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My cartoon for this week’s Guardian Books

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i forgot. that edgeworth just quotes the steel samurai in the middle of an argument

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let it never be said that klavier gavin is not the funniest bitch on the planet

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I'd forgotten that the context of the "ferocious love" line is that there is absolutely NO context at all.

Imagine you are Miles Edgeworth joking around with your friends (Kay and Gumshoe) before work (the trial you are prosecuting) . And then, the hot, leather-wearing, badass LARPing as a werewolf-- who has been bullying you non-stop for the past few days-- enters the room loudly proclaiming "Ferocious love blooms with each new Spring."

That is exactly how it happens in canon, and it makes me absolutely insane.

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welcome back to lang and his shirt made out of pure malice

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by Msbhaive

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eddie dispatch era. to me

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did someone say uncle eddie? 💞

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Clara Entwhistle is like if you crossed Mina Harker with an ace attorney weirdgirl assistant and I adore her

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Had to slightly edit and reupload it due to copyright and algorhythm - Hope you enjoy ❤️🤗

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eddie diaz | bite the hand

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A few weeks ago I read a YA book - it doesn't really matter which one exactly -, set in Argentina and Egypt, in the 1880s, and it included a sentence I cannot get out of my head:

[The dress] had a matching parasol, ruffled and useless save for protecting my skin from the sun.

This unassuming sentence, my friends, is one of the stupidest shit I've ever read (I honestly don't know how it slipped past the editor).

On the one hand, like, consider the word itself: parasol. It literally means "to protect against the sun." To say that a parasol is useless save for, you know, protecting you from the sun, is to say something like "a pen is useless save fro writing."

ITS FREAKING PURPOSE IS TO PROTECT YOU FROM THE SUN.

And even that is not useless - a parasol is vital, especially, you know, in Egypt, where 90% of the novel is set. You don't have sunblock in the 1880s, and, vanity put aside... you don't want to end up with a nasty sunburn - hence the parasol. It's not "useless" - it has one specific and very important function - which it fulfills! It doesn't have to do anything else!

And the most infuriating in the whole thing is that you just know that sentences and sentiments like this stem from the misconception that everything women did or wore pre-20th century is the product of the opressive patriarchy and should be condemned. Corsets are yucky. Long skirt are ewww. Parasols are USELESS.

Heaven forbid that all of these things made sense in their given context.

Honestly, I really wanna see some heroines in historical/fantasy books who go, like "no, I feel naked without my corset, it's like my armor" and "you want me to wear pants? I don't know, I'd feel so awkward." And, you know, heroines who thrive in the period specific femininity, instead of trying to dismantle it, because that's so cool.

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It’s late, and it’s dark, and it’s not like Eddie really wants to be standing in the middle of the dusty intersection of two trails in the middle of Topanga State Park at 3AM, but well— He has no other choice. Eddie sets the match to the sigil. The fire catches smooth and slow, following the curve of the circle until the ends meet and the flames go white. Nothing happens, and Eddie stands there, breathing and bleeding and burning, watching the last of his hope slip through his fingers and then— “Edmundo Diaz. Now that's one Hell of a name to conjure with.”

Notes:

Hey y'all, I know I've been on the BuckTommy train lately but here's a quick Buddie AU that sprung into my mind and wouldn't let me work on anything else until I let it have its say. Please enjoy!

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i'm sorry but what in the set design/workplace injury liability nightmare is this

like i know buck is tall but i'm pretty sure that is a trait generally associated with firefighters and he's not like freakishly tall, buildings should accomodate him. how many times do we think probie buck bonked his noggin before he adapted to this???

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earth-1 chimney wakes up in an au where he’s married to the wrong buckley and eddie and maddie are dating. comedy potential unmatched

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the inherent tragedy of eddieana is that ana was the wrong person for eddie specifically because she was willing to be exactly what he was asking for. because what he was asking for wasn’t what he wanted and he resented her for being the perfect woman for a version of eddie diaz that didn’t exist no matter how desperately he wanted him to

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none of gumshoes friends know what dick is short for until like his Actual Wedding where the priest is like

“and do you, dickelsby gumshoe take-”

and u can just hear flower girl Kay say clear as day “What The Fuck”