mercurialMalcontent
Explain Death Note to me please
Anonymous

elanorpam:

I spent literal hours doing this, and i regret nothing.

A juggalo, a deeply uncharismatic sociopath, and Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge-era Gerard Way walk into a bar.

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They order drinks. This happens in a montage. The drinks arrive, also in a montage. There is choral chanting. 

The sociopath and Gerard Way share the same drink, sipping from different straws. They stare at one another in silence. The juggalo looks on. 

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A long time passes. It is difficult to say how long. But just as it finally seems as though the sociopath may be about to say something out loud, Gerard Way rises and disappears into the bar bathroom.

He does not return. 

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Moments later, a twelve year old in a cheap wig and an off-brand Lestat enter. The sociopath and juggalo exchange glances. They did not expect company.

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The newcomers’ presence changes the whole vibe. The bar is weird now. How did this middle-schooler get in here? Why are he and not-Lestat fighting? Is anyone expected to care?

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The sociopath remembers sharing a definitely non-sexual vodka cranberry with Gerard Way. Simpler times.

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The juggalo starts to feel like he’s hanging out with the wrong people. 

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Not-Lestat, it turns out, can’t hold his liquor, and folds down, head on the bar, in a matter of minutes. You can’t help but wonder why he was invited at all. Meanwhile, the kid starts flicking pieces of olive off the garnish tray at the sociopath. The sociopath tries to enjoy his lonely vodka cranberry. The kid persists.

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The sociopath flicks an olive back.

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The kid gets up from his bar stool, walks across the room, and puts a cocktail umbrella through the sociopath’s eye. 

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More choral music. Flashbacks to excruciatingly recent events. The kid leaves.

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The sociopath slides to the floor. Gerard Way still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. The juggalo sees himself out. 

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wizzard890:

A juggalo, a deeply uncharismatic sociopath, and Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge-era Gerard Way walk into a bar.

They order drinks. This happens in a montage. The drinks arrive, also in a montage. There is choral chanting. 

The sociopath and Gerard Way share the same drink, sipping from different straws. They stare at one another in silence. The juggalo looks on. 

A long time passes. It is difficult to say how long. But just as it finally seems as though the sociopath may be about to say something out loud, Gerard Way rises and disappears into the bar bathroom.

He does not return. 

Moments later, a twelve year old in a cheap wig and an off-brand Lestat enter. The sociopath and juggalo exchange glances. They did not expect company.

The newcomers’ presence changes the whole vibe. The bar is weird now. How did this middle-schooler get in here? Why are he and not-Lestat fighting? Is anyone expected to care?

The sociopath remembers sharing a definitely non-sexual vodka cranberry with Gerard Way. Simpler times.

The juggalo starts to feel like he’s hanging out with the wrong people. 

Not-Lestat, it turns out, can’t hold his liquor, and folds down, head on the bar, in a matter of minutes. You can’t help but wonder why he was invited at all.

Meanwhile, the kid starts flicking pieces of olive off the garnish tray at the sociopath. The sociopath tries to enjoy his lonely vodka cranberry. The kid persists. The sociopath flicks an olive back. The kid gets up from his bar stool, walks across the room, and puts a cocktail umbrella through the sociopath’s eye. 

More choral music. Flashbacks to excruciatingly recent events. The kid leaves. The sociopath slides to the floor. Gerard Way still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. The juggalo sees himself out. 

The bartender wonders how this fucking trainwreck is so popular.

The bartender wonders how this fucking trainwreck is so popular.

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delighted shriek

adigitalmagician:

mercurialmalcontent:

There’s some terms that these young trans people don’t want to hear.

Okaaay this is bullshit. If you don’t like transgendered, that’s perfectly fine, but please don’t make up bullshit prescriptivist rules about how English works to have some pearls to clutch over it. You know what kinds of terms also end in -ed? Dark-haired. Right-handed. Neither of these things were done to me, they just qualities I possess. Much like how I’m… transgendered.

I’ve heard told that some non-trans people use it in such a way as to imply being transgendered is something that was done to one. That sucks! But that also isn’t the only usage of it. Much like any other kinds of words that sound the same, you have to react based on context, and not just unilaterally prescribe that word construction as Bad and Wrong and get one people’s case for it with absolutely no eye or care for actual context.

Pauline Park on 5 reasons your argument against Transgendered is bullshit.

Pauline Park on why GLAAD is wrong about transgendered.

