#raise good humans

[faeriekit]

The Foster Mother

Now on ao3 and VHS release

There was, supposedly, someone waiting for him in the green sitting room.

“…Why?” Tim asked. Most of the usual suspects had already come by to give their “condolences”—former Drakes Industries investors, curious about the newly orphaned heir; fellow socialites, once again flocking in to give and receive sympathies for their “close friends, the Drakes”; gawkers come to see what they could scavenge off of a dead family’s home, never mind that their child was alive.

“She claims to know you, Master Tim,” Alfred offered, kettle in his hand. He spent a moment deciding between different two canisters of tea; a sign of possibly difficult future conversation. “Her interest in your father's estate seemed quite…minimal.”

…Alright.

Tim was still in his formalwear. Dissolving Drake Industries would take at least another year, and plenty of future hours cementing the future home of certain resources in their dissolution, but the outfit probably was more appropriate for whatever oncoming conversation that was about to ensue than his planned change into Dick’s old hoodie and board shorts.

Okay. Tim steeled himself. The self-determination…mostly worked. Whatever. He trudged up into the green sitting room from the kitchen with his usual introduction ready on his tongue.

And then Tim walked into the room.

And then Jazzy was there.

*

Tim had been three, and Miss Jasmine had been his had been his third nanny. He’d outgrown the wetnurse early on, and his second nanny had been dismissed, so although Miss Jasmine was the third nanny, she was first nanny Tim could consciously remember.

She’d had red hair. She’d been very gentle with him.

She got him up in the morning and put him to bed at night; for the first time, there had been someone who sat with him until he was asleep, reading all sorts of books his parents had left to engage him with as an early genius. Then, when those were over and done as promised to his parents, they got unauthorized books from the library: silly books with made-up words, dinosaur books, books about teddy bears and adventures around the world.

Tim hadn’t been allowed to travel the world. Tim hadn’t been allowed a teddy bear. His parents had thought it would encourage undue attachment.

(It had been the same reason he’d never been given a pacifier.)

Miss Jazz had given him a knitted bunny. She’d said her dad had made it especially for him.

The toy’s name was Bunny and Tim remembered him being very soft.

She didn’t smile all the time, but smiles were rewards that were easy to earn. He finished his meal and she smiled. He finished an educational puzzle and she smiled. He was quiet all through her phone call and she smiled, and answered all his questions once she was done.

Jazzy had been the first person in his life who was there all the time. She’d kissed his forehead after the bath and kissed his scraped knees; she’d carried him in his arms when he was tired and sometimes even when he wasn’t. His parents had wanted him to be independent, proactive, and not clingy, but Jazzy had been someone who he could run to from his bed when he’d had nightmares and someone he could cuddle on her lap with when he’d cried.

She was gone when he was seven. He didn’t remember why. His parents had probably never told him, but still; he'd assumed he'd have found out why eventually.

Jazzy looked the same right now as she looked in Tim’s memories, although she was likely no longer a college student at a nannying gig. Her red hair was pulled into a high bun, her dress modest and conservative from her neck to her ankles. There was a backpack beside her foot. She was sitting, one leg crossed over the other, on the high-backed loveseat in the green sitting room.

She looked up when he came in.

Tim. Stopped in his tracks.

It didn’t matter. Jazzy—Miss Jasmine stood up as soon as she saw him, eyes alight with worry. Foggy memories were swimming to the forefront of Tim’s brain. He couldn’t move.

“Tim?” Ja—Miss Jasmine asked, teal eyes raking over his frame. Tim froze where he was. He didn’t move, wide-eyed and terrified for no reason at all when Miss Jasmine got closer to him, at a distance that was more appropriate for a conversation.

She stood there. Watching him. It felt like his mother had just come home from her trips with Dad, and a ghost of old terror wafted through him as he waited for her to decide he’d done something wrong. Her voice got softer. Her eyes got softer. Why was Tim feeling so wrong-footed?? It was only a former staff person!

“Tim?” her voice was so gentle. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m—“

“M’s Jazz,” Tim croaked. Which. Wasn’t the level of formality he’d been going for, but better than Jazzy. He wasn’t a toddler anymore.

Miss Jasmine was so tall—honestly, was she taller than Bruce? She’d seemed insurmountable as a child; he hadn’t expected her height to truly be so statuesque as an adult.

(Or. Well. Almost an adult.)

