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mylordshesacactus · 11 months

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“Representation” this, “Disney’s First Gay Character” that, “Queercoded Disney Villain” my eye, Disney had its first gay character in 1942 and y’all better be putting some RESPECT on my boy’s name--

#this man does a limp-wristed little hair twirl every time the young prince is within 50 feet of him #he did not do all that #UNDER THE HAYES CODE #to pretend a lesbian cop in the background for .5 seconds is disney's first queer ANYTHING #hashtag justice for flower

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hiphopcherrrypop · 9 months

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got a fashion photography book so i made them my models ❤👍

ref picsss - these are from 'style on the street from tokyo and beyond' by rei shito ^_^ !!

love the second girls flower tattoos so i wanted to include them.. + i thought they work as being kind of similar to the flowers around finn's tattoo of jake! i do not really think she would wear this LOLL but it's cute and she's my pretty gorgey gorgeous girlfailure so !

and for marshall there were actually several outfits in the book that i wanted to draw him in... so u may see more of him again soon lol....

#fionna and cake #fionna campbell #marshall lee #fionna and cake fanart #adventure time #adventure time fanart #both got me giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair #need 2 draw fionna more i need to figure out how i want to draw her #need to figure out what features i want to give her #or learn to draw in advenutre time style #bc she is cute but idrk if she's rly hitting as fionna for me </3 #marshall w like 50 million piercingsss 😵💞#new ep tonight AUGGHh!!!

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phantoms-world-and-more · 1 year

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Danny running around DC

Danny decided to take a break from the teenage hero life and decides to visit the infinite realms, and stumbles upon DC

He sees that there are heros everywhere, rouge gallerys, magic, creepy billionaires, clones, butt kicking furries and more

So he decides to just go around and not give a fuck

He goes to metropolis and calls superman out for clone abuse and neglect IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT, the villain decides to try and attack danny, but all danny dose is slap them in the face and scold them about manners and not interupting someone and when he's done he goes right back to criticising superman, danny stole his cape too

He showes up in one of Constantine and Zatanna jobs and just starts showing up at random, once he showed up in the house of mysterys and just starts touching cursed things and everyone is shocked when nothing happened

He showes up in star city and made it his mission to steal one of green arrows arrows in front of him, he just walked up grabed (whatever he carries his arrowes in, no idea what the name is) and runs away all while making eye contact, green arrow chased him for an hour before he lost him

Danny showes up in gothem and just starts doing cartwheels on the roofs and whenever a robin showes up he just has a normal conversation but the second batman himself showes up, he starts sassing him, left right and senter, and if batman comes within 5 feet of him danny will yell TAG slaps batman and take off running, still while doing cartwheels, flips and giving dick grayson a run for his money in acrobatics

The best part is danny dosent bother to transform into phantom so its fenton showing up at random

Everyone in the JL are loosing their mind with questions, superman and green arrow want their stuff back, and batman is fighting for adoption rights

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heroesriseandfall · 8 months

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As someone who works with 2-3 year olds this is absolutely the look of parents who know if they put their kid down for 2 seconds (excepting when he’s around that nice acrobat Dick Grayson!) he will run off to see the clowns and be lost forever

Secret Origins Vol. 2 #50

Batman #436 — Batman: Year Three

Batman #441 — A Lonely Place of Dying: Chapter Three

Highlighting the clown part though, literally in two of these panels he is SO delighted and intrigued by a clown. And what disguise was Dick in when Tim found him at the Circus in their second ever meeting?

The New Titans #60 — A Lonely Place of Dying: Chapter Two

…so he DID run off to see a clown the second they weren’t looking. well, that’s what happens when you leave a kid at boarding school 😔 can’t take your eyes off him for even a second.