This woman is actively fighting to make life better for all of us. I’ll take her opinion on the language over some tumblrite any day. Never mind her opinion summarizes to “You don’t like it, don’t use it, but it’s not wrong.”

Reblogging to share/save the links, since I’d like to check them out but my internet is being a butt about actually loading them rn. Thanks, Piper!

There’s some terms that these young trans people don’t want to hear.

Okaaay this is bullshit. If you don’t like transgendered, that’s perfectly fine, but please don’t make up bullshit prescriptivist rules about how English works to have some pearls to clutch over it. You know what kinds of terms also end in -ed? Dark-haired. Right-handed. Neither of these things were done to me, they just qualities I possess. Much like how I’m… transgendered.

I’ve heard told that some non-trans people use it in such a way as to imply being transgendered is something that was done to one. That sucks! But that also isn’t the only usage of it. Much like any other kinds of words that sound the same, you have to react based on context, and not just unilaterally prescribe that word construction as Bad and Wrong and get one people’s case for it with absolutely no eye or care for actual context.

i can't fucking believe it's only now that i realize that dave and rose are poe and lovecraft. god damn it.

zenosanalytic:

*thinks for a second*

  1. Dave: Corvids, neurosis, poetry/music, uncomfortable incest thoughts, Time obsession, nostalgia/regret, Blood squick
  2. Rose: Eldritch horrors, ancient gods, vampires, dark majyyks, literary, obsession with the alien, obsession with the dark and hidden

Oh Wow :|

*slides purified-zone an entire plateful of e-cookies*

Explain Death Note to me please
Anonymous

wizzard890:

A juggalo, a deeply uncharismatic sociopath, and Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge-era Gerard Way walk into a bar.

They order drinks. This happens in a montage. The drinks arrive, also in a montage. There is choral chanting. 

The sociopath and Gerard Way share the same drink, sipping from different straws. They stare at one another in silence. The juggalo looks on. 

A long time passes. It is difficult to say how long. But just as it finally seems as though the sociopath may be about to say something out loud, Gerard Way rises and disappears into the bar bathroom.

He does not return. 

Moments later, a twelve year old in a cheap wig and an off-brand Lestat enter. The sociopath and juggalo exchange glances. They did not expect company.

The newcomers’ presence changes the whole vibe. The bar is weird now. How did this middle-schooler get in here? Why are he and not-Lestat fighting? Is anyone expected to care?

The sociopath remembers sharing a definitely non-sexual vodka cranberry with Gerard Way. Simpler times.

The juggalo starts to feel like he’s hanging out with the wrong people. 

Not-Lestat, it turns out, can’t hold his liquor, and folds down, head on the bar, in a matter of minutes. You can’t help but wonder why he was invited at all.

Meanwhile, the kid starts flicking pieces of olive off the garnish tray at the sociopath. The sociopath tries to enjoy his lonely vodka cranberry. The kid persists. The sociopath flicks an olive back. The kid gets up from his bar stool, walks across the room, and puts a cocktail umbrella through the sociopath’s eye. 

More choral music. Flashbacks to excruciatingly recent events. The kid leaves. The sociopath slides to the floor. Gerard Way still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. The juggalo sees himself out. 

The bartender wonders how this fucking trainwreck is so popular.

ampora-of-hearts:

there it is!

sorry I didn’t have the patience to do proper outlines and/or coloring umu

lacertae-dreamscape:

This was born as a single davekat drawing, and then I thought i could add a third and make otps, so i did

I’m particularly satisfied with the anatomy for all of those, because all hands came out perfect, and because I practiced with different body structures (karkat being my more headcanon heavily set, and sollux being way too thin)

and i like the details and what the poses imply of the characters, including terezi chewing on her hair and happily sprawled wv

i’m just

so so so satisfied *happy purr*

also i know a few people dislike to see other pairings in certain tags, but these are basically a set, and i didn’t want to make four diff posts, so i hope you won’t mind.

oh my god mornings are awful, who invented them anyway

youdidnotseeme:

i’ll either pass out from exhaustion or get bored of this…eventually…but the odd scribbler spam may be happening for a while yet. http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/ Best. Toy. Ever.

youdidnotseeme:

i’ll either pass out from exhaustion or get bored of this…eventually…but the odd scribbler spam may be happening for a while yet. http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/ Best. Toy. Ever.

stunningpicture:

Was playing around with my camera and some broken glass, and I captured this. (OC)

stunningpicture:

Was playing around with my camera and some broken glass, and I captured this. (OC)