She didn’t quite kneel down, but she did stoop lower, as if Tim was small and he needed to be on equal footing in order to have a serious conversation.

He could see all her freckles. Tim swallowed. It was too familiar. Everything about her was too familiar.

“You’re so big now,” Jazzy whispered, looking at his hair, his suit, his polished shoes. He didn’t feel it. “Oh, you’ve grown up so well.”

Thanks, Tim almost said. Something stopped him—something thick in his throat, to impassable to break through.

“I—“ he tried. He coughed. “Why…you… You’re here?”

Jazzy threw him an incredulous look, and then an incredibly wry one. “Well,” she drawled a little too primly, in the way that Alfred occasionally made obvious statements, “I’d think it obvious that when one’s parents have passed away, that those who care about you might come to check and see if you’re alright.”

Which. That didn’t make sense. Jazzy hadn’t come back for any other reason; she hadn’t come back for his mother’s funeral, nor when his father was injured publicly by a villain. Why start now?

“And,” Jazz added, seeing his visual confusion and distrust, “Your parents can’t exactly threaten me with a kidnapping charge for visiting you when they’re dead.” Pause. “Which I am sorry about. My condolences.”

Which. Whiplash. What a statement.

“Uh,” said Tim, who was rapidly losing control over the situation.

Jazzy stood again, and went back to her seat; she didn’t set herself down, though, as she only stooped to grab her backpack. “I am sorry for being unable to visit, although I really wanted to; you were at a very vulnerable age and had already moved into a class a year above you, and your parents should have been less hasty about replacing your main caretaker. The assassination attempts were unwarranted, but they did drive the point home that attempting contact was perhaps discouraged.”

“What,” said Tim. “Assassin what.”

“They were ninjas,” Jazzy offered, as if that was an answer. “Except the last one, which was a former marine. The point is that I do care about you, and wanted to ask if you had any idea where you’re going now that your parents are no longer…available guardians.”

Tim’s mouth opened. It closed.

Jazzy waited patiently.

“…How have you been?” Tim tried, resorting to a part of the script they hadn’t gone through yet.

Jazzy’s laugh was tired, but no less real. It was nothing like listening to his parents titter politely; he didn’t think Jazzy would even know how to fake a laugh. “Well, my brother told me that my former bosses had died, which was somewhat stressful. Otherwise, I’m pretty happy: I live with my brother and worked with him for the last few years. I was going to pursue medicine, but…well. The assassination attempts made it hard to interview for scholarships. I suppose that I could return to that now,” Jazzy mused, attention now elsewhere. She pulled the backpack off the floor and up into her grip. She opened it, and flipped through its contents. “How are you doing? I know that Wayne Manor fosters, but your parents were always rather…hands off. I thought the difference in levels of attention might be overwhelming.”

It was. Tim should be surprised how clearly she sees through him—

—But Jazzy used to watch him stim for almost a full hour after school, twisting Bunny’s arms back and forth until he could calm down. Seeing other people all day had been too much for him. Coming home from his parents’ parties had been similarly stressful.

She’d never been mad at him for it. She held him while he talked and stimmed and talked and talked and talked, and brushed his hair sometimes, or if it was very late and he was very young, helped him brush his teeth through all the medieval execution facts he could name.

“It is a lot to get used to,” Tim agreed quietly. He didn’t want to be ungrateful. He didn’t want to let on anyone about his plan to leave.

He had an out. The papers had already been filed; there was an actor waiting to play his uncle for a custody battle, ready for the fight.

Tim was ready to up and go. It was no hardship to leave all the good things here; anything beat making Bruce stick his fingers into Tim any deeper than they already were, compromising the dynamic they’d already established.

It was for the best.

“I can imagine,” Jazzy sympathized easily. “And I wanted to offer—well. I know there’s probably a lot of choices available to you, but my brother and I recently moved back to Gotham proper for the time being. He’s teaching astronomy courses at the university and I’m filing paperwork for Arkham patients. It’s not so privileged a home, but it’s quieter, and more central in town.”

…Tim’s heart skipped.

He. He couldn’t stop staring. Jazzy stared back at him, quiet and sure. Sure of what, Tim had no idea, but…

Why? Why would she want Tim? There was no way she would be able to get to his trust fund without his help, and he for sure knew better than to enable her ability to leech from him. The last time she’d known him, Tim had been a snot-nosed kid who cried all the time and couldn’t be normal for twenty consecutive minutes. His parents couldn’t even stand to be on the same hemisphere as him as a child. What appeal did this have for her?? What could having a teenager with severe baggage living in her house do for her?

