comics are supposed to be for kids

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I decided to draw this thing based off of a bigger idea I had when the PPG reboot started using memes (so like… right from the beginning). Kids HATE memes/fads when adults or corporations who have no clue what they’re doing or why it was supposed to be cool or funny in the first place use them. ‘Cause then they just suck out your life essence and make you wanna die. So… clearly they should be used as a tool of evil! To destroy children! And what better lame-o to use a tool like that than THIS chimpy lame-o!

Anyway… enjoy/be terrified!

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lyrics from ‘Time to get Closer’ by Foster the People

done for the ‘free’ prompt for @promptisfanweek​ :)
(I have two drawing moods right now, and apparently they’re dog AUs and sad ship art)

anonymous asked:

i have a prompt for you: what if snape hadn't called lily 'mudblood' that day. what if their friendship had stayed strong, unbreakable. would he have grown to be a better person? would lily have loved him, rather than james? would harry just have another godfather? would james and lily have survived?

Okay you have successfully convinced me to write a Snape thing, which is a possibility I have audibly forsworn many times to my loved ones. But I’m a sucker for concepts like “Harry gets another godfather,” so, here we go.


When Severus was seven, he fell in love with the girl down the street. She had long red hair and dirty knees and she offered him half her candy bar one drizzly afternoon, waiting outside the school for her parents to come pick her up.

His parents weren’t coming— dad working late and mum at the pub recounting old Hogwarts glory stories, talking of years when her life was magical– but he didn’t tell Lily that. He was just waiting for the older bully boys who lurked in the empty lot on his way home to get bored and leave.

He ate the candy slowly in neat little bites while she grinned and told him about her big sister’s feud with the science teacher, like her Tuney was some sort of hero in a political espionage drama. She talked with her hands, narrow little things with freckled backs. He watched her wave from the back window of her mother’s car and then he started the long walk home.

When Severus was fifteen, James Potter dangled him upside down in the quad and laughed. Severus landed on elbows and knees. The bruises would stay for a week. The memories would not die with them— James’s cocky grin, the laughter in the spring air, the long whip of Lily’s red hair.

He felt small, bug-like, his knees pressing into the grass. His mother would come home some nights, kick the threadbare carpet, rattle the battered old pans in the cupboard, curse a Ministry that hated purebloods, that sucked up to halfbreeds and Mudbloods, that left the true wizards to rot in filth. He would curl up, make himself small, bug-like, imagine a chitinous shield growing over his shoulders, his spine, the softness of his kidneys. Some days, his father slept through this. Some days he screamed back.

After Severus met Lily, he would curl up under his covers, small, bug-like, and read through the comics she’d lent him with his hands pressed up over his ears. He wanted Professor X to come take him away. He wanted to be someone special, someone saved. He wanted a giant to burst through his door and frighten his mother and offer him a squashed birthday cake and a way out.

When Severus was fifteen, he slammed to his knees on the green Hogwarts quad. Laughter burrowed into his ears, like curses, like the nights his father screamed back, and when Lily stepped toward him he snapped, “I don’t need help from a Mudblood.”

When Severus slouched up to her door that summer, Lily didn’t invite him in. She leaned on the open frame of the door, arms crossed. He had so rarely seen Lily neither smiling or incandescent with rage, but she watched him with snakeskin eyes and a set mouth, still.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t–”

She twitched a strand of hair over her shoulder, the irritation the closest thing to an emotion he could spot on her. He was watching, desperate– this was Lily, she gave things away. She talked with her hands. He never felt lost, with her. “But why,” said Lily. “Why are you sorry? Because I’m upset, or because what you did was wrong?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You did, and it’s not the point. I don’t care if it’s the part you care about, Sev, it’s not the part that matters. That was an awful thing to say– to say to anyone. You were cruel because you were scared and embarrassed, but Sev I could really care less. You were cruel.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“Sorry’s not enough, Sev. Be fucking better.”

He jerked back and tried to turn it into some kind of laugh. “Language, careful, your mum might hear.”

She shrugged, and stepped back through the open door, and shut it in his face.

He spent the summer reading comic books, haunting the local library, then the local park once it’d closed, and then sneaking home when he was hopeful his parents would be asleep. He tried to think about bravery, but sometimes he just thought about Lily’s hair, the way it went more golden in summer. He tried to think about nobility, ethics and grace, but the clouds chased each other, fat and white, across the sky and he wasn’t sure what any of this had to do with him.

His father took him fishing by a dreary brown creek and they sat in silence. Severus could hear every creak of the rods, every lap of the water, every inhale and movement his father made. He thought maybe if he just said nothing, nothing ever, he’d never say anything again that made Lily’s face go so flat and distant. If he said nothing, maybe nothing would hurt.

His father reached back for a beer can in a swift movement and Severus froze himself unflinching. He sat in that silence afterward, slowing his heartbeat, picking apart the sudden rigid shell of his shoulders. His father hummed, cracking the can open like a gunshot.

