#all of this may be a stretch

[always-a-joyful-note]

I want to talk about Hyuna and Ivan contrasts. Specifically how the Round 6 didn't give her much screen time as opposed to Ivan. Specifically how Ivan's death was public and dramatic and seen by all while Hyuna's getting shot was private and off-screen and to be forgotten. Specifically how the fandom does focus on Ivantill vs Hyuna. Specifically how it's almost done on purpose, as a way of showing how Hyuna has left the cruel stage and all the eyes on her but also as a way of paralleling the way media usually seems so focused on men over women

#the last one may be a stretch #all of this may be a stretch #but hyunas situation coming out of nowhere #like yeah this really is round 6 #she is not part of alnst anymore but she can never escape her ties to it either #i am afraid #fandom spamdom #alien stage #alien stage spoilers

[kyouka-supremacy]

Akutagawa looking at Atsushi from afar in official art compilation

#I have such a soft spot for the last but one illustration. It's so so tender and it's the picture that made me start shipping sskk– #and every time I sit down and take a second to properly look at it I'm like. Yeah. Yeah I see it #It's kinda falling in love with the ship all over again every time. It's kind of a sweet felling :') #ryūnosuke akutagawa #atsushi nakajima #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd official art #mine #q. #26/06/23 #n2 and n7 may be a stretch but better safe than sorry?

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 27: familiar

#codacheetah #isat #loop isat #twohat spoilers #isat act 6 spoilers #now you may be asking. mr codacheetah sir isnt the Siftuation all black under the cloak? #well to that i say. NOPE #NOT IN SASASAP ANYWAYS #SIFFY ROCKING NO SLEEVES AND LIGHT PANTS. FUCKIN NERD #nyanyways i didnt feel like using ms paint for this one i need to stretch my Firealpaca Muscles again #loop in the cloak and hat is unexplainably moe to me. yet despite this i think this is the least kemonomimi loop ive drawn for this blog ye

[shiftywing]

this picture of blister is still so funny to me. look at her scheme

#all stretched-out looking too #although that may just be how it got scanned #wof #wings of fire #blister #blister wof #wof blister #princess blister

[tbcanary]

for arrowfam week day one: "ghost" and "grow"

(set sometime around ga vol 7, but not exactly accurate based on current timelines within the run. suspend your disbelief with me for a sec.)

--

There’s a girl sitting at Mia’s desk.

Not that that’s unusual, or anything. Mia might come from a family of famous caped crusaders, but the vigilante business doesn’t exactly pay well enough for Ollie to foot all of her bills in the heart of Star City. She has roommates – two of them, actually, girls who have known each other since college but needed a third while so-and-so is studying abroad for a year, blah blah blah – and they’ve been known to sneak in to use her desk so that they both aren’t stuck studying at the kitchen table like they’re in the opening scenes of a Dickinson novel or whatever.

The point is, people sit at Mia’s desk sometimes. It happens, and normally it wouldn’t bother her, even coming home from work this late. Even after she spent all evening cleaning up the cafeteria in the community center after some kind of Bean Incident none of the kids would blab about, no matter how much she tried to wheedle it out of them.

Anyway. That’s not what bothers her. The thing that bothers her, actually, doesn’t hit until the girl looks up at her. The hood of her sweatshirt falls back from her head, revealing a shock of bright pastel hair, and Mia doesn’t know anyone with that hair color but –

But she knows those soft brown eyes. She knows that dimple in the left cheek, accompanying the uncertain smile.

“Lian,” she says. “What. The fuck.”

And then she slaps a hand over her mouth, and the laughter spills between her fingers despite her best efforts. “I mean, shit, I shouldn’t — goddammit, Roy is going to be so mad at me for cussing, but I —what?”

“Um.” Lian shrugs. It is her, after all; her voice sounds exactly like Cheshire, somehow, but the way her eyes crinkle at the corners is all Roy. “Hi.”

Mia stumbles into the room, sets her duffle bag to the ground with a thump that feels more like an earthquake. She drops down onto her unmade bed and stares – not bothering to hide her astonishment, her disbelief – at Lian, somehow so much older, somehow exactly the same.

“If I’m being haunted, you legally have to tell me,” Mia insists.

Lian shrugs. The toes of her sneakers drag against the floor as she kicks her feet, hands gripping the sides of her seat. “Nope. Not a ghost.”

Well. It’s not as weird as it sounds, probably. Roy had come back, and Ollie had, too, hadn’t he? But Mia… Mia had been there when Lian died. Sort of. Or at least, it was her not being there that had done it, and she’d done everything she could to find a loophole, but there had never been one. Nothing. She’d been gone; it had sat in Mia’s stomach like a weight, like a rock she’d swallowed and couldn’t spit back out.

