#this one can go in

[schleckermaul]

i'm not gonna directly answer the rest of the asks for the canon questionare, because they're now repeating too much for my ocd to allow me to clutter my blog, but! people asked for the last question a bunch of times, so i'll put a few options here.

which song do you feel describes your character the most and why?

this will end by the oh hellos

no, i am not afraid to die. it's every breath that comes before. heartache, i've heard, is part of life, and i have broken more and more. but i can hope how this will end, with every line a comedy. (...) i can see how this will end, in all its bitter tragedy.

stray italian greyhound by vienna teng

oh no, not now. please, not now. i just settled into the glass half empty, made myself at home. (...) god, i just want to lay down. these colors make my eyes hurt, this feeling calls for everything that i am not— i’m not that kind. (...) so what do i do with this? what do i do with a love that won't sit still?

what's wrong by half•alive (flash warning for the video link)

started with the right intentions, but left 'em on the shelf. so tell me how to live in tension, 'cause every "could've-been" kills when living here has been hell. (...) i can't afford the truth, even if it's unjust. keep it top-shelf, keep it all locked up. so yippee ki-yay, it's not my blood, but, every single day, it calls my bluff. it's not okay, then it ain't quite done, then it ain't quite done, no. the time's always right to fix what's wrong.

these speak for themselves, i think. i went with the more somber ones, rather than the energetic clown persona ones. to give you a taste of those, though:

sweet tooth by scott helman

i hold hands with cosmic entities, i'll take this tube out if i please. i got this sweet tooth, baby, yeah, i got this sweet tooth, baby. i exploit my opportunities, some broken hearts, numb cavities. i got this sweet tooth, baby. (...) when will they realize guy with the crazy eyes never had an invite?

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[koroart]

I put way too much effort into this ( based on this meme, it wouldn’t leave me alone until it was drawn — I am freee )

[martyrbat]

hate when a batman artist isn't committed to bruce's lame bat schtick... give that man a bat insignia on the bottom of his boots rn

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[toboldlymuppet]

the empress ✨

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[pien-art]

make what you love, do what you love :) filet crochet 50 x 37 cm prints available here dyke version here

[milesofstars]

dont worry about it jason...

[sanjiafterhours]

Honestly, no one is doing it like Vinsmoke Sanji. He's royalty. He's homeless. He's a convicted criminal. He is a damsel in distress. He's a knight in shining armor. He takes down the Government at 10 am then makes a Bouchée à la reine from scratch at 11. He has the empathy of a buddhist monk in the Himalayas. He will beat up a 90 year old. He has never given a fuck, he cant sleep at night cz of how much he cares. He is a ballerina. He sets his legs on fire. He is a slut. He is a virgin. He is a feminist He is a pervert. He's a fashion icon. He wears Alexander McQueen suits to the beach. He has never known happiness. God has personal beef with him.

[skunkes]

did anyone post this here yet bc literalmente

[lazylittledragon]

dndads s1 you're so special to me

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:

15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.

None of the hijackers were from Iraq.

None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.

None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.

[thatwavephenomenon]

me: i sure hope the crows are not gonna be solely depicted in veilguard as a brave force who 'fight for all' when they are at their core a criminal organization who is known to buy children to indoctrinate them and turn them into assassins, by putting them in overcrowded warehouses and making them fight for scrapes in order not to starve, to later torture those who reach adulthood to finish their initiations and kill them anyways if they dare to try getting out

bioware: i cooka da pizza