#yall just up and left

[btrzfreitas]

sometimes i wish i was really rude and just straight out asked people "are you simple?"

because why in the hell are you making people sad about luke not receiving the recognition he deserves about a petty fanwar????? and not only fanwar but actually putting these two, who so often expressed how dear they are to each other, against one another?

please, all DO hail nicola! she's a goddess, she's the moment, an icon, a legend... WE'VE BEEN KNOWN!!!!!!!! of course she deserves everything she's getting, no one is saying otherwise

and idk maybe i'm on the right side of the algorithm (that would be a first) so i never saw anyone making nic's so well deserved individual accomplishments (time100, emmys, kate spade campaign etc) about luke

but when we're talking about acting recognition in bridgerton specifically, yk, something they both did, of course we would want luke to be recognized by his marvelous work too (not more, not in spite, but as well), not bc everything they do must count the other, BUT BC THEY WORKED IN IT TOGETHER FFS

and this is not comparing them, bc, as so many had said, it's obvious they don't compete in the same category, so it's even more of a reason to hype them both up

anyway, here's wishing for nic to receive her well deserved nomination 🥂

[rainscenes]

Every day, you heal a little bit more. Then one morning, you wake up and losing her isn't the first thing you think about.

BOBBY NASH and EDDIE DIAZ for @wernerherzogs

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bonus 8: How met your mother (CSSR design by @qourmet!)

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[cloud-ya]

Sega managed to give Shadow wings AU before I could

[ricky-mortis]

I love playing dress up with the blorbo

[butchbird-art]

Yeah, last night's mascara's such a wonderful thing

It's as dark as my heart, yet it's sparkling

. . .

I'm rubbing it off like it's a memory of you

Oh, would you look at me now? (Would you look at me, would you look at me?)

. . .

Oh, and Sunday morning, got me looking crazy

I'm on my knees at the altar, baby

Asking God to wash you from my soul

———————

Heard this song and the brainrot is so real I couldn’t stop thinking of Harrow and griddlehark and I just had to draw her

[bloodyfries]

Look, SY wife-beaming everyone is amazing and all but how about him just Mom-beaming everyone. I don't mean both, I mean just becoming a mother figure to random people/people he barely knows, no romantic feelings (at least in most cases).

He probably feels like it isn't much but I can definitely see him comforting his fellow sect members/peak lords and it actually sticks with them. I especially imagine it for (platonic) cumplane, EX:

Sqh: it's my fault... everyone's suffering is all my fault. How can I even face anyone... I'm a terrible person

Sqq: Tolkien is scum

Sqh: What?! No, what are you talking about it? How is that even relevant???

Sqq: Shakespeare too

Sqh: I- I mean I guess I could believe that- wait! No, answer my questions! What are you talking about?

Sqq: Really most authors are

Sqh: Hey! What's that supposed to mean?

Sqq: Well according to your logic

Sqh: I didn't say any of that

Sqq: You're blaming yourself just for writing tragedy

Sqh: Yeah, but mines real

Sqq: Who's to say any other authors works aren't real?

Sqh: I... I mean I guess but-

Sqq: You were just writing, you weren't meaning to hurt anyone. This never was supposed to be real. Its not something you have the weight in to prosecute yourself. You just wrote fiction and if that's so wrong then everyone who ever wrote any form of tragedy are terrible scum. That's not something you get to be the judge of.

Sqh: bro...

And then sqq just freaking leaves to go do something

[royaltea000]

- Sanzang <3

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[hijinxinprogress]

Billy definitely thinks about random things during fights and decides the internet needs to know immediately

[sad-leon]

TW!! Suicide Attempt, Self Harm, Implied Eating Disorder

i forgor the colour behind the dialogue but im too tired to add it now

im so tired and theres no resolution because nothing i can make will make me feel better. i Know my friends love me and think my life is worth living, but when it gets bad it gets Bad and theres nothing to do but pick up the peices

[vanityangel]

Acknowledge me. Love me.

[zehl0w]

Happy birthday my baby boy my present to you is my first ever fully finished comic

[daily-grian]

get in the hydraulic press boy

[naggingatlas]

'thats not his role in the story!' hm i wonder what the point of it is then. hm i wonder what the dead pixel scene means. hm i wonder what wrong organ are trying to say with the context of 'awesome male friendship' and 'corporate hell where the only woman onboard is constantly under ridicule, abused or forcibly forgotten yet is the catalyst' if not this. hm i wonder how curly's physical agony being a direct parallel to anya's mental agony, stripped of voice, agency, just like her, and being forced to watch what happens while not doing jack shit, just like he used to, plays a part in this. i wonder what the moral of him being the final girl says about living with the consequences of your inaction, because of sentimentality, because of status, career and social. hm i wonder whatever the fuck this game was trying to say. hm i wonder what else is on this person's blog Oh Lord there's yaoi penice.

[shokveyv]

shut up