it has been a while since i drew tattletale so i wanted to draw her again in my updated style :+D

that's just half of HLVRAI fans

People tend to throw out the phrase "extremely specific kinks" as though that inherently implies something transgressive, but in my experience, the overwhelming majority of extremely specific kinks are so innocuous that you could see them in public and not even clock them. For every person who can only get off to having their nipples electrocuted, there are a dozen who are volcanically aroused by seeing their partner wearing one specific pair of socks.

man what

man what

i'm imagining the animatic against my will

there's a song called "cutting ties" on this playlist

they should give awards for being that bad at talking to people

as a fan of written conversations so supremely awkward it causes secondhand mortification in the reader, i have to say this batman fanfic is pretty good

tried to draw the he ate without youtube bit but i realized that i couldn't find a way to draw cornrows without making them look like double d's hat from ed edd n eddy so like scratch that

as a fan of written conversations so supremely awkward it causes secondhand mortification in the reader, i have to say this batman fanfic is pretty good

i actually am mad that the sun sets so late now because i don't think it should be light out when it's still 8pm. it convinces you that you have plany off time when in fact you don't have plany off time at all and it's still 8pm. i think it should get dark at precisely 6:20pm every single day

free my girl she did all that shit but the fandom is mischaracterizing her for it

the skittterrrrr

do you think jack slash and jeff the killer would kiss?

Thinking again about how, in a very real way, the job of superheroes in the worm universe is just to die. They’re valued and, indeed, tolerated because of this unspoken assumption that they’re going to throw themselves into the meatgrinder and buy the normies a few more years unmurdered, be that by Endbringers, The Slaughterhouse 9 or other superpowered spree-shooters, or by supervillains who decide to go full feudal warlord or Nilbog-style God-king. It’s a situation where some of the most vulnerable people in earth bet society are being taken from a place of extreme trauma and then simultaneously venerated and marched to their deaths, with the brutality of what the government is pitting children against played down so that the public can sleep easy. 

The whole situation with the Wards always hit like the Hunger Games to me, where you’re sinking this huge budget into making larger-than-life idols of the kids, making sure everyone knows their names, and then memory-holing the ones who predictably die in short order so that the machine can keep running smoothly without public discontent. And, again, I gotta stress that it’s not nearly as inherently evil in my view- you’re sending those kids to deal with all-hands-on-deck situations that they specifically are genuinely needed for- but even if you accept that it’s necessary, the utilitarian calculus is made behind closed doors, and nobody ever reckons with it, nobody ever publicly faces down the tradeoff being made, nobody ever looks it in the eye and says, “yeah, we’re comfortable sacrificing the few for the many.” They dress it up in a costume and parade it around like a sports team and sweep the ugliness under the rug.

Thinking about Vista thinks about the subdued, greyed out memorial posters of Aegis and Gallant, wondering how long until it’s her. Thinking about Victoria, inculcated into heroism as a lifestyle, privately ideating on at least getting to die heroically instead of anticlimactically like her aunt. Thinking about that Short story Wildbow wrote about the child of a hero who’s less angry about the gangsters who killed his mother than he is about how quickly the local protectorate redid all the branding to de-emphasize her, because a brutal execution is bad publicity. Thinking about Bastion, whose bright idea to rehab his image in the face of racism allegations is to sacrifice himself. Thinking about how Yamada fights uphill to accomplish something useful with the half-assed, fig-leaf therapy process provided to the Wards, fundamentally unable to get around the core issue that her patients are child superheroes, having no real answer to Vista’s ultimately-correct core assertion that everyone she loves is probably going to die, and only being able to offer a mindset that’ll make that everyone-dying process suck less. It’s not the kind of superhero setting where death is cheap, but Jesus, human life sure is.