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Don't make me cry, I already have a migrane.

My body may be gone, but not my love

My actual reaction to this post.

I haven't watched the episode, didn't even know there were new episodes releasing these days, then a celebratory clip appears on my feed and this was literally my reaction

I've only ever seen this post on tiktok with some gameplay or something behind it! I've finialy seen it in person!

A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.

ok, fake cryptid batfam is feeding me so well right now

like “the rumor around gotham is that a Bat watched the night” type

Bruce meets the JL and they all think hes some sort of meta when in actuality they could probably kill him with no sweat if he was unarmed

Bruce taking every precaution to make sure they keep thinking that way

Robin gets introduced as Bruce’s son/fellow cryptid and they all collectively freak out bc “HOLY SHIT THERES ANOTHER ONE???”

Bruce having to make up some bullshit excuse for why Robin is a child and going around fighting crime (some excuse like: ACTUALLY he’s technically a thousand years old, so this is fine)

the rest of the batfam shows up with just elaborate fucking backstories all based in the original story that bruce made up

dick’s robin retires?

no worries, jason says, he’s currently waiting on his metamorphosis bc their species has to go through that before becoming an adult

jason dies but the backstory was that they were immortal?

no problem, tim explains that sometimes their species goes dormat because they’ve lost too much energy

they acquire steph, but only for a few days?

no worries, bruce explains, sometimes their species goes under shifting to find the right body

one of the ones that I read had Bruce using and recorder and faking having 2 hearts, which Clark could hear, and when the recorder broke, to bring in Robin and explain that Dick was his 2nd heart splitting off of him (The Hearts of Gotham by schrijverr on ao3)

another one was literally batfam pretending to be slightly human versions of the animals they were named after and kon, being desperately in love with tim as he does, decides to uses ttk to create and shape wildly expensive gems and diamonds for tim because he thinks that “birds like shiny things, right?” (tim is rightly very worried that kon, in his dumbassery, decided to make large enough diamonds to completely dismantle the industry) and clark is later shown these diamonds, also very worried about the sheer enormity of these gems (‘a fake cryptid and a real romantic’ series by suzukiblu on ao3)

another one had batfam using engineered wings for fight and flight and their wings were a perfect complement to their costumes

clark meets tim without wings and is freaking out because holy shit he has no wings did he rip them off where are they??

batfam bonds through wing painting and fixing and the jl is in awe of them and their wings

best part is most of batfam does not realize that jl thinks their wings are very real and not mechanics and only realize when one of the younger ones ask abt them (Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514 on ao3)

plz plz plz give me more recs bc i love this trope so muchhh

In a universe where Damian was raised by Bruce since birth and never was told his siblings were adopted

Damian, age 12 helping unpacking things at Dicks new apartment: whos that?

Dick: Who?

Damian: That guy in the photo with you

Dick:

Dick: you mean- my dad? I never showed my parents to you?

Damian: there is no way thats our dad

Dick: our? Damian you- you know I’m adopted right?

Damian:

Dick:

Dick: we are all adopted, Damian.

Damian:

Damian: Even Cass?

Dick: you were there at her adoption.

Damian: I’m twelve! Probably didn’t payed attention to it.

Dick: you never asked yourself why do we don’t call Bruce ‘dad’?

Damian: I thought it was some petty teenager thing!

Dick: I’M 26!

Damian:

Damian: is Tim adopted?

Dick: yes?

Damian: knew it.

Human 1 "So how did you get back?"

H2 "They just, kinda, man, I honestly don't know! They just kinda plopped us down and then hit some buttons, and then we were in japan!"

H1 "So you have no clue how you ended up with tattoos?"

H3 "We were directed to walk into this tube like thing then we couldn't move and this thing like an mri started to move and then bam tattoos!"

(Im kinda out of ideas so have this)

First humans ever to leave the solar system suddenly drop out of communications and the ship can't be found with any equipment. After one month of no contact their home countries start reluctantly holding funerals for the space heroes only for them all to turn up, healthy, well fed and extremely disoriented, in the middle of Tokyo, talking about alien abduction. Turns out that aliens found the poor humans straying out of their solar system, presumably lost, and took them to Alien Wildlife Rehabilitation before dumping them back in the middle of their native habitat.

Hey you all know about that fungus that possesses ants to make them climb on the tip of grass blades in hopes of getting eaten by a cow, so that the fungus can continue its life cycle in the cow's guts? Because I think that's the kind of thing that's wrong with cave divers.