He sat alone on the Hogwarts Express that year, stuffed in a compartment with a handful of second years who gave him half the seats while they giggled among themselves about the haircut of someone named Gertrude. Every summer’s end, for five years, he and Lily had boarded the train together, pressed their noses to the window glass, and watched the land rush by.

For the first month of school, Severus practiced pausing before he spoke, for seconds, minutes if he needed them. Sometimes he’d add an answer after the conversation had already moved on, bent over his mashed potatoes, weighing words as carefully as he weighed salamander eyes and mandrake root.

(If you crushed firedrake seeds with the flat of your blade, instead of cutting them, they made a more potent potion. The textbooks told you to stir six times counterclockwise to make Sleeping Draught, but he knew–because he had thought, and tried, and tried again–that if you did five counterclockwise and two clockwise the draught would turn that perfect turquoise and the sleep would be dreamless and sweet and deep. He kept notes in his textbook’s margins, because it helped to remember.)

In the second month, he tried to listen. People were starting to think about life after school, a big yawning chasm they were supposed to fill with themselves. People were starting to fall in love, puppyish and petty. People were starting to believe in the war, whispering, dreaming, fearing.

In the common room, one of the kids said something about Mudbloods and Severus’s head snapped up. He tried to imagine a shell growing into his shoulders, over his spine, covering all the soft parts of him. He wanted his covers, he wanted to shrink, he wanted Lily’s boxfuls of comics, but he rose to his feet and snapped back. Sometimes saying nothing hurt people, too. A small Muggleborn in green and silver ducked away to her dorm, clutching quietly at her sleeves.

For the third month, he tried to watch– not for warning sneers or cocky grins, clenched fists and broad shoulders, all the things he’d been watching for since before he could name them– but for the way shoulders might go rigid, the way fists might clench but hide, wishing for something to shield every soft part of them.

Severus was bony and pimply, sixteen years old and graceless in it, but he could be an interruption. He could mock with the best of them, flicking his brows and twisting his nose, and asking pointed questions. He could talk, smart-mouthed and snide, until the focus turned to him, and then he could survive anything they handed out. He could give as good as he got. The pauses were shorter, these days, before he spoke, but they would always be there, an echo offset from the shout, an avalanche that struck late and terrible.

When kids cried in bathrooms or empty classrooms or the library, he didn’t move to comfort them, though he heard them. He didn’t know how. He wrote his own curses, out in the forest where he could scar the trees in experiment, and they all turned out bloody. He loved few things, even Lily, as much as he loved pouring all of himself into his work, until something new and his own grew out of it. He wasn’t sure he’d ever invented something kind.

He didn’t try to find Lily, but he came back from the Forest once and almost tripped over her, half-napping in Hagrid’s pumpkin patch. He stumbled back into a gargantuan gourd while she pushed hair out of her face and peered up at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, after a pause that rumbled and roiled in his gut, that he clung to with both hands, breathing into it and letting his shoulders go soft. “I’m sorry I said it. I’m sorry I made you feel small because I was feeling– small.”

Lily sat up a bit, in the little semi circle she’d built herself of books and scrolls and gobstones and snacks. She had built fairy circles like that, when they were children, of the flowers he’d transfigured for her.

“I’m sorry anyone has to feel that way, ever,” he said. “They shouldn’t. I’m angry anyone has to feel that way.”

“Me, too,” she said, and, fishing around in the detritus that surrounded her, handed him half a candy bar. “C'mon, you want some tea? Hagrid said he’d put a kettle on for me if I finished my Arithmancy.”

When Severus was in sixth year, Remus Lupin almost killed him on a moonlit night.

Severus had wanted answers, had wanted to get them in trouble, had wanted something a bit like vengeance, and Sirius had told him about the Whomping Willow. Sirius had grinned when he’d done it, small and bitter, and Severus had wondered if he was fighting with James again, wondering why else he’d sell out his friends.

“I didn’t think–” Sirius tried, the morning after, watching Remus across dry toast and cocoa, big juicy bowls of melon.

“You never do,” Remus snapped. (A bare handful of years later, standing in the smoldering ruins of James and Lily’s house, Remus would think about Sirius’s erratic gaze, the sharp edge of his voice, his last name, and wonder if he should have seen it coming. What here was premeditated? What was mischief? Sirius had once almost painted Remus’s own hands with red blood.)

But for now, Remus was sixteen and angry; he was sixteen and guilty of things that might have happened. He didn’t speak to Sirius for a month.

James refused to speak with Sirius, too, but he only lasted a week. Moony was sulking and Peter was busy studying his little heart out, and James got twitchy without proper and regular socialization.

“I’ll punch him in the nose,” said Lily, when Severus told her. She shifted where she sat cross-legged on the library table, like she might go off and hunt him down that second.

“Black doesn’t deserve the attention,” said Severus.