#the secret origins 50 cameo always gets me. they are so cute 😭 baby Tim does not know what clowns will end up being to him later 😔#they hold him in so many of these flashbacks he is NEVER more than a few feet from them. which is the way to go with a kid this age tbh.#dick grayson #tim drake #batfam #jack drake #janet drake #heroesriseandfall #bonds: I knew it was you #haly’s circus

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chimaerakitten · 5 months

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Around Halloween I saw this post that was like “most canned pumpkin is actually squash so you’ve probably never had a pumpkin pie with real pumpkin” and few posts have ever produced more smug arrogance in me. Get a load of this guy, they haven’t ever accidentally grown a bumper crop of 50 pumpkins in their front yard during a global pandemic and been obligated to eat them in every dessert for a year. Skill issue.

#we’d let two pumpkins from the previous year rot in place and after we turned the soil over #we ended up with over 100 starts #we gave 80% of those away because it was 2020 and the nurseries were running out so people wanted them #and then the remaining plants still grew 50 pumkins in less than 100 square feet of garden #we gave smaller ones to truck or treaters that was how many there were #and bigger ones to family members #and still we had frozen pumpkin for over a year

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cristineroyce · 6 days

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like idk. personally if the ex military buzzcut guy with a dead wife tersely told me that i didn't know what the wasteland was like before the colonial entity he was raised up in got their hands on it and that the ncr was actually "civilizing it" or whatever. and i then pieced together that he had been conditioned by the military he was a part of to mercy kill and is therefore very against that now but also definitely did that to his wife. and he then informed me that i should leave him behind because he was literally incapable of not shooting anyone in certain faction armour indiscriminately. my response would not be to try dating him. even if i did not know about the specific war crimes he'd done yet.

#not tagging bc these are just further thoughts inspired by a papakhan post (a good post!)#but. yeah idk it's interesting #i'm not even a boone hater i'm...... a secret third thing #i think i'm maybe just against romanticizing his bald ass lol #but i think that if one needs to like... soften the ideologies of both participants in a ship #in order for that ship to work at all #that is worthy of note innit #this has me thinking about the bg3 ships i hate LMFAO #i'm like halsin and astarion should not be within 50 feet of each other. stop it. get some help.#it's irksome. i am irked.#i also am fond of many improbable ships but i think that like #they work if one approaches them realistically ig #instead of doing that softening #which. will probably make them fully miserable LMFAO #misery is interesting. i'm not necessarily anti misery.#i mean i don't /always/ want to witness the misery but.

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anglerflsh · 6 months

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Grave mistake of telling my mother about the little prize I got at the human rights cafè so now it's all "you have the rethorical skills... you just need to figure out what to study in life.... someone with your talent.." someone with my talent, mother dearest, will spend their life in a dingy old dark and dusty archive putting documents in place. Okay. Why would I go into politics when there are all these archives I could be manager of

#[.txt]#to hell with 'you have the rethoricak skills of a politician' yeah and ill use it to gaslight archival employees. as is my right to do #also Rich coming from someone who disagrees with me on all my political values?? you do NOT want me to be in power #im killing the first person that says this is jonahmagnus behaviour btw </3 keep him 50 feet away from me at all times #complaining tag

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nevertheless-moving · 2 months

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Scene from stormlight au 27, oathbringer to way of kings time travel au

“They didn’t bring their own bridges. They’re doing the tower assault with Sadeas,” Kaladin said in disbelief.

“So much for the Blackthorn’s honor, huh,” Moash said, sneering.

“That, and Sadeas is going to betray them,” Kaladin hissed, moving them further from the ears of passing soldiers. “He’s leading the entire Kholin army into a trap.”

Moash’s eyes widened, turning to watch rank upon rank of blue uniformed soldier march across Sadeas’s bridges.

“Then, this is the battle, the one where we…” Moash trailed off uncomfortably.

The men seemed to have largely decided that remembering a future wasn’t the same as predicting. Still it made them significantly more uncomfortable than the frantic radiant training in the chasms. He could hardly blame them, it made Kaladin uncomfortable too.

“It’s happening same as you remember?” Teft asked under his breath.