We don't know what's down there. We don't know what's gotten into their heads that makes them so determined to physically, personally go down there to find out. But I wouldn't entirely dismiss the possibility that whatever has gotten into them is very invested in getting eaten by whatever is down there.

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

The last pannel is sending me! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

super secret special mission!!

(want a chance to get a comic or illustration by me? I'm doing prizes for a charity raffle for @fandomsforpali, more info here!!)

THERE IS NO ESCAPEE!!!

inside me there are two lungs. and one liver. one stomach. a few meters of intestine. there's a lot inside me actually

I donate my migrane!!

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

TAKEOVER TIME!

So Bai He was hit with the purple beam, which is from the purple stone, which is from the white tiger, which elements is metal. I don't think that any person hit by that gem will have a power associated with its element, but the concept of her being able to bend minerals and gemstones and making friendship bracelets for everyone was too cute to ignore.

She can technically bend any hard mineral, but gemstones are easiers, lately she's been trying metals in small sizes.

Also

IT'S CORONATION TIME BABYYYYY

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST /

Next part is coming on March 8th. 2PM ET

was talking to my monsterfucking friends about tma characters and one of them said pass to jane prentiss?? like im sorry how can you call yourself a monsterfucker and you wouldn't even smash jane prentiss??????? literally level 1 fuckable monster she's a bunch of worms in a sexy human suit and her whole thing is she'll fuck you and now you have worms in you but like. your're not upset about it! bc now you're a bunch of worms in a sexy human suit! you literally join the hive like wtf fake monsterfucker behaviour

anyway reblog if you'd smash jane prentiss <3

So, I saw this image on Facebook, and it was supposedly showing what Queen Nefertiti would have looked like in real life:

Now, I thought this AI generated garbage was just truly terrible on a number of levels; first off, she looks wayyyyyy too modern - her makeup is very “Hollywood glamour”, she looks airbrushed and de-aged, and as far as I’m aware, Ancient Egyptians didn’t have mascara, glitter-based eyeshadows and lip gloss. Secondly, her features are exceptionally whitewashed in every sense - this is pretty standard for AI as racial bias is prevalent in feeding AI algorithms, but I genuinely thought a depiction of such a known individual would not exhibit such euro-centric features. Thirdly, the outfit was massively desaturated and didn’t take pigment loss into consideration, and while I *do* like the look of the neck attire, it's not at all accurate (plus, again, AI confusion on the detailing is evident).

So, this inspired me to alter the image on the left to be more accurate based off the sculpture’s features. I looked into Ancient Egyptian makeup and looked at references for kohl eyeliner and clay-based facial pigment (rouge was used on cheeks, charcoal-based powder/paste was used to darken and elongate eyebrows), and I looked at pre-existing images of Nefertiti, both her mummy and other reconstructions. While doing this, I found photos of a 3D scanned sculpture made by scientists at the University of Bristol and chose to collage the neck jewellery over the painting (and edited the lighting and shadows as best as I could).

Something I see a lot of in facial recreations of mummies is maintaining the elongated and skinny facial features as seen on preserved bodies - however, fat, muscle and cartilage shrink/disappear post mortem, regardless of preservation quality; Queen Nefertiti had art created of her in life, and these pieces are invaluable to developing an accurate portrayal of her, whether stylistic or realistic in nature.

And hey, while I don't think my adjustments are perfect (especially the neck area), I *do* believe it is a huge improvement to the original image I chose to work on top of.

I really liked working on this project for the last few days, and I think I may continue to work on it further to perfect it. But, until then, I hope you enjoy!

Remember, likes don't help artists but reblogs do!

big day today

Same here I ever ans i mean ever find my works used to feed ai imma be missed and you may get sued

Hi,

It’s your friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.

I asked my alexa to play Hamilton on Spotify... instead of Hamilton it's now playing epic the musical.

Mach fuck! Oh my gods that's perfect!

I like to imagine a scenario where humanity just never developed energy guns and has stuck to kinetic weaponry forever and at some point some alien species thinks about messing with the wrong apex predator species.

Alien 1: "Captain, I assure you, our ships can't be breached by anything weaker than a concentrated proton beam. They barely have lasers. We'll be fine."

