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Tim Drake and 60 for the ask game!
Number 60: Truth Serum.
This is going to be DC only with no DP. Hope you all enjoy!
I tried something new here and wrote in an omniscient narrator. Hope it comes across okay. I want to practice more because it is a useful POV to write in and I've never really used it before. Not in anything polished, at least.
I'll be honest, this isn't your usual truth serum fic. Hope you all like it anyway!
Word count: 2k
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Tim glared at the person who held him captive. Gotham's newest rogue smiled at him as he held up a syringe. Dressed in a long, white lab coat with blue surgical gloves and black boots, he looked like a cartoon scientist.
"Thank you for coming to me, pet. I've finally perfected my serum and can't wait to make a birdie sing." Glee filled the man as he gloated at his prey. This was the night he’d been working towards for years.
"You'll never get anything from me." Tim finally twisted his hand to the proper angle to feel the edge of the razor blade hidden in his sleeve. They hadn’t bothered stripping him when they took his visible weapons and utility belt, much to Tim’s relief.
"Oh, once we get this in your system, we will!" The scientist laughed. "I've spent years on it, you know. And with it running through your veins, you'll answer all my questions!"
And then, before Tim could release the blade and slice through his ropes, the man jabbed the syringe into his neck. The solution burned going in and Tim grit his teeth against the pain.
The man laughed again. This was the best night of his life. "Now, we wait! Just a few minutes and you'll tell me exactly who Batman is. And the rest of your flock. And anything else I want to know."
Tim glared, but focused on sawing through the ropes without making his movements obvious.
Just as the rope split, he heard the sound of a distant explosion. Mad scientist man glared at Tim before speaking into a walkie. "What was that?"
Tim smirked and found himself answering, "My backup," before he could stop himself. Shit. He bit his cheek and launched himself out of the chair.
He punched the man hard, knocking him to the ground. He wanted to ask if there was an antidote or what side effects he could expect, but he couldn't give the man a chance to ask any questions. Instead, he slammed the man's head into the floor, knocking him out.
Maybe he could find a computer on the way out.
Another explosion sounded and Tim cursed under his breath. Nope, he didn't have time to look for information or computers or even the rest of his gear. He had to get out of here now before his family caught up.
On the other side of the warehouse, Jason laughed as he detonated another explosion. For once, Bruce wasn’t scolding him for the unnecessary force. And Dick even helped him set up the explosives. Over the comms, Barbara’s voice was cold as she told him where he would cause the most destruction.
“This guy’s a chemist,” she said. “He’s worked for Scarecrow in the past and he’s been collecting chemicals in large quantities for the past two months. Red Robin was trying to figure out what sort of concoctions he’s been developing, but hadn’t as of last night’s report.”
Damian snorted. “If he were competent, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
Dick tsked at him. “That’s enough, baby bat. RR is plenty competent.”
Bruce cleared his throat. “Enough chatter. Oracle, where to next.”
“Go through the second door on your left. Wait, hold on.” More quietly, she said, “What are you doing RR?”
“What’s happened,” demanded Bruce.
“Based on his tracker, Red Robin has left the room he was held in. But instead of reuniting with you, he’s taken a path into the sewers.”
“I’ll follow RR,” said Dick. “The rest of you focus on taking these guys down.”
“Very well,” agreed Bruce. “Report in once you find him.”
“Will do, B!” Dick said as he turned and rushed back into the city, following Babs’ instructions.
Tim, meanwhile, sprinted through the sewers. He had a safe house nearby. He had a protocol for this and it didn’t involve being anywhere near his family. He didn’t look down as his boots splashed through the disgusting water. It wasn’t far now. Not ten minutes later, he was taking an exit into a retired subway station and climbing the fence to the streets.
Two more blocks, and he was on the fire escape and pushing open the window to his safe house. First thing he did was rush to the computer and turn it on. Two minutes later, he hit send on an SOS.
Scattered across the country, three people’s phones rang with an emergency signal.
Unfortunately for Tim, that was the moment Dick caught up to him as well. Tim heard the window open and a voice call out, “Red Robin?” Though really, calling out was a formality. Dick could tell Tim was in by the lights that were on.
“In the bedroom!” replied Tim before he could stop himself. Then he cursed. Apparently the serum would work even if the question wasn’t stated in full. He dove for the closet where he knew a pair of noise-canceling headphones sat. He slapped them on just as Dick entered the bedroom.