“Getting his ass kicked by a girl? That type of attention?”

“Getting his ass kicked by Lily Evans,” Severus said. “It’d be an honor and you know it.”

Reports of violence outside Hogwarts got worse. People were disappearing. People were whispering, fearing. The papers were ignoring the important things, and feeding off the fearmongering, or so Lily announced in the library while Severus was trying to study.

Alice and Lily had spent years sharing hissed rants in humid greenhouses. Over an undulating bed of luminescent deadly nightshade, Alice bent her head close to Lily’s and asked, “Have you heard of the Order of the Phoenix?”

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Félix please… She can’t ask such embarrassing things. 

insp.

Gotham's never ending clown shenanigans:
  • Batman: "Don't you two have something better to do tonight than cause trouble for my attention?"
  • Harley: "Well, we were gunna go to the toy store, but SOMEBODY-
  • *glares at Joker*
  • Harley: -got us banned!"
  • Batman: "What?"
  • Joker: "Apparently there is in fact such a thing as "too much fun" at a toy store."
  • Harley: "He painted grenades and left them in the ball pit. Oh, and THEN he threw one at a kids head!"
  • Batman: "Somehow this doesn't surprise me..."
  • Joker: "He made fun of my hair! What was a supposed to do?!?
  • Batman: "It was a child! Jok-
  • Joker: "TALK SHIT GET HIT!"

Man, this new worldview introduced is arguably one of the most bizarre pictures Isa has ever painted. 

Our chapter is set in the middle of a war zone. Torn bodies plaster the fields, soldiers desperately scramble for the trenches trying to avoid machine gun fire coming from  bunkers. Taking those uniforms and weaponry also into account, its incredible easy to imagine this chapter taking place in some WWI-esque battlefield. And when we as readers in the 21st century think about the “great war”, horrible images of terror, fear, and desperation easily come to mind. War is an awful thing that does awful things to people, and those participating in it are almost guaranteed to be heavily affected by it, and not in a positive way. We can all easily picture terrified soldiers who do not wish to be part of their fight in any way at all. So those are the kind of images we’ll get to see in this new setting, right?

Yeah, nvm.

Perhaps these reactions are more present among the default, expendable foot soldiers, but Isa doesn’t focus on those. Instead, Isa focuses on the new kids, who look even younger than the 104th when they saw their first share of hell in 850. But instead of the horrified faces we spent so much time looking at throughout the Trost arc, we get this

Smiling faces. Normal conversation.

Casual banter between comrades.

Straight up eagerness to run into enemy fire.


I mean…what


These are not the kind of conversations or reactions that would be considered normal in the middle of a warzone. ESPECIALLY NOT FROM KIDS. Those guys aren’t even breaking a sweat (except Uda but thats supposed to be more comical than anything I believe). 

I mean, we of course were aware of Marley’s brainwashing, but this is just…a wholly different level, and it certainly doesn’t stop there.

The probably most jarring aspect of this exchange isn’t her eagerness to leave the trenches, but her talk about the numbers at stake. Her argument is entirely based on numbers, she doesn’t even take a second to reflect on her or other peoples lives. The worst part is that she places her own life on the same level as explosives, basically mere ammunition. Of course, in war, people are basically reduced to numbers and weapons when looking at it from a larger scale, but we’re looking at the perspective of a child caught in the middle of it. What the hell.

Look at Gabi running away from the explosion. The running style, facial expression and cry create a borderline comedic scene. In the next panel she’s overly excited about finding cover, completely ignoring the dismantled corpse nearby. This scene is just…utterly grotesque.

Lets compare ch 3 and 91 for a minute here. Eren talks about exterminating the evil titans, which’ll in turn bring humanity freedom. Yay

Here, Gabi talks about obtaining the armored titan to join the anti Paradis force and wipe out the devils there which’ll in turn improve the lives of the Eldians. 

Sounds familiar? 

Just like at the beginning of the story, the main character has an extremely black and white point of view, desiring to change the world for the better by themselves, in a fight against evil monsters. Eren then spent the next 90 chapters being disillusioned until he finally saw the ocean he desired for so long, only to realize the freedom he sought still lied far away. And I dare say Gabi will go through a smiliar experience sooner or later. This bizarre representation of the war is so jarringly weird, Isa obviously plans to throw things around later on.

The difference between Eren’s and Gabi’s viewpoint is that Eren’s viewpoint was based off personal experience and because all his life, he felt the direct influence of the titans. Gabi’s opinion of Paradis’ population stems only from the brainwashing received by Marley’s warrior program. And this can be felt throughout the entire chapter. The carelessness of the kids, their smiles and casual talk, as well as their inexistant regard for human life all seem to originate from the warrior program. Not only does she make a difference between the “good” mainland and the “bad” island Eldians, the value of the human life is entirely lost in the process, most likely to facilitate genocide

Remember Bert’s and Reiner’s shocked faces? They gain even more weight now that we actually got to witness their mental state before the attack. 