And it’s not like there was any chance she knew he was Robin!

“Oh,” Jazzy suddenly interrupted. “I brought these for you, by the way. Your parents had tossed them out at various points; I’ve washed them since, of course.”

She handed him the backpack by the handle.

…Tim peeked inside.

On top was Bunny, still a washed-out faded sort of pink. He looked as fresh as he had the day when Tim’s parents had ”cleaned out” Tim’s nursery—in other words, a faded, a little gray, and slightly discolored from an old spaghetti stain. His button eyes were big and blue.

And beneath him were books that hadn’t passed his father’s muster as appropriately masculine reading material: The Velveteen Rabbit, with the cover a little scarred from a fierce attack of wet wipes. There’s A Monster at the End of This Book, with a goofy-looking Muppet on the cover, gold spine beat up beyond belief. Art Tim’s teacher at the time must have laminated and sent home; Tim’s dorky, crayon cat proved he would never make it as an artist, but attached to it was a photograph of a grinning boy with a bowl cut and a missing tooth.

Tim stared. There’d been purple marker on his hands and face. His grin looked…really bad, actually, like as if he was baring his teeth because he didn’t know how to smile. There was no formal grace there. Nothing to show the neighbors, nothing worth framing to put into the line of sight of the investors in the office.

Jazzy had kept it and brought it home with her. Jazzy had fished it out of the trash, and brought it with her to give back to him in Gotham.

It was crinkled like it’d been folded, over and over again. Further down in the bag was a crumpled certificate dedicated to “Timmy Drake, for: knowing a lot about octopi”, and a baby blanket Tim didn’t even remember. It had rocket ships on it. It looked as if someone had cut into it with scissors, although it had been obviously and brightly mended with red embroidery floss later on.

Jazzy had only been his nanny until Tim was seven. She had simply been gone one night, and Mom and Dad had been home for ten nights after without help before giving in and hiring Mrs. McIlvane and Mrs. Edith. Ms. Edith had never been so…permissive…with Tim as Jazzy had been.

Tim swallowed. He carefully put everything back into the backpack, unsure if he even wanted to keep it or not. It wasn’t like he could leave it here; he’d be gone, ideally, before the week was out. There was no point in taking it with him if he only planned to live with a stranger until he was eighteen.

“J…” Tim tried. He cut himself off before he could get too informal without prompting. “Miss Jasmine—“

“Just Jazz,” Jazzy corrected politely.

“—Why are you here?” Tim asked, ignoring how she’d technically already answered. He didn’t believe her. “What made my parents fire you?”

Jazzy’s expression turned…soft. Tim couldn’t look at her. Something horrible was welling with it, and he didn’t know how to cope.

“I’m here because I care about you,” Jazz repeated, and knelt beside him. She looked up into his face, and took his hand. Tim didn’t know why. He was practically an adult—he didn’t need this!

“And I was fired because your Mother overheard you calling me ‘Mommy’ on accident when you were tired. I suppose she was insulted, although I’d never know why; it’s not like she was ever home to bond with you in the first place.”

Tim’s throat closed. He missed his mom. He missed waiting up for his parents’ flight home, seeing their headlights outside the window, and knowing they’d bring home gifts from overseas. He missed using Mom’s perfume, and knowing he’d used more of the bottle sitting on her dressed than she ever had, but that it still smelled like her. He missed hearing his Dad telling all sorts of adventure stories and promises through the phone to be home for the holidays, even if Tim knew there was every chance he’d find some other way to spend the time back in Gotham.

And there was some small child in him who missed Jazzy, who hugged him and walked him to the library and made him soup from a can instead of fancy dinners and, who’d never needed to be waited for in the first place.

Tim looked at Jazzy’s round, freckled face.

He swallowed.

Tim moved out before the end of the week, as expected.