Dick relaxed as soon as he had eyes on his brother. “God, Tim. Don’t worry us like that! Why’d you run?”
But Tim was staring at him with wide eyes. “Because I was injected with a truth serum.” He slapped his hands over his mouth as soon as the words were out and closed his eyes tightly. Lip-read questions also counted apparently.
Dick froze. “What?” he asked.
But with his eyes closed and the headphones on, Tim couldn’t hear him. Dick reached out to touch Tim’s shoulder only to be tackled to the ground.
He had his escrima sticks in his hands and his thumb was over the button to electrify them when he recognized Impulse. “Impulse? What are you doing here?”
Tim wished he could see what Dick was doing, but he couldn’t risk seeing another question. He had too many secrets he was keeping from his family to trust himself around them.
Bart glanced at Tim who’d backed up until he was against the wall. “Rob messaged us with an incident CH3874G. And the protocols for that involve immediate extraction.”
“I’m his brother. I’m not going to hurt him!” Dick glared up at Impulse even as his thoughts were with his brother. Who’d refused to even look at him out of fear.
Bart shrugged. “Incident CH3874G means he is to have no contact with anyone other than myself, Superboy, or Wonder Girl until the effects wear off.”
“That’s ridiculous. We can take care of him just fine in the cave.” Dick twisted and managed to push Bart off, but he barely regained his footing before Bart was back pulling back his arms and holding him fast again. “Let me go!” he shouted.
And that moment was when Kon made his own way through the window. “Not gonna happen until we get Rob far away from Gotham. He doesn’t want any of you around him right now.”
“Seriously, what do you think I’m going to do to him?” protested Dick.
“Uh… Isn’t it obvious?” asked Bart. “You’re going to ask him questions. And there’s only five questions Tim will tolerate being asked when he’s under the influence of a truth serum.”
“What questions are those?” asked Dick.
Kon snorted. “If you don’t already know, then you don’t get to know.” He walked past Bart and Dick to stand in front of Tim. Kon blocked Dick’s vision enough that he couldn’t see Tim’s face.
Kon tapped a simple “hey” on Tim’s shoulder in Morse code. “Hey, Rob,” he repeated verbally when Tim opened his eyes.
Tim sagged against the wall in relief when he recongized Kon. And he caught a glimpse of Impulse behind him, too. Good, he’d be getting out of here. He hugged Kon tightly, shutting his eyes again so he wouldn’t be able to see Dick.
Kon chuckled and rubbed his back before pulling away. Making sure to enunciate clearly so Tim could read his lips, he said, “No questions until we get you to the designated place. Cassie’s meeting us there. Climb aboard the Super Express.”
Dick could only watch helplessly as his little brother was carried away into the night. “Why wouldn’t you let me help?”
Bart snorted. “Look, Nightwing, I like you. But I like Tim more. He’s my teammate. And he holds nothing so dear as his secrets. Be honest, would you or Batman or any of your friends and siblings let the chance to question him pass by? Would you let him keep his secrets?”
“Of course I would!” Dick insisted. But he knew his family. Bruce wouldn’t. Jason wouldn’t. Damian absolutely wouldn’t.
Bart snorted in disbelief. “Then maybe you should ask yourself why Tim doesn’t trust you enough to even ask.”
Dick glared at the wall, but didn’t have a retort.
“Now, this has been fun, but I’ve got a best friend to look after. We’ll return him once he’s better!” And Bart rushed off to join his friends. Tim would be trying to find a cure as soon as he had access to a computer, but Bart rather hoped it’d just have to wear off on it’s own. It had been too long since they’d gotten together for a movie marathon in a pillow fort.
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In the end, Tim didn’t return to Gotham for three days. Three days over which Dick reconsidered every interaction he’d had with his brother, trying to figure out when he’d lost his trust.
He had to admit that stalking was practically a family love language, though. And Damian didn’t help the situation by loudly and often lamenting the lost opportunity to question Tim on anything and everything.
Bruce merely hummed when Dick reported on the situation. He was just glad his son had freed himself before spilling any family secrets and was currently safe with his own friends. Kon sent periodic updates to Clark who passed them onto Bruce, so he knew his son was safe. Nothing else mattered.
The moment Kon set down on the grounds of Wayne Manor with Tim, half the family rushed out to greet them.