If there is one thing I’m taking away from this chapter is that Marley are seriously grade A douchebags. If anything, 91 further emphasizes the fact that, even though a return of the Eldian empire is not a desirable thing, Marley can’t keep existing the way it is if we seek an ending that ultimately ends of an improved situation compared to 845.  

Pidgance Marvel vs. DC

-Pidge is a DC fan. She loves character complexity of the anti-heroes, how the women have predominant roles (she especially likes Renee Montoya and Big Barda bc of their strength regardless of gender, sexuality, and femininity), and she’s also a true cynic. DC offers a darker atmosphere with colourful anti-heroes that appeal to her cynical side. Her faves are The Question (Renee Montoya) and The Flash (Barry Allen).

-Lance is a Marvel fan. Lance likes the glamorous heroics, strong belief in to do what’s right, and just really loves the strong heroes acting bravely even in the face of adversity. He’s into the more classic stuff with the true good vs the true evil. His absolute favourite hero is Captain America (Steve Rogers), but also really likes Wolverine and Spiderman. He also has a soft spot for Kitty Pryde.

-Eventually they go around to get ppl on their “side” to prove that either company is better.

-Keith immediately agrees with Pidge. In one of the foster homes he stayed in for a while a few of the other kids who lived with him liked batman, so whenever they wanted to get rid of old comics he’d take them. He always liked the robins more than he did batman (mostly Jason Todd), but still picks DC over Marvel.

-Shiro likes the old Spider-Man movies with Tobey MaGuire so he supposes he’s Marvel, but not really sure. He also thinks the x-men are pretty cool… they’re Marvel, right?

-Hunk refuses to get involved. He’s seen this weird flirting/rivalry thing these two have had before and doesn’t want to go through that again. The last argument was between what race on Skyrim was better (Pidge said Khajiit and Lance said that his tiny lady warrior Breton named Katarin de Monette was obviously better than Pidges Khajiit) and that didn’t end well. Hunk secretly really likes the Hulk, but refuses to worser fuel their argument with each other.

-Allura has no idea what they’re talking about but from what Pidge can describe, the company that makes Queen Mera of Atlantis and Princess Diana of Themyscira interests her more.

-In all reality nobody really cares about this competition except for Pidge and Lance. Keith is interested, but nowhere near as invested in the conversation as the other two are. Tbh they all think this is some weird kind of nerd flirting so they prefer to stay out of it.

-Later Lance shamefully admits he really wanted to see the Wonder Woman movie. Ever since voltron they hadn’t had any way to keep up with Earth shows or music, and this leaves him kind of upset that there’s another sense of normalcy gone bc he can’t even go to a movie theatre. Even as hardcore a marvel fan, who wouldn’t want to see the first female superhero movie starring Diana Prince?? It makes him more homesick, and it leaves him subdued from his normal upbeat personality.

-Pidge, with her resourceful tech skills, gets the movie. They watch it together on her computer. Despite his Marvel preference, the two snuggle together and make comments regarding how kickass Diana is. This begins a movie night trend where they both get away from the others and watch superhero movies together.

Have you guys heard of the saying that quiet people know more about you than you think because they listen to their surroundings?  I’ve had this crazy crack theory that Gorilla secretly knows what goes on in the Agreste household.

  • He supports Adrien as Chat Noir because he knows the kid needs the break.
  • He is one of Chat’s biggest fans and has his merchandise.
  • One night, Plagg was hankering for some cheese and snuck down to the kitchen.  Gorilla caught him.  Plagg freaked out until he realized Gorilla was holding some camembert out to him.  Since then, they’ve become midnight snack buddies.
  • If Gabriel really is Hawkmoth, he knows it.  He doesn’t support it, but what is he going to do?  Just protect this idiot until he comes to his senses.

There was a hilarious fan comic where Nathalie found out all of this (with the addition of Adrien’s mom as the peacock) and it was suggested that Gorilla already knew, so at least one other person had the same idea. Where am I getting this from?  Let me direct your attention to the ML “L'Imposteur (Copycat)” episode.

Gorilla (does this guy have an actual name?) is driving Adrien back to the school to get his phone when a news report says that Chat Noir has stolen the Mona Lisa.  They pull up in front of the school and Adrien huffs out of the car.

He left the door wide open.  I wonder how many times he’s mumbled to himself about cat-themed superheroes within earshot of Gorilla.  This time, he’s yelling about how the thief is a terrible fake and is not Chat Noir.  With the damned door still wide open and within steps of his driver.

Seconds later, Chat Noir lands behind the car.  There was NO ONE ELSE on that street.  And there’s your boy Chat Noir just jumping off of the school building right behind you, after your charge just barreled out of the car literally yelling about him.  Gorilla didn’t even change expression.

(The weather report is JUST that important, guys.)