Alien 2: "Sub relativistic projectile incom-" gets hit by a railgun shell at mach fuck

Sleeping Sculptures [Chapter 2]

Ships: Sonadow, Sonic & Tails

Warnings: N/A

AO3 L!nk in Comments!

Sonic wasn’t sure how he felt about his new situation.

He hated being trapped, even if he agreed to it. He also hated being injured in a way he couldn’t just shrug off and go about his day. The arrow had left a nasty wound in its wake that made moving around harder. He could only move his arm so much before it stretched at that part of his back, sending pangs of pain throughout his body. It slowed him down and took far too much time out of his plans. But he was also alive, which, considering the situation, was a pretty big feat.

But he definitely felt conflicted about his host.

Shadow was weird, that was for sure. The man didn’t sleep. That was the first thing Sonic realized. He’d let Sonic use his bed while he stayed and healed, but Shadow didn’t seem to take up a different spot for his own. He was always awake when Sonic went to sleep, often time reading at his desk or stargazing, and awake when Sonic woke up, watching the sunrise or even getting a head start on his daily chores.

Shadow also seemingly lived alone in an entirely secluded tower. Since Sonic couldn’t leave, he was limited by what he could see from windows and balconies, but it was clear to see that Shadow’s home was located on a small hill just outside of the main kingdom walls. The bedroom balcony pointed directly to the castle.

Sonic hated that thing. It was ugly as sin and felt like a warning. Not that he could make heads or tails of what those feelings meant.

The rest of the home was off putting, to say the least. The home was never very bright, mostly using sunlight during the day and a sparse amount of lanterns at night. However, Shadow kept dark curtains over most of the windows, dimming or even completely blocking out the sun in some rooms. And when the man turned the lanterns on for nightfall, he only lit two. One for the bedroom and one for Sonic to carry if he so needed. Sometimes he would light a few candles, but it was mostly on nights when he sat down to read.

Shadow also hated being around Sonic. Unless he was about to fall asleep, Shadow would do just about anything to keep away from Sonic entirely. And Sonic really couldn’t tell why Shadow was so insistent on watching him over night.

The weirdest part of all of it by far was that Shadow was actually very attentive. He was constantly checking on Sonic’s injury and how he was feeling. He would cook three meals a day, even asking Sonic what he preferred and if he had issues with any sort of food. He’d even offered his books to Sonic for a form of entertainment while he was stuck in the tower.

Sonic really didn’t know what to make of it all. What to make of Shadow. Every day that went by was another day stuck in some weird tower with an equally weird guy. Not to mention another day where Sonic was losing at trying to find his uncle.

This went on for a few days. It wasn’t till about a week that Shadow did something new.

Sonic had found himself on the balcony of the bedroom, looking out at the kingdom and feeling the cool breeze against his fur when Shadow had come up behind him.

“Tonight I am going to leave. I’ll be gone for a few days.”

Sonic looked back at him with a raised eye ridge. “Gone? Where to?”

Shadow crossed his arms with a frown. “That’s really none of your business. But I am informing you so that you are not caught off guard tomorrow morning.”

Pretty thoughtful of him, Sonic supposed. “How long will you be gone?”

“No longer than three days,” Shadow answered. “I have made sure to stock food for you to use while I’m gone. However, you will need to change your own bandages. Your injury is healing well. Just make sure to keep up with it.”

Sonic gave only a nod in response, but his mind raced. He couldn’t help but be endlessly curious about where Shadow was heading off to. But he doubted the man would give him any sort of information no matter how hard he insisted. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned them against the balcony railing.

“If I’m honest,” Shadow started again. “By the time I return, you should be healed enough to go off on your own.”

Sonic didn’t give a response to that. He really didn’t know what he was going to do when he left. He didn’t know where anyone was and his only guide had run off. As grateful as Sonic was that the little guy had, hopefully, run off to safety, he really had no idea how to track him down.

“Why did you come to Mobius?”

Sonic did look back at that. Shadow was looking at him in the same way someone might observe a challenging puzzle or riddle.

“I came to find my uncle,” he admitted. “I heard he lives out this way and I… I just have to find him.”

“Your uncle? Are you not originally from Acorn?”

“My parents are,” Sonic explained. “I dunno about my uncle or myself. My parents raised me after finding me as a kid.”