“Tim,” said Bruce. “I’ll expect your report by the time we start patrol.”
Tim laughed, “You know, B, you could just ask me how I am. I’m fine, by the way. Truth serum wore off about twelve hours ago. It had a ridiculously long half life. But don’t worry, I’ve already got ideas for potential reversal agents.”
Before Bruce could reply, Dick was pulling Tim into a tight hug. “Glad to see you doing better, Timmy.” More quietly so only Tim and Kon could hear, he whispered, “And I’m sorry.”
Tim pulled away confused. “For what?”
Dick stared back, mouth agape. “I— because I tried to ask you questions?”
Tim laughed and shook his head. “No hard feelings. I would’ve done the same. That’s why I messaged the people I did.”
Damian sniffed. “It does raise the question of what secrets you are keeping from us.”
Tim shrugged and grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Bruce narrowed his eyes and hummed. “Would you be willing to have lunch with just me, Tim? It’s been a long time since we had any one-on-one time.”
Tim swallowed. “Oh, uh, I should really write that report, don’t you think?”
Bruce chuckled. “I’ll let you skip it if you have lunch with me.”
Kon pretended he didn’t hear the quiet “fuck” Tim let out. “Well,” he said, “I think that’s my cue to leave. Catch you later, Tim!”
“Bye, Kon!” Tim hugged him quickly, then he was alone with his family. He sighed. “Fine, B. I’ll have lunch with you.”
He only hoped at least half his secrets would survive the meal.
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It's easiest to lie to Bruce when he doesn't suspect you're lying. When he knows and is actively trying to figure out what you're hiding? It's a lot harder.
So, I know truth serum implies secrets will be revealed, but I just couldn't believe that Tim didn't have a fail safe in place for one. And his friends are ride-or-die and would help him get away from The Batman if necessary. So they did.
Dick and Tim talk it out later and Dick gets added as a back up to any future Truth Serum incidents.
#dc comics#truth serum#tim drake#bart allen#dick grayson#kon el#conner kent#dc fanfic#its after 2am and i have no idea how to tag right now#my writing#i wanted cassie to show up at tim's safe house too#but it was getting long#and there really wasn't anything for her to do?#so she was getting snacks and queuing up some movies
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friendlies. ive had this scene in my head for FOUR YEARS. ive played and replayed it in the blorbo cinematic universe SO MANY TIMES. and then i came to write it and it turned into something SO DIFFERENT lol. but the essence is ALL THERE. this is a BIG REVEAL part. if anyone has any guesses as to whats going on NOW IS YOUR TIME to tell me because ANSWERS ARE COMING NEXT PART WOOOHOOOO!!!
ive waited so long for this. so very long
amnesia au
part 193
Étienne thought for sure that after Edward dropped him off that he would hear less of him. Now that he knew the finer details of the accident, Étienne didn’t see why his friend would need him as much. However, much to his surprise, it seemed as though Edward was reaching out to him more often than not and he was not about to complain about it, no matter how much his sister and Emma told him that it was too much.
Sometimes, it was a simple text asking about some minor detail about their vast past. Other times, Edward would send him a picture of something that had made him think of him. And, at least, once a week, Étienne found himself having dinner with his friend.
Étienne never questioned where Christopher was, or whether or not he minded that Edward was spending so much time with him. He knew he was living in denial, but then again, Christopher worked at the hospital. For all he knew, he had a busy schedule and Edward felt a little lonely. Étienne was more than happy to keep him company.
And so, February turned into March, spring finally showed up, until it was the month of April and Étienne could navigate the streets of the city with more ease.
On such a spring evening, Étienne found himself at Edward’s, helping him clear the last of the dinner dishes. Edward had asked him over to look at some photo albums (he had questions and Étienne was more than happy to oblige). Once everything had been put away, they made their way to the living room, where a stack of albums waited for them.
“Are you sure you feel up to this?” Edward asked him for the fourth time.
Étienne dismissed him with an easy wave of his hand as he sunk himself down on the sofa, “Don’t worry about it. The fact that you told me in advance helps and I promise, if it gets too much I’ll tell you.”
It must have been the right answer, for Edward pulled over the first album and flipped to a page he had marked with a post-it.