“Clone?” she tried.

Lian shook her head. “Mm-nn.”

“Hallucination.”

“Nope.”

“Prank?”

“Only from the universe.”

“Alternate dimension.”

“Maybe.”

“Well,” Mia said.

And then she swallowed.

And then her breath came out in a flurry of hysterical giggles again, a fountain she just couldn’t stop, and she dropped her face into her hands and let the flood come, let it pour out of her chest like an open wound.

“Fuck,” Mia hissed. “I—Fuck me. God. Lian, does Roy, does your dad know?”

Lian hums her confirmation. “He’s on the roof. He and Uncle Connor brought me to see you.”

“They’re…?” Mia pushes off the bed and stomps over to the window. She throws open the glass and leans out, looking upward.

Sure enough, a grappling hook arrow is hooked into the brick of her building with a rope dangling down. That must be how Lian got in. Mia should really start locking her windows, but it’s just so much easier to make a quick escape that way instead of going out the front door.

She doesn’t give a fuck about the neighbors, so she shouts as loud as she can. “Hey! Assholes!”

Two heads peek over the edge at her, one with shaggy red hair and one with a series of blonde braids. Connor, at least, has the decency to wave. Roy just raises an eyebrow at her, like she’s the one inconveniencing him.

Ugh. Brothers.

“What the fuck?” she shouts. “How did she get so tall?”

Roy snorts, and it echoes off the building next door. “Blame the multiverse, or something!”

“I can hear you,” Lian offers.

Mia waves a hand. “Shut up, I’ll deal with you in a minute. The adults are speaking.”

Lian huffs, and Mia can practically hear the eyeroll. As if she doesn’t get enough crap from the kids she works with all damn day, now she’s got a bratty teenager who’s going to be expecting a cool aunt she can come play hooky with, or whatever kids do. Mia wouldn’t know; she didn’t exactly have aunts and uncles to set an example.

“Can you at least come down here and walk me through it, instead of sitting around like two old farts at a chess tournament?” Mia demands.

On the streets below, someone must take offense to their big family reunion. Mia hears the distant – but distinct – sounds of someone telling her to shut the fuck up, lady! from the sidewalk.

Star City. Gotta love it.

“Fine, fine,” Connor says. He’s still smiling, though, and she watches as he pulls a rope arrow from his quiver. “Give us a second. Arsenal’s not as young as he once was.”

Roy lets out some kind of offended comment at that, Mia’s sure, but she doesn’t pay him any attention. Instead, she turns to face Lian again and all but tackles her, trapping her head in the bend of an elbow and ruffling her hair as she squeals.

“And you, you little brat,” Mia says, holding on tight as Lian laughs and tries to wriggle free, “are going to tell me everything.”

#arrowfamweek2023 #arrowfam week #mia dearden #lian harper #arrowfam #EHHHH WHO NEEDS CONTINUITY. #this is only a stretch because roy is here. bc based on [REDACTED] he may not be when mia shows up #ASSUMING mia shows up #but i'm going to IGNORE all of that #in favor of mia and lian #roy harper #connor hawke #fic.tb

[weepingnightmarepeanut]

Is Gege aware that it’s possible to write character development without killing off characters?

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk leaks #jjk 259 #This is like the 6th time he’s done this with Yuji (Junpei Nanami Nobara Higurama Gojo (kinda) and now Choso). #He’s done this with a bunch of other characters too #Yuki died for Chosos character development #Tsumiki and Gojo (kinda) for Megumis. #Rika for Yuta (this is a stretch but his ‘big moment’ in jjk0 came right after Maki Inumaki and Panda got hurt) #Geto and Toji (kinda) for Gojo #Mai Naoya and a bunch of other Zenin for Maki #And I’m not saying that all of these are bad but it’s a pattern and it makes it hard to care for characters and relationships #Like I’m expecting Todo to get killed off now😭 #and people have been theorising about Choso dying for Yuji for months now #gege when i catch you gege #rip Choso you will be missed

[cat-mentality]

Pol remembers everything.

He doesn't speak about it of course, not when he realizes how unfriendly those new Islanders are about the Federation, but he knows very well who he is and what happened before.

The ice was.... Uncomfortable, not exactly his desired outcome for any of them, but given the circumstances Pol admits it could have been worse, it's just generally better to not think about those things at all, the ice happened but it's over now.

The more they forget about what happened the better.