Some time later (taking into account the trip to the Louvre, running from the cops, catching the bad guy, etc.), Chat reappears and lands on the trunk of the car.  Gorilla notices that one.

(I have to buff that out.  I’m gonna have to talk to Plagg about this shit.)

Almost IMMEDIATELY after Chat Noir shows back up, there’s Adrien.

Adrien: I didn’t find my phone :( :( :(

Gorilla: *thinking* Maybe if you’d looked… -_-


The conclusion is that I know Gorilla’s character is probably just supposed to be there for comic relief, but I like to think he’s more in-depth than the viewers are led to believe.  


Bonus:

Also, can we talk about this guy??

(Look kids, it’s Chat Noir!!!)

(Oh noes!!!1!!)

The dad’s face stays like that after the copy cat steals the painting.

WTF?!

Act 4: Trolls as Manifestations

Homestuck gains complexity through iterations, in plot, setting, and character. As the tutorial character, John’s actions are straightforward and relatively easy to follow, which sets the stage for grander installments. John’s plain house and Dad are followed by the increasingly complex circumstances of his friends. John’s ability to combine items across captchalogue cards (1917) is a primer for combining items via alchemy. If a rule is introduced through John, subsequent iterations of the rule will be more grandiose.

So, an observation: John is afraid of heights. When John slips on a staircase, he flips out (2460). When he nearly launches himself into the abyss with the Pogo Hammer, he has to take a nap before he has calmed down enough to continue (2537). Immediately following both moments of vertigo, massive ogres begin to climb toward John’s house (2461, 2542). The eventual fight with the ogres begins after John looks over the roof of his house, into the abyss (2562-3).

All of this suggests that Sburb is reacting to John’s emotional state (fear) to produce in-game content. This is further suggested by a peek we get at some of Sburb’s internal processes (3419):

Here, we have reference to terminology associated with Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud. The terms suggest that Sburb interacts with the ideas in the kids’ subconscious minds (archetypes) and brings symbolic representations of these ideas into conscious reality (manifests the ideas). Like, pipes are Johns’s dad symbol (1974), so LOWAS is covered in pipes as a subconscious reminder of his dad. Or, Dave is surrounded by dangerous sharp objects in his apartment, so LOHAC is full of grinding metal gears to subtly (?) remind him of his awful, awful home.

Even before we reach the kids’ planets though, John’s encounter with the ogres asserts Sburb’s dream-like nature. The “hyper flexible mythology” of Sburb  is essentially the same as Freudian dream logic – Sburb caused John’s latent fear of heights to manifest as real, punchable monsters.

But if you look through Homestuck for things that materialize due to emotional events, it doesn’t stop with imps and monsters. It also includes the trolls.

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anonymous asked:

hi!!! idk if you take request or not (so feel free to ignore this completely!!) but i've been feelin a bit down abt being trans recently, and i was wondering if you could draw some soft trans keith? only if you want to!! thank you, your art is truly beautiful :)

HELLO ANON you waited so patiently for me to answer, and i hope this cheers you up! THIS, UH, was supposed to be part of a longer comic, but i couldn’t make myself finish it and it … uh was a little sad without the ending lmfao

anyway don’t feel down, look at this v soft kid, big bro shiro got him a binder and he’s gonna be ready to fly around in space in a few years mmmmMMM?? yes

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Sarcastic, dark hairded mages are Vaxus’ weakness. 

Don’t mind me. There is just a chemistry between Morrigan and Vaxus in-game and I can’t help but to low-key ship them. And every time I think about them there is greatly disapproving Dorian in the background.

Protecting the kids!!


This is supposed to be a small comic, but things happened. College and stuff. But I would love to turn this into a small comic.

Here instead babysitting got into a trouble. This scene, someone’s minions appear to get something from them.

TH!Goth and TH!Palette belongs to me

Goth belong to @nekophy

Palette belong to @angexci

Fairy Tail Chapter 536 Review

Yeah… Lets give this hot mess a once over

Cover is of the oracion seis arc. Y’know, A lot of people like the Oracio Seis as characters and that’s fine but I’ve heard many say the Oracion Seis is the arc where the quality of FT had a dip for the first time. If that is accurate than this is the most fitting cover in a while…

We open on Natsu and Zeref clashing. This will be the last scene that makes a lick of sense.

Natsu’s burning magic… I don’t know how the fuck that’s possible given the fact he hasn’t eaten Atlas’s hell flames

oh but we need to get to the next layer of bull shit and that’s back with BP and Jellal

Let’s break down the stupid of this page, first why is it going to blow up? Seriously this damage is nearly the same as the damage taken in the OS arc, but the christina didn’t explode. Actually I can tell you why it’s going to explode, “we need to add a level of urgency to make the scene more engaging” But you know, your facing the king of dragons so really there’s already enough tension.

Second, Your right, HOW IS IT FLYING!? Last time it lost a wing it took 3 mages with very specific powers to make it fly!