“Almost the same.” Kaladin grit his teeth. “It seems that since…El wasn’t able to convince Dalinar to change his plans, the idiot decided to come along for some storming reason.” He nodded at the figure in golden shardplate, massive shard hammer stapped to his back, nearby gold and blue standard waving in the wind.

“I think he gave up his blade,” Syl said, hand up in a humanlike gesture to shield her eyes from the sun. “It’s hard to tell from here, but…I don’t think he’s bonded with one anymore.

Moash froze. “Wait…the highranked lighteye who your friend replaced…El is King Elhokar?”

“I promised him I wouldn’t…” Kaladin shifted uncomfortably.

Moash grabbed his shoulders, leaning in close. “Kal, are you telling me King Elhokar is dead?”

“I -“ Memories of a palace floor, red with blood and light through crystal. Moash, spear in hand, those he swore to protect, killing eachother -

“I watched him die,” Kaladin whispered after a long pause, not meeting Moash’s eyes. “Please Moash, don’t ask me about this, not now.”

Syl tsked in disapproval, but didn’t say anything.

Moash let him go, stumbling back, watching the golden armor with an unfathomable expression. Kaladin wanted to say more, but didn't know what, and Matal was shouting at them to lift bridges.

At the next stop, he had word spread around that this was it.

“If things happen the same…”

He considered trying to reach Dalinar. If he revealed himself, flew over - but no. It was like Elhokar said. Dalinar was convinced that the Almighty himself had told him to trust Saddeus.

He could perhaps claim to be a messenger from the Heralds, explaining the vision? The radiance would help, Elhokar might back him up.

But even if the idea didn’t tie his stomach in knots, what if he ended up causing an outright civil war with his accusations? Tens of thousands could die before any desolation hit. Perhaps the King’s presence would be enough to give Sadeas hesitation in his treachery, but somehow Kaladin doubted it.

No wonder knowledge of the future is forbidden, he thought anxiously as they ran across another plateau.

“It’s not the same,” Syl whispered in his head, not showing herself, perhaps dancing in the air above the bridge. “I still don’t understand what happened, but this isn’t telling the future, not the way that’s forbidden.”

The men muttered softly amongst each other. A handful of the squires might manage a wobbling escape through the air, but they didn’t have enough stormlight between all of them to get away. They would have to bring the bridge, which would mean waiting until after the battle, a few of them flying back to rescue the wounded afterwards.

“The men are in agreement,” Sigzil said quietly. “If your friend is unable to stop Sadeas’s betrayal, then we will protect them.”

Kaladin’s heart swelled with pride as he looked over the men, meeting each man’s eyes and receiving a quiet nod from each in turn.

“They know there’s no guarantees? No certain reward? That they might be throwing away a much more sure chance at freedom for death?”

“They know,” Sigzil replied.

“We’ll still have to march with the retreat,” Kaladin said. “If we just stay there then we’ll be cut down, either by the Parshendi or by our own army. Probably both. If we can fake a few injuries during the initial charge, or temporarily avoid healing any that me or the squires get, it will help our case when we fall behind. Tell the rest of the squires to try and save their stormlight, if they can.”

A dozen more plateaus, a dozen more hushed conversations. At one point Kaladin turned to look at the Kholin army, only to find the King already staring at him. He felt a confused buzz of panic intermixed with relief run through him as they made eye contact for a moment.

I’m not alone in this. But my backup is Elhokar - how am I going to protect him - he’s probably the safest man on this battlefield, a Radiant in Shardplate with a full Kingsguard - he might be able to get the army to cut through to the landing sooner, reduce the casualties - another Shardbarer would help with that anyway - I can’t believe this is the best he could do - I absolutely can - surely he could at least change the battle tactics - but that would require strongarming Dalinar and Sadeas -“

He saw Sadeas ride up next to the King at multiple points throughout the long march. Maybe trying to convince him to turn back?

