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More silly doodles of the Pillars! Seriously, I would watch a spin off of Howdy's family. They have so much character!
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rainydrawstuff · 2 months
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been practicing how to draw cats so I did a thing 🥺
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ruesyblues · 2 years
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Jason: Dick is making us write a card for Bruce's birthday and it is not going well.
Damian: How about "Best of luck for the next forty years"?
Tim: He's forty, Damian
Damian: Yes, the average life expectancy is eighty
Tim: No you can't write that
Tim: "Thank you for being a good father"?
Jason: Hmm we shouldn't lie
Tim: True
Damian: "Your parenting has been within acceptable parameters"
Jason: Has it though?
Damian: "Many happy returns for many years that I'm sure you will have"
Jason: That still sounds oddly threatening
Damian: "I hope you have a happy day and... many subsequent years"
Dick: Stop making it sound like he's dying!
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fanaticalthings · 2 years
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I think the reason why I like Battinson so much is because I feel like this version of Bruce is the most likely to cry when it comes to like, anything, but especially his kids.
I always make jokes about how all it takes is for one mean comment from his kids for Bruce to start absolutely bawling, but I actually could see this happening with Battinson, but instead of crying when his kids bully him, he just cries when they do, well, anything.
Like this man looks like he's about to cry 24/7, so imagine him with 6 hyperactive, intelligent, sassy and adorable children?? He would not survive, they'd tear him apart, but especially with overwhelming love lmao
Everytime he signs adoption papers, he cries. Doesn't matter if he's done it a million times.
His kids want him to read them a bedtime story? He's holding back tears.
Kids want a hug? Totally not crying haha.
Seeing any of his kids with various accomplishments? Tears of pride, no matter how many achievements they reach.
Kid gently implies they'd like to be left alone? Bruce is immediately all "oh no they hate me I did something wrong what did i do do i apologize should i tell them i love them am i a bad parent-" He def has separation anxiety with all of his kids.
Basically anytime any of them call him "dad"? He's hiding in his study to cry out all the overflowing affection within him.
Like I genuinely feel like this Bruce would be the most emotionally vulnerable with his kids. Like he'd be SO soft with them. I bet he's always happy to do little things for/with them, like brushing their hair, eating breakfast with them, watching TV, playing with Legos, etc.
I could see him being the most attentive father, always being cautious and trying to make sure he's doing everything right as a parent. I need to see him cuddle his kids.
DC needs to let Battinson have a Robin because I know that man would drop anything for his children.
and dont get me started on how absolutely devastated this Bruce would be if one of his kids got hurt (and imagine how anguished he becomes after Jason's death)
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rockabye-billy · 1 year
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Harringrove and Max meet “Addams Family Values” bacause frankly - that’s the dynamic they deserved.
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fairydrowning · 1 year
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Oranges By Jean Little, Christopher Citro, "Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks", "Peace Is Every Step" Book by Thich Nhat Hanh, Picture is from the Pinterest, "We Are Okay" Novel by Nina LaCour, "How the simple art of cutting fruit can be an act of love" Perspective by Daniela Galarza in the Washington Post (published on July 25), Picture is from the Pinterest, Serious Concerns book by Wendy Cope, Both pictures are from the Pinterest
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singlecrow · 1 month
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If your response to "Harry Potter is the creation of a violent transphobe" is "well actually I never liked it anyway" your concern is with your moral defensibility rather than its transphobia
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poppy5991 · 3 months
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Dabi: *staring at his missing poster*
Dabi: They chose the ugliest photo of me in existence. And I can’t even yell at them for it because I’m supposed to be dead.
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dantelionwishes · 2 years
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each person has their own secret to hide from society...
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jinx58062 · 14 days
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when is it my turn to get taken cared of? im tired of always providing but never receiving…
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brokenstar28 · 5 months
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Sleep Deprived #3
Tim: Ok, There is a pack of wolves and there is another pack of wolves and one is trying to take over the other's territory. Then there are ninjas that kidnap me, I turn into a cat and there is this monster and we get free then I find my evil brother who is a wizard and he kidnapped my older sister and tried to turn her evil with this dark-magic sword then-
Damian: I really don't want to hear this story.
Tim: Then the ninjas come back and-
Damian: There are ninjas?
Tim: Yes. From the beginning.
Damian: *starting to walk away*
Tim: Listen! LISTEN!!!
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six-white-venus · 3 months
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the worst trait of me and my family is probably this: we never learned to say the word sorry.
i) my best friend and i, we are no people. knives? maybe. liars? definitely. but people? i’m not so sure.
knives were never forged to be tender (what a shame, what a shame) and we too, fall and slay what we meant to protect. him and i, we go for the throat when we clash. we hurt and bleed and oh, i should be terrified, i should be running for my life, but all i am is tired and a bit lonely and would really like his arms around me.
( “can we please stop fighting now.”
