I know that a lot of people have been asking how they can help-- and we've been saying that just being a fan helps tremendously (which is very very true!!)-- but it also always helps when the team gets suggestions on future or present projects! If there are areas of the current script, future productions, future or current publicity, etc. that you see a need for progress/improvement in, please let us know!! If there is a demand for progress on a present endeavor, such as setting up another cast member interview, research or a more organized lost media effort for a piece of media, detailed posts or explanations of certain aspects of the show, more publicity for RARE or suggestions for our websites, tumblr, or the discord, literally anything else, we will do our best to make it happen!!!

I'd also like to focus more on finding the CBS Storybreak episode ("Raggedy Ann and Andy and the Camel with the Wrinkled Knees"), which is the only book-accurate Raggedy Ann animated adaptation, and is currently lost media. Some things that could be helpful in terms of that project would be finding as many credits for the special as possible. If we can find the writers, producers, copyright owners/etc., we can figure out where to look. So, if anyone is looking for something to do to feel more involved, I think that would be a good place to start!! Thank you for everyone interested in helping us make progress!!

Hey if anyone wants to check out Moving Pictures Redrawn [a fan-made remake of the first chapter of BATIM that Mike n Meatly may have ordered to be taken down? It's unsure at the moment] Guess who downloaded a copy before they did that~

Does Suns wish he had more emotions like everyone else? And how does Fish feel about Suns saying iterators are nothing more than bugs in a maze trying to find their way out?

yeah! that's why they pretend so much to be someone else

they try and try to be something they aren't So hard because what they are isn't Enough instead of focusing on what they do have and working with that. and then they end up in the hot girl summer arc

n how would Fish feel about that how... hmm, he'd agree. Fish is very focused on the Big Question, pretty much obsessed with it, to a degree that he proclaims he isn't part of any group in the name of banishing the possibility of falling to the Third Sin of Connection. he IS in the range of the Aeolus Root and Has to obey when the Eo senior orders him to do something, but he refuses to define himself as part of them all. only reason for his existence is figuring out that Question

(of course, he fails at complete eradication of all the Sins from himself, especially the third one. he still takes on Haboob as his mentee, he still listens and plays with the children that come into the lecture hall of the shrine, hell those glasses on his face are a physical evidence of him not being able to completely let go. but he refuses to see that)

his opinion might change on it a little after his big revelation and Tinkerer and her family. yes, they are still bugs in mazes, trying desperately to find their way out, but while they are in there they should get to bond and love each other. not be alone, he realizes

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THIS IS GORGEOUS! I LOVE the big shots of Mokona’s wings like this. They’re so impressive when you see them in scale, and the sheer magic behind them really stands out. 

But also have we ever SEEN Yuuko under stress before? Naturally she can hold it together, but the tiny lines under her eyes! The single bead of sweat! She is putting in EFFORT here in a way I don’t think we’ve ever been witness to anywhere else. It is a bit terrifying that even YUUKO ICHIHARA struggles with enduring Evil Wolverine’s defences. 

But she does it!

I keep thinking about writing a fic that diverges from the point in Joker’s Last Laugh where Nightwing kills the Joker.

Instead of resuscitating the Joker (really, Bruce? really??), Bruce lets him die.

As everyone recovers from the whole situation, Bruce is a mess. At first he — and all the other bats — assume that it’s from the guilt of sort-of breaking his no-kill rule. It seems much the same as the way Dick couldn’t forgive himself for allowing Blockbuster’s death (to say nothing of the guilt now eating Dick alive for, you know, actually killing someone).

But as Bruce continues on from reacting and into processing, it becomes apparent that he- Well, he’s grieving the Joker.

It… makes a certain amount of sense. He has known — for lack of a better term — the Joker as long as he’s known his eldest son. He’s been a fixture in Bruce’s life. A reliable presence even, inasmuch as an erratic, violent nemesis can be called reliable. The Joker has taken so, so much from the world — from Bruce in particular — but he has also given Bruce some pivotal part of his purpose. The Joker held a level of importance to Batman’s work that few other enemies could ever achieve. He’s a pillar of the role Bruce built Batman to fulfill. Is Batman even properly Batman without the Joker?

So this is Bruce’s grief. Once he identifies it, he’s horrified by how clear it is. The way he’s gone over and over the autopsy report, every angle of cctv, combed every haunt and shaken down every goon just because he doesn’t trust the Joker, doesn’t trust death. (He’s been in the cape too long.) Hours spent at the punching bag, trying desperately to funnel the violence out of his body and into a safe target. Nights spent watching the self-recriminating what-ifs play out on his shadowed bedroom ceiling. What if he’d tried chest compressions? Called EMS before his arrival? What if he’d reached Nightwing sooner? Investigated Tim’s “death” more thoroughly? He is staggered by many ways could he have prevented this death. He should have. He would have. If it wasn’t for how he just… didn’t.