Perhaps his presence will be enough to prevent disaster. The men and I can escape another day, after we have a little more training. We’ll come back once everyone’s a squire, and their slavebrands heal. If we end the war, then there won’t be bridgemen anymore. Maybe I can convince the King to end slavery; he already passed that proclamation for bridgecrew shields...

He watched, groaning as the Kholin army, eight thousand men, among them three in shardplate with standardbarers, managed to get themselves cleanly surrounded, then abandoned.

Kaladin, again, pushed his way through to look at the eel himself.

The men tensed with barely restrained anticipation as the order to withdraw was given, hidden by bandages and unfaked exhaustion. Kaladin's wince came honestly as they lifted the bridge, narrowly resisting pulling in light to heal the cut on his arm.

“I’m sorry Old Friends,” Sadeas murmured. “I’ll make sure the Kingdom we built stays together, with a strong leader.”

Matel eyed the still dripping bandage with a pleased expression.

They staggered along behind the green coated army, screams at their back like a time keeping fabrial.

“I might be able to make some of the Parshendi army retreat, if I’m obvious with my powers,” Kaladin said, as Sadeas’s army slowly moved out of sight, bridge four looting the dead for weapons and gemstones with expert skill.

This time, Kaladin asked Matel to wait, for his bridge not to be left to angry Parshendi seeking vengeance if they fell behind. It was a slight risk, but - no, the idiot brightlord’s eyes were already lighting up, and bridge four didn’t even have to make it to the chasm edge before being fully abandoned.

“We’ll be right behind you,” Teft said, the rest of the men murmuring eagerly in agreement.

“You know you don’t have to -“ Kaladin offered one last time.

“We know, gancho,”

“Fly on, get out of here!”

“Life before death, life before death.”

“Let’s save those honorable idiots!”

“Show them what bridge four can do!”

Kaladin breathed in a quarter of the emeralds Elhokar had smuggled him on his last visit, nodded, then lashed himself back at the battlefield, quickly outpacing the men charging behind. Their honest cheers and whoops helped him believe for a moment that not all was lost between him and the men who he considered brothers. It had taken a little time, but they had started getting used to the even more haunted, slightly heretical man who had replaced their Captain.

As he had hoped, Elhokar was already leading the men to the chasm’s edge - with any luck they might reach the landing before the bridge got there.

He heard cries from the Parshendi as arrows flew his direction. With ease he pushed Stormlight into a borrowed shield, letting it fall, filling the sky with light before falling into shadow as a full volley engulfed it.

As he had hoped, the front ranks of archers were breaking. Better still, the second and third ranks had seen. Cries of Neshua Kadal spread throughout the army, and Kaladin dared to breath in almost all the rest of his remaining stormlight, blazing like a second sun as he lashed himself in an obvious arch above the Parshendi.

More cries, Listeners scrambling to get away at the edges; their song taking on notes of fear and awe. Mixed in with Neshua Kadal were various Herald’s names, as the Kholin army obviously spotted him.

He landed in a cloud of dust and stormlight on a rock formation between the chasm’s edge and the desperate human army. Forming Syl into an overly massive, unwieldy Shardeblade, he carved a massive boulder of cremcovered rock, then breathed deep, pulling in extra stormlight from the bravely approaching warpairs. He sent the boulder tumbling upwards and slightly to the side. Parts of the battlefield fell still, eyes drawn again upwards to the impossible.

A meteor, glowing with pale blue light before quickly fading to grey and falling with fury.

A tremendous series of crashes rang through the battlefield, the boulder rolling over the Parshendi troops awaiting bridge four’s arrival, clearing the landing and scattering terrified listener ranks before crashing into the chasm beneath with another earthshaking series of booms. He thought he could hear the crack of bones and carapace beneath the clamor, but it was likely in his head.

The Parshendi closest to Kaladin charged him desperately, but he took them down with ease, lashing them to fall amongst their own army, shouting and terrified but alive. One femalen managed to get within his guard, scoring a hit that quickly healed. He retaliated by burning her and her partner’s eyes out with a single swipe.

