi-edible.

Sam: ...sure.

5. Aiden: You slept longer than usual.

Sam: A whole six hours.

Aiden: That must be a record.

6. Sam: You shouldn't have done this. I can make my own breakfast.

Aiden: Well, I wanted to do it for you.

Sam: Yes, but—

Aiden: Making breakfast isn't going to kill me, I promise. If the doctor people say it's fine, it probably is.

7. Sam: But if you're also going to work... I just don't think you should overexert yourself.

Aiden: Making half-assed breakfast was not that strenuous.

Sam: You're serving me "half-assed breakfast"?

8. Aiden: Well, I mean, the bread is really dry, the pancakes are rubbery, and the coffee is probably bitter, but it was made with love. Enjoy.

Sam: Shut up, Aiden. It's perfect.

Aiden: You're so cute when you lie straight to my face.

9. Sam: I mean it. The pancakes aren't nearly as rubbery as they look.

Aiden: So I'm pretty much a professional chef now.

Sam: I wouldn't go that far.

10. Aiden: Did you sleep well?

Sam: Sort of. Are you sure you're able to work?

Aiden: I feel fine, really. Worst case scenario I'll go to the ER and Jordan will take care of me.

Sam: Comforting.

11. Aiden: I feel fine. Really. I'd tell you if I weren't.

Sam: Would you?

Aiden: Yeah. For sure.

Sam: Mhm.

12. Aiden: Seriously, I feel so trapped, you know? I'm going to lose my mind if I don't get to actually do things again. Not that I mind hanging out with you 24/7, but I'd like to go outside too. Breathe real air.

Sam: I understand.

13. Sam: Are you leaving already?

Aiden: Sorry. I'll go grocery shopping on my way home, do you need anything?

Sam: Didn't I just tell you to not overexert yourself?

14.

Aiden: You know what, just text me a list of everything you need.

Sam: Aiden...

15.

Aiden: Have a good day I'll see you late love you byyyyyye.

16.

Sam: I love you too.

[skels-pixel-art]

happy tdov from everyone's favourite t4t couple

[kindalikerackham]

okayyyyy fine (I say to the maybe 3 people interested) I'll talk about Dr. Tanaka, and the show's (Bones 2005) response to them

[disclaimer: my perspective is someone late 20s, white, & nonbinary, as well as biased to see the good in this show. I may not have the same perspective on these examples as someone else]

[also I wrote this for fun! so it's not like an airtight argument or anything]

so.. I wasn't surprised by the team's reaction to a person who doesn't conform to gendered standards (obsession with figuring out if they were really a man or a woman, culminating in a hug just to feel their chest), for 2 main reasons:

I. Bones is a show about awkward (usually contextually privileged) people with good hearts, and it expresses this core sentiment over and over again using microaggressions:

The little person from the State Department (Alex Radziwill) is called a midget, and Bones ignorantly accosts him about how he approaches his job. It's done in the context of Booth and Bones reacting weirdly to him. By her saying ignorant things that force Booth to confront his own weirdness, they eventually reach an equilibrium with Radziwill, where they treat him like a normal contentious coworker. It's really uncomfortable, and Radziwill has to sit through them getting over themselves.

The He in The She. Do I even have to mention more than the episode title? It takes forever for the cast to wrap their heads around Pastor Patricia Stephenson, a woman whose bones suggest a male, but whose anatomy suggests a female!! Oh no! Booth struggles with using her correct pronouns, and many characters flip flops between, often settling on the masculine pronouns. And yet, the show itself gives credence to how Patricia lived the last parts of her life. It finds the beauty and honesty in how she lived, and we get to see that honored. But not necessarily through the characters, especially the main squint squad.

Arastoo Vaziri. This poor man is just a Muslim who works in the lab. Bones expresses disdain for him being visibly religious. Hodgins straight up discriminates against him, tells him to his face that he doesn't like Vaziri because he's Muslim. Vaziri has to actively attempt to bond with Hodgins to overcome this bias. Cam barely steps in here, and ultimately Vaziri has to suffer the ignorance of those around him. He has to push back about his people being associated with bombs, because white people are terrorists too! He brings out a list!

And these are just main plot points. There are definitely other examples of how these characters awkwardly microaggress their peers and civilians.

II. The interpersonal logic of Bones is predicated on gendered relationships

I cannot count the amount of times a character on Bones said "It's a woman thing," or "It's a guy thing," or "Alpha-male." The more socially adept a character is (Booth, Angela, Cam, Hodgins), the more they lean on these constructs for explaining personal relationships and the more they use gendered constructs for what's permissible in their relationships. Brennan, Zach, and other squints are often actively taught what's okay to do based on gendered rules. "She's a woman," Angela says to Zach, who doesn't understand why a girl isn't calling him back. "It's a guy thing," Angela says to Brennan, confused about something Booth is doing. "It's a guy-hug," Booth says, manipulating Bones into accepting comfort by explaining a gendered rule that he's making up.