And — so much more incriminating than the denial, the anger, the goddamn bargaining — he’s… sad. There’s an emptiness that stalks his days, a void he can’t help but watch while he patrols. It’s hard to put on his easygoing press smile and to straighten his shoulders against the fundamentally shifted weight of the world. He wakes up exhausted and falls into bed already dreading the morning. He does his work and watches over his family and his city, but all the while he’s looking through a layer of gauze.

He’s also relieved. Of course he’s relieved. There isn’t a single person in the greater Gotham area who doesn’t feel the tsunami of relief once the Joker’s death is publicized. His city is safer, for all that the rest of the rogues gallery still breathe. His people are safer. His kids are safer.

It’s almost as hard for Bruce to admit that he’s grateful the Joker is dead. It feels wrong to rejoice in a death, how ever silently, however well-deserved. But it doesn’t feel any better to notice that clinging, unwelcome sorrow.

The reason I’ll probably never make this into a real fic is that I’m terrible at the comfort part of h/c. I write myself into a corner and then look at where I am and,,

How can Bruce recover from this? How does he lay this internal conflict to rest alongside his most longstanding foe? He’s grieving a violent, unpredictable, horrifyingly creative mass murderer! Someone who has committed countless unspeakable atrocities, who had no single iota of regard for any life beyond his own. Someone whose very existence was intrinsically linked to Bruce’s own…

He can’t seek solace in his family. The Joker has harmed every single one of them in one way or another. Dick needs his strength and Jason would never, ever, forgive him. He can’t talk to his colleagues in the JLA. They’re committed to the greater good in the way Bruce had always believed himself to be. There is no one to absolve him. Bruce doesn’t deserve- Can’t deserve absolution. This grief betrays every principle he’s beaten into his mind and body. It’s the most shameful act he could ever commit.

So Bruce would stew in his guilt upon guilt upon guilt. He would pick at the scabs of the hard-earned mourning, unable and unwilling to accept that the loss of someone important is still a loss, even if that importance comes from a driving need to stop them at (almost) any cost.

Man the evolution of Pandora Hearts where the reader is framed as a moral actor who eventually allows Lacie/Vincent to be saved because the narrative assumes the reader is capable of empathy and critical thought and thus information is framed such that Lacie/Vincent knowingly relate information about their lives that allow them to be understood and valued within the context of being narrative characters in a way they could not when they are solely understood as literal people vs The Case Study of Vanitas where the reader is framed as a moral actor who contributes to the characters' damnation as it is assumed they are a voyeur fetishistically observing the humiliations of an unknowing dead man

karuma / mitsurugi | sword / blade

Hey! It's the Baldur's Gate anon here. Happy that you ended up buying it and are enjoying it! I am about 50 hours in, and just made it to Act 3 right before I saw your post.

I have played other Larian games on PC, so I am quite used to how they operate. I have heard that it controls very well with controller. It turns the skills into a radial wheel (like Mass Effect), and it is easy to swap between characters in your party if you need to. It also lets you hold down the search/grab item button and makes a huge radius to pick up items easier.

Also, what class/race are you playing? I am Half-Drow Vengeance named Mandeville.

I'm going to give the controller a shot tonight on a new character and see how I feel about it! I'm down to keep playing with the keyboard/mouse for the time being, but if I can enjoy the controller more, that would be amazing.

I'm playing a half high elf abjuration wizard named Ventheris and she's a bitch and I love her so much! This is pretty much who I was playing in a campaign that got abandoned (except she's a chronurgy wizard there), so I decided to bring her back for this game.

languages that have been able to conserve themselves have had little assimilation with other cultures like countries or areas that have been colonized etc

yeah unfortunately most languages die/died out because of colonization

“BuT iF YOu waNt To REVive tHE LAnguaGE, thEN WhY cAN’t yOu SpeaK iT¡” - Braindead imperialists and colonisers thinking that their stupid point is an argument when it’s not.

Quit saying shit like that!

That’s not an argument, it’s colonial brain rot in action.

I’d know.

I’ve heard no end of that shite from the DUP and idiot loyalists.

Feel free to reblog this.

The Wentworth-Gardner House

We were in York Harbor all last week with family and friends, several of whom had never been to this region of New England before. So I was a bit of a tour guide, in my fashion. On a morning tour of Portsmouth, we passed by my favorite house in town, the Tobias Lear House, as well as its more famous neighbor, the Wentworth-Gardner House, one of the most famous Georgian structures in the country.…

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HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAY MADDY 🥳🥳🤩🤩 I hope you had a wonderful bday weekend 💜💜

THANK YOU!!! IT WAS AMAZING

idk man. i should be humble and whatnot but i have to defend myself

Thinking about my pookie bear Lenore and how deeply she needs a hug <33

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