Third, Your mission, Anna? Hahaha Your damn mission was to make sure those dragon slayers made it across the gate, the mission to beat acnologia was theirs. Fuck off…

Oh fuck off. How does the fact it doesn’t have enough magic to fly suddenly become negated when Ichiya’s at the helm?

Oh, now isn’t this sweet. I’m suppose to care about the comic relief character in a guild that has been the butt monkey of this series for years and it’s the same comic relief character who appeared in this arc being completely useless? Gag me…

First of all, are you kidding me? Seriously? OK I thought Jellal doing this WAS protecting Erza. Because when plot convenience isn’t involved, ERZA DOES FINE PROTECTING HERSELF! Also, Jellal’s going to do a bang up job protecting her with all his bones broken.

But hey there’s a reason this needed to happen, Ichiya has constantly thought as Erza being his love interest but this is here to obviously show that Ichiya cares about her happiness and gives his blessing to jellal… OH WHAT FRESH HELL! Okay, Jellal doesn’t even know Ichiya has the hots for erza nor did he exhibit any of his running joke about hitting on erza, so now your scene loses weight to it.

This is something I will get into on the post chapter follow up but now we have the prioritizing of Jerza ruining the over all narrative.

So they ram the ship into Acnologia

oh god no

NO NO NO NO NO

Oh if this crap wasn’t bad enough I have something intercut between this moment and it’s something I know everyone’s dying to see: Nakama power defeating the final villain…

I love how not even Zeref is sure of this bull crap at first as if he knows this’ll never get a good explanation. Also this power to beat White Zeref comes from Natsu’s “Wild emotions”, call me crazy but I’m pretty damn sure last chapter this power was the the strength of the guild. Guess I should now expect not even continuity from a chapter ago not to be consistent.


Y’know for the mighty clash of flames between the Dragon king and white wizard thee guild is still in good shape

Wait why should I care about semantics when I have this to cut to…

Yep, Acnologia, king of dragons, Black Dragon of the apocalypse, was just defeated by a plot convenience hole, a comic relief character who isn’t even a member of Fairy Tail, and a character who was introduced not even 10 chapters ago…

No Jenny… No one won. Well at least none of the fans of Fairy tail did…

ggggggggggggGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FAIL! YOU FAIL! GAHHHHH!!!!!!

*huff* *huff* OKAY believe it or not there’s still some chapter left to go

Yeah I’m surprised that recovery magic didn’t activate a little sooner.

Wow, even Natsu has gotten tired of this crap. Oh Zeref has become black again meaning he no longer hast Fairy Heart.

Post chapter follow up: OH WHERE DO I EVEN START! Well lets start at the end, there are those who will say “Acnologia will be back, there’s still 10 chapters left”. I don’t think so. There’s no indication of that being possible and the characters who were sacrificed were two non FT characters meaning there’s no urgency for their happy ending. Hiro wrote Acnologia so strong that there was no way he could write a decent way to beat Acnologia without having a deus ex machina involved. I don’t have the faith Acnologia comes back, I don’t know what comes next week or the week after but if Acnologia does come back great but right now… I have no words.

Zeref’s defeat, if this had happened on it’s own and it was the whole point of the chapter, then honestly I wouldn’t have hated it so much. I know this is something we try not to let spoil the story and it’s that we know Natsu will win. No matter how high the deck is stacked we know he would have won. But all of this feels so undeserved. The power of all the guilds feelings in the form of a pseudo fire dragon king mode able to overcome infinite power is just horse crap. But even so I actually might have accepted it if portrayed in a wa\y that makes great white wizard look like a moron. While I give props you manged to show the arm being burned, knowing wendy is in the guild those burns will last an hour at most.

Now the sacrifice of Anna, I’ve called that since she showed up so honestly I’m not surprised. But Jellal cheats death. I can’t help but wonder the idea of sacrificing Jellal to protect the woman he loves would’ve made an excellent parallel to simon. SHowing Jellal has come full circle, that even in death not only did he ensure the woman he loved was safe for the time being but her and those close to her would be safe for years to come. But no we had to gut this to have two characters that most people don’t care about give up their lives instead of the long time supporting cast member, who’s death would’ve carried more weight, all for the sake he gets a happy ending with his shp.

This once again follows the trend in this arc of ships taking priority over the narrative. The idea of Jellal and Erza getting together for their happy ending matters more than the conclusion for the villian hyped since tenrou. I know there are many who want Jellal and Erza to be happy together and there’s nothing wrong if you do but when it comes down to it, if you have to choose between a happy end for ship or a good conclusion for your story, it shouldn’t be a question what’s the priority.

Now some people don’t care. As they predicted Jellal wasn’t going to die given Hiro’s track record. People said “lol we know jellal wasn’t going to die” well that doesn’t excuse bad writing. Just because something is consistent, doesn’t stop it from being bad.

