kid flash: i know you bats like to work stuff out on your own, but do you need anything? you look kinda like a drowned rat

robin: *who just had to swim through gotham harbor, right after taking a huge public beating from two-face* yeah a rope and a dramatic tree.

I gotta say, when I find me a new show pony image I ain't ever seen before I go feral

Oh HELL YEAH the woman in the mirror is FUCKING BACK BAYBEE

me when vito corleone the godfather steals my wallet

Month 5, day 26—yes it's 26, I haven't gone to bed yet, it still counts!!!!—and I've finished up the actual animation on chibi!Cuff! :D Also did some layer cleanup and cropped the canvas size so I have a little more layers to play with. Might decide to shrink the aspect ratio and see if that gives me even more maximum layers or if ProCrate just hard-maxes me out at 400. Idk, we'll see!

Unfortunately those last ten frames of animation put me over the 10mb limit to upload gifs to Tumblr, so, have an MP4 instead :D

Vincent and Ker sneaking into the college pool at night to do some late-night swimming~♡

….

ITS SO FUNNY YOU SAY THAT😭

The pool is where something big happens for them 😭

They do sneak in there often after though, because it’s easy, free and Night City so the worst that could happen is like, nothing

Question while my brain is still functional and I remember the topic: Do you prefer people gushing about your writing on the fic itself, in your tumblr ask box, or does it not matter where we gush at? I'm asking mostly so that I know which particular void to scream into when next Eve kisses Sides or Sunny

~Smooch

Whichever is better for the person gushing. Both platforms have pros and cons, so I leave it up to the commenter how they want to reach out to me. I appreciate you asking, though 💖💖

But tumblr is easier for me to respond in memes

I just watched some live footage from post-Brexit Britain-

Wait, sorry, my mistake.

I just watched 'Children of Men' for the first time in years and years. I forgot what a good film it is, and how well made. The cinematography alone is maybe the best I've ever seen. It lost the Oscar for Best Cinematography to 'Pan's Labyrinth,' and, yeah, I kinda get it, but this is such a gorgeous film.

But the acting is top notch, the script feels real while also helping us understand the characters and the world better, the one-shot scenes are fucking bonkers...it's all just a clinic on brilliant film making.

Made her commit an error.

Okay okay so I knoooow I'm up past when I'm supposed to go to bed for work, but to be fair I did end up taking like... a 4 hour nap cause I just kinda knocked the hell out as soon as my head hit my pillow fksjdksh

I will be going back to bed soon but please just know that I am so soft for little scenarios where you're going to bed with your F/O and cuddling and just nodding off in their presence cause you feel safe--

I think it's funny how Justin Chatwin and Emmy Rossum were in Dragonball Evolution together before they were in shameless

Haha hayami got toku cucked

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

when ao3 is back up i want all of you to leave comments on the fics you were interrupted from reading, the fics you were looking to find, the fics you were thinking about re-reading, and the fics left open in your tabs for months now.

when ao3 is back up, i want you all to show some love to your favourite writers, favourite fics, or even just the 600 word one-shot that brought a smile to your face that tuesday three weeks ago.

when ao3 is back up i want you all to remember that comments and explicitly voiced appreciation are what keep writers going.