It still felt strange, looking at these photos. He’d done it before, obviously, but it had been different then. Before, it had been a fun activity he liked to do to reminisce about the past and remember fond events. Now, he tried to quell the ache in his heart as he looked at the happy smiles of him and Edward from a past that may as well have belonged to someone else.
Still, he soldiered on and answered all of Edward’s questions. If anything, Edward seemed genuinely pleased to get the information and in a rather good mood. It was a minor victory Étienne cherished and he would put it above his own discomfort and malaise.
With the shared album placed between them, it was only a matter of time before they found each other sitting close to one another. It happened organically, really, and Étienne only noticed later on, for it had once been something so very common for them, that when Edward placed his arm around his shoulders, he barely even noticed.
The evening went by in such a way, a blur of anecdotes and funny stories, and even though Edward was only his friend, it still felt better than he had expected to relive the moments with him.
They had long finished perusing the albums and were simply enjoying the evening, lost in their conversation. Edward had started playing with Étienne’s hair, and Étienne indulged in this as well, going as far as to lean his head on his friend’s shoulder. It had been so very long and his body ached and craved for the familiarity of it all…
The proximity, the good evening, the playing with the hair… if he closed his eyes and tried hard enough, it almost seemed like things had gone back to how they were before. However, he also knew that he had to return home and that this short fairy-tale would have to end soon. It was getting late, after all, and he didn’t want to leave Mercury all alone.
Étienne pulled away from Edward’s warmth and mourned the moment they had been sharing. He made to say some platitude as to why it was he had to go, but just then, Edward brushed back a curl from his face and let his hand rest on his cheek.
His heart must have skipped at least three beats and he knew better than to continuously indulge, but it had been such a very long time ago since Edward had caressed his cheek. He leaned closer into the contact, revelling in the press of Edward’s warm palm against his cheek; a forbidden indulgence he hadn’t had the pleasure of having in far too long. Just a moment longer wouldn’t hurt, he figured, and then he could leave and think on this fondly as well.
He must have closed his eyes during this tiny moment of bliss, for when he next opened them, it seemed as though Edward was sitting infinitely closer to him. Étienne searched his face, (and marvelled at the changes it had gone through over these many years), for signs as to what was going on, but Edward only smiled at him, as his thumb kept stroking his cheek in time with his breathing.
It was an intoxicating feeling to be gazed upon by Edward once more. He had nearly forgotten how his heart rate quickened and the trepidation that bubbled inside of him. Or even, the electric tingling sensation beneath his skin that craved for more, more, more. Then, there was the intensity of those hazel eyes he had fallen madly in love with what felt like a lifetime ago and for which he could never get enough of. Even now. Even after so long. If only he could – if only he could have one more chance, one more taste…
Suspended in this intimate bubble, it was hard to say who closed the distance first. However, Étienne was able to say that for the first time in three years, after thinking for sure that it would never happen again, Edward had tentatively kissed him.
It reminded him of before – of when they started dating. Hesitant, yet sweet. Careful and slow. Delicious and electrifying, full of promises and possibilities. Leaving him wanting and aching for more of those sinfully sensuous lips on his own. Again – just once more to keep him going a little longer.
He had to be dreaming and if that was the case, then, he could pull Edward closer. He must have drifted on Edward’s shoulder and he was rewarded – or teased – with this blissful dream. Therefore, he could touch Edward’s face in turn to feel the five o’clock shadow that had yet to be shaven off. He could chase another kiss from Edward’s lips, and so he did. He didn’t need to worry. He didn’t need to feel guilty. In his dreams, everything was allowed and he had gone without for so long that now was not the time to hold back. The dream, for all he knew, might end soon, and who knew when he would get this chance again?
Étienne who liked to keep his eyes open, on occasion, when he kissed his lover, kept them closed this time around, to make this dream last a while longer. He pressed himself closer to Edward, when he pulled him in, and what he couldn’t see with his eyes, he let his hands and fingers trace over.
(He dared not break away, afraid that this was too good to be true, and every time it seemed as though Edward was to slow down, Étienne leaned in for more, relieved when Edward met him halfway, eager lips finding his once more.)
It was difficult to say for just how long he remained in his bubble of suspended disbelief, but he careened to an abrupt halt, when he realised with shock that if Christopher were to walk in, he would find them in a very compromising situation.