None of the others seem to remember anything, a pity really since Pol would be interested in talking about some things with young Nikki or with Bagi, Bagi in particular used to lead some very interesting missions on her days, but both of them don't seem to recall him or their previous job.

Well, a shame really. But he supposes that the Federation must have their reason for wiping their memories. Far from him to try to insert himself into things that are none of his business.

Pol is retired. As much as one can be while still living on the Island at least, and he is happy with how things are going now, with being left to do his own things while occasionally being called to touch up on some previous jobs or to create something new, the excitement of being needed never fading away.

Pol remembers everything even if he is not going to disclose that information to anyone.

Tubbo doesn't remember anything.

He can't.

They wouldn't allow it.

It's too dangerous, too volatile, too unpredictable.

It's been many years, decades, so much that most of the workers, even the high ranking ones, do not know about what happened. The ones who did, well they are mostly long gone, destroyed alongside all of the written reports.

The Federation went to great lengths to erase Tubbo from memory.

They couldn't allow him to be remembered by anyone, let alone himself. Many had argued that he should have been killed, others that he should have been buried somewhere else, somewhere no one would ever be able to find him again, but those had lost- He was too valuable, the ones with the final say had determined, his skills unmatched, they couldn't risk losing him and not finding someone to take his place.

Replacing him isn't the same as replacing the workers. 

So Tubbo was allowed to live.

Frozen, his memories wiped, all traces of his existence erased from records, most of those who knew him, knew of him, erased alongside it, some few, too valuable for the same fate, embraced the offer to be made to forget instead.

(Pol looks at Tubbo and frowns.

He knows this kid.

There is something disturbingly familiar about him, about his smiles, about his loud voice, about his joy and his laughter.

Something even more familiar about his rage. About the craziness shining in bright eyes, in the smile that shows too many teeth, in the easiness he can craft machines of mass destruction, in how willing he is to put them to use.

Pol asks Cucurucho about it, once. 

The bear does not answer him directly but Pol is not stupid. He can understand the "stop asking" left implicitly in the message.)

Tubbo doesn't remember anything.

But Cucurucho does.

He looks at the boy and a part of him, the part that is capable of feeling, burns with anger.

He remembers what that boyish charm hides.

He remembers the devil hidden in his smile.

He remembers how hard it was to put a stop to him the first time.

And he hates that he was brought back with the others, that the higher ups cannot seem to want to give up on someone they know they cannot predict or control.

It has to be different this time.

He needs to feel fear, he needs to be afraid of the Federation and it's power, he needs to be beaten down so hard that he could never consider getting up again.

The Federation needs his skills, not his spirit.

How unfortunate then, that this time Tubbo is walking a path where the Federation is his enemy. When he was their employee, when he was one of the higher ranking members despite his young age, he was a weapon, a loose cannon that they could barely keep in check, too dangerous to let loose, too valuable to kill, too unstable to be properly efficient, but he was still bound to them.

It's worse now.

Cucurucho looks at the bright eyes and defiant smile and plots. He keeps his gun closer than usual, and satisfaction bleeds on his smile when the light on those mismatched eyes dims just a bit, when hesitation is made known even if for a second, when he freezes, when he flinches upon seeing him.

Good.

The boy is as defiant as always but there are cracks on him now and not having his memories means he lost the ability to fall back on his arrogance, on the acknowledgement that he was too valuable. He is vulnerable now, just a reckless young man who can be broken. Who will be.

Cucurucho looks at a worker with a bleeding heart and questionable actions and pretends he doesn't see anything. Better the mechanic sees them as equals, as things to care about, than as disposable pieces of a machine, as enemies.

Better he has something to lose.

Cucurucho looks at a lost child and his smile gets wider, showing teeth. He feels satisfied with a job well done, with how things have fallen into place at least.

Tubbo will fall in line. He will behave, like he has never done before, because if he doesn't.... Well a little collateral damage can be easily justified, no one will really miss a broken worker or a spare egg.

#i 'cooked' this from thin air this is like a kids play dough meal #it's real in literally no place but my own mind #but i REALLY enjoy the idea that the frozen players were all ex Federation workers #and they were not frozen as a punishment but maybe to save them from something more dangerous #not tubbo tho #that was totally a punishment #also particular headcannon of mine that carre and bagi were frozen in different moments than the others #and tubbo was frozen before any of them #like WAY earlier like when Pol was young type of early #qsmp tubbo #qsmp theory #qsmp #qsmp polispol #also theory may be a stretch

[zombiemollusk]

suddenly decided i needed goth ishizu somewhere in my life and i've been wanting to draw this pairing anyway so tiny visionshipping

#if tumblr stretches it out and makes it all blurry then click on it for notblurries #visionshipping #mai kujaku #mai valentine #ishizu ishtar #yugioh #my art #fashion #they don't really talk in canon but i feel like they'd have a great dynamic

[salaciousdoll]

Me reading other people fics in like forever and then reading “ picked you up with ease”, “ your petite or small frame”, “ blushed a bright red” yes I know some black people can blush but still uh uh, “ he looked down at you”, “ You’re shorter than”, etc.