All I can say for this chapter as whole is this chapter was disrespectful. Not just to readers but to characters. This was disrespectful to the DS, BP, Jellal, Erza, FT, Zeref, Acnologia, even Anna. This chapter feels like it spit all over the series.

Ugh before I give this a rating I want to say I was talking to a friend of mine, they said while they may disagree with me on my opinions (and sometimes sugar coating of the series) they were amazed that I had hope that the series could still end well. And I carried that hope for the longest time but now, it feels like that hope’s gone for the first time. Every time there was something ad in the series we often tired to put hope into what we believed Hiro would give the proper time and effort, and that was something to look forward to. But now there’s almost nothing left (excluding ships). I know there is still 10 chapters left and hope isn’t “dead” but now we’re so past the breaking point, I don’t even know if what happens in those next chapters can atone for this.

Hiro… I know you have a new series you want to do and I think that’s great. I think you need a clean slate, but you have to remember you’re not writing your new series now, you’re still writing fairy tail. All I ask is you try Hiro Mashima, We’ve seen what it’s like when you do and all I ask is you do it again.

Final Verdict: 0/10

  • Just Awful
  • Disrespectful
  • Disappointment of epic proportions
Love Like A Comic Book || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: your friend gives you a worn notebook filled with a drawn comic that depicts you together with spider-man, however, there’s just one problem.

you can’t draw to save your life, and you have no idea who would be crushing on you hard enough to draw you as spider-man’s love interest.}

inspired by Nathaniel Kurtzberg’s character on Miraculous Ladybug. Pls pretend that peter is somewhat artistic for this story.

also, this is dedicated to my dead laptop. RIP bae, you will be missed as I attempt to type all of my future stories on my phone 。゚(TヮT)゚。

warnings: none

OC mention: David “Dave” Pennington: [Name’s] best friend

[author’s note: okay so Dave has been a long time OC of mine, and admittedly, I drew inspiration from Dave Strider in personality and appearance. However, just to make this a bit more fun, you readers can also picture David Pennington as looking like Harrison Osterfield ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]

**dont repost/plagiarize this story**

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{As she talked to her friend,/ that smile of hers looked so sweet,/ Her form was like the heroine of a comic I drew in my head/ It was love at first sight/ I truly, truly came to like her/ But with the way I look,/ She would definitely hate me.}

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The Psychology of Logan

Logan is the perfect movie. If you have not seen it and have plans to, please, read no further. Stop right now. Go into the movie without any spoilers from me. Then by all means, come back and read.

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The Woman Behind ‘Wonder Woman’
For the director Patty Jenkins, a world in crisis demands a heroine who is sincere.
By Cara Buckley

By CARA BUCKLEY. JUNE 1, 2017.

Patty Jenkins knew expectations would be stratospheric for “Wonder Woman,” starring Gal Gadot, a former Miss Israel who served as a combat trainer in the Israeli Army. The film (in theaters Friday, June 2) is the summer’s most anticipated release and also the first time the halter-top-and-hot-pants-wearing superhero, who was introduced in 1941, has had a movie all her own. But Ms. Jenkins, whose only previous feature, “Monster,” won Charlize Theron an Oscar in 2004, said she felt pressure most intensely from herself.

“I have a high bar for myself already; I always want to do something beautiful and meaningful,” Ms. Jenkins said by phone from her Los Angeles home. “I was aware that I was the first person of all time getting to direct a Wonder Woman film, and that was taken very seriously.”

She wasn’t the first choice: Michelle MacLaren left, with Warner Bros. citing “creative differences”; and Ms. Jenkins said she and Ms. MacLaren ran into each other as the switch was happening, and hugged. “We’re cool,” Ms. Jenkins said.

Her vision of “Wonder Woman” — someone strong, loving and vulnerable, who exudes sincerity, which Ms. Jenkins says is sorely lacking in films — has most critics in a swoon. Here are edited excerpts from the conversation.

I wish this movie had been around when I was a little kid.

I just got a little teary hearing that, because it hits me every once in a while, when I go to mommy-daughter events. I knew it was going to be PG-13, and there’s so much there for adults, but also that little girls were going to want to see it, so I tried to make it as safe as possible. If we succeeded in bringing something to people while they’re growing up, that would be something.

How does the director and writer of a film Roger Ebert deemed the third best of the decade not immediately get hired to make another feature?

There was a movie I was trying to make right after “Monster,” a bigger behemoth, the Chuck Yeager story. It was a life dream, but it just didn’t line up. We just had issues with the life rights ultimately. Also, I got pregnant, and making a feature is not compatible with the first years of a child’s life. Then the bottom fell out of the indie film world, and nobody was interested in what I brought, but instead in what I could do for them. I had my own scripts, but people didn’t want to read them. They only wanted to do tent poles. So I began doing pilots.

Do you think gender hurt you in terms of trying to make feature films?