“oh god yes please.”)
because time and time again, this man has held my heart in his hands and cleaned its festering wounds with cotton dipped in alcohol (always the healer, always the lover) and wrapped gauze around them with clinical precision. and i have walked through the maze of his head and tended to his withering garden, have dragged the sun and fresh air and all the oceans to the barren land to make it bloom (always the poet, always the lover).
him and i, we have never needed words because we are knives forged in the same fire and at the end of the day, we both know that he will be the one who wordlessly stitches my broken heart and i will be the one who sings him to sleep.
ii) let me paint you a picture:
blue that fades into red that fades into black that fades into blue that fades into red. loud, clashing and nonsensical. a pit in your stomach that was dug with desperation and blunt fingernails. how do you colour anger that is also pain, grief, hate, love, fear and truth? the smell of the paint is foul and clogs your windpipes. blunt fingernails and blue and black and madness. can you bear to look at what you created without flinching?
that’s what anger looks like on my father. a horror. a mottled bruise. a hellfire.
all his life, my father has been scorned, belittled, beaten, spat on. his mother didn’t love him right because her mother didn’t love her right. my dad loves like he hates. something is fucked in his head and heart and his words fade into black and blue and red and this shitshow always ends with me sobbing, bleeding, dying on the floor. my father watches with his hackles raised and his eyes red and wide and glowing. once wounded, an animal never sheathes its claws. it strikes the ones it loves and walks away with its head held high and hands trembling.
but here’s what happens when the curtains close: he pulls me into his arms and brings me tea. he wipes away my tears with hands that has moved mountains to make me smile. he kisses my forehead and tells me that his mom didn’t love him right. my grief is like anger and indignation and love. i wrap my arms around him and cry all the tears he never had the luxury to. who should say sorry, really? is it him or his mom or his mom’s mom or this stupid fucking world? my father has never said the word sorry. he never needed to. this is what love looks like on us. a horror. a mottled bruise. a hellfire.
iii) despite it all, i am not usually an angry person. i take after my father and my mother, after all. i rage like my mother (quick, loud, fire that burns out almost as quickly as it sparked to life) and fight like my father (aim, shoot, bullseye). my sister does something even mildly upsetting and before i know it, i’m cursing her to be miserable till she dies. not even an hour later i’m draping myself over her shoulder and bugging her till she rolls her eyes and smiles ever so slightly.
(“do you have no shame?”
“yeah no i don’t think so.”)
my family and i, we never learned to say the word sorry. because the word sorry never meant sorry, not to us. because at the end of the day, that’s all it is: a word. and it sticks to the back of my tongue and the dents of my molars and gets tangled in my mouth when i try to spit it out. so i grab it by its throat and thread it into my being. i find it so much easier to hide my pathetic inability to do one thing that doesn’t scream that there's something wrong with me with the truth of another three words:
“i love you”
and they are always echoed back to me, just a few million times more tender, in ways only we can understand.
“yeah, i know.”
“that’s great, but there’s no escaping dishes duty.”
“oh, shut up, you.”
“what’s that for?”
a pause and a hum.
“i love you too.”
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thegreatmelodrama · 22 days
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I feel like in media it’s very typical to see characters in a high school setting and then their life magically works out and they go to their dream school or there’s a time jump and we see them fresh out of college. And those stories are important because of course it’s normal to struggle in high school (and hey that’s the target audience). But what I love about Nancy Drew, is we get to see what happens after high school and from the perspective of someone who doesn’t have things “magically workout”. We get to see a “high school burnout”; someone who had all of these hopes and dreams and plans, only for life to not turn out the way they expected. We see her struggle with grief and mental health. We see her figuring out who this person is that she has become and accepting that her identity and her worth aren’t tied to those plans she had for herself. And it’s SO refreshing to see because it’s such a real experience and struggle that people face (myself included).
Furthermore, the same can be said for the other members of the Drew Crew as well. We see characters who all are dealing with their own hardships and trauma all of which have some part that is deeply relatable. We see experiences like not living up to parents’ expectations, relationship trauma, having to take on too much responsibility from a young age, a desire to have a family, learning self-forgiveness, and figuring out what one’s purpose is (and so much more). The show starts with a group of people who started out not where they thought they would be in life and we get to see them grow and develop through their experiences with one another and figure out this crazy thing called life.
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murasaki-cha · 11 months
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Cale: Croissants: dropped
Sui Khan: Road: works ahead
Choi Jung Soo: BBQ sauce: on my titties
Choi Han: Shavacado: fre
Alberu: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead
Heavenly Demon:
Heavenly Demons: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
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Tokoyami: This is my favorite song! Turn it up, please.
Kirishima: *Turning the song up warily on his computer* This is your favorite song?
Tokoyami: Yes! It's complicated and has a lot of layers to it -
Bakusquad: *Materializes out of nowhere to belt out the chorus in SoCal accents*
Bakusquad: DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME ON ME YOU'RE ALREADY THE VOICE INSIDE MY YEAAAADDDD!
Kirishima: Your favorite song is "I Miss You" by Blink-182?
Tokoyami: This band is full of complex layers and artistry.
Dark Shadow: Yeah! They have true musical passion within their souls!
Kirishima: *Glances at his laptop to see the next Blink-182 song queued up is "Family Reunion."*
Kirishima: Yeah....ok.
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