In an environment so saturated with these rules, the characters have no idea what to do with the interpersonal reactions they have to Dr. Tanaka (as Clark has established, the characters are constantly using their interpersonal lens at work). So, this mystery makes Dr. Tanaka into a site of intrigue. I'd say both Hodgins and Angela interpret this intrigue as attraction, based both on their desire for/interpretation of Dr. Tanaka as a woman or a man, respectively. The surprise/rethinking that occurs after feeling up Dr. Tanaka's chest is consistent with this mystery/intrigue/psychosexual anxiety of not knowing a gender. (To digress a bit, it's reactions in this vein that created the Trans Panic Defense for murdering trans people).

I'm also unsurprised at Sweets. From his defense of Dr. Tanaka presenting as they want to him standing alongside the hug onlookers out of curiosity, he's the part of the show that's looking forward. He's the planted seed for this episode: that people who don't want to share their gender, it's not your business, even if it's hard to resist the part of you that thinks that.

And honestly, I think that's kind of the core to it.

Bones is a show about privileged professional folks who are often ignorant, but it attempts to plant seeds in their moderate liberal audience about cultures and subcultures. It planted the seed that Radziwill (a little person) was just a coworker using his own advantages, and it's important to treat him like you would another coworker. It planted the seed that Patricia (a trans woman) was right to transition and live her fullest life. It planted the seed that Arastoo (a Muslim) is just a coworker, one who has his own religious life, and Hodgins was the one acting irrationally.

Finally, it planted the seed that Dr. Tanaka is just living their life, and the awkward must-know-their-gender drive didn't really mean anything in the end, except for the team feeling weird about it.

[chocolate-sherberries]

rules: without naming them, post a gif of ten of your favorite films, then tag ten people to do the same

tagged by: @sherlockismarvelous9-1-1 , thank you so much for tagging me 🥺💗 And suddenly I forget every movie in existence, anyways - these are a few that are my comfort films at least if not top ten, and they are not in any particular order, make of that what you will -

no pressure tags: @manyaplayers @1stbonesfan @wordytales @missmeryl92 @sad-girl-hours23 @myleonenciso @scottishaccentsareawesome @blackcoldcrackedheart @tevantarlos @bulisen

[asgardian--angels]

things I wish I could relive for the first time again:

that magical window where you finish a new piece of media, having watched/read it all by yourself with no fandom contact whatsoever, and you are just so happy about it, and full of interesting theories and takeaways, and just in love with it as a gorgeous piece of art.

because I swear to god as soon as you join the fandom for anything, you're bombarded with how you're supposed to view characters and their arcs, how you're supposed to morally and ethically judge the plot and the ways it apparently failed to present the right message, and if you don't you'll either be shunned for not sharing the popular headcanons or you'll be harassed for not criticizing the source material enough.

like how is it that the fans of a piece of media are also the ones being the most negative about it? If I like a show or a movie or a book, well, I liked it. That's kind of the point. I'm actually not here to tear it apart and talk about how it didn't live up to standards other people had! I enjoyed it for what it was, and forcing myself to find negative things to say about it doesn't actually bring me more enjoyment of it or reap any benefit to me. Fandom's a double-edged sword; you want to join a community to share your love for a piece of art, and the price you pay for a modicum of joy is a mountain of negativity. that's one main reason that I never engage with fandom until I'm completely done with a show, because if I was plugged into all of that commentary and discourse during the process, I'd be completely colored by how I'm expected to interpret everything this piece of art is presenting to me without being able to even form my own opinions.

[yoinkschief]

If Amy is not in the Sonic 3 Movie I will commit sinister things

[koushuwu]

Kakashi Hatake

*:･ﾟ✧ for @peskyfirefly! happy belated birthday. ily you deserve everything <3

[wanderingmind867]

Helena Wayne and Helena Bertinelli seem incredibly different. And I far prefer Helena Wayne. Helena Wayne is the child of Batman and Catwoman. She's got an interesting life story. Her parents also both end up dying, so she has to fill their shoes as their successor. She's got a lot of interesting stuff in her backstory. Plus, she's got that connection to Power Girl (with them sort of being the female, legacy hero versions of the old world's finest team).

Helena Bertinelli, however…well, she just seems like the female version of The Punisher. Someone who lost everything to the mob, and so now leads violent crusades against the mob. And trust me: a comparison to The Punisher is no compliment. It's decidedly an insult. I'm comparing you to the radical fanatic who shoots first and asks questions later. So you know… it's a bad look. Hence me far preferring one incarnation of The Huntress to the other.

[genocidalfetus]

Consequences Part 1

To Be Continued....

[mydaylight]

I was looking at this picture again and it got me thinking... could that be the Van Rhijn house? 😳 I am 90 % sure the man in the back is Larry, and he's standing next to a woman with reddish hair in a mourning dress. I feel she could be Ada - mostly based on the shape of the hat, which reminds me of the one Cynthia Nixon is wearing in some BTS photos we have seen so far