“Who this fa?” 😭

#I keep trying to read character x reader tags and the majority has that #reasons why I created my name to basically be a household name for chubby readers #if it ain’t already then it’s getting there #black readers too but that one may be a stretch considering there mountains of talented ass black writers #shoutout to you all #and that’s why ladies and gentlemen you search what type of reader you want and if you can’t find too many make some #inspire the rest if you can

[nyaatsuko]

so like basically maple supremacy is what im saying

#i dont even know if maple and midori have a ship name #all relationships connected to midori is toxic af #its kind of funny midori isnt even that hot #well #actually im not going to elaborate on that #by the way midori is asexual #please #he does NOT he. h e dos not . PLE ASE. #maple is bi im still trying to find a good ship for her #im thinking mai? #but i feel like thats stretching it :( #am i going to have to make maple a girlfriend to cope with this emptiness #your turn to die #midori yttd #ship chart #maple yttd #keishin #shin tsukimi yttd #sou hiyori yttd #keiji shinogi yttd #kimi ga shine #yttd #soushin

[springlock-suits]

Fnaf-tober | Day 27: FNAF Movie

The fnaf movie was so good you guys!!!!!!! DEFINITELY going to draw more Steve Raglan in the future, so for this prompt I decided to go for something that I probably won't draw in the future. Enjoy a bb and my very silly little theory

Fnaf-tober by Miiilowo

#my art #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie spoilers #five nights at freddy's movie spoilers #balloon boy #i do definitely think garret was the one who said come find me. bb may be a stretch tho #bc like. Garrett was the only kid we never saw. we dont know what happened to him at all #another guess would be springtrap #due to sl mike saying he was going to find his father. but i believe the garrett more #esp since the letters like that are a kids souls thing #cpuld also be the puppet. for sure #those are the 3 main options i think #i hope its garrett i want to see what happened to him #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #eye contact #edit: good call on my end to draw this now. because ive already debunked it for myself 👍. 'come find me' was absolutely the puppet #probs still could be garret tho. who knows

[hirazuki]

I finally got around to working out my full-body design for Námo!

The second image is inspired by a scene in this lovely fic by @melkors-defense-attorney, which is hands down the most adorable, wholesome, precious Námo scene I have ever read ♡

#namo #mandos #silmarillion #tolkien #my art #hira draws tolkien #inspirations for his design are all over the place #but shoutout to kou ki//jin (aka. the most elegant masked man ever) whose pose i shamelessly stole XD #stretching the drawing muscles after two months and man i think i'm still burned out from that comic lmao #i have so much i want to draw and my list is only getting longer but; i may have to be conservative with the pace ^^;

[variousqueerthings]

I think it's also interesting to see how things change depending on the time in which they're being engaged with. so I see things about rose today that point out that she's written to be 19 when she meets the doctor and that's a big age difference (which... I understand the point is it's a big age difference because billie piper was 23 and eccleston was 40, and then dtennant was like 34/35 when he started which isn't so big of a shift but anyway the optics I get what people are getting at, but also I think it does oversimplify a lot of what's actually going on in the written dynamic, anyway-)

and also that the rtd run's Themes start coming together properly around s3 (although they are present from day one), and in some ways at this point, because nu!who has been running for... fuckn. actually quite a few years, which is wild to me as someone who started watching as a kid, and I wonder if classic!who fans felt the same way about their show and anyway -- she shifts from being Literally The First Companion You'd Seen For 17 Years (not counting the movie and fan things and the sketch) Who Was Defining A New Era For A New Generation to... a companion

comparable to other companions, comparable to the rest of the show

we sift through the writing to see what worked and what didn't (in our opinion), and we know how the ten-and-rose storyline Really ends, and how the ten storyline ends (sort, of because now that doctor and donna are Back), and we know what happens afterwards, and we talk about tenrose with a 2020s eye, and rose is "just" one of the people that travels with the doctor, one of several, and notably the one who gets most of the sunshiney doctor that buries a lot of the (wonderfully portrayed) angst of the latter half of the rtd show, and doesn't have as much lore as everything after that, so the story is "just" more simple overall