Sonic watched Shadow pause, his words clearly sitting before letting them out. “I see,” was what finally came. “And your uncle is…”

Sonic leaned on the railing again, his gaze looking back out to the kingdom. “If my parents were right, he’s my biological mother’s brother. I guess they, like, knew him or something.”

Sonic didn’t see Shadow nod behind him. Or the way he was fidgeting with his fingers.

“Well… I do hope after you leave that you can find him.”

Sonic smiled. The words sounded pretty damn genuine. “Me too,” he sighed.

***

Just as Shadow had said, by the time Sonic woke up the next morning, he was gone. Sonic grabbed the gauze Shadow had left for him and pulled off his old bandages. He wanted to get a good look at the wound, but found there was no mirror in Shadow’s room. He walked into the bathroom, but the mirror had been completely torn out the wall. He supposed he hadn’t noticed the lack of one when he wasn’t using it…

He walked along some of the rooms but found nothing. That was until he came upon a room on the bottom level of the tower. It was just down the hall from the kitchen. When Sonic tried the door, he almost thought it was locked. The wood itself wouldn’t budge at first, but the knob was turning. He put his good shoulder to the door and gave it more of a push. The door opened with a pop.

The room was dark, but the faintest light from a window gave Sonic just enough vision to pull the curtain off and let in the sun.

It was a bedroom. It was covered in dust, as if time itself had abandoned the room to rot. Everything in the room was clearly old, older than even the furniture his parents had kept on the farm, and all of that stuff had been passed down a generation or two. The bed, much like the rest of the room, clearly hadn’t been used in a very long time. Sonic was surprised the canopy that gracefully fell over the head hadn’t been devoured by moths or anything of the like in its abandonment.

At the side of the room, nuzzled next to a long forgotten bookcase, was a vanity with a large mirror atop. The mirror was covered by a sheet that was just as dusty as everything else in the room. Sonic stepped closer and reached out a hand to grab the covering, but he paused. There was something off about this room. The way it was clearly lived in at one point and then fully abandoned for many years.

Shadow wasn’t a clean freak, but he definitely kept the place tidy. Sonic heavily doubted that this amount of dust would be tolerated by the tower’s owner. So then why… Why was this room left like this? It just didn’t sit right in his gut. He stared at the mirror. It was the only one he could find in the whole house, and the tower was not small in any regards. It had multiple levels with multiple rooms. Most of them seemed unused, but still clean. Not one of them housed a mirror.

This room had a mirror. This room was also untouched. Sonic didn’t know what any of this meant, but he didn’t like it. He didn’t like being in the room. It felt like he was intruding on some weird secret he didn’t know anything about.

He took a step toward the door when he heard a loud KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! from the front door. The sudden sound made Sonic jump to his feet and throw himself out the dusty room, slamming the door behind him. The knocking came again.

Who the hell would be knocking on this guy’s door? Sonic frowned at the entrance’s direction. Unless it was those soldiers looking for him… did they know he was here? Had Sonic actually gotten Shadow in trouble by staying?

The knocking came again and Sonic debated running out a window and into the forest to hide. That was until a voice called out from behind the door.

“Hello?” called out the muffled sound. “Is anyone home?”

Sonic snapped his head towards it. “Tails?!” He ran to the door and threw it open. Just as he had expected, a short, hooded fox stood behind it.

“Sonic!” he cheered happily at the sight of his companion. He threw himself forward to throw his arms around the hedgehog.

Sonic was quick to grab his arms, though gently, and keep them from hitting his back. “Careful, buddy, I still have a pretty nasty wound back there,” he explained as he released the fox’s arms. “Come inside. You can actually help me real quick.”

Tails followed Sonic into the tower and up towards Shadow’s bedroom. As they walked, the young fox clearly was taking his time to look around at the interior. “What is this place?” he asked.

“Not sure, honestly. This guy, Shadow, he lives here alone. He found me and patched me up after you ran off.”

“I can see that,” Tails mumbled, clearly looking at the wound. He let Sonic open the bedroom door and walked in. “The stitching looks professional.”

Sonic nodded with a smile. “If he hadn't found me, I’m sure I woulda been a goner.”

Tails instantly turned sheepish at the words. Frowning down at the floor and kicking with his shoe, he said, “I… I’m real sorry Sonic. I didn’t wanna leave you. Honest!”