I don’t know. Ironically, tent poles were what I was asked to do, though they weren’t ones I was into. I think [being a woman] might have had something to do with why people were not interested in my screenplays. It was, “Ah, we don’t want that point of view, we want our point of view.” If you want more diversity in the industry, you need diverse people writing scripts and developing them.

When you started the project, was the casting nailed down?

The only casting in place was Gal. I’m so picky about casting, and when I heard that they’d cast Wonder Woman, my heart sank. But oh my God, it was one of the luckiest things that ever happened to me, because Gal Gadot is so magical and wonderful. They found the best person in the universe.

Do you think “Wonder Woman” needed a woman to direct it?

I don’t think any movie has to have any specific kind of person. I wasn’t directing a woman, I was just directing a hero, and that freed me up to go broader with her personality than someone might be able to do if they were afraid to make her vulnerable and loving and warm, and not always right, which is absolutely imperative to a leading character. That’s been one of the hardest things about leading characters: Other people might not have felt safe, or worried [that] if there’s any vulnerability, what that’s saying? But main characters have to have flaws, and have a journey and be rich. I felt the same way about “Monster.” A woman didn’t have to direct it, and I wasn’t directing a woman’s story. I was directing a person.

Did you get studio pushback on making Wonder Woman vulnerable?

There were a lot of conversations, definitely, and it was a constant surprise to some people that I was doing it. But you look back at the history of characters, and oftentimes any notion that the lead person doesn’t get to be anything but impeccably right, that becomes D.O.A. That’s been a problem with some of the female characters they’ve tried to put forth. They’re too hard or too strong. I think “Hunger Games” was one of the great things changing that. She’s just a girl.

“Monster” was an indie, and this was a huge movie in terms of its production budget. Was that ever daunting?

Surprisingly, no. The TV projects I was doing were getting to $11 million or $12 million, shooting over an eight-to-10-day period, shutting down the Chicago River with helicopters and 1,000 people. In TV, you can end up working with a very high budget. Then, my vision was so clear for “Wonder Woman.” It’s the exact same math applied to more.

Will there be another Wonder Woman film?

Yeah, I sure hope so. It seems that way.

You’re doing it?

I’d love to, and that’s definitely a conversation, but nothing we are announcing yet.

This may be a cheesy question, but what do you want people to take away from this movie?

Did you say cheesy? Cheesy is one of the words banned in my world. I’m tired of sincerity being something we have to be afraid of doing. It’s been like that for 20 years, that the entertainment and art world has shied away from sincerity, real sincerity, because they feel they have to wink at the audience because that’s what the kids like. We have to do the real stories now. The world is in crisis.

I wanted to tell a story about a hero who believes in love, who is filled with love, who believes in change and the betterment of mankind. I believe in it. It’s terrible when it makes so many artists afraid to be sincere and truthful and emotional, and relegates them to the too-cool-for-school department. Art is supposed to bring beauty to the world.

CLINT BARTON RANT

I don’t mean to offend anyone with that, really. 

But I saw so many people saying that Jensen Ackles “Would have been a way better Hawkeye than Jeremy Renner, and the o n l y explanation ‘WHY’ they got is: “He’s definitely hotter than Jeremy, that would have made Hawkeye a lot of more interesting.”
(Just in case you didn’t know, Jensen was actually supposed to be either Steve Rogers or Clint Barton.)

Okay, first of all WHAT.
ARE YOU F#CKING KIDDING ME.
If you’re really one of this people that just judges characters because of their looks, than be so kind and get out of my eyesight and never come back.

1.) Clint is amazing. He’s (a bit) messy in the comics, pizza/coffee addicted, but amazing.
In the movies he’s way more sorted, and more focused on the missions and stuff, but he’s still lovable af. He’s always ready to help and tries to make everything right and got a good heart. Even Loki said this about him.

2.) Clint got no Superpowers, and still somehow catches up with the other Avengers that got Magic, a great armor or something like that. Clint is just Clint.
“We’re fighting an army of robots, and I have bow and arrows.”, remember that?? HE was the one that convinced Wanda to fight. HE was the one. IT WAS HIM. Clint is so relatable. He got nothing special, besides being him, and he knows that. And still he’s fighting and if he could do that, Wanda could do that too, being super powerful and able to control minds. 

3.) Jeremy got a great charm by himself. He’s not perfect, I know, especially since Clint isn’t doing enough in the movies or doesn’t get enough screen time, but that’s simply the script. Like I said, not perfect, but  g r e a t.

Clint is not useless, neither is Jeremy. Neither are both of them especially sexy, but I don’t think that really matters to me. Just get over it for Thor’s sake. THANK YOU.

NOTE: I’m not saying that I hate Jensen Ackles in any ways. He’s an awesome actor and I’m sure he’d be a nice Hawkeye too, but the fact that Clint probably would have more fans if he was played by Jensen pisses me off. That’s all. This whole thing is completely Hawkeye related.

Thank you for reading this, I had to get it off my chest. Sorry for any grammar errors in the text, btw.