As if a bucket of ice-cold water had been suddenly poured over him, Étienne pushed Edward back and tried to sit away from him. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done. Such an idiotic and stupid move. His heart raced a mile a minute. Edward was in a relationship. Edward was no longer his to kiss and hold. Edward had moved on and he needed to do the same. He couldn’t be weak and succumb to whatever bout of fancy struck his friend, or whatever mood seemed to have installed itself in the room. No matter how tempting. No matter how long. He had to be better than this and he really needed to stop tempting the devil, clearly.
“I’m sorry. I have to go.” He mumbled as he tried to get his emotions in check. He made an attempt to get up, ignoring Edward’s puzzled expression. He knew he’d get hurt in the end. He knew it was too good to be true. He’d been playing with fire and now he was burned.
Étienne made it as far as the entrance, trying to put his shoes back on, when Edward caught up with him.
“Hang on, wait – hear me out first.”
Étienne shook his head and did his best not to look at him. Not to see the hurt expression on Edward’s face. Or the pain of rejection that would be there. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t be Edward’s dirty little secret or little experiment. His fragile heart could no longer survive such an ordeal.
“I’m sorry – I really am.” He reached for the door, ready to step out and never return again; ignoring Edward’s call.
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#pc: montreal#pc: edmonton#edward murphy#étienne maisonneuve#au#fic#3 sentence fic meme thing#amnesia au#bet ya didnt see that one coming haha#also this was supposed to be longer with the other part#but it was getting long#so other part will be written next time i have time#couldnt leave it without some drama lol#it is amnesia au after all
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when i talk about the sweet nothings au is there a name i can call the reader insert that isn’t y’know reader-🐣
i think i referred to reader as “princess” in the original headcanon set! if you want something a little more gender neutral i think carol would also call little reader “kitten” or even something space themed like “star” or “sunshine”!
#sweet nothings au#🐣#i think i actually meant to include carol calling reader her little star in the og post#but it was getting long
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in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off
#art#artists on tumblr#bitches will say ''in what context are these colors pretty''#and then post the delicate hues of sunlight filtering through the leaves of a forest in late springtime#edit: censored the other op bc some of yall are starting to scare me and i don't want them getting harassed#and as long as im here. stop telling me it's the shrek colors i know it's the shrek colors#everybody and their mother has already mentioned it's the shrek colors
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I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
#greek mythology#ares#athena#greek gods#dont get me wrong it aint athena slander but it sure is ares praise#on some level at least#man justly accused of bad things deserves some mid praise more at 11#thank you romi for helping me with words though i duly noted you insisted on ares not being cautious rather than him not being careful#romi be like “i want him to care” and honestly good you should say it#also EPIC led to this and i just..... i want to draw some animatics man i just need infinite time now#my long lost love for greek myths just will never stop coming and they dont stop coming and they dont stop coming#i want some vulture design in here for ares but not sure about this one#kochei doodles
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god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait
#executive dysfunction#shitpost#every day I get stuck in waiting mode for SO LONG and SO MANY TIMES#that one time I tried adhd meds it fixed it but then I. was like no I am going to be scared and not continue taking it <3#and also. I simply did not like the psychologist and did not want to have to go back#so. rawdogging the world <3#man if I could start a task right now...then you'd see...then you'd all see....
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Expertise can't help you here.
#dungeon meshi#kabru#laios touden#falin touden#Happy Thistle Thursday once again. Have I been holding on to this comic for several weeks? Sure have!#I forgot how long it takes for Chimera Falin to come into play.#I still really love my 'better drawn' art of her - unfortunately it was several weeks too early for the anime only folks.#Slowly getting the hang of drawing Laios. I don't know why I struggle so much but I am getting...somewhere.#Meta time: God damn I love how the chimera shows off the expertise and gap between Kabru and Laios.#The truth is: they are both *right* and they are both *wrong*.#This creature is a combination of monster and human and they only have the skillset to deal with one of those.#Kabru goes for all the human vitals - but she isn't human.#Laios tries to approach her as a monster and is struck down by the humanity he sees in her.#She is something new that defies what they *both* understand about the world. And that makes her such a perfect antagonist.#The damsel was the dragon all along!#...She is really so cute though. Terrifying! But adorable. I am so excited to see the boom of fanart for her.