Come on, he thought desperately. Run, just, run.

Behind him, he saw his crew setting bridge four, having crossed the plateau with incredible speed. Some of them glowed faintly, and he could see another ripple of retreating Parshendi, though several lines of warpairs rallied, daring to charge them, likely hoping to overwhelm the small group and toss the bridge.

Across the battlefield, more listeners were falling away, warsong taking on notes of fear and confusion; but he could still hear the sounds of fighting and dying, his men at the chasm edge, the Kholin army almost on top of them. He flew to another rock formation on the armies buckling eastern flank, chopping one, two, three boulders as ammunition. Some of the infantry must have had gemstones on them, as light streamed from gems in both directions when he took a desperate, reaching gasp of stormlight.

Three more boulders fell among the parshendi in three directions, shaking the plateau, and finally, incredibly the song transitioned fully from uptempo vengeance and battle to retreat. In an absurdly short amount of time, the space around the Kholin army was empty, space where minutes earlier superior forces were crushing doomed Alethi invaders. It was everything that Kaladin could have hoped for, and it still left him stunned. Ten thousand Listeners, routed by a single windrunner.

The true voidbringers would never have run like that.

The Kholin army looked about in shock, calling out praise to the Almighty, to the Heralds - praise clearly shouted in Kaladin’s direction, much to his discomfort.

You did it! Syl said in his head. You protected even more of the Kholin army, and you avoided killing as many Listeners as possible!

Thousands still died. And the Alethi are going to see me up close soon. A radiant bridgeman. A man with slavebrands and a Shardblade. How soon before their adulation turn to confusion, then fear and hatred?

Exhaustionspren spun around him as he slumped, nearly falling to his knees. He caught himself at the last moment by summoning Syl as a gleaming metal staff, leaning heavily on her to stay upright as the last of his stormlight steamed away.

They won’t see me if I just stay up on this rock formation forever, he thought deliriously.

Syl sighed, staff buzzing slightly. “Nothing makes you happy, does it?"

A thump sounded behind him, and Kaladin spun to see Elhokar grinning at him, armour leaking stormlight in dozens of place, but no pieces missing. He smiled weakly at the King, cognizant of hundreds of eyes below on them. He moved slowly towards the king, who met him part way. He stumbled at the end, and Elhokar caught him, steadying his arm with a gentle gauntleted hand.

“I did try and stop my uncle,” he said. “He just…wouldn’t listen. The best I could do was join, and even then I half thought someone was going to tie me down to keep me from coming. I hoped Sadeas would change his plans if I was on the battlefield, but I might have made things more tempting.” He turned pained eyes into the distance.

I’m supposed to teach him to be a leader. Kaladin though blearily, and he forced himself to wave away the lingering exhausion. What would I say, if he was a squad sergeant under my command? The comparison was ridiculous, the sheer scale of lives on the line if the two of them failed making Kaladin nauseous.

“You did well,” Kaladin said softly, voice coming out more confident than he felt. “You can’t control everything; the important thing is taking care of those under your command to the best of your ability.” He nodded towards the Kholin army. “I’d guess more than a thousand soldiers are alive because of your actions.”

Elhokar straightened, grin returning. A single gloryspren spun around him like a golden crown.

“You were incredible,” Elhokar said, awespren replacing the glory. “I was practically unconscious when you fought in front of me before, but this time - you…you were like Jezrian come again.”

Kaladin grimaced in reply, then moved to change the subject.

“What next?” Kaladin asked.

The king blinked. “You’re asking me?” Then he flushed, looking down. “I mean…of course I’m king…it’s just…’

“You’re king. You’re my king,” Kaladin said encouragingly. “What do you think the threats to your men are?”

You have to coach him, you can’t just take command. He needs to take his own journey, for his own sake. He needs to be a King, for the kingdom’s sake.