“It’s okay, Tails,” he smiled and gave the younger’s shoulder a pat. “You saved your own skin, and I ended up okay in the end. It’s no big deal. If you’d have tried to help me, we both mighta ended up dead.” He placed the gauze into the child’s palm. “We lucked out here and you made the right call either way.”

Tails gave a quiet nod and unraveled the bandage. He gently pushed a hand against some of Sonic’s fur to get a better view of the wound. “You always heal fast, don’t you?”

Sonic shrugged. “Special talent, I guess.” He kept still as the bandage was put back in place. Once they were done, Sonic let himself fall onto the bed, Tails following his lead.

“Did you find out anything about my uncle or your mom?”

Tails shook his head sadly. “Those soldiers are everywhere around here. I could hardly get back up here without the risk of being spotted.”

Sonic crossed his arms and frowned. “This is so stupid! Why are they even after us?! We didn’t do anything!”

“I wish I knew…” Tails let out a sigh. He looked up and around at the room. “Shadow, huh? What’s he like?”

“Weird,” Sonic bit. But there wasn’t any real venom to his words. “But… kind as well. I mean, he sure saved my ass. He’s out right now, though. Said he’d be back in a few days.”

“And he trusted a complete stranger in his home alone?”

Sonic shrugged. “Apparently.”

Silence fluttered between the two. Sonic couldn’t help but feel at least somewhat defeated. He knew he had to find his uncle, but he had no idea why. He didn’t even know why the king wanted him dead.

“Maybe… we should go talk to the king?”

Sonic looked up at his companion. There was a nervousness in his expression, but it mixed with determination.

“I-I mean, we didn’t do anything wrong. There isn’t any reason for him to be after us! Maybe there’s just some kinda weird mixup? If we explain…”

“I dunno,” Sonic mumbled. “I mean, those soldiers were aiming to kill.”

“Maybe they thought we were someone else!” Tails insisted. “We can just go to the king and explain the situation. Neither of us are even from Mobius, so there’s no reason for anyone to be after us.”

Tails had a good point. An excellent point. But Sonic remembered what his parents had asked of him. Don’t go to the king, no matter what. He didn’t know why. They hardly told him anything at all when they sent him off. They asked him to trust them and said it was important and… well, to Sonic, that was all he needed.

He did trust them with everything he had. If they asked something of him, he would do it. He assumed just about every question he had would be answered by his uncle. But now that he couldn’t even find the man…

His hesitation must have shown clear as day as Tails piped back up with, “What if I go and you stay here?”

“No way,” Sonic denied with no hesitation. “What if something happens to you?”

Tails pulled a large bag off his back and threw it to the floor. He got down on his knees and began rummaging through it. Finally, when he came back up, it was with two near identical stones in hand. He handed one out to Sonic. “Take one of these. I can contact you through them.”

Sonic raised a brow at that. “And how do you expect to contact me through a rock?”

“They’re sending stones, silly,” Tails giggled. “I made them myself!” There was clearly pride in his words and expression. “All I have to do is cast a small spell and I should be able to send you a message.”

“And you’re sure that you can make them work? If something does happen?”

Tails gave a confident nod. “I’m positive! I’ve used them before and they worked fine! Trust me, if you stay here I can go talk to the king. If things go sour, I can just call you with these!”

Sonic looked down at the stone in his hand with a soft frown. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Tails, it was that he didn’t trust the situation itself. If the king did something and Tails couldn’t cast the spell in time or the king stole the stone or- or—

Sonic closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Letting all his thoughts clear out with the breath. He had to find his uncle, and Tails needed to find his mom. Neither of these were gonna happen if they didn’t find a way around all the damn soldiers out to get them.

“Okay,” Sonic nodded.

Tails smiled up at Sonic. “Don’t worry, he waved off. “I’m sure it’ll all be okay.”

If you like Sonic/Shadow, I highly recommend reading “When Did It Change?” By Fragmented_Rose on AO3, it’s not completed but it’s updated recently so I believe the author is still planning on finishing it. It’s an incredible slow burn with 200,000+ words so far and it’s had me in a chokehold for the past week and may have made me want to start re reading it right away I’m so serious about this lol

I tried to leave Kudos on a fic that was already deleted (i had the tab open) and I was expecting it to just bug out or not work but this is so much more unsettling

Guess who just watched sonic 3

The comment about understanding kings was golden

i thought the femboy cafes were the greatest invention ever but this chinese lesbian bar 😭>>>>>