#dp x dc #Jazz fenton #tim drake #that one time Tim specifically hired a fake uncle so that Bruce couldn't adopt him #free to a good home #Jack Fenton knits btw #I'm not going to continue this but i thought it was a cool premise and needed its time. Have fun with it if you want to! #this is dedicated to all the fulltime nannies at the library who are fully just college girls raising babies #dpxdc #dcxdp #Jazz said is anyone going to raise this baby and was targeted by ninjas for it #I don't have any future plans BUT there is a moment where Dick tries to sneak into her apt to 'check it out' and she fully Gets Him with a #TBI and a Fenton CreepStickTM #also. parents who try to shape their kids by denying them every form of human comfort and access to their interests. You're dead to me #also also also I'm still a Tim Drake Autistic truther #not NOT inspired by the Say Uncle by Megarakles. This one's for you fellow fans #also. if he goes with her. He gets parented for the first time ever and it Sucks Ass lol. #faer fic

[greenlaut]

son of adam

#good morning todays art is brought to you by thoughts of altaïr perceiving himself as inhuman for having isu genes #imagine being raised your entire life to herald death and then you find yourself betrayed #and suddenly you have to stand on your feet and learn how to be human #how do you speak? how would you communicate? youve learned the tongue of blades but at what cost? #(are you even human? can humans survive what youve went through? how much of you is a monster?) #my art #altaïr ibn la'ahad #malik al sayf #malik al-sayf #altair ibn la'ahad #assassins creed #assassin's creed #assassins creed 1 #assassin's creed 1 #asscreed #ac 1 #ac1 #altmal

[i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky]

Crowley needs another century-long nap

he's periscoping a lot, too!

+ snake vision addition (he's trying his best):

#good omens #goodomensedit #good omens edit #crowley #nina #david tennant #nina sosanya #i just think crowley having stargazing syndrome (or a human snake form of it) is so neat and fitting because #whenever he tries to look at the sky/stars it's just a sign that he's sick and it's his punishment. not only the shitty eyesight #but the IRONY of it all. a real punishment of not being able/allowed to raise his head (he's just a sick old snake <3)

[nelkcats]

Darling Boy

"The monster's gone, he is on the run and your Daddy is here" Croc sing to the boy in his arms "Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful boy"

"You are not a monster, Dad" Danny said sadly "I know all of the people here told you so, but it is not true"

"Close your eyes, have no fear" Killer Croc continued singing

"That's not how the letter goes" Danny frown, only days ago he discovered he was "rescued" by the Fentons, who called Waylon (His Dad, he was his Dad) a monster (They called him a Monster too, why why why); Many years ago they were in a convention on Gotham and after seeing him and his dad walking on the streets they considered his biological father a monster, they stole him because they saw his "humanity" and wanted to "save him" (They stole that humanity too, THEY KILLED HIM, WHY)

"Before you cross the street, take my hand" Waylon couldn't stop singing, if he stopped he would realize this was all a dream, his boy would be out of his hands again (Like those scientists who keep screaming and pointing him with guns, stealing his kid, calling him uncapable of taking care of a human baby, screaming about him being a monster trying to kill his baby, but the cops arrested him and not them WHY WHY WHY)

"Dad please, look at me" Danny was going to cry (This was his father, his real father who just discovered cause his "adoptive" parents didn't have his papers) "please look at me, I am here"

"I can hardly wait" Waylon feeled the tears leaving his eyes, he hugged the kid closer, waiting for him to disappear "to see you come of age" he lost so many years (They stole his baby, They stole his baby, THEY STOLE HIS BABY, WHY IS NOBODY STOPPING THEM, PLEASE HELP)

"Papa, please" the halfa started crying, this was a mess, even if he didn't inherited the meta gen from Waylon ¿how could he tell his father he was half dead? That people see him like a monster? The only thing his Papa didn't want for him? (They stole him, they killed him, they called his Papa a monster, they called HIM a monster and now, ¿will he be able to broke his Papa heart again? ¿To tell him the truth?) "Please, I am here"

"Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful boy" Waylon whispered the last part "See you in the morning" he opened his eyes but his kid was still there (His baby was back, his baby was back, justice didn't work BUT HIS BABY WAS BACK)

"I'm here Papa, and I will not leave this time" the halfa snuggled into his father's arms, finally feeling safe, protected (Finally at home)

On the other side of the street, the bats looked at "Killer Croc" (That was not his name, Waylon Jones was good before justice failed him, was it their fault?) crying and hugging a child tightly, but without hurting him, it seemed that he was hiding him from the world (Could anyone blame him?) and they could not bring themselves to interfere