“Some of the injured could still bleed out or succumb to injuries, but my uncle’s taking care of marshaling the survivors. The Parshendi could come back, but I doubt it. Obviously the desolation, but that’s a slightly longer term threat. Near term, Sadeas…Sadeas wants Dalinar out of the way,” he grimaced. “My presence here makes the situation more complicated. This…could mean all out civil war.”

Kaladin nodded, but Elhokar wasn’t done.

“And you and your men. Sadeas will want revenge on you, for helping us.”

He smiled at the King. Not long ago I doubt he would have thought of bridgeman as people. Then again, he does know they’re prospective windrunners…still progress.

“What’s the best way to handle Sadeas?” He asked, pit in his stomach already suspecting the answer.

“A show of force, before they get back to camp,” Elhokar answered promptly, gaining confidence as he spoke. “He should return already knowing he’s in a position of weakness, that his ploy failed utterly. If we wait to confront him at camp then I’ll either come off as an unbearably weak King, or I’ll be forced to discipline him publicly, which will back him into a corner and essentially force civil war anyway.”

Kaladin nodded again, swallowing back bile. “Fortunately, you have a man who was able to scare away an entire Parshendi army under your command.”

#and then Kaladin got to curbstomp Sadeus and make him hand over all the bridgemen or else get thrown into a chasm and everybody clapped #stormlight archive #elhokar kholin #stormlight fanfiction #stormlight au #way of kings #dropped that highprince in front of Elhokar from 50 feet in the air #he couldn't even lash him because of shardplate. had to carry him by the ankle.#literally same energy as cat bringing his human kills because it thinks the human is a kitten that can't hunt for itself #if you haven't seen the og post the thesis of this au is that Elhokar and Kaladin get super weird about eachother #stormlight au no 27 #my au #cosmere #nevertheless cosmere

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biollyante · 8 months

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welp. day 2 of cringetober.... self-insert.

This is Ur, short for Eurynomea. Wears a mask because like hell she's going to introduce new illnesses (or catch them!) from this weird planet. Too-many-sizes-too-large uniform with enough pockets to hide seemingly infinite bits and bobs, tools, food, and act as armor in a pinch. Who knew sewing could be a defensive skill?

#self insert #cringetober #yuusona #twst oc #the journal holds a lot of notes on how wack twisted wonderland is. they prolly have a secret crazywall covered in notes and yarn #acts nice #certainly favors the 'fawn' fear response a bit #in this world... the only strengths she has are in other people (and also being able to jump 50 feet in the air)#(WHICH YUU SHOULD TOTALLY BE ABLE TO DO. I'VE SEEN THE ROUGH CIRCUMFERENCE OF THE PLANET CALCULATED. IT IS SMALL.)#i dont even play this game i just know the story and read too damn much yandere fanfic

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crimeronan · 3 months

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did NOT get in trouble at PT today. like, At All. arguably i got in the opposite of trouble fjsjdj my physical therapist was like "wow i Wish all of my patients reported progress like this, my mental health would be so much better." then he told me the reason we've been starting off slow is because autoimmune disease and exercise can be such a dangerous combo, but said it seems like i know my body and limitations really well (true) and can sense when to stop if i'm in danger of flaring (true). so he set up a plan to add sets + resistance bands + a new exercise, & was like i want you to add these incrementally n stop Immediately if it feels bad. but based on your progress so far this seems like a possible upper goal to reach.

also i had a moment of being like "oh man, i can walk for miles now, i'm able-bodied again and taking up PT space that real disabled people could use??"

......up until he did a couple strength + walking + balance tests n was like. ok. you are leaps and bounds ahead of where i expected. you are also So Crippled,

#girl who can walk 50% of the distance ppl in her age group can when trying her best. and needing to stop to wheeze in the middle #girl whose hips hate being hips and sublux all the time. girl whose feet cant decide to be feet #pt tag #autoimmune tag

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