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I opened my copy of The Tale of the Body Thief & immediately had to close it again because of this silly little annotation
#yes I spelled channel wrong#but honestly#totbt is just one long get ready with me YouTube story time#the vampire chronicles
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Husk's secret weapon
#hazbin hotel#husk#alastor#hazbin art#radiohusk#kinda#long post#i did not mean for it to get this long 'oh its a simple comic idea how many panels could it take?' too many
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#covid 19#coronavirus#news#science#please get vaccinated#please get the booster#please stay safe#covid is not over#covid is not a hoax#please look out for each other#covid--19#long covid#yes the covid vaccine is safe
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Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.
For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.
I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.
#i have to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night to even barely function#with sleep#getting ready for work#commute#cooking#and errands#I typically have maybe 2-3 hours to actually do what i want in a day#and I'm usually too tired to actually do the things i want to do#and that's with a very short commute#if i actually had a long commute I'd basically do nothing but work#i see my friends like once every few weeks or months#because we're all so fucking busy with work and have such little time for socialising#and none of us even have kids or anything!!
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studio trigger understood the assignment. i would let her wreck me.
#i'm sorry but unnnnffffffffffff. Hot. my humongous chicken-lizard wife <33333333#she's so majestic....#like. i get it shuro and marcille.#also that is my favourite page of the manga#watch as tumblr tags this mature content for chimera boobs. i'm always getting kinkshamed on this site...#anyway. this too is yuri. climbing her like a tree.#this episode coming out on lesbian visibility week... the universe knows what i need#falin touden#marcille donato#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#anime#manga#spoilers#dungeon meshi spoilers#blood tw#long post#lesbian#dunmeshi spoilers
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You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".
Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.
#there is not a third option. it is either trump OR biden#and one of those will be much MUCH worse for palestine#i'm really really sorry that these are the options. i wish they weren't.#but WHAT third option are you trying to take here? what on earth is your proposed outcome#that will actually make things better for palestine?#because letting trump win the election is NOT going to help them#i'm sorry but you need to set aside your feelings and take the option that will lead to less harm to palestine in the long run#you talk such a big game about how people need to be willing to make sacrifices to help palestine#but you yourself aren't even willing to hold your nose and vote to stop things from getting worse?#or did you think 'sacrifice' only meant not getting mcdonalds for a few months?#us politics
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local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6
#i’ve seen so many interpretations of that 1 hr freeze frame of Kabru’s smile in ep 16#he’s meeting his long time crush of course he’s trying to charm him#Kabru so obviously has a big fat giant crush on Laios#like atp in the story he’s tried to talk to him and get his attention so many times agjdjajdj#Laios is the human rubix cube he’s been searching for his entire life#everyone else is almost too easy for Kabru to pin down#Laios on the other hand … a treasure trove of autistic mystery#Kabru is so locked in#Kabru used signature move: charming smile#Laios: no effect!#there’s something so beautiful about the popular pretty boy entering his fumble era when his one true love turns out to be autistic#labru#laios touden#kabru of utaya#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#wasabi rambles#seen so many clock that smile as nefarious and machiavellian#baby no Kabru is just dialing the charm up to 100 and what we’re all feeling is second hand embarrassment LMAO
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May I present: Leda and the Swan Princess! It's based on this post about a swan princess who refuses to go quietly in obscurity when cursed. (If you liked this one you will probably also like my other comics which you can find on my pinned post).
If you enjoyed and want to support a queer art student, you can tip me over on my Ko-fi! Tips help me out dramatically while I'm still in school!
#art#my art#comic#webcomic#sequential art#swan princess#wlw#sapphic#romance#swan#black swan#lgbtq#queer creator#wlw romance#leda and the swan princess#get it?#long post#do you love the color of the comic#ffs comic
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changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.
I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.
Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.
No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.
But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?
#this is the sort of observation I make here that people#go off and write their thesis about#so while I’m not expecting to be the first or cleverest person to say this#if you do use it as a springboard#tell me if you get a good grade ok?#I’ll be tremendously proud of you#like if you take a shitpost and use it to craft deep attentive thought on something important#I just think that’s probably the most noble use of a human brain#it makes me want to take off my hat and slam it to the ground in inexpressible emotion#it’s a cowboy hat btw#and I say something like GOLDURN IT THAT KID SURE HAS DELIVERED.#ok so don’t deny me this#especially if you correct me after a long research journey#GOLDURN IT THE KID IS RIGHT!
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