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc x dp #killer croc #waylon jones #Basically Waylon is Dannys father #He was raising him since the mother threw the baby to him screaming that she was not going to raise a monster #He was having a normal and happy childhood #Croc is a good father #He always sing that song to this baby #Until one day the Fentons stole the baby claiming that he was a monster trying to eat him #And a Monster couldn't raise a human #You're not going to tell me that with all their wrong theories the Fentons wouldn't judge a human crocodile #Danny found out and escaped to Gotham with Jazz help #batman #detective comics #Also #Waylon's partner (Danny's mother) leave him when his Meta gen activated and he began to appear more crocodile than human

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

awesomecoffeeclub.com

#tumblr loves an ad #they love it when human beings masquerade as brands #and when consumers are told that they are discounted and insufficient humans #unless and until they consume more goods and services #drinking awesome coffee doesn't make you more human #or a better human #it doesn't improve your life #it just improves your coffee drinking experience #and raises money for charity

[idiotwithoutagoodname]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT MURIEL SAW THEM HAVING THEIR DIVORCE SCENE FROM THE OUSIDE OF THE SHOP AND DIDNT INTERFERE CUZ THEY TOLD THEM THAT THATS WHAT YOU DO WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE IN LOVE????

#well they said ‘humans’ but we all know that Crowley and Aziraphale are the humanest beings #they raised them so well #muriel good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #renew good omens #or else I’ll cry #Muriel the Bentley and I have all a thing in common and it is that we are all children of divorce #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens s2 spoilers #good omens s2

[lacilou]

Look!!! Really look. This man LISTENS. Not just hears.

#jared padalecki #spn family #mama raised him right #walkerverse #so attractive #such a good man #beautiful human being #pure sunshine

[lafoget]

the main difference between dick and tim is that dick believes in bruce as the man who took him in and passed on his moral beliefs and values to him, while tim believes in batman as a concept and idea

#dick: bruce raised me! he's a good man but wearing the cowl is like a burden that broke him! #if i become batman then the curse will pass to me too :\ #meanwhile tim: batman is the great protector of gotham but bruce is only human #and when he's broken. he turns batman into something dirty and bad #all we can do for him is delay the inevitable moment when he goes down #(only dick and cass are able to wear the mantle because they're perfect🥰🥰🥰) #also i'm broken too ;) and jason. and jean-paul. and *snorts* damian #dick grayson #tim drake #dick & tim #bruce wayne

[lady-charinette]

I cannot believe the Teen Wolf Movie forced me into my old Sterek phase

I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE AN OLD STEREK PHASE

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie #sterek #chatty charinette #listen i was always a derek and stiles fan but after seeing eli and the shit they pulled with derek and his complicated feelings #towards stiles' old jeep i turned into a ravenous sterek shipper #protect eli from scott pls #who tf thought giving eli to scott was a good idea #what about aunt malia or cora huh?? why not have them raise eli into a strong potentially new alpha who rebuilds the hale name and #grows up with the love and support his own family never experienced? that he is the one true hale that healed his past wounds #and the evidence of derek's humanity and acceptance bc that is 100% a sterek kid if I ever saw one #stiles being part of the FBI or the local sheriff's department while helping his son fight off supernatural creatures #derek hale #eli hale #stiles stilinski

[bestomato]

it’s so cute to me how when i evolved my partner and hero, the sprites became big enough to look like they’re touching each other’s noses (snouts??? idk the word..) right after they wake up LOL

#my art #pokemon #pmd #pmd eos #pmd explorers #pokémon #hero x partner #hero/partner #i have no idea if there’s like. a default tag for that #why does everything i like have like a billion ways to tag it. fuck #it we ball. #i dont even ship them that much but like. alright. this is kinda gay #after raising manaphy i think i started to view it and then i evolved them and thsi happens every mornin #sorry. ive got a one track mind. #also this game is making me a furry very quickly. sorry if you followed me for human art but #i’m currently Going through it #explorers of sky is just so good ok #i have been drawing humans just not been posting a lit overall #lot* #mostly on my sketchbook tbh. i would love to scan it someday and put it online #i like seeing sketchbooks

[hrokkall]

TEAR ME APART!!! TEAR ME APART SO I FEEL WHOLE!!!!!