and to me she's kind of incapable of being just that. doctor who was still a risk that first season, it wasn't a done deal that it would have legs at all, never mind that it would continue for as long as it has. rose was created to be the Face of what nu!who was, moreso than nine/eccleston, because even with the extra angst and the eccleston gravitas, we know the doctor, the doctor is established, it's not actually the doctor that needs to sell what the new show is going to become and what the Feel of that new show is going to be (I mean, partly ofc, but-)

rose was doing so much heavy lifting and she succeeded! she was the face of who before dtennant or any other doctor or companion of his era and subsequent eras. she was created to appeal to a demographic of girls who wanted someone relatable in science fiction, because rtd wanted this to be for the girls, and billie piper came into it off the back of being a popstar and it changed her entire trajectory (for the better I think/hope -- there's a lot of bad shit in billie piper's past and I'm always sending her a fond thought)

nine/ten-and-rose were It! not calling it romantic or platonic or any secret third thing (haunting the narrative), but simply It! that's why it has so much staying power as a ship (which, my opinion on shipping has been somewhat *eh shrug* in later years, but in early-days when that was how you engaged with dynamics that got to you, of course it was going to be massive). it's so hard to properly describe how "for the time in which it was made" that this dynamic was written for, and how successful it was. it was rose that breathed doctor who -- and the doctor's character -- to life, as much as herself

she sets the stage for everything that comes next, both within and without the show proper

and I'm always so pleased that rtd at the time was thinking about what was needed to create this character and he opened with a shot from a girl on the estate with messy hair, clumpy eyeliner, and a minimum wage job, and went "that's the girl who's going to go on the adventure of a lifetime, that's the girl we're seeing the story through and relating to, because that's what girls (and uh... those who were girls at the time - and their parents and the boys) should be seeing."

I know rose isn't the first working class companion including classic!who, but she set the tone for nu!who and her family and background are important to why she is who she is, and is explored

"I've got no A-levels, no job, no future-" said the girl about to see the universe

she was very much for teenagers, and so she reads differently when you're an adult watching it back (much like those "teenager saves the world," novels you loved as a kid), but that's why she's 19 at the beginning. that's why she's billie piper (who does a perfect job). she was there to bring a new generation into this story, and it was perfect. and then she grows up. and we grew up. and she had adventures and it was brilliant and she survived and she made a life for herself. that's her story

#doctor who #dw #rose tyler #of course 2005 who is a simpler story #and of course rose is basically still a kid #because it was (is?) for the kids who were going to be taken along for a much much bigger story over a longer space of time #when i started watching i didnt know what a dalek or a timelord or a tardis was #and i didnt know what sort of adventures dw was known for and ofc nobody watching knew where it would go #it was brand new -- rose in my head is always that brand newness #before you get to the more complex narratives of martha and donna #and the more in-depth lore of s5-onwards #there was a girl on an estate seeing the future stretch on and on -- and then she embraced the future and grew up #and it wasn't all happy all the time of course and the ending may have been quite bittersweet but that's also growing up #it's a growing up story that isn't depressing! crucially! #and yeah it includes falling in love with an incarnation of a near-immortal alien and getting with that alien's other human self #and also inhabiting some element of a godlike being/self that maintains an eternal connection with said alien in some way #it's a bit fanfic-y for good reason #i cannot overstate how much she means to me Because i saw her as a kid and she made the future seem possible #long post

[dragqueenpentheus]

ordered a necklace a a week ago and promised myself i wouldnt open it until i finished writing my novel.

i finished my novel last night. the necklace arrived in the mail this morning.

#SIGNS AND SIGNALS BABY #ALL IM SEEING #irl #'novel' is a SMALL STRETCH BUT. MAY GET THERE BY NEXT DRAFT.

[scrollll]

Okay... so what happened to Nant after Phop knocked him out? Because he was found naked somewhere else AND died of an overdose and not strangulation...

#i mean the authorities did not look for a murderer #and i may stretch a little but if you strangle someone and push him down there will be marks of a fight on the body #signs of struggle and such that indicates that there was a fight #but there was not a word about it #all thought Nant died of his own fault and overdosed #now... who gave him the overdose? #playboyy the series #playboyy #too much thoughts inside my head #also how could've Phop moved Nants body somewhere else? this is a heavy object you try to cover so how???

[hedgehog-moss]

Doesn’t Pyrgus look like a bored gangly teenage boy here? He was a baby five minutes ago and suddenly he’s a grown-up llama

Thankfully if you pick a less flattering angle he is still 100% baby.

#crawling along #poldine got a post all to herself the other day so it was gus's turn #he may or may not be stretching his neck to make himself look taller in the first pic