#so many sticky notes

[karmacomesaround]

@intotheelliwoods uhh I’ve been wanting to draw ur sillies :3

[lostwanderer42]

Spent my night being insane how are yall

[toastedatlas]

anbu

[duskosreadinglist]

The Regency Revolution

By Robert Morrison

(No quotes for this one, mainly because the most striking quotes are ones he’s quoted from others)

A very interesting book giving a broad-but-detailed overview of a range of topics relating to the Regency period. While his book is separated into very broad aspects of the Regency, Morrison puts enough small details in to fill in the blanks and provide a decent background of important topics of the time. Personally, I’ve used it as an introduction to that time period, and have picked out people, events, and topics of interest within each of the chapters. The Regency Revolution is well written, well researched, and never boring. It’s a wonderful overview of the early 1800’s and how they have impacted societal development since. 

I’ve got so many sticky notes sticking out of this poor book tagging topics that I want to look into further – from the Quaker woman who revolutionized the female prison system, to the cases against homosexuality and lesbianism; the background, contents and impacts of various pieces of literature from Shelley (x2) and Byron to Belzoni and Morrison; the development of Regency Park… this book is just a perfect introduction to the revolutionaries of the Regency, and leaves you wanting to know so much more. 

If you want to know some of the more interesting side of nineteenth century Britain, I’d definitely give this book a go

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[seepingfrommyskin]

rip your heart out.

[fuckinart]

average day in amity park

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

"If PD-MDZS drew He Xuan, would he be a Man or a Fish?"

[blackvelvetcorvid]

Only the best girlboss ever

Bonus

I imagine her mildly disgruntled

[justafewberries]

You're one of my favorite hunger games analysts, so I have to ask: What is the significance of the porcupine scene in SOTR? For me, I was never bored reading the book except for that scene. I hate the porcupine scene. I'm hoping you'll help me come to some more intelligent conclusions

First of all, thank you, you’re one of my favorite hunger games artists, and I’m SO glad you asked. I’ve been meaning to post about this since I first read the scene. 

The porcupine scene is a metaphor for the infighting of the districts, and how their hatred is orchestrated by the Capitol’s intentional starvation. It all comes down to how they lured the porcupine away with olives.

First, let’s talk about the characterization of the porcupine. Collins compares the porcupine’s noise to a baby’s cry, and the way it shakes to a toddler’s tantrum. We are primed, before we even reach the scene, to expect a child. When we arrive, we find it isn’t a human, but a porcupine with “rows of pure gold, silver, and bronze quills”. 

The people at the scene are Buck (D10), Chicory (D11), Hull (D11), and now Maysilee and Haymitch (D12). These tributes represent some of the poorest districts, some of whom may have never even dreamed of seeing that much luxury in one place.

Now, let’s return to the quills. The fine metals likely derived from District 1, as they produce luxury items. Juxtapose that with the poorest districts, and we have a metaphor for Panem. The porcupine is a representation of the better off districts. It has wealth, it has the fine metals and its quills, but what doesn’t it have? Food. Just like the rest of them. 

It stops fighting when it has food. Panem, the districts, would stop fighting and unify if they had food, too. Instead, a mutt programmed to kill the tributes, and districts programmed to hate each other, all fight, when the starvation comes from the top down. 

(But Haymitch doesn't throw just any food. He throws olives. Olives represent wisdom, resilience, and covenant. He throws an olive branch!)

It’s a metaphor for the idea the districts are only fighting because they don’t have enough. Once they have food, they’ll be “the porcupine crashing through the trees like a dog after a bone”. But they will never have enough unless they turn towards the Capitol, not each other.

It’s telling that Hull, who comes from a farming district, attempts to down the porcupine with a pitchfork. A pitchfork is used to harvest food, but now, instead of using it as intended, he must use it as a weapon. He has turned arms against the porcupine. A pitchfork buried in someone’s neck cannot harvest a field.

This metaphor extends to the fact the filmmakers didn’t show how it truly happened in the recap. They don’t show them drawing off the porcupine with food, it just “wanders off”. It would introduce the idea that the districts, like the mutt, are just hungry, too. They’re not programmed to kill, or programmed to hate the “better off” districts because of true hatred. They’re all just deprived of their needs.

Everyone is lacking the same thing, whether they mine coal or gold, they are just as hungry as the others. Sure, some districts have better fed kids, but it’s a perpetuating cycle. The more you win, the better fed your district kids are. The goal of the games is to win. The prize? Food. It all comes back to food.

The illusion of hatred is thwarted by the remedy of basal needs.

In fact, fighting the porcupine hurts him just as much. The porcupine only launches quills toward him after he throws the ax. He attacked first. And when it happens, they both get hurt. So much so that Haymitch loses pieces of himself: 

“Tiny bits of my flesh cling to the barbed end, leaving a raw, stinging wound.”

The districts hating each other weakens their overall power. They lose pieces of themselves. There cannot be many against the few until they recognize fighting each other is fruitless. 

To continue this thought, Haymitch defines the porcupine as a beast based on two characteristics: 

“It might have been crossed with [a bear] in the lab, given its claws and teeth.��� 

After the arena, interestingly, Haymitch describes himself similarly:

“Somewhere in the last few weeks, my nails have turned to claws, my hair to fur. I’ve killed multiple times and preserved no life but my own. I left a simple district piglet and returned as the murderous beast that they always suspected lay in wait.”

He has developed the same claws as the porcupine. He has become a beast, a mutt, and forced to kill through his own starvation. Despite it all, he still fed others. He tried to feed Lou Lou and Wellie. He fed Maysilee, and they tried to get the antidote into Hull, because “maybe someone so young and strong and deserving of life as Hull might find his way back to it.”

Haymitch and the porcupine are beasts by the same master. They are starved, deprived, and tortured. It is only when he realizes that maybe the baby-crying, toddler-tantruming beast might be hungry too that he finds a way out through an olive branch.

(Side note and fun little call back, they tear a branch off of the tree to try to flip the porcupine, and before the games, Wiress mentions the value of a “pointed stick” if it comes to being the only weapon they can source (sotr, 99). So that’s a neat ode to her.)

[a-resplendent-mushroom]

been getting into bnha as of late

[bettyblixen11]

Doodle dump

[pianokantzart]

Actually foaming at the mouth about not being allowed to get a good, clear look at Mario and Luigi's cork board

[cybrrspidrr]

What a season am i right (only 3 episodes in)

[cosmo-craftin]

The triangle has taken over my brain and demanded I make a 4 layer art piece :,)

layered together and rearranged

I was really inspired by the idea of bill fresh out of his home dimension and filled with wonder of the universe’s beauty but still so hurt from past.

It’s bittersweet and won’t last long hence the eyes, clock and compass symbols.

I used little color as he often makes color disappear around him. Used blue as it is the color of his power and like how it pops against his colors.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Not me literally feeling sad bc I have to go somewhere for the next few hours but I wanna be home studying