#Inscryption #Inscryption Spoilers #James Cobb #Cw: #Blood #Gore #Is this the first James fanart? Not really an accomplishment but still #Anyway I don't know where I was going with this one #I just wanted to draw a dude who looks like he'd enjoy whatever the hell is happening in the console ARG #And then ended up with Toxic Slutch #(He's toxic slutch color because I like how most Mullinsverse NPCs have non-human skin tones despite being human. It's so fun to me) #I'll change the design if I ever draw this guy again (read: probably not) but I had to get the worm out of my brain. You know how it is. #Longelk raised a really good point though. Why WAS James reassigned to P03 #I personally think it's funniest if they just drew straws and P03 won. Then realized ''what the fuck am I going to do with this'' #Like a drunken bet gone wrong but instead of losing five dollars it's full-on human experimentation. Fun stuff #Anyway imagine being such a freak that you make the in-universe god of wizards kick you out. Good job man #Hrokkall Art

[apple-grass-and-smiles]

Very cool and not heartbreaking at all for the PJO show to emphasize that Percy is an outsider not only because he's new to the whole demigod thing, but also because he doesn't know the rules of being a traumatized kid with all the daddy/mommy issues possible

#Percy all the time: wait I treated them with kindness and didn't do anything bad #why am I not being treated kindly in return #absolutely everyone else: why on earth would you be entitled to basic human decency? #(and for the kids it's 1000% down to trauma and how they've been raised #so many of the foster kiddos I work with do the same thing #they either have to be so good and perfect (Clarisse and annabeth) that they can't be ignored which works until the parent moves #the goalpost and they're left in the dust with a perfect report card that doesn't get them a second glance #or they have to be so bad that their parents have to intervene (Luke) because #and say it with me folks #bad attention is the same as good attention if it's the only kind you ever get!! #watching this and revisiting TLT specifically has been crazy because they're kids who have been removed from home at their core #that's what our main cast of demigods are #all the year-round kids are removed from home and Percy's ability to go back home and love it just as much as he loves camp is something #that separates him throughout the series #he has a safe place to land during the TLO summer and he's using it and no one else seems to have that #Percy has a stupidly hard life but he has a home base to go to and most of those kids can't even comprehend that as an option #Percy's home is his greatest strength and it'll also forever be something that sets him apart from his peers #I just have thoughts on pjo and foster kids guys #silence emily #percy jackson #pjo tv #I'm arguing this isn't even a spoiler because it's been a running theme. fight me

[sciderman]

How do you feel about the increase in really weird NSFW ads on here (advertising panels that look like sexual encounters, and AI art apps that pride themselves on porn) but will take down NSFW posts from their users, even if it isn't technically sexual.

i hate all social media and it's consistent prioritising the advertisers over the users and the internet simply was a better place before capitalism sunk its hooks into it

#i could write essays about how capitalism ruined the internet. #i was actually talking to someone earlier today about how youtube was kind of effectively ruined by monetisation. #and they were raised in the soviet union and we had a bit of a talk about how art was better because it wasn't for profit. #the people who made art made it because they wanted to do it and because they loved it. #she said that communism was terrible for every aspect of life for her. people's lives under communism wasn't pretty. #but the art was better. and i feel like it's true for the internet – it was better when it was a free-for-all. #the companies didn't know how to exploit it yet and turn it into a neverending profit-driven hellscape. #people created content because they wanted to. because they wanted to make something silly to make people laugh. #not for profit. not for gain. not for numbers. not to further their career. #i miss the days of newgrounds and youtube before monetisation. #capitalism has soiled everything that's joyful and good in this world. #people should be able to share whatever they want. #people should be able to tell any story they want without the fear of being silenced by advertisers. #that's what made the internet so beautiful before. anyone could do anything and we all had equal footing. #but now we're victims of the algorithm. and it makes me sick. #i'm quitting my job in social media. i'm quitting it. it makes me too depressed. i have an existential crisis every freaking day. #every day i wake up and say "ah. this is the fucking hell we live in #i'm so sorry i feel so passionate about this. #social media is a black hole and it is actively destroying humanity. forget ai. social media is what's doing it. #i miss how beautiful the internet used to be. it should've been a tool for good. but it's corrupt and evil now. #sci speaks

[wanderingcritter]

when someone asks you if you want to be a parent someday and you have to lie and say idk instead of "yeah just probably not to human children"

#pls give me a litter of pups/calves/chicks to raise i will take such good care of them pls pls pls pls pls p #i want them to be my biological kids not “property” that i own #therian #therianthropy #otherkin #alterhuman #nonhuman #transspecies #dogkin #wolfkin #canine therian #bovine therian #bird therian #therian shift #species dysphoria #non human rant #rq dni #human babies are so weird

[yujateaandpi]

Magnus Archives Season 1 Spoilers

Listening to the Magnus Archives for the first time and I just want to say I completely understand the implied horror of Mag 34 (Anatomy Class) but in concept it’s actually so wheeze wheeze funny. Like these people-shaped-eldritch-thingies were working sooooo hard to pass as human they even got little matching outfits and picked the most generic names for themselves and they were sooooo good about paying attention in class to their freaked out professor— and the moment they learned what lungs are— they just start breathing really loudly?! It was 100% a “oh shit guys, they have air holes,” moment and the fact they had to overcompensate by then breathing audibly??!! While making extreme eye contact?? They might as well have chanted, “Look we are so normal we breathe so normally.” That’s a sitcom level moment there. They could recycle that scene in an 80s comedy about aliens trying to fit in on Earth. 

#I mean I get it #“things that look human but aren’t human and are trying to act human” yesh heebie jeebie #But come on #”Professor are my knees too pointy” like come on #They gave him an apple! What good manners! #“Thank you for teaching us the insides!” Their hellhole raised them right! #am I the only one that found this funny #the magnus archives #magnus archives #tma #tma spoilers

[falderaletcetera]

listen. I don't just love father brown because I first saw it while ill with the flu or because it's consistently kind to the outcast in a way that has reviewers calling it Too Woke, obviously a vote in its favour. or because the recurring thief character is very pretty to watch. though those are significant parts of it.

I love it because after eight seasons father brown sits down with the village drunk (a munitions expert in the war, has a soft spot for the parish secretary, name of harold or blind harry) to find out why he gave a murder suspect a false alibi and harry explains to him, calm as you like, that seeing the life leave someone's eyes changes a person, that it's what he reckons brought father brown to his faith, that it's what drove him to drink, and he didn't see that shadow in the guy the police are chasing this time. and father brown, rather than justifying or correcting or dodging or doubting him, says he knows how unjust the situation is. that he got something good out of the horrors of the war. that harry really didn't.

it is not a perfect show and yes I have problems with it but gosh, this is a character who's largely used for comedic beats, albeit kindly, and a scene like this isn't out of place at all but it still takes my breath away. we could've been left with this as subtext, y'know? I hadn't even put together that his alcoholism must have been trauma. but instead harry tells us this directly, tells us it's about guilt, that that's something he shares with father brown, who is competent and so often cheerful and I can't even imagine when he was younger, and it's a moment of such unexpected humanity and respect. and it's such a strange thing to see these characters side by side like that.

the scene ends with father brown calling harry a good man, and harry denying it ("they was only young lads" "so were we, harold. so were we.") and the two them sharing a drink as father brown gets a bit watery-eyed and I'm crying too over my nice cosy 'this is a concerning number of murders for a sleepy english village' show and just. hi. what. ow.

I also haven't recovered from the episode that turned into a heist halfway through but frankly I'm only mentioning that because I don't know how to wrap up a post like this. (it was good though. there were two separate honeypots, three if you count the impromptu replacement, one character terrible at grifting and one unexpectedly great at it, and, somehow, a con within a con. it was really very fun. get a show that can do both, I guess?)

#back on my bullshit (unrepentant) #I was raised so protestant I retain a deep suspicion of priests so this remains very startling to me #something something father brown handshake emoji iroh #love where they are now no clue how they got there but it's always kind of a shock to be reminded there was blood along the way #also like. the kindness. the tea. the fondness for life's small pleasures. #pretending to be harmless and friendly and also BEING harmless and friendly to the core. #this is an association I had not made before so if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go hide my face in a pillow about it #father brown #falderal speaks #love a show that waits until you're comfy and then smacks you with a very human reminder of the horrors of war #love a character with. moral injury. listen shush I'm very predictable I just hadn't put together that it was father frikking brown too #silly little (not little) guy who elbows his way into situations by smiling pleasantly at people and who likes cake and jazz music #it's not like I forget he has depth I just. forget that the story GOES there #and so respectfully. harold who is usually slightly comic relief getting a serious moment that explains a lot and doesn't even feel jarring #I'm stopping here but like. good show‚ show. I did in fact have